
While walking on the beach during a short trip, this sapling caught my attention.
It meant more than just a green bit in an otherwise sandy stretch. It symbolises hope and more than that growing in difficult conditions.
I sit before my newest baby and wonder – what does the future hold? That’s a tough one. Don’t we all wish we knew?
The winds of change are sweeping across the photojournalism world and the concept of a photojournalist is re-shaping, even as I write this. Experiments are already well under way in press rooms of far-thinking newspapers, headed by the visions of hardcore photojournalists.
Self portraits can be fun since you have no photographer that makes you feel uncomfortable or embarassed when you try out some expressions. Also, with the digitalia we’ve got access to these days its brilliantly simple. In fact id reccomend anyone whos camera-phobic to find themselves a (digital!) camera, a tripod (a tallish stool or stack of boxes) and just shoot themselves in the head! (yes, i never tire of the pun on “shoot”..)

(Above) The Old GMC building, at Panaji, Goa, was specially illuminated for the 38th International Film Festival of India.
IFFI was the mantra of the day for the last few weeks. Besides watching films, there was ample scope for capturing some good stuff.
Extense program on Digital Power Poetry from master classes to debates and projections.
As everybody knows words an images are the begining and the end of my creative process. I’m very intested in this concept. So from 6 to 9 you know where i will be. Hope to see some of you there too.
This is the first day after the launch of the HUBlog. So Cheers! It’s been a long time coming.
This is also the first time I have taken and used my new HD video camera. Quite apt I would say, or could it be a harbinger of things to come?