Valentine's Day

It is 14th February. Valentine's Day. One of the most important days of Ruhi's life. She has been shifted from ICU to general ward as doctors have lost all hope and so have her relatives. She already gave up her will power. Suffering from depression had broken her up already. But one message tune sparkles her eyes.

"What is it saying?" She asks her elder sister, Riya.

"Good Morning." Replies Riya.

"What is the time now?"

"1 pm."

"Isn't it bit late?"

"He must have sent you by mistake."

"Of course. He has stopped sending me messages of Good mornings and Good nights."

Seeing her sister's dull eyes, Riya says spontaneously, "Hey what do I see here! Your conversations with Harsh. Wow. Interesting."

"Hey, stop. You can't do that. Give me my phone. I say give it to me right now, Riya."

Ruhi had not spoken more than a few words from last many hours. So hearing her voice and that also with this energy make her family surprised. Her father, Mukesh was talking to the doctor outside of the ward. He also comes in along with the doctor.

"What is going on, girls?" Her father asks out of surprise.

"Nothing Dad. I was just teasing your daughter." Explains Riya.

Doctor whispers in Mukesh's ears, "This much excitement is not good for the patient's heart. I just told you to keep her as calm as possible. She has very few hours left. Her heart has become extremely sensitive. Let her have enough peace in her last hours."

This last sentence brings tears in Mukesh's eyes. "My daughter's last hours!" thinks Mukesh.

Ruhi is still reading something on her phone. Riya knows what is that. It is 1.20 in the afternoon now. At any moment, Ruhi will collapse. But right now she is feeling very relaxed.

It is 6 in the evening. Ruhi had taken some water and juice during the day. Actually this is so surprising for all as she had not taken a piece of food from last three days. Everyone can see a shine of happiness and relief on her face.

What was the magic? It was Harsh. Ruhi's fiancee.

It was the time of year 2013. Exactly on the Valentines's Day, they met for the first time. They started dating each other and with the agreement of their families, they got engaged. It seems like some fairy tale, doesn't it? But it has never been as smooth as it seems like.

Harsh is very easy going, down to earth, good looking, damn handsome and successful guy. Ruhi was extremely beautiful and polite girl. They complemented each other very well. Their families were very happy for them.

Things started changing. Ruhi was extremely sensitive. Any small change in Harsh's tone made her tensed. Initially, she couldn't share it with Harsh, but gradually it started reflecting on her face. She was becoming pale. She knew that Harsh was doing every single thing to make her happy. And Ruhi also loved him and giving her 100% to the relationship. But with time, misunderstanding increased. Though love was there more than they had ever thought, they were failing to understand each other's silence evrey now and then. "Silence": one of the most important parts of any relationship.

Harsh often got upset with Ruhi. He started feeling like not being appreciated. So he started ignoring her whenever she was down. And with the time passing, it became their routine. At the dining table, spoons and dishes 

talked. They couldn't even notice each other's presence in the room. 

 

Extremely sensitive Ruhi couldn't bare it. And finally depression caught it. She tried to come out of it. She tried to make everything normal. Harsh and Ruhi were dying to sustain their relationship. But couldn't. They never broke up. But they went so far from each other, emotionally.

One day, when Ruhi was returning back to the home, she met with an accident. She got the brain injury. Harsh was out of town for a week. One of the people presented at the place where accident took place tried to call Harsh. But due to meeting, he couldn't pick up the phone. And out of ignorance, he never called back.

Two days back, as per doctors, Ruhi had few hours left to live. But that one unintentionally sent message from Harsh gave her two more days as a Valentine's Day present. It is his love and only love which gave her strength to come back from the gate of death. She waited for his call or any news from him in those two days. But she had to leave the world without a last glimpse of her love who gave her some more breaths.  

"Understand each other's words and more than that, the language of silence."


Wish You all a very Happy Valentine's Day.................

Vision behind photos

What I see in this photo............

This is not a photography blog exactly. But it is one of the points to be shared and discussed here.

I am not a professional photographer. An amateur one rather. Being an artist, how I see and what I see in any form of art is important as well..

Through social media, people have started sharing their skills. Photography is one of them. I am one of these people. Its a good and easy way to get more knowledge of the field of your interest. I see many photos everyday. I share there too. Some are brilliant. Some teaches how to take a better photo. Some teaches angles. Some teaches what functions of the camera are ideal for the particular type of photo. 

This all information is extremely important to learn photography and to be a good photographer, But sometimes some photos make me think other than this only. I just observe and try to identify the vision behind the particular photo, the story behind the photo. Though some photos are randomly clicked, but still they convey some very meaningful and interesting messages indirectly. And I just love to figure it out. I am not an expert in photography but still I am always eager to see and share such interesting clicks. Its true that it is difficult to know the vision behind the photo shared by others, but guessing it is also an interesting task. If I am catching any good view, I just do that. Sometimes I don't think about the vision or the possible story. But later on, when I go through all my clicks, and try to understand them. And it also happens when I focus on a particular object and get
a clear vision to catch that view. 

"What is there in the photo is what was there in your eyes" (I don't know if any other photographer has quoted something like this before.)  This can be for random clicks..

But for the click with a vision, let's modify the above line a little, "What is there in the photo is what was there in your mind"....

What I see in the photo is....

"Building Happiness"

Its a random click. On the way to somewhere, I clicked it. What we see in this photo is, two men, a half-done ride, a half-seen building behind, some clouds, some sky, some wooden made pillars. That is true also. I have captured these elements only. 

Then we see the caption or in other words, the title if provided. Here, the caption I have provided is, "Building Happiness". The caption is one of the most effective parts of any shared photo. After clicking this one, when I started post processing, I actually saw the photo and figured out what it was about or at least what my eyes saw and my mind had.

    "A small one is racing with a huge one"

In the above photo, I was supposed to capture "The huge one" only.. Gotcha?

And of course, how could I on the earth think of having an airplane and a bird in a same frame!!!!!

But it happened. And this image makes it very clear that it is a random one. So at that point of time, there was no clear vision. I just wanted to click a flying plane just for fun. But as an output, look what I got! And finally got the caption...

 "Reflection"

The caption "reflects" the vision. I was clicking reflections a few days back. And this is one of them. A steady bridge, lamps, and water without which it could not have been possible. (Of Course!) So it was clicked intentionally. And the vision was very clear, "Reflection".

"A Fisherman"

As the caption suggests, there is a fisherman and an Arabian sea. Specially love the way the sea water reflects. It is an intentionally clicked photo. One more thing I could think when I see the photo is, "A man at work" making my vision more clear..

Blogging a Point!

Being an amateur writer, I am always ready to play with words. Blogging was always in my mind. But to initiate something, you need a motivation. I just got the one. So finally I am trying my hands on this. 

I am member of some photography groups on Facebook. Where people share their clicks, place where the photo was taken, some settings of the camera while taking the photo, etc. 

Last couple of days were a bit confusing. I was thinking about some striking point to present at my first blog. But yesterday, one post in one of the groups caught my attention. 

There was a photo of a dead puppy with it's mother sitting by it's side, looking at her young one, eyes full of sorrow, putting her front right leg on the dead head. It shook me. It didn't seem like a natural death. I wrote a comment on that photo, 'Too disappointing. They breath, they live, and more than that they have right to LIVE.' but I didn't post it. I deleted it.

Why? Because, on such a photo, people can have many RIPs and SORRYs to write. But why don't we understand the root of all this. Why these accidents happen? Why don't we take it as seriously as it should be taken? Why we always end this issue saying that 'it's written in their destiny'? Why our, human's ignorance are converted into these dumb animal's destiny? 

Wait, that's not all. The height of atrocity is yet to come: I used to go for a walk after dinner. Roads used to be quiet. Street dogs sleep by the road side. And some so called youngsters come on the bikes, two to three on the one bike, speed is maximum(obviously),  put down their legs, drag them on the road especially where these dogs are sleeping. These dogs get scared and irritated. They run after these bikes. It keeps happening. And they get habituated to run after every vehicle. It is the basic thing, if you keep poking someone, he is going to react at some point of time. And sometimes, they get hit by the vehicles. 

We people show off our pet animals as a style statement, showing the class and sophistication. But we behave in such a way with these street dogs. 

My first blog is appealing to respect these dumb animals too. They have souls. Don't kill them.