Blue has been the colour of the year 2020 since its commencement. 2020 arrived at our cribs with handouts containing loneliness, unemployment, miserliness, depression and too much free time for the empty vessels to make a lot of noises.
Many coping up with the plight by shifting their daily ways to innovative ones. Giving rise to virtual offices, makeshift work stations, online classes, virtual interaction and many more. On the other hand, a larger group is categorized under the unemployed, sick, hungry, broke and stranded.
The world came to a standstill overnight before we could even realise.
Inflation in uncertainties came paired with the plunge in the economy.
As the months passed by, while nature enjoyed its pink interim, the population adopted and complied with the need of the hour and stayed put with the rules and regulations.
Each one has been put through a unique trial to survive on its own during these times. Uninformed of the twists and turns the future holds.
Withstanding the struggles, May 2020 knocked on the doors with the glad tidings of the blessed month of Ramadan.
Since the dawn of my existence, Ramadan to me has been the most exciting month of the year, a month full of worship, fasting, celebrations, gatherings, feasting, invocations, frequent visits to the masjids (mosques), new outfits, gifts and many more.
Like every year, the nearing of Ramadan filled our hearts with excitement and optimism, but, with a spark of apprehension. Several doubts came into being as the serene drive through the divine month seemed futile.
However, it arrived on its destined time and like all the years, this year as well, it came with all the love, peace, serenity, alacrity and even better, more bonding.
On day 1 of Ramadan, After suhur (early morning breakfast at dawn for entering into the day of fasting), perched on the rooftop, adoring the soft wind caress my skin while the ethereal sun rays swelled up in the sky, made me appreciate the moments I had forsaken for the sake of my busy schedule and my stressful life, it was then the blissful dawn of my Ramadan.
This Ramadan stopped by with the intentions of more than just spirituality, devotion and celebration, but, with gratitude, awakenings, reinforcing the values, counting our blessings, and with comfort amidst the crisis.
As masjids were shut, homes have turned into masjids, as all the five prayers are being offered in a congregation with the family, yet again bonding the family even closer.
No work, no school, meant more time for reading the holy book of Quran, getting to know the religion better, while spiritually getting more aware and every time feeling more harmony with the lock-down, making our offerings and invocations ardent than ever. For the first time in months, during the Covid 19 crisis, I was pleased with the lock-down, as we all stuck together while fulfilling the chores assigned to each one of us making the rituals of Ramadan more fun and lively. My dad leading all the prayers of the day makes my heart swell up with pride as he succeeds in preserving the true spirit of the month.
Seizing the free time, I instil knowledge all about Ramadan, religion and Quran to my son, which I doubt I would have been capable in a regular Ramadan.
However, there are traditional Ramadan happenings which we miss, like exchanging of dishes with our neighbors, the night prayers at the masjids, the massive tents set up at masjids for free-give-away Iftaars (a meal had after the sunset to open the fast), no new outfits for Eid (the month is then concluded by celebrating a festival known as Eid – al – Fitr). no gatherings and many such simple pleasures.
Ibn Abbas reported: The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said, “Verily, the believer is in good shape in every situation. He praises Allah Almighty even while his soul is taken out of his body.”
Source: Musnad Aḥmad 2475.
I am thankful to my Lord, I have this Ramadan amidst lock-down. I guess it’s what we needed the most to comfort our souls, mind and body while awakening ourselves spiritually amid all the stress and adversity.
What is your take on Ramadan during this lock-down, do let us know in the comments below?
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Delectable wafer-filled chocolate is favorite for many. So, consuming it just the way or adding it to a cake or to your shake or even having it with your coffee brightens up your mood adding to the endorphins and dopamine levels.
Glittercut.com, Ramadan Special segments brings the very popular, loved yet an overly priced drink, Kitkat shake, right to your screens for you to wallow in without burning a hole in your pockets 😀
So, here’s our yet another easy-peasy, delicious treat for sweet lovers.
Ingredients (Serves 1)
Kitkat 3 bars (6 fingers)
Milk 1/2 glass
Vanilla ice cream 3 scoops
Ice cubes 3 cubes
Vanilla extract 1/2 tsp
Rose water 1 tsp (optional)
Date honey / Honey 1 Tbsp (optional)
For garnishing (any one of these would do)
Whipped cream (homemade whipped cream recipe at the end of the post)
Chocolate syrup / chocolate sauce
To the blender, add milk, 4 fingers of the Kitkat bar, ice cream, ice cubes, vanilla extract, rose water and date honey, and blend it all until the Kitkat and all other ingredients form a tempting smooth drink.
In the empty serving glass / jar / mug, drizzle the chocolate sauce to the sides of the jar from inside and then pour the drink in it. Top it off with whipped cream, and finish the look by fixing the remaining finger Kitkat bar into the whipped cream sticking out a shown in the image above.
For homemade whipped cream
Heavy plain cream (250 ml) (cold)
Sugar (3-4 Tbsp)
Vanilla extract (1 tsp)
whisk / handheld electric whisk
Add cold plain cream to a deep bowl along with sugar and vanilla extract, whisk it with your available equipment.
Please whisk till it reaches the stiffness as per your desire.
It is time consuming, so make sure you prepare your whip cream way earlier than the drink.
Whip cream then can be stored in an air – tight container for up to 3-4 days.
Is there any drink or an easy recipe you would want to share with us, please comment below.
As we all know, we are in the month of Ramadan being observed by the Muslims all over the world.
Apart from the spiritual essence and soul awakening purpose, Ramadan is also famous for its festivity and feasts offered in during the month.
So, this month I have come up with a dedicated segment for the easiest recipes for snacks, iftars, get-togethers or late night snacking.
Fondness for cooking is what I have not assimilated yet, however, I can cook well when I am asked to cook. (It runs in my genes) 😛
Today, in the Ramadan special segment, I would start with my favorite drink. Cold Coffee.
It is easy-peasy and a no-fail recipe for sure.
Cold coffee (servings 1)
(for more servings, do the additions and the math to get the sufficient drink)
Coffee powder (1 Tbsp)
Sugar (1 Tbsp)
Vanilla extract (1/2 tsp)
Ice cubes (3 cubes) (adding this to the blender, makes the drink frothier)
Milk (1/2 glass)
Date honey (1 1/2 Tbsp) / Regular honey can also be used
Chocolate ice cream (4 small scoops)
(any of these can do)
Whipped Cream (optional) Recipe for homemade whipped cream is mentioned at the end of the post.
Grated Chocolate (optional)
Chocolate Sauce (optional)
Glass / jar / mug (for the beverage to be served in)
In the blender, add coffee powder, sugar, vanilla extract, ice cubes, milk, Date honey, 3 scoops chocolate ice cream and blend till all the ingredients mix well and form a liquid drink.
First, take the empty glass in which the drink will be served. Drizzle the chocolate sauce on its sides. Once the side of the glass has been decorated, pour the drink to the glass. Add the remaining scoop of chocolate ice cream and top it up with whipped cream. Trickle a little more chocolate sauce or you can grate the chocolate bar at the top to finish the exotic look of your very tempting cold coffee.
Homemade whipped cream.
Heavy plain cream (250 ml) (cold)
Sugar (3-4 Tbsp)
Vanilla extract (1 tsp)
whisk / handheld electric whisk
Add cold plain cream to a deep bowl along with sugar and whisk it with your available equipment.
Please whisk till it reaches the stiffness as per your desire.
It is time consuming, so make sure you prepare your whip cream way earlier than the drink.
Whip cream then can be stored in an air -tight container for up to 3-4 days.
Do let us know, how you liked the recipe and would you try it out.
Admiration, adoration, appreciation of beauty, amusement, anger, anxiety, awe, awkwardness, boredom, calmness, confusion, craving, disgust, emphatic pain, entrancement, excitement, fear, horror, interest, joy, nostalgia, relief, etc are all various categories of emotions.
A typical person would experience many of the above emotions in different instances.
An individual who encounters various emotions and gracefully handles it is taken to be mentally stable along with being aware of himself and his actions.
The correlation of emotions with feelings is that of height and weight.
Every emotion has a specific feel along with it.
Every emotion is a blessing, be it of any kind.
However, today, I would like to dedicate my post to emotional sedation. Sedative effect on our mental awareness of emotions.
A traumatic childhood, an unexpected negatively charged extreme event which we were never prepared to face at the given time. It’s a hard blow on our psychological and emotional capacity of dealing with situations. Thus, leading to tinnitus, further resulting in lingering emotional numbness.
Emotional numbness, surprisingly, apart from the above-stated cause, can also be cultural and societal. In many cultures, the emotional state is not given due attention and hence, crying is related to weakness, while anger is looked up for strength. These societies pushing the mental health under the carpet, emphasizes its people on being stoic, rational and emotionally invulnerable.
Having oneself in these various situations, the preferred road is simple, not to feel any emotions at all.
The instance can be no better than that of a rape victim. The atrocious episode leaves the victim with a string of loud tinnitus and moving on to emotional numbness. the heinous event concludes in a void of emotions. Unable to feel, express or communicate becomes new configuration in the system of the sufferer. Similarly, severe loss, stress, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), physical and mental abuse, are also few of many causes for sedation of emotions.
When speaking of mental health, emotional numbness is still a secret disease calling out for more attention. large numbers are oblivious of their malady, while others are in denial, as being stoic, stable and emotionally aware are always valued and held in high prestige.
The crisis awareness of emotional numbness is eminent. Somebody in sentimental anaesthesia is no longer aware of any feeling, emotions or sentiments. Be it of his own or anyone involved, hence, dysfunctional coping mechanisms, depression, spiritual emptiness, inability to enjoy life, inability to form close and fulfilling relationships, disconnection from the inner self, confusion, irritability, fatigue, addictions, chronic illnesses, and somatic illnesses, inconsideration, insensitiveness, etc follows.
Being mindful of ourselves and ones around us is the key to reach out.
Mentioned below are a few analytical ways in which one can be pinpointed.
Failure to express strong negative or positive emotions
Inability to “fully participate” in life (i.e. feeling like you’re a passive observer)
‘Life is like a dream’ sense. (a feeling of unreality)
Living on autopilot.
Absence of interest in schemes, others find fun.
Feeling aloof from others.
An impulse to revoke from friends and family members.
Emotions are only felt in the body as sensations, but not by the mind
Animosity for people who show vivid emotions (both positive and negative)
Feeling numb in situations which should typically engender strong emotion
Panic attack when intense emotions eventually breakthrough.
Physical and mental insentience or blandness.
The extreme numbness may even influence the patient for suicidal attempts too.
Once we know the causes. Identify the silent bearers to recommend the ways to cure the silent disease.
As, the sentimental sedation is not permanent and so, the cure is available for both, long and short term.
Identify the underlying reason for the numbness.
See a psychiatrist. It is completely alright to visit a mental-health doctor. The old fashioned taboo of having a mental health issue is no more a dispute (at least in many countries and cultures).
Talk to people who you feel closest to. People who make you feel connected, communicate and help yourself attain relief.
Exercise daily. Yoga, boxing, kick-boxing are great stress busters. However, a casual walk around the neighborhood also does wonders.
Get ample sleep. Lack of sleep adds to the irritation and fatigue, hence, worsening the situation.
A well-balanced healthy diet is a must. It helps regulates and improves your mood.
Stress management. Minimize the stress and engage in stress-busting activities like meditation, prayers. Identify the stress enhancing factors and try to deal with them positively while getting rid of them eventually.
Determine emotions and articulate emotions. if you find this the hardest. do not delay in seeing a psychiatrist, let him tap your emotions for you and you can take it forward from there. 🙂
To the ones who are suffering from emotional numbness, you are not the only one. There are a lot more fighting the secret fight daily and maybe in the worst of situations. This sickness is momentary if crucial care is provided at once.
Have your say on emotional numbness in the comments below.
10th October 1991, Thursday when Roll No 638 bewitched me just to change the course of my perspective, priorities and preferences. Ever since then I began to live in a world of fantasy wherein everything revolved around him. Days definitely commenced with my routine customary prayers, but now they changed too. Imploring God to have a glimpse of Roll No 638 became its objective. Sleepless nights were spent weaving dreams of us together while days were spent supplicating that he does not play truant. But with each passing day, his reckless play-truant attitude gradually grew stronger, making my prayers more intense and his appearance less likely.
Twenty Eight long years, yet our first encounter is etched deep in my memory, every detail distinctively fresh and crisp. It was our college excursion where we had first met; with every eye contact no dialogues were exchanged yet our eyes spoke volumes making the day worth memorable. Distinctly reminiscing when he first appeared before me, with all his opulent personality, dressed in the most casual grey stonewashed jeans and white printed shirt, his chiselled jaw lifted with a sweet, pleasing smile accentuating his devil’s tooth, his eyes twinkling with impishness, his dark black hair neatly done behind and his voice though exuding pride yet was soothing and genial. He had an unusual lethal combination of sturdy, muscular physique and an incredible sense of humour (a combination almost extinct in men then). He was the Greek God per se, a bearer of a charming, smart and attractive demeanour. A complete package any girl would fall for. He had successfully cast his spell upon me that day.
He became the reason to regularly attend college. My eyes would scan the classroom only to rest on him and vice versa. His look would pulverize me, blushingly I would rip my eyes away from his. Less attention was on the lessons but more on his hilarious comments and mischief. He was roll no 638 and I was roll no 645, we occupied adjacent benches during exams. Being a regular student, my notes would always make rounds in the class. However, my adonis made use of them only during exams for cheating purposes. Thus my only motive to study for exams was to share my answer sheet with him in order to ensure that we remain class fellows.
Since we were pursuing science, laboratory sessions were an essential part of the course. He would be irregular for lectures but fortunately regular for lab sessions. I would always look forward for these sessions as we were to arrange ourselves as per our roll numbers. We shared the same lab counter for experiments. We had many instances where we bumped into each other, grabbed the same test tube or the same chemical but ironically spoke nothing just smiled and drew ourselves in different directions. With him around I was oblivious to the world around me. We would enjoy every silent and speechless conversation between us.
Probably, coming from a conservative family social barriers, fears and pressures prohibited us from being extrovert. Subsequently, deterring us to speak to each other too, but however, we shared an amazing oculesics communication.
Today, I sit back and traverse down the memory lane just to understand that life goes on. No one is indispensable and so is he. My life has moved on unfortunately without him but with beautiful memories of his charismatic smile, his humour filled one-liners and his devil-may-care attitude. Optimistically I believe his life too must have moved on successfully with someone worthy.
But, today while ruminating the past, I regret not speaking to him at least once! How I regret he could have taken the initiative to speak to me at least once (being the man)! How I wish we could express our feelings for each other in words! Why didn’t I ever muster up my courage and confess? Why didn’t he ever articulate his feelings into words?
I am positive, wherever he is, he might be still remembering me. As I still remember him. His well-being is always included in my prayers till date but crossing paths now after 28 years is always excluded.
Stay blessed wherever and whoever you are with …
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This is for who you were and what you should be; you were someone with high aspirations and big dreams, you wanted to travel a lot and explore the unexplored, you wanted to walk high streets, live in a mansion,wear exquisite clothes and fine jewelry with an army of servants-a princess.
Splash !!! Wake-up, Wake-up,
You are 21, married, and the reality is;
Your loneliness having a spouse, bruises, hurt, pain and turmoil. Physical and emotional trauma, you are disconnected.
5 years of tragedy ended with a lesson ideal ending isn’t possession of wealth but genuine relationship.
Alas!! learnt it a very hard way.
Now you yearn for a small loving home where trust, respect are valued and treasured, which can be cherished for life. Like your previous dreams, this too remains unfulfilled.
At 29, you are gifted with a divorce with a package of fights over our two daughters, least expected but you braved the storm and came out of it with dignity and grace and ready to dream once again!! Ready to blow my bubble again!!
This time be kind to yourself by loving yourself first and living your dream and be an inspiration and leave behind a legacy that no one can define you but the CHOICES you make.
Now is your chance to live your dreams. Love, Hafsah
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“She gazed out of the window to find a moonless sky full of twinkling stars…”, and within the skies, among the stars, she could see her unfettered self in the world of her dreams, with no confinement.
Zoe, 15, restricted within her home out of cultural and authoritative stipulation surrendering to the norm of the family since ages. Like many other girls in her country, she could never leave the house except, the day, when she says her vows and steps into her ‘happily after’. Her gateway into her world of imagination was the only window in her room. The window knew her and had seen the most phases of her growing up than anyone in the household would have ever cared to notice. It was the sole witness to her sorrow, her joy, her beauty unfolding while she confessed her secrets, desires and hope into the thin air through the window.
‘Zoe’, meant life, named by her mother who she loved immensely, while craving for the slightest jolly communication with her father. Usually complaining, Zoe, had interrogated her mom, as to why she named her ‘Zoe’ while she is just living and not alive. Only to find her mom responding ‘you gave me life, by coming to this world, and for the reason, I called you ‘Zoe’, you are my life, Zoe’.
Skipping night’s sleep was a preferable affair to sit at the window to feel the crisp wind brush her skin while her hair softly plays along. Her thoughts would wander from running in the woods, going to school, making new friends, singing, dancing and never coming back to her pen. Tears, like all other nights, would assemble on the window sill, leaving a stain on drying, giving away a sneak of the last night’s silent dialogue.
With every passing year, as Zoe bloomed into an elegant teenager, her desire for freedom, grew stronger.
Her other brothers were so well looked after by her father with all the deserved attention, facilities resources to lead a happy childhood. They went to school, had friends and usually invited them over over suppers for which Zoe just like a good sister had to serve them. She had happily started serving their friends since ‘Zion’ had been her brother’s newfound-slightly-older friend. Zion was the sweetest among all his friends, he noticed Zoe and would greet her with a smile and usually exchanged greetings and thank yous. Zion was the only one who would make her feel noticed, while for everyone else she was more than transparent. Lately, all the adrenaline seemed to shoot up, upon his sight or even his smile, while she caught him stealing glances at her in return. For the first time in ever, she had imagined of another individual by her side while she enjoyed and roamed the lands by free will.
The girls in the neighborhood, if they are lucky enough dodging the abortion of their initial existence seemed to have come with the same destiny as Zoe’s. They all had to finish up the chores, take care of the household and younger siblings while not getting to go to school, or go out in woods, or make new friends. All the girls in the locality had secretly got their confidante in stars, moon, window, ceilings or their pet.
However, their worst nightmare shared by all was to get married in their teens to the man of triple times their age. She had been to Sasha’s wedding earlier this month, she dreaded to be in the situation, as the only memory she has of Sasha is of crying, wailing and getting dragged into the car at the end of the ceremony by her very old groom.
Earlier during the day, overhearing the conversation of her parents her panic-stricken self had managed to compose herself with the utmost difficulty. That night, gazing at the stars, realizing the absence of the moon by the natural darkness spread over the night, she couldn’t hold back her tears, while she wept inconsolably, the words of her parents rung in her head repeatedly. She remembered her mom opposing her father, while he came an announced the news of setting up Zoe’s wedding in the coming week. Zion was one of the many thoughts which occurred repeatedly during that night which increased the tears count immensely.
It was then she decided she could never end up in a much miser situation, and now is the time to make a decision, for the marriage was never going to happen.
But, the puzzle to her liberation and freedom was not yet solved.
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“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
The world knows it as Newton’s third law of motion, I am sure he wanted to say the Third Law of Emotion. Because, whatever you say or do, it tends to generate a certain kind of emotional reaction in other people. This is very evident in the case of social media celebrities – one tweet or one Instagram story from them and you can see all emotions flooding the comment section.
When I agreed to write about this topic, I was a little unsure if I can do it. Not because I do not have emotions. I do realize my eyes oozing out a teardrop when I am watching an emotional scene and my hand wisely wiping it off secretly before my wife finds out about this and mocks me. I was hesitant because I cannot even name many of the emotions. Just like I can recognize only basic colours on the rainbow and not all the shades on the paint company’s colour catalogue, I understand the basic emotions like fear, anger, and happiness but I cannot clearly identify the other emotions and feelings. Partly because, as men, we do not talk about other emotions much. It is not very common to hear two buddies, at least as I have observed, having conversations like “I am extremely anxious about this situation”, “This made me super emotional, I feel sad”, or “I am feeling ashamed”. Most of the conversations will be about positive emotions like pride, excitement & amusement.
Each one is different. In my case, many a time I catch myself going into an empty cocoon without thinking about anything. I don’t feel anything – neither happy nor sad, neither anger nor fear. I am calm. I think this is the enlightenment state that many spiritual leaders talk about. My wife doesn’t think so. She says I may have some sort of diurnal lagophthalmos. As a man who has not read “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus”, I refuse to let her assumptions shake my belief. I was thinking maybe I am special until I found this video from Mark Gungor. The response from the crowd says how true this could be for all men. All men seem to get into a box (not the final one, although one day they will).
I am not an expert in this field. If I was, I would be publishing a book instead and charging for it. In order to learn more about emotions I started reading the book, “Master your emotions”. I must say that I was not too emotionally attached to the content and set it aside for another time. Like any normal human being slaving in the Information Technology world would do, I resorted to Dr.Google and asked, “Hey Google, how do men handle their emotions?” There were a bunch of articles both from experts and from wannabes like me. Some interesting ways that men use to handle their emotions, that caught my attention, are listed below.
The feelings may be expressed in the form of physical ailments. It looks like men tend to complain of sudden headaches, backaches etc when they are emotional. Have I done this before? I do get headaches and backaches but mostly they are either because I am sick or because of strenuous physical work like sitting in that uncomfortable seat in the flight for 9 hours. I do feel fatigued on certain days but that’s a rare occurrence. Otherwise, I was guilty of occasionally faking physical complaints to avoid a certain situation or people. Maybe that was my way of expressing disinterest? Is disinterest an emotion? Not sure. Only experts can say.
Men remodel one feeling into other feelings. They tend to convert emotions that they perceive as weak like sadness into an emotion that they feel is strong, like anger. The belief that it is okay for men to express anger but not sadness could be because the former is considered as a more masculine feeling. We have all done that. When I feel incredibly sad about how little common sense few people have, I turn the hulk mode on and smash that like button, err, smash whatever is in hand. I miss my Nokia 3310. Sigh!
Walking away is the default survival instinct. When men find themselves in an emotional situation they tend to walk away from that place or situation to calm themselves down. Be it when you are arguing with your better half or when you are in a group where the stupidity hits the fan. I have walked away from a lot of arguments when I sense that my heartbeat is rising up. But with this Corona fiasco on, not many people have the luxury of walking away from an argument. Please remember facing the conflict and having that argument with your wife is far healthier than going away and risking your life.
Is it really a blog post if you don’t leave a quote at the end to ponder about? Here is the food for thought on handling emotions from an anonymous person that is generally attributed to Lord Buddha (or Mark Twain, if you know what I mean) on the internet.
“Don’t promise when you are happy, don’t reply when you are angry and don’t decide when you are sad.”
Every moment worth enduring is captured, felt and seized in various forms. Since ages, gravitation to relive cherished moments coveted. History witnesses the quenching of such desires to capture moments using various ways. Umpteen techniques adopted to document such moments and memories have been registered throughout history. Be it live sketch, sculptures in the mountains, statue making, sewing a war scene, or painting a wedding scene, etc is scattered all over the map in various museums and galleries. Hanker seemed to have not died a bit with the passing time. It has evolved beyond imagination, just the approach of captivation has undergone a drastic transformation. The paintings, sketching, sculpting has been all taken over by myriad photography, yet, making the obsolete an invaluable affair. Today, I do this post, wondering the pining for photography people across the globe share.
Photography is no more confined to moments, occasions and cherished moments, but, has widened horizons to abstract, aesthetic, macro, beauty, nude, underwater, time-lapse, stock, still, satellite, aerial, panoramic, perspective, landscape, conceptual, candid, portrait, action and many more versions. Aesthetic photography however always intrigues me, while candid shots are my favorite.
Nonetheless, the most trending one is the ‘selfie’ photography, conventional kind at the disposable of a layman. The moments captured on a reel, are hardly ever re-visited, nisi you are a professional or capture moments out of passion. Irrespective of the probability of a re-visit, we tend to click, snap, shoot and capture moments. Usually having ourselves on cleave to either to seize the moment or to live the moment. A part of the population falls under the ‘live in the moment’ banner, while the other half, is busy capturing every single moment and making it feasible for a re-visit.
Every kind of photography is a form of art and hard work. It can only come out beautiful and effective when done with passion and love. However, the emotional rush on the sight of every moment from the past through snaps is overwhelming. The potential power to pause your errands and make you spend hours going through the clicks one after the other is undeniable. A concoction of emotions deluges our heads rewinding the exhaustive arena of the picture. Making the time passed by since then, beyond belief.
The idea of this post struck me when accidentally, I came across a picture of my son, Owais, in his initial months of existence. The accident of lasted for about more than 2 hours, still, I couldn’t get enough. The inscrutable pleasure is indescribable. With every picture effortlessly the memories of the moment flooded as it had been lived along with ‘behind the scenes’ moments.
I am not much of an enthusiast when it comes to storing every moment you live in the reel. ‘Live in the moment’, was a more agreeable statement for me until yesterday. But, yesterday, the pictures made me realize the influence of photography in one’s life and to re-visit the moments, the occurrence of which has been long forgotten.
From now on, I plan big on capturing my moments and clutching the memories while living in the moment from behind the camera. An idea of collecting my sons pictures at every stage of his life, and showcasing at his wedding has occurred to me, hoping it will be easier done, than said.
How do you think is the idea of becoming a regular at photographing your moments? What kind of photographer are you currently? which photography intrigues you the most? How did you find the post? Let us know in the comments below.