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2 Comments The Last Bite
Cousins are one of the best things that have ever happened to me in life. Not having much of personal friends during childhood cousins were everything to me. When time passed and we all graduated out of college, thanks to Caste Based Reservations, the highly intellectual gold medal scoring, school topper ranking cousins of mine never managed to find college admissions in India on merit. Thanks to this deep shit system, simply because we were born into a caste that is deemed forward by the government, discrimination was our fate despite the hard work. So one by one all of them stepped out of India and got admitted in universities with almost 100% scholarships just as they deserved, in the USA.
While this was good for them, I felt quite messed up in a way, only I can explain. I hardly passed math exams and the ones I topped were science, computers and English. Rest all was below average scores, not that im ashamed of it but this meant there is no way I could go abroad to study graduation school, so I stayed put, away from cousins whom were now not with me.
It was at this time I finally finished college, started working and brought a digital camera. Primary purpose -> take pictures of events back home to email it to cousins in the USA. This kind of knit the broken gap and made me and my NRI half bloods in the USA happy. Not for long though, since a known traitor in the family stole that camera on a family occasion. As i always do, I decided to prove this bugger wrong. I googled for specs blindly and brought 2.5 times as expensive a camera as I had before to let him know that nothing would stop me, not a petty thief. Now that I had a bazooka in hand while I merely needed a pen knife, I started experimenting, when I met this gentleman on flickr by accident. He taught me several things and the story started.
While I was on an office day out I had these pretty girls who were a part of the Event Management group pose for me fun. Suddenly, this bubbly character comes from nowhere and I don’t even remember how it all started but hey, we were shooting now. What happened afterward’s is something this set will clearly explain in detail while taking you through a crash course in the history of Shan & Dilip’s photography adventures.
It all seems like yesterday when this little kitten meowed at your feet and you picked it up but then time flies so fast, like all good things this must come to an end too. As she leaves for Dubai to move up and live with her hubby I think this will be another system restore point to the window of my life, only thing is this restore point is merely a marker and not a functionality (apologies to Apple fanboy’s). I feel sad, I will be losing a wonderful friend. I feel depressed that the best model I could ever shoot in life is not gonna be around no more. I mean it when I say it, give me all the babes of Hollywood and Bollywood and all the money for it. I may like it all but I doubt if it would bring the same fun and frolic it brings driving down to ECR with Shan, holding on to dear life while she whizzes through like Schumacher and thank the heavens for seat belts and brakes (if she had ever used them) and start shooting in the middle of the road at random places.
Through all of that in the worst & best of times, birthdays, layoffs, celebrations, random useless time pass, a wedding I guess there is much more for me here to celebrate than feel selfishly sad about. Like I always say, thank you is not for friends. So I will say "love ya loads" and yes, now there is a calendar to keep a count on when this kitty takes a vacation and comes visiting India. Meow!
