Friday, January 27, 2012

From the Lab . . .

Here is a collection of some shots I took while playing around with the camera. These may not form a part of any story, but I just think they are worth sharing.

Panning shot of Massa zooming around on his Prancing Horse, from the Delhi F1, 2011. His actual speed here might be around 120 kmph.
Camera: NIKON D3100
F-Stop: f/32
Shutter: 1/20s
Focal Length: 55mm
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When you are lost inside your head, it does seem timeless, doesn't it? Shot in Jaipur.
Camera: NIKON D3100
F-Stop: f/5.3
Shutter: 1s
Focal Length: 43mm
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Meet ghost kid and his phantom dog, haunting the lamp post. Shot in Bangalore, with the minimum aperture and max shutter time.
Camera: NIKON D3100
F-Stop: f/36
Shutter: 30s
Focal Length: 55mm
ISO: 100
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This one is with the legendary Canon A1, taken in Nahargarh, Jaipur during our night expedition. No tripod!
Camera: Canon A1
F-Stop: f/8 (I think)
Shutter: 10s
ISO: 200 (Reel number)
Focal Length: 50mm (Canon FD 50 mm f/1.4 SSC lens)
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In the memory of the golden zippo. It really fought hard but fell to a far superior rival (Delhi Airport Security). This one is with a tripod. 
Camera: NIKON D3100
F-Stop: f/11
Shutter: 2s
Focal Length: 32mm
ISO: 100
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This one, I am really proud of. Taken in Karol Bagh, Delhi, during a heavy shower. Max ISO, and the fastest shutter. Click for a clearer view! 

Camera: NIKON D3100
F-Stop: f/10
Shutter: 1/4000s
Focal Length: 40mm
ISO: 3000
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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Royal Nightlife: Jaipur

While other places have clubs, bars and underground racing. . . Jaipur has hills, forts and palaces.

Amber Palace
Jaipur is a timeless city, with the past, present and future all co-existing and complementing  each other. The old "Pink City" is still the commercial hub of Jaipur. There is one active palace inside the Pink City which acts as a residence for the "Royal Family" of Jaipur. There are three other forts in the neighborhood of the city which also are  integral to lives of the residents. The Amber Palace, residence of the founder of Jaipur and his ancestors. Jaigarh, the war time fort for the residents of Amber Palace, thankfully it was never needed . . .

Thursday, January 12, 2012

A Modern Atlantis: Bombay

“The first thing I noticed about Bombay, on that first day, was the smell of the different air. I could smell it before I saw or heard anything of India, even as I walked along the umbilical corridor that connected the plane to the airport. I was excited and delighted by it… but I didn’t and couldn’t recognize it. I know now that it’s the sweet, sweating smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it’s the sour stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love. It’s the smell of gods, demons, empires, and civilizations in resurrection and decay… It smells of the stir and sleep and waste of sixty million animals, more than half of them humans and rats. It smells of heartbreak, and the struggle to live, and of the crucial failures and loves that produce our courage. It smells of ten thousand restaurants, five thousand temples, shrines, churches, and mosques, and of a hundred bazaars devoted exclusively to perfumes, spices, incense, and freshly cut flowers… the worst good smell in the world. The next thing I noticed was the heat. I stood in airport queues, not five minutes from the conditioned air of the plane, and my clothes clung to sudden sweat… Each breath was an angry little victory… Then there were the people; warrior caste, Brahmin, and untouchable; Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jew, Buddhist, Parsee, Jain, Animist; fair skin and dark, green eyes and golden brown and black; every different face and form of that extravagant variety, that incomparable beauty, India.” --Gregory David Roberts ("Shantaram")

A similar flood of emotions and thoughts strikes anyone who steps into this island of dreams. This city is a showcase of India and, indeed, the World. It has a strong flavor of the energy, spirit and aspirations of countless of peoples, most of whom are immigrants or their descendants. The world's poorest and the richest live here as equals, walking with the same stride, carrying the same pride, and riding the same locals. It is a city which lives on its own rules and with its own dynamics. This is Atlantis reincarnate, but unlike the mythical Greek city, even Gods have failed to shake it. This is Bombay.