Yes. That is true. However shocking or surprising it may be, it is TRUE. I am in love. Not at the first sight, though. But it was gradual. There was no friendship prior to that. And hence, there would be no break-up later. Yeah, I am in love. And before you people think and dream about everything and anything possible on this whole earth as well as other planets and galaxies, let me help you. I am in love with a CAMERA. People have their own different reasons to love something. I do, too. (Actually, I never wanted a reason to love. But I do have few reasons now). I didn’t realize that I love a camera until recently. To be more precise and frank, I realized that only last night when someone asked me why I didn’t bring my camera when I went to bid farewell to one of the seniors who graduated and left Madison today. The question looked to me as if why was a part of my body missing. I, myself, didn’t realize that. I didn’t realize that a camera, mostly mine, has been hanging down from my neck from the past 3 days continuously, the reasons not being of much importance now. And I also didn’t realize that I absolutely LOVED taking photos. Of people. Of landscapes. Of the birds. Of the animals. Of the buildings. Of the traffic. To cut it short, of EVERYTHING.
I used to use a camera just like everyone, rather, most of the people. I used to take photos (most of the time, try to be in the photos) only for some events like birthdays, get-togethers, tours etc. I used to take photos because that’s what happens for every event. But, I didn’t find the actual reason everyone says or feels acceptable. To have a memory of all those so-called SPECIAL moments. Not that the reason is unacceptable. But I found that reason too much clichéd and hence, I didn’t like it. Nevertheless, I didn’t care to reason out my liking towards taking photos. And lately, I have started liking to be behind the camera and take photos than to be in front of it and be in the photos. I didn’t care to reason that out either.
Last night, when I was walking back home, I started reasoning this out. And I actually found quite a few reasons. I like to see people as ‘I’ want them to be, and not as they actually are. I see the world as beautiful and that may not be the truth always. I see it as innocent. I see it as pure. So pure that I actually get shocked so much when I find the truth, often, that it is actually not, it takes so much time for me to come out of that shock. I see people as equally pure. I see only happiness in everyone, even in myself. But the truth is not exactly that. Everyone is not happy with what they have or what they get. They want something more, or at least something else. Mostly, because they cannot accept what they have. And many a times, it becomes difficult for me to accept this, not that I don’t understand it. For the same reason, I stopped talking to people (Yes, I was a very talkative person). To be truer, I stopped talking to people so that I need not know them. And so that they don’t know me. And so that, I am not vulnerable to getting hurt.
I needed help from a third-party which shows me people as well as this world as beautiful as possible. And that’s precisely where this camera came to save me. It acts like a shielding screen between me and the world. It shows me people. It tells me who they are, but not what they are. It does not tell me who hurt me. And that does not make me feel, rather, realize that I am hurt. And that is sufficient for me to let me see them as beautiful as ‘I’ want them to be. It shows me the people the way ‘I’ want to see them. It shows me the world the way ‘I’ want to see it. It just shows me everyone and everything as beautiful, as pure and as sweet as ‘I’ dream of. It doesn’t judge me. It doesn’t discriminate me. Most importantly, it doesn’t test me. It doesn’t care whether I am strong or weak. It doesn’t care whether I am childish or mature. It doesn’t care whether I am a kid or a grown-up. It doesn’t care whether I am a dreamer or a practical person. It cares so much about me by not caring those things about me. It accepts me AS I AM, however I may be and whatever I become. It sees me as beautiful as it sees anyone else. It doesn’t shut me out. It doesn’t leave me unless I give it to someone else. And when it is in my hands, it becomes mine in every sense. And what else do I want to be in love with it?
P.S.:- I read somewhere that Pisceans tend to see the world with rosy eyes. I am a Piscean. That does not mean I defined myself according to what I read. More importantly, don’t you dare to define me in a particular way. I can be everything you want and everything you don’t want at the same time. And I mean it.
