I am a photographer who believes that an artist's work must be good consistently to be considered as an art. One must have ‘eyes like a shutter and mind like a lens’!!.... I always ‘work for a cause, not applause…I live life to express, not impress’!!      

From my early days, I have been interested in various kinds of sports, trekking and travelling but it was only in 2003 that I stepped into the world of photography. During a trek to the Annapurna Base Camp – Nepal I got interested in photography. From this time forth this passion became an integral part of my life.

According to me a photographer must be technically competent to use the various techniques to change a photograph from a mere snap to a “snapshot of someone’s life”. Photographs can be used to narrate a story, and thus should not cater to the aesthetic aspect only. Despite my hectic working hours at a  Kolkata-based company, the passion for photography remains undiminished.

Come, visualize and live with me the jazz and indignation for photography…Let our words be few…exposures many!!

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The Resurrection…

Life means moving on, no matter what. But does it really part from its root? Or it tries to get a new lease on what it has abandoned?

On my last trip to Ladakh, while I was travelling up and down the hill, crossing one village after another, all of a sudden, I noticed this deserted cluster of houses which seemed to have been a beautiful hamlet back at time. It was towards the afternoon, and the broken houses had a perfect back drop of somber sky. As I stopped the car and got down, I felt as if I was standing amidst history. The scattered stone houses only had the structures still standing, holding the evidence of time. The debris was home to stray animals. And then, there I saw hints of green; life amongst the barren.

The rugged Himalaya stood still, watching the transformation of a lively village to a wreck. As I was roaming about the place, I met some passersby. At once, I stopped them to enquire about the place and got to know that it was the ruins of a small village. The inmates here had abandoned the place and shifted to the next village due to scarcity of water. And it was then hit by a natural calamity. All the people had moved to the village nearby. But they could not tear apart from their roots. Hence they are keen on coming back.
However, they are not sure if they can return to their base but they are sure that on the first given chance, they would embrace their root.

Standing amidst the ruin I could here the wind , whispering into my ears , live life to express , not to impress .


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