Through its Lens: A Journalist's Eulogy for His Shattered Camera

11 February 2016
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A camera is a journalist’s best friend. If journalism is the first draft of history, photographs are the footnotes on which the written word stands.

It was with these ideas that I brought my first Digital SLR (single-lens reflex) camera with money given to me by my father: a Canon EOS 60D with an 18-55mm lens included. The 600D seemed inadequate for my professional needs, the 70D was expensive, and the 6D, significantly more so.

I was a journalist surrounded by photographers and photographs, but I had never owned a camera. So, in 2014, when my camera, ordered online, found its way to The Caravan office in the Delhi Press building, I could not contain my excitement. I stared at the Snapdeal box that lay unopened on my desk for about a minute—gasping and dreaming of the possibilities that lay ahead.

I gained new confidence to face the world, and capture it. For the first few days, the time I spent inside the office depended on the amount of light available outdoors, and the events happening in the city of Delhi.

On 4 November 2014, I took a day off from work and traveled to Trilokpuri in east Delhi, to shoot people observing Muharram.

Rahul M  is an independent journalist and a 2017 People's Archive of Rural India fellow based in Anantapur, Andhra Pradesh.

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