All great love stories are complicated. If you have any doubts look around you, look at the literature and recall the legends. Could you find one that was uncomplicated? Remember Romeo and Juliet? What about Heer and Ranjha? Even the run of the mill Bollywood ones aren’t without love/hate sagas. You get the point?
It goes everywhere with me, be it vacation or office, my buying habits have changed and I yearn to take a walk with it every morning and evening. It is an integral part of my existence, a bit of who I became. It was a love that blossomed late, as late as my mid thirties.
Today I am going to narrate that love story, my love story. My live was simple before its existence. Before I got a SLR, the point and shoot could easily fit in any hand bag. Now I buy handbags that are big enough for my camera. Earlier I would look at my savings in terms of vacations. Now it is a split between more camera gear and vacations.
There was a time when I could sleep as long as I would like in the morning and I could do as I please in the evenings. Not any more, as I discovered the concept of the golden hour. The light is beautiful just after an hour or so of sunrise and before sunset. So I take the SLR out for a walk at those times whenever I am on a vacation. I have to admit there are times when I can’t take it out, but the pang of guilt is always there, oh! the missed opportunities, the missed conversations.
When I walk along the beach it is hanging from my neck, when I am trekking it is still, there. On one such walk along a beautiful beach at Havelock in Andamans, I tripped on a coral, as I waded into the water. While I was falling I was more worried about what would happen to it, than me. The SLR didn’t like the salt water and died up on me instantaneously. When I called my husband and told him the news his first words were, “as long as it was not your limbs how does it matter!”
For a period of three months I was without a SLR. I did not realize it but when one of my colleagues told me the price of his SLR and the deal he got, I knew it was time to renew my affair. When I held it in my hands again, I realized how much I had missed it.
It has become so much a part of my life that I plan how I will spend my time with it even when I am away. One day for good fifteen minutes I kept thinking how I would approach a particular night shot. When I reached home, I realized that the SLR was at the service center! There are many others who carry their SLR (remember the correct handbag size) everywhere they go. I am not a slave to this principle but I too follow it as closely as I can.
I do all this when it is so high maintenance. I had seen the result of someone else’s love. It resulted in a kit worth 10 Lakhs. While I am nowhere near it, I just keep adding bits and pieces and yet it demands that I buy even more.
So things came to a head one day and I tweeted that life was uncomplicated before I bought a SLR. Bijoy Venugopal replied that hence he preferred a compact and suggested if I would go Quickr? That is when I realized the depth of my attachment once again. I would not even dream of selling my precious, because all great love stories are complicated anyway. My life would not be the same without it!
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