Photos

I log into Facebook. “Girls night out + XYZ’s birthday ” – 61 new photos. Night lights, dressed up girls, some club photos, XYZ is blowing into a cake, and a few photos later, his face is smeared with so much cake he resembles the cookie monster. OK, next item on news feed: “Europe!” – 197 new photos. Do I bother looking through? Hell no.  More photos, more photos, more photos. I lose interest. 

Since when did photos become so unappealing? I realize how few photos I have been in, and further, how few I have clicked in the last few years. 

I remember being fifteen and going on a three day school trip as part of my tenth class, my first time ever away from home with anyone other than my family. This was 2002, and my parents gave me the camera with a new roll in it. I could take up to 36 photos, they said. I have to say, I used the 36 very judiciously. To this day, in a corner shelf in my sweet warm home in Mumbai, sits that album. Same story with my school farewell, and all other memorable occasions from my childhood and teenage. When I visited home earlier this year, I entertained a couple of school friends at home. The first thing we did was pull out those albums and talk about each one of those photos, each one a story of its own.

A photograph. What a beautiful invention. A moment so beautiful, we attempt to capture it in time, for it is worth looking at over and over again, in delicious melancholy and nostalgia, or even simple pure joy. I hate how digital photos and phone cameras have reduced this beautiful idea to a near joke. I realize now, the day I stopped caring for photos was the day I got a phone with a camera. I simply wait for friends to take photos, knowing well that I can take it from them anytime. And the emotional value of a photo is not really a relevant concept anymore, mainly because of the excessive supply of almost everyone’s photos on social networking sites. 

I wish there were fewer photos, and more meaningful ones in this world. I wish the idea of a photo would not be how ‘facebook worthy’ it is.

The Meeting

A curious business problem has presented itself over the last few days. It has been assigned to me, and I am meeting with a very nice,very senior, and very smart man who needs the problem to be solved. He is excited at the prospect of getting help. We are in a meeting, in a nice plush conference room for two, from 11 AM until noon, and the clock shows the time to be 11:07AM.

We have discussed both trivialities and particulars, and seven minutes into the meeting, it looks like we are done. There is nothing much for me to do from my side for the next four weeks, so I am not very… attentive. I make the mistake of asking him if he is happy with what we discussed.

He says he is happy. He launches into a monologue on how this information will be helpful, and what more we can do by combining efforts. Monologues are inevitable at work, but one as long as this is hard to sit through, when you are not being attentive.

He is talking. Excited, hands waving, some dialogues between customers and buyers that he is enacting. I am bored. Almost involuntarily, my mind switches off. And starts running off on tangents.

I notice his glasses say “Omega”. Is Omega a glasses company? I always thought it was watches. Can a watches company make glasses? Or vice versa? Why is this important? Can I open facebook on my computer? No, there is a glass wall behind me and he will spot the reflection. I become conscious of my brain running at high speed, while the task at hand - listening to him - is being completely ignored.

It is remarkable how berserk the brain goes, when it is brought face to face (brain to brain?) with its own truant behavior, especially when one track attentiveness is expected of it. Thoughts of random spirals, volcanoes erupting, the earth from outer space and the remarkable guitar riffs of John Frusciante enter my head. I need to stop. How does one stop thinking but?

More specifics on customer experience improvement. Meanwhile, within, I am plagued by the turmoils of existential questions. How can light be particle and wave at the same time? How can the space time continuum as we know it be breached inside of a black hole? Speaking of time, 11:19 AM now, I sneak a glance at the bottom right corner of my screen. Hm. What if time moves at different speeds for different people? What if what I perceive to be a second, is actually much more, or much less, for you?

“What do you think Bharath? I mean, I just threw it out there, but what do you think?”

Oh shit. But wait, I have an exit strategy. I delay my response, with a thoughtful “Umm…”, I furrow my brow and tilt my head, tough choice as it is (whatever it is), and utter,

“I think the more thought we put into it, the clearer it will become.”

“Very true Bharath, very true. Hey this is great - lets catch up again in a few weeks, we are so excited!”

Meeting over. I cannot help but grin to myself as I walk out the door, and back to my desk. I realize there is another meeting at noon, and there is much to prepare.