Unique-ness

3 years back, I discovered a new talent (?), interest in me. Armed with my first brand new camera phone ( Moto U9) I figured I could click some amazing pictures.

Of course, every parent always thinks the greatest of what their child does and I was showered with positive comments from mom n dad. :) 

Encouraged by the compliments, once I joined college and was given a laptop ( wow this post is becoming more about the electronic devices I have been- very fortunately- endowed with) , I decided to make an album on Facebook on which I regular uploaded pictures of both college life and of photo-graphical skill. 

I don't remember when this hobby flared up in me, but eventually it did and I was known all over my college to be obsessed with photography.

What appealed to me more than the actual photography was the fact that I was the ONLY person who was doing so in the entire college! 

I knew of many friends from school who had also taken up an interest in the same, and I actually enjoyed appreciating and admiring their pictures and learning from them.

But still the fact that I was the sole person in college who took lovely pictures, gave me immense joy .

Lately, other people of my batch have started to take pics too. In addition to losing "The Photographer" Title, my photos also lost a lot of importance because my pics were taken from a smaller phone camera, while the 'emerging photographers' had got their 'point and shoot' digi cams from home.

Over the last few years I have had many ' self-realization' sessions and in one of them I discovered I hate being copied. I love the attention and the appreciation I get for being the only one. And this has nothing to do with photography. It goes for clothes, shoes, phones! ( I was the only one with a moto U9 in my college... alas it broke.. ) everything!

I dunno whether it is an inner desire to be and feel superior to the others or something else. But I noticed I have always been this way. I distinctly remember getting really mad at ma whenever she'd buy matching clothes for me and my lil sister. Cute though they were, I would go ballistic...  ( My sis recently put up some pics of us in matching clothes, Boy! do we look adorable dressed that way... thanks ma! and sorry was being so difficult! : ) )

Sometimes this competition to be the unique one seems right and good. Makes me search for new items and work and get better at them... but other times... it drives me crazy... gets me mad and makes me boil because others can do what I can.

(P.S. I notice this post has been a bit self oriented and negative... but right now, this is how I feel... )