My Affair with Computers

When I was younger I used to spend a lot of hours playing video games. It was the best thing in the world then. It’s the one thing I look forward to most in the morning, and when I was in school bored listening to my teacher. It could be my addiction that has cost me my examination marks. You see, playing computer games was one thing that I thought I want to spend my whole life doing. The idea of being able to play an entirely different life, a hero, appeals to me so much more than my ordinary life. I even thought I will align my life achievements to creating an immersive and multiplayer educational game. Like “The Elder Scrolls Morrowind” but with real plants, real people speaking English, and morals to teach us about society. Of course that never happened. There was no way I could have built such a sophisticated software. Even by today’s standards with all the highly simplified Integrated Development Environments. “Aren’t computers meant to make our lives easier? Didn’t the guy on the Microsoft TV commercial say that?” I would think and it’s partly true.

Then came my teenage years, and the popularity of the Internet started growing. People started being frequently online. Google started becoming relevant and useful. I started searching the Internet for Range Rovers, Defenders, videos on cars off roading and Music Videos. I’d marvel at the ability of the artists to provide free songs on YouTube. Most didn’t have videos like we do today, it used to show only a picture of the album with the music. I grew up with the Internet, learning the culture of the world through it. (Well, maybe the culture defined by the Internet, like the Nerdfighters, Brotherhood 2.0). I started to realise the power one wields in being the Internet service provider. The Internet was unstoppable and everyone benefits in life and work from it. Those who are afraid of technology, has to live through it. I have an innate feeling that our generation will usher in a new age. Different in comparison to previous generations because we have the aid of the Internet.


Street Photographers’ Wet Dream

I’m impressed by Olympus’s new OMD EM5 and I can’t wait to get my hands on one. Just getting an experience of it is one I’m longing for. It’s weather sealed and has its body built on a single aluminium frame exactly like Apple’s Macbook. Weather reliability is an issue many photographers are facing and this has been experienced by me. Capturing moments when the weather turned harsh is one all should do, unfortunately only photographers with higher-end DSLR are able to because mid to low range cameras aren’t usually weather sealed…

I don’t recall any moment I thought my time in search for photos a waste of time. I always come home with plenty of splendid shots, even when I thought there would be none! Some of those can be felt as endearing, mathematical or blue -those were my pricey images. Like all photographers have in common, I think the new E-M5 is a great street photographer’s camera especially if you want to take a more considered and careful approach to street photography. This camera will not stunt any subjects or rather, not as much in seeking unwanted attention. I was bewildered when a friend told me high end cameras do taint a subject’s behaviours, it forces the subject to adopt a different behaviour or emotion that is usually unlike him or herself because they feel uncomfortable. A cause of low self-esteem. And this is unlike any photographer’s philosophy who are all in search for subjects with intense or strong sheer emotion portrayal that majority of the critiques, anyone as a matter of factly, are ever seeking.

Be impressed by the intricate details and little colour mismatched of the legendary EM5. In raw format, it’s ISO performance is comparable to those range of Canon 5D Mark II or even the new 2012 Nikon D4. Feeling skeptical? Check it out here, for yourself! –

“The novel is an event in consciousness. Our aim isn’t to copy actuality, but to modify and recreate our sense of it. The novelist is inviting the reader to watch a performance in his own brain.” – George Buchanan