This is the first time when I’m writing a blog, without photos or videos. It’s not that I choose to write this. But I’ve been asked to write this post as a part of our assignment. who moderates a compulsory skill lab on “Writing in & for Urban” is making me and other 29 fellows write such blog posts.
I’m late by few hours already and I missed today’s class as well. We were suppose to submit this today before 11:59 am, technically. Rekha extended the timeline for people like me who don’t write much about anything. And I’m still struggling writing this blog post.
The original idea was to write about anything we have not written about. So happens to be, that I have not written about anything at all. My initial thoughts were that I will write about “Religion and Sexuality”. Then I thought, I’ll write about “Religion and Politics”. I see none of these happening here.
So I chose to write about this. This – the blog post without photos. I don’t realize when photos became an integral part of my life. People around me have accepted my camera as an extension of my body. They don’t bother if I click pictures in classroom during lecture or while eating food. Rather, I’ve been asked at times if everything is fine with me, on seeing me without camera.
I wonder, how is it affecting my identity as an individual. It’s difficult for me to recall those events which I haven’t photographed. I tend to forget people I’ve not photographed. Talking of my childhood, the only memories I have are those which I see in pictures, clicked by my father. He has documented my childhood extensively. So many memories yet so little that I remember.
I’m deprived of words, yet again. I really don’t know what else to write. Oh! I’m listening to Coke Studio, Season 9. Mohsin Abbas Haidar sang Uddi Ja in 4th episode which came out last week. In my opinion, this particular episode is one of the best produced episodes’ of Coke Studio 9 so far. All four songs are different from each other yet I feel connected to all of them while listening to them back to back. Somehow they compliment each other. I’ll write about it some other day, perhaps.
I kept looking at the word count while writing this post. Rekha has asked to write 400 words. I crossed 400 at the end of last sentence and I feel happy within that I’ve been able to write this much. I will probably take some time to edit it and then publish it.
You know it’s nice to write at times, I think. But I would love to have some photos as well.