James Stewart looked out from the wheelchair he was confined to and witnessed a murder, in Alfred Hitchcock바카라s fine thriller Rear Window. Calcutta-based Arun Ganguly saw beauty instead. Celebrating the fact that he was now able to walk around after a long stretch of being confined to his bed, the octogenarian who had been in charge of creative photography at the Clarion ad agency in the 1970s, and taught photography as a freelance photgrapher of international repute, turned to his art again. Thanks to the flooding of morning sunlight that his room enjoyed, Ganguly found images worthy of being recorded. The gulmohar tree outside the window, 바카라host to woodpeckers and kingfishers and flocks of barblers and mynahs바카라, was another irresistible spur to his creative drive. As was the quiet, undisturbed expanse of garden and courtyard surrounding his ancestral house an amble away from his own residence. 바카라I don바카라t have access to a camera, but the phone was good enough,바카라 he says.
Beyond The Window
A novel use of the mobile phone brings cheer across the world
Indeed, the photographs, colourful and beautifully composed, prove that the tool comes second only to the eye. His subjects are all limited by the rectangle he views the outside world through, yet he shot almost a hundred compositions. But critical of his own work as much as he would be of any student바카라s, 바카라I kept only 33 and deleted the rest,바카라 he says.
Deeply empathatic about the plight of young people, 바카라my younger friends who are still engaged in earning their livelihood, and have little support in this time of crisis,바카라 Ganguly decided to use his photos to send them a message of cheer. A 바카라secure, retired person바카라 himself, he felt the need to do his bit. 바카라In the spirit of public service, I sent the photos, individually captioned, to 70 people who I thought could use the distraction and mood lift they could effect,바카라 he says. And because sending the pics as a group could jumble things up, he sent each email separately, one after the other multiplied by 70!
So today his photos have winged across cyber space to reach his friends in Delhi, New York, Mumbai and Brisbane, besides those closer home in Calcutta. 바카라The response has been tremendous,바카라 Ganguly says, his voice excited as a child바카라s. 바카라It has boosted my morale immensely, infused me with new life. I am so glad I could contribute in bringing joy in some way.바카라
Shared here are three photos from the series. With poems by Swati Pal, principal of Janaki Devi College in Delhi and a writer and poet, who was inspired by them to write poems on the moods they communicated.
A Touch of Divakar
I woke one morn
With an angel light
That nudged its way
Through the open window.
Played with my hair
Brushed against my toes
Flicked my eye lashes
Tickled my shiny nose.
And all at once
I felt, my son,
That you had sneaked
Into my room cheekily.
I reached out unbidden
And tried to clasp
Your dappled golden form,
But you escaped me.
Yet still the glow
Lingered in my room.
Even as you vanished
Within the dense sunlight.
Oh how I long
For just a touch
Of you my son
I called you Divakar.
@Swati Pal
A Dog바카라s Life
Why do they say
It바카라s a dog's life
As if it바카라s a curse?
I stay locked up
While he roams, free
To sleep on the roof,
Under the open sky,
And sleep or eat at will.
Like a king he wanders
Every gully and highway
While I stare at the walls
Of what I call
My home.
I really want
A dog바카라s life,
You don바카라t need
To be human, then.
Caramel gold
The skies,
Tempted me,
Delectable coffee
Waiting to
Be sipped .
Tantalising me,
Deliciously frothy
In parts.
If I
Could only
Leap up
And lick
The swirls.
The molten
Golden caramel
Might melt
My icy
Cold heart.