Click click click!

Click click click!

Photographing alongside a plane is one of the saddest sight I have witnessed. I have not been able to reason out why does it make me feel sad. First it makes me irritated and then comes the bout of sadness.

Well to be honest nowadays any photographs are sad. There is a brick smile which is almost prickly. I take pictures primarily for Instagram and at the instances I am truly, ecstatically happy I just forget to click the moments. I am almost positive that is the case with most of us.

 A flood of photos never really charms you. But that one picture with ugly hats on a swing amma pushing us, the one where appachan is tightly holding onto us on a trek and the worst picture yet the best of all is Sara and me in those unkempt clothes on our old Chetak scooter, are memories.

Probably years and years later these floods of candids, insta pics, DPs, selfies, carfies might find value. I doubt…. I guess it is the lightning speed at which we chuck one over the other as our favorite, the one where our face angles are the best, the colors are best filtered. It is the inevitable of this fast-moving world.

Recently, I guess when you reach your late 20s is when one feels the need for a reboot button. What do you think one could do then with these multitude of pictures from the past? I do not want any of my past than these three pictures, when I hit my reboot button. Alas! One cannot restart and reboot in life.

So then it frustrates me even more, it is this huge baggage I’ve to carry along. When I die, I wish those to be buried with me. I want it to rot with me; does all this make sense to anyone? Strangely it does to me. Fake smiles, fake happiness, pretty vistas, I don’t think I am up for it.