Loving My Job


Let me start by clarifying the title of this post. When I say job, I don’t mean my day job. Oh! No sir. My day job is a boring desk job which requires me to stare at a computer screen for hours at end.

The job I love is the one which I do after I leave office. And that is running off to a wedding and capturing memories.

I’m a part time wedding photographer and I love every part of that job.

And this love comes naturally to me, simply because I adore weddings. Not the cheesy kind of adoration like “Oh! I wonder when will I get married”. No. I mean yeah I think about my wedding. Every girl does. And if you see any girl saying that she is not interested in her wedding or has not thought about it, believe me when I say this, is lying. And my thinking is mostly about the poor guy who would end up with the craziness that I am. 😛

Anyways, coming back to the point, if you’ve ever been to an Indian wedding, you’ll know how electric the entire atmosphere gets. There is madness and chaos everywhere. Men running around arranging that perfect tent and getting stuff for the halwai. The women being all bothered about the arrival of the mehendi wala, their clothes, their jewelry and gossip.

People running around the place, bumping into things and getting all flustered while trying to get ready for the big fat Indian wedding.

And in all this chaos, I find my happy place. Where I can stay somewhere in the background and capture memories for them which they would cherish for decades.

Though let me tell you, it’s not easy for me being a wedding photographer. There are so many people who appreciate what I’m doing, and an equal number of people who exclaim at my choice of career. And the questions they ask me are always baffling.

Like, “ Beta, aren’t your parents worried that you come home late at night?” To which I reply, “Umm…No aunty, I’m never out alone and I try and reach home a decent time.”

Or, “So why are you going for law degree when all you want to do is click pictures?”  Here all I can say is, “Well, I like law. And besides, in this country you’re pretty useless if you don’t have a degree to show off even if you have no intentions of using it.”

And the cherry on the cake was, “Isn’t this camera a bit too heavy for a girl to carry around all day?”. To this date I have no answer for this question. I mean if it was too heavy for me to carry it around, why would I be doing it??

But all these inquiries about my life choices from random strangers just adds to the insane fun that I have at each event.

I come home drop dead tired from every wedding
and sleep like a baby knowing that I’ve done a good job.

And even though going through thousand of pictures, short listing them and then finally editing them is a humongous task, I still love doing it.

Because the look of appreciation I get from the people when they see the pictures for the first time is priceless.

And no pay check in this world can ever give me the happiness that I get from knowing that people appreciate my hard work. (A Ten Million Dollars check might come close, but let’s be realistic shall we!) 😛


Picture : Clickaholicks

I wish I could remain A 5 Year Old Forever


In a couple of day’s I’l be a year older and believe me its not a good feeling.

And for all those out there who think age is just a number, try being a daughter in a Punjabi family which like a good family would at every point in life keep encouraging you to study and get filthy successful, but on the other hand on every visit to the mall or any god forsaken market that sells clothes, your mom or sister’s or aunts or cousins would pick up a blingy ‘you-will-be-blind-if-you-stare-at-me-for-long‘ sari and naughtily point out that they would buy this for your wedding.

Yes, we eat, think, talk, walk, dream, breath and even shit weddings.

And every year when you cut your birthday cake, everybody around you would mentally start counting the years left for you to get married.

And before you think that they are all excited about seeing you settled in life and are therefore planning your wedding, you are wrong. Your wedding would be the biggest excuse for your entire extended clan to shop till they drop and basically bring down their saving by a good 75% .

And that is what is going to happen to me. As girl in her 20’s who is well on her way to getting a professional degree, you tend to generate quite some interest in the eye’s of all the aunties around you.

But since I have two cousin sister’s older than me who according to the unwritten Indian wedding constitution should/would get married before me because for some weird reason, the older sibling gets married first. Until unless obviously a younger sibling finds their soul mate and decides to get married before anybody else in the family. So I can sit back calmly and point at them whenever the word ‘wedding’ is mentioned in front of me.

And yes, I too am interested in all the clothes I’l be buying and all the fun I’l be having at their wedding! 😛

But coming to the point of my growing old. I’m not growing old. At least not mentally. I’m still 5 in my mind and I would go bonkers just at the sight of balloons. And joy rides! And candy! I love candy! And Cartoon Network!

You get the point right?

So that means I’v survived another year in a world which is full of people who love growing up and they love their birthdays. I on the other hand am really not excited about my birthday. Ever. I love everybody else’s birthday. I love planning about them and I love being a part of surprises. I just don’t feel the same way about my birthday. 

Yes. I belong to the minority population of people who are really not bothered about their birthday’s. 

Why you ask?

I have no idea. I just can not get to the terms of celebrating my birthday. When I was young I used to celebrate my birthday at my home with all my friends and relatives. But as I grew up I just could not see any sense in continuing it. 

I do have some crazy friends who for the past couple of years have been throwing surprise birthday parties for me. Thanks Guys! 

But this year I somehow feel Iv really grown up. I mean like REALLY grown up. The number scares me because whenever I planned my life, I thought that by this birthday I would be earning a fat salary and shopping like crazy and maybe go to some exotic location with my friends for vacations. 

But nothing like this has happened. I’m still studying. Iv changed my choice of profession. I’m working in my dad’s office. I’m still not earning. OK, I’m earning but if I ever tell you the figure you would laugh your guts out.

So basically life did a complete U turn for me and I’m just sitting here trying to figure out how to get everything back on track. It’s not bad. I mean I just consider myself awesome and I pretty much don’t worry about stuff much. 😛

But every year on my birthday I just sit down and list down all the good and bad things that happened to me and I always make sure that I count every good thing and blessing that came my way. 

So this year I maybe looking at matrimonial prospects in my family which is like the BIGGEST sign that you’v grown up no matter how much you deny it.

So here’s to another year of actually being 5 years old in your mind but making sure nobody around you notices that. 😛 


Today is the last synchronised date of this century. 11-12-13. And people are rushing to make this date be a special part of their lives.

The news is flooding with stories about couples who are tying the knot today. I follow a lot of photographers on Facebook and quite a lot of them said that the enquiries for this date were really high. 

In India, the marriages are fixed on a date after checking all the astronomical and  numerological significances. But according to a lot of astrologers, there is nothing special about this date as far as the stars go. But still numerous couples are rushing toward the mandap to tie the knot.

And if this was not enough, there are expectant mother’s who want to deliver their baby today. I was always taught that birth and death are two things that no human can ever control. These two area’s belong to god, and nobody can interfere in them. 

I was apparently taught wrong, because people are giving birth on the day they like so that their kids birthday would be on a unique date.

Now I don’t know if  being born on a sequential date would make them any more better in life. I mean come on, if being born on a particular date changed your life’s fate, women around the world would make sure to plan their pregnancy so meticulously that every child would end up being the president or a Hollywood star or maybe a world renowned writer or a Nobel prize winner. 

And if everybody became so good then the not so good people like me would be the extraordinary ones because we would be the people who are just not that good in everything .

Oooh! I like that!! 😀

Hmm….maybe it is really not that bad about people going crazy after such dates. I mean I admit I went a little overboard last year on my birthday because the date was 20-12-2012. I went paranoid thinking I’l buy such and such stuff and the bill would bear such an awesome date.

Thanks to my friends who knocked some sense into me. 

The point is, that any date no matter how awesome it is would not change the decisions you make in your life. Even if a person is born on a super cool date, that would not guarantee his being really famous in the world. His choices in life would be the sole determinant of what happens with him. And the same applies on getting married on such a date. Yes the albums would bear an awesome date but would that really guarantee you marital bliss? 

Celebrate such dates. There’s no harm in that. But don’t go overboard with the celebrations. Each day is special no matter how ordinary or extraordinary the date is.