THE SEPTEMBER ISSUE
22nd September, 2013
My positivity wavered when the first greeting of the day from my professor already had me mimicking Clint Eastwood. I found myself on the receiving end of, “Micah, I know how important this day is to you… to hand in your research report,” in a very public hallway. Not to be outdone, there’s the NSA who rang for the very educational but final warning against the consequences of the further torrent-ing of pirated movies. Of course, it’s de rigeur to receive my share of Skype greetings, and friends messaging to announce the cancellation of our evening bash did not disappoint. And who could possibly overlook the handwritten note from the Debt Collector, who was quite vehement on his proposal on how I should splurge my birthday money.
These Hallmark moments ensured my fair share of melancholy, which would have lasted till midnight had not my parents yanked me out with material consolation. I caved when they pulled a timely one up on my request for new camera lenses, by promising to upgrade the body as well.
It was love at first click, a realisation that my lifelong ambition to be a low-life, scumbag paparazzo was now at peril with my developing allergic reaction to the mainstream. Hence, armed with the trusty Canon, I decided to adopt to a new, self-coined title: ‘Bellarazzi’, Voyeur of the Unique, Purveyor of the Pretty. The ensuing Bellarazzi gallery is an occasional glance at the travel-worn road and the pearls of wisdom I was rewarded along the way, an amalgamation of intrepid photography and intuitive philosophy with every snap of the shutter.