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Saturday, March 26, 2011
All of us tell stories. These stories define us.

How we tell our story makes all the difference in life. It makes a difference on the way people look at us and understand where we're coming from. A story is also the most effective method of running some helpful self analysis and sorting out the road ahead.

Getting the story elements right is critical to good reading. It is vital that the readers get involved and feel that they have a stake in your success.

There's always the protagonist - the hero, that's you.
Then there's the situation into which he has been thrust. A job for example.
Follow that up with the spice. The reason why he can't continue working as he always did. Call this guy the villain, could be the boss or maybe a set of changed Market conditions.
So what does the hero (you) do in this case. This forms the crux of your story. What did you do differently?
Results notwithstanding the reader must identify with you.

Now apply this to your resume. Many make the mistake of only putting in chronological events without the spice of the story- their accomplishments. So you didn't save a fair maiden. But you brought down costs. That works just as well. Substantiate that with your tenures and where it took you. Readers love that twist in the tale.

Focus on your audience. A business manager in the purchase department thinks differently from the CEO. Different strokes for different blokes. It's a Good idea to be able to add different hues to the same story.

Not every story is one of success. Tragedies sell too. The key element is creating a tale which is followed and identified with. Go on... Tell your tale.

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Why Skimp?

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

As the word is aptly defined, “providing or consisting of less than is needed”. Of course, it’s important to put down the “needs” and the “wants” with equal alacrity. Indian weddings are not rally known for being skimpy, so why this?

I’ve been attending weddings for quite a while now. Sometimes as a guest, but mostly in my role as a wedding photographer. This does allow some insight into human psyche and the actions that result thereof. It is in my nature to be observant and records memories. As a wedding photographer, I am entrusted with a great responsibility - to ensure that you love what you see, 10 years down the line. The images may not be perfect - but they must reflect perfection. 
Now here’s the catch. The average Indian family spends more on flower arrangements than they would spend on a specialist photographer entrusted with the capturing of these moments (he/she also captures the flower arrangements for what it’s worth). Maybe it’s an old paradigm - but I believe that it’s time for a shift. We need to respect the work that the photographer puts in. It’s not just about being there with camera in hand. The amount of work the photographer puts in AFTER the wedding is almost (if not more) than the actual event itself. 
Wedding photography was never the most sought after profession. I don’t see things changing on that front, even though more people own DSLRs than they did 5 years ago. 
A camera in hand does not a photographer make. 
But it does give you a chance.

But why SKIMP on the one thing that you’re gonna be seeing for a long time hereafter? The images remain with you forever and on the internet for more than forever. 99.9% of the world didn’t attend your wedding. But they did see the images and guess what - they almost felt a part of it. You spent 125,000 on a wedding outfit, but couldn’t afford the right photographer to capture you in it. Apparently - the package deal didn’t work out. 
You preferred instead the regular studio guys who are always in your face, asking you to smile (even when they’re rude) and stepping on all your toes (all the time). You hate posing on stage with the “new” husband cos’ the traditional photog makes you do such filmy poses that you cringe; but hey it’s all part of the package. You’re dead tired, but you gotta give that last shot. Kinda feels like being in the movies - only difference is, you’re financing it.
The photographer is not just a chronicler of the special day(s) but is also your friend. So when you smile at your friends, give him a smile too. It makes his day just seeing those pearly whites come naturally on your beaming face.
So put those needs and wants down on paper(or MS Excel) and do a priority check. Most of us get married but once...... make the most of it and hold on to those memories.
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Thursday, March 17, 2011

Travelling the metro has become a daily routine now. Once the novelty wore off, I've just kinda got used to it. I try not to be one of the dour faced commuters executing the robotic function of going to work. 

People still look at me typing away on the iPad as some kind of novelty. If only we'd move ahead of that. 

For my part, I like to observe. A 3rd party view or gods eye view. Call it whatever. 

People watching can be a full time activity without appearing "nuts" .

There are the silent ones with purged up faces looking like they just had a lobotomy. 

Then the swingers who move with the metro coach. Every jolt is reflected in their posture. So these guys are never really standing straight. 

The chirpy ones with music in their ears are also special. Only as long as their volumes are on mute. 

Sleepyheads also abound. They sit , they sleep off. Miraculously, they awake just as their station arrives.  I was once in their category - travelling from Huda city centre in deep sleep, to be woken by a middle aged aunty the termination junction. 

One cannot forget the lovers. This category of couples searches for space in the area where the coaches interconnect. Not much in terms of privacy. But at least they can hold hands without being stared at from both sides. 

There is also a special category of "shameless" travellers who occupy the seats reserved for the old, handicapped and ladies. The less besharam ones pull a pigeon when one of the aforementioned approaches. The habitual offenders stare down their targets daring them to make a call and evict them. 

Public travel in India is famous for the one liner - kindly adjust. So this special class of commuters will look at you and request, "kindly adjust". Suddenly 8 people will be sitting in space meant for 7. If it's not the adjustment factor, there are always close friends and relatives who will want to share their seat and inconvenience the mango people around. 

But it is heartening to see women not being groped and dilliwallahs standing in a queue (once in a while) when they're in the metro. 

So very un-dilli-like

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