The joys having your personal trainer and physiotherapist- unparalleled !!!!
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Come March and suddenly this colorless pit they call Delhi is transformed. Bright red and orange semal flowers dot the horizon and honestly Delhi looks beautiful.
For two years i have been wanting to go out and shoot those flowers, but i was in US in 2010 and bed ridden in 2011.
However this year i managed to spend an evening, shooting them. I quite liked what i got.
Sharing the same here
http://mehaksethi.com/?page_id=933
For two years i have been wanting to go out and shoot those flowers, but i was in US in 2010 and bed ridden in 2011.
However this year i managed to spend an evening, shooting them. I quite liked what i got.
Sharing the same here
http://mehaksethi.com/?page_id=933
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
And yet again I cannot sleep , two days of decent sleep and I
am back to sleepless nights.
Lying awake for hours can do wonders for one’s thought
process, all those thoughts pushed aside and shoved under the carpet jump at
you like a rattle snake.
Just the other day at a shoot, I realized that one of the
kids we had photographed died of the cold. She was nine months old, poor and
her parents were drug addicts. I don’t know what to think, a part of me wants
to believe it’s the best that could have happened, a life where poverty is your
only hope, is not worth living. But then again a part of me screams out and
wants to hold EVERYONE responsible for her death accountable. She was fucking 9
months old, and she had a right to live didn’t she?
We can all live in our wee bubbles and not care a fuck, but
for how long?
The other thing that hit me hard was when photographing
another slum kid, we asked him whats the one thing he would really want, and in
all his innocence, he replied, “ I get only one of cup of tea a day, I would be
happiest if I got two!!”
And there I was cribbing about my Earl Grey just that
morning, cribbing about how I would rather not drink Darjeeling or English
Breakfast but only Earl fucking Grey.
It struck me hard to think that every time I sit on an edit,
I drink copious amounts of Earl Grey, and then there was this child so deprived
that his parents could’nt buy him two cups of tea a day, two mere cups of tea
costing not more than 5 rupees.
Fuck this Shyte !!!!
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
The post below was penned back in 2006- nothing has changed since
Part VI-
Sunday Night Torture
My greasy friend Insomnia
With insomnia nothing is real, reality is far away, everything is a copy of a copy of a copy... when you have insomnia you are never really asleep and never really awake… a surreal dance of unwanted existence... you float within a bubble of never ending dejavu…no matter what you do… its never new… its beautiful..
Empty football fields of stark nothingness…reflections from your present demean the presence of your past.
Lost in an oblivion, dark, silent and complete... somewhere you find freedom... yet losing all hope in that freedom wrapped around you…. You become addicted... every night you die and every night you are born again…resurrected…….
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Aright folks... after much deliberation, loss of sleep, arguments, et al. The website is up and running. ( a lot of final touches remain) Many thanks to Maria Philipose, Gaurav Swaroop and Richard Devlar.
www.mehaksethi.com
www.mehaksethi.com
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