There was a time when I waited for Sunday. After a week of work, and I worked hard, a day of rest was very welcome. I loved to sleep. I am not an atheist, and I go to church maybe once a year for midnight mass on Christmas eve. So I'm not a churchgoer basically. Therefore Sundays did not mean that I was seated in the pews in church listening to the pastor's sermon. The pastor, in fact, would not recognise me until my sister, who goes more often to church, introduced me as her brother after Christmas Eve mass. I also had a problem sleeping and would lie awake at nights trying desperately trying to fall asleep. I tried counting sheep and it never worked. I also tried those sleeping videos on YouTube. I listened \ and felt bored. They were not music I was familiar with and they kept my eyelids firmly apart. Even a safe tranquillizer that my doctor prescribed did not have any effect. The on...
The first camera that I used was a prehistoric box camera. The body was not made of metal. It was fabricated from stiff cardboard. It had lain forgotten in an cupboard at home until I spotted it and dug it out. I was then in school. I had no pocket money so buying film was a problem. I had to turn to my mother's generosity. She obliged me once in a while. The camera was very simple to use. It was an aim and shoot one. Sunlight was the best light to take pictures by. Only twelve photos could be taken. I realised that this equipment gave me power. I was in seventh heaven. There was a hitch though. How the photos turned out could only be determined after they were developed and printed by a studio. From taking a photo to seeing the result led to the passage of a week. But it whetted my anticipation. After getting the photos I would examine and re-examine them lovingly one by one like a miser. It yielded hours of enormous satisfaction. I remember I once took the came...