The Eye

"Beauty lies in the Eyes of the beholder" 

  The Eye. A lot of people had told me about it. That I would, in time, “acquire”, The Eye. As if I didn’t have eyes of my own! Albeit hooded by high-powered glasses, I still have them, thank you. And whatever would I do with one new eye, pray? Wear it on my forehead like the Lord Shiva?

  Well, first things first. What’s all this hullabaloo about an eye? It all started when I got my first DSLR camera – at that time it was still a novelty – not many dared cross the line from their perky and sexy point and shoots to the chunky and humongous DSLR. That too, at a time, when Nikons and Canons of the world, much like Henry Ford, dictatorially told us, “You can have any colour as long as it is black”. Yea, it sure took some commitment to carry that 3 pound overgrown baby home.

  Uh-oh, there I go rambling again. What was I saying back then? Oh yes, when I got my first DSLR. I was filled with pride and confidence about my “abilities” as a photographer back then. Still, good sense prevailed and I took to schooling from few of my mates whose photos I admired. And that was the first time I heard about The Eye. One fellow even went so far as claiming that he could see traces of “The Eye”, in my captures; my feelings went slowly from indignance at his assumed superiority to humility at his kindness as I understood – finally – what The Eye was all about.

  The Eye, as I later realized (and it dawned really slow), is what the right word is for a poem. Or prose for that matter. It’s like the right colour in a painting. We’ve all heard of “She’s got an eye for art, fine clothes, blah blah” etc. Well, the photographer’s “Eye”, is all these things and much more. You see, as with art and literature, photography draws strength in its diversity. A photograph can capture a smile, a wave, a flying bird, or simply something as mundane as sunlight on a dusty window. That one 4X6 rectangular frame becomes our world, a world where we start appreciating the small little perfections in our daily life, frame by frame. A world there’s harmony in existence, beauty in simplicity, and method in madness.

  It can be maddening for our partners and friends, I admit. After the initial euphoria of “Oooh..you’ll click even more beautiful pictures of me” wears off, boredom, frustration and annoyance creeps in. I’ve even had “It’s either your camera or me that’s going out with you today” statements thrown at me (more of that perhaps in a separate post, someday). After all, it can be annoying when you retrace your steps to find the missing person staring in rapt fascination at the contrasting colours of an overflowing dustbin. Yup, The Eye does strange things to people. And once you’ve “acquired” it, there’s no escaping The Eye.

  Anyhow, coming back to where this long ramble started, thousands of discarded photographs, multiple aggrieved friends and well-wishers, two lenses, three filters and hundreds of gigabytes of RAW data later, I still can’t claim ownership of The Eye. But I can claim relentless pursuit of The Eye, and respect for it. And the realisation, that in spite of all its imperfections and idiosyncrasies, the world is, in fact, quite an Eyeful.