Capturing life’s memoirs

Realising there were no pictures of his mother,Vijay took up the camera with a passion that is required to treat a hobby as not just a hobby but a part of your life.

“I suddenly realised no one had ever clicked my mother. It set me thinking about what and how my children would know and remember their grandmother. That was the moment when the significance of pictures actually dawned on me,” says Bainsla. So for the last 13 years,Sundays are marked in red for photography. Every Sunday,like a ritual,he dusts off his camera and the wanderlust in him takes him to places where the possibility of a good picture may be remote but he might still be able to click gems. With no professional training,it is only his almost obsessive zeal to shoot that has kept this amateur photographer,who held a camera for the first time in Class V,going.

His favourite model? “My son,” pat comes the reply. Capturing the varied hues of childhood interests him the most. But is grief not the best muse for most photographers? “Unfortunately,it is. People tend to focus more on sorrow and ignore the beautiful nuances of life. My focus,however,is on different genres,favourite being nature,” he says. Unlike others,Bainsla has no desire of taking up photography as a profession. “It would stunt my creativity. When you are working as a professional,you do not give vent to your creative juices but cater to someone else. I am too glad to remain an amateur,” he smiles.