Aman Bhargava - Mangalore @thedivtagguy

thedivtagguy

Aman Bhargava - Mangalore. Monochrome, visible & infrared spectrum photography | 17 years old.

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  • The black robins moved in with us last year. They built their house as we assembled our own, just behind the AC vent in my room's balcony. Honestly...
  • The black robins moved in with us last year. They built their house as we assembled our own, just behind the AC vent in my room's balcony. Honestly, it was the loveliest thing to have and a rather beautiful beginning into our new apartment. Over the next few months, two became six and before we knew it, we had tiny fledglings learning to fly from railings of the balcony. A few slipped and fell on the floor awkwardly, while others caught onto the whole business a little faster. Every evening we'd watch the family, from inside, fluttering back into the nest after whatever it is they did during the day and well, it was a nice way to end ours. . Then the monsoons came on. Two months ago the mother died of cold. We found her on the floor with an egg lying under her, broken. That day, I saw one of the birds staring at her, trying to make sense of what happened. It took a while for them to resettle, but they did. It wasn't to be for long either.  Last month, for no fathomable reason, two half-witted pigeons toppled the nest. I put it back once, hoping beyond hope that the Robin family would stay on. The pigeons came back the next day and razed it again, this time without the possibility of repair. The nest, which had remained what it was for over a year and had seen two generations of birds call it home was gone. . The Robins still flutter by our kitchen window and visit the balcony railing once in a while, but I haven't seen any twigs being brought in for another nest. I don't know how or where they spent the rest of the rains. . This story is not a metaphor for anything and I know it does not have a particularly thought-provoking conclusion; I just wanted to let anyone who'd read this know that those two pigeons are absolute jerks. . . . . . . . . . . #sdmfeatures  #streetphotography  #gspc #createexploretakeover  #killyourcity #urbanandstreet  #streetleaks  #inspirationcultmag #streetphotographers  #artofvisuals  #moodygrams #hypebeast  #way2ill  #exklusive_shot  #killeverygram #sdmtravels  #hsdailyfeature  #streetclassics #streets_vision  #wearethestreets  #depthobcessed #createcommune  #citygrammers  #beststreets #streetactivity  #streetshared  #streetmobs #citykillerz  #illgrammers
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  • //On people I leave behind//
"Can we take this along?"
"No, we can't."
Sigh. "How about this?", I asked, picking up a diary with old letters tucked...
  • //On people I leave behind// "Can we take this along?" "No, we can't." Sigh. "How about this?", I asked, picking up a diary with old letters tucked between its pages. "You know what you can and cannot take. No trifles. We're taking the essentials and that's it. We want to start over." I sit down in the middle of all the jumble. She always says that whenever its time for us to move out. Diaries, notes, old pictures, toys, clothes I've outgrown, books, paintings. I can't take any of it along. I don't need her to say it, I know it by heart now. Leave it behind, there's more to see. We've got to be moving on. We need to start over.  I rummage through the pile and pick up another cracked frame. Can we start over? Not really. It doesn't feel right to me. These things are me. All my moments, all my years, a thousand dark nights and a few thousand tears. She can try to make me leave them behind, but I'll still carry them. Somewhere, however hidden.  Because how will I know it's me without all of these little things that I've been?  How will I start over when I cannot remember where I last was?  I'm still staring at the frame. Its stained at the edges and the glass is dirty. She wrote something on the back of it but water has blurred the ink. I can't remember what it said and it feels like I have lost a part of me with it. I turn it over again. "What are you doing now? Come on, we need to get going." I'm burning it into my memory. It's not hard, I do quite the same with people. . . Temppeliaukio Church (Or the Rock Church) in Helsinki! The interior was built into solid rock and is covered by a center copper dome. The acoustics here must be amazing during concerts ugh. . . . . . #lensbible #moodyports #Aovportraits #Urbanrising #shotzdelight #Heatercentral #Creatorsregime #Justgoshoot #Way2ill #agameoftones #Dopeclickz #Expofilm3k #Moodygrams #moodytoning #heatedports #artofvisuals #Gramslayers #BroVisuals #Moodyeurasia #myhelsinki #VisualAmbassadors #Heatedtones #urban #Depthobsessed #Tap #church #helsinki #architecture
  • 206 19 3:42 PM Jun 11, 2018
  • /380 days on/
It rained last night.
Seemed like a thing to write a poem on.
It was raining as I wrote, and I remembered an old friend who could des...
  • /380 days on/ It rained last night. Seemed like a thing to write a poem on. It was raining as I wrote, and I remembered an old friend who could describe sunsets in 10 different ways, find 12 metaphors for sadness, write maybe 15 phrases to personify autumn and paint a gray sky 20 different ways with their words.  It was beautiful, but don't you think it's tiring? Maybe I don't want to talk in metaphors anymore. What if my rains aren't described as fading promises, my sunsets aren't a parting splendor of colors, I don't decipher what the birds sing of in the morning, or I don't want to compare my romances and sorrows to blooming and withering flowers? Why not? Here's what I see: It rains, the sun sets, birds sing, flowers bloom—life is.  Miserly? Maybe. But just as beautiful. I knew someone who was extraordinary with writing, but in their frantic pursuit for the perfect metaphor to describe moments, they would pass. In attempting to make everything a poem, they lost out on the lovely simplicity of what they were poeticizing. They wrote about living and barely acknowledged it. Nah, I don't want to speak in metaphors anymore.  It rained last night. The rest is detail, and I can do without it. . . . Chasing staircases in the Mysore Palace! Check my story for a before/after. . . . . . . . #bnwminimalismmag #bnwmood #cloudysky #bnwphotography #fineartphotography #longexpo #minimalmood #artisartcommunity #gallery_legit #bw_photography #bnw_planet #bnw_captures #fineartphoto #blackandwhiteonly. #lensbible #moodyports #Justgoshoot #moodytoning #heatedports #artofvisuals #Gramslayers #BroVisuals #Moodyeurasia #Moodyindia #VisualAmbassadors
  • 246 20 3:49 PM May 9, 2018