Unaddressed (Feelings of Teens on dilapidated walls)
when I move around in my solitude with my camera in the outskirts of my Small city Valsad (Gujarat, India). My inner eyes happen to come across certain traces of inner bruises of teens reflecting the inner echoing of their unfulfilled desires or dreams they long for. The teens are passing through a profound transitional phase. Traces of their agonies, sorrows, unhappiness, boredom, resentment, anger, worries, stress, anxiety, love, lust
and many more such mental upheaval have started coming out from their undue behavior and through various ways of their expression in their language, relationship and their extravagant ways of their thoughts.
When I pass through the abandoned places and houses I hear an echo of all this.
On walls I read their incompletely written expressions in the forms of graffiti and scribbles.
These teens seem lost in some unknown shore of destruction. I read their addiction of all sorts on walls; I smell smoke of their inner fires and I feel a deep void of meaningfulness of their life. This dark side of our forthcoming generation,
I have tried to click with a deep sense of disappointment. I have an understanding of childhood and teenage to be of cheerfulness, playfulness, and blissfulness. Joy, happiness, and merrymaking were the addiction of the teens in my days…….
and many more such mental upheaval have started coming out from their undue behavior and through various ways of their expression in their language, relationship and their extravagant ways of their thoughts.
When I pass through the abandoned places and houses I hear an echo of all this.
On walls I read their incompletely written expressions in the forms of graffiti and scribbles.
These teens seem lost in some unknown shore of destruction. I read their addiction of all sorts on walls; I smell smoke of their inner fires and I feel a deep void of meaningfulness of their life. This dark side of our forthcoming generation,
I have tried to click with a deep sense of disappointment. I have an understanding of childhood and teenage to be of cheerfulness, playfulness, and blissfulness. Joy, happiness, and merrymaking were the addiction of the teens in my days…….
Where is that weightlessness and stresslessness?
Where is that joy and jubilation? Where is that burning passion and vision?
My camera captures only questions without any answers…….!
My camera captures only questions without any answers…….!
