priyanka londhe (baby)

i thought we are supposed to submit this assignment at smrtv@gmail.com. anyways i have uploaded now. i am 2 and a half years old in the first picture and in the second, i am 23. Not much has changed in my face, except the fact that i have lost all the innocence in it. My complexion, eyebrows, features are almost the same as they were.

priyanka londhe

ok, this is my self portrait. i mailed it on scmrtv@gmail.com but did not get any reply. then i got the gyaan that we were supposed to upload it.This one with my side close up is my portrait. For me, portraits are made when a person wants to PROJECT A CERTAIN IMAGE OF HIMSELF/HERSELF to the world. I have chosen this photo of mine to represent me in front of strangers.this is not only my best attempt at photography but also the way i look is completely different from the way I perceive myself.

Atmaja - Self Portrait .... Re-read and re-done

True Me

I choose this picture only because this is my reflection. This is one of the very few pictures in which my happy-go-lucky, spunky, funny characteristics are captured both through my SMILE & EYES. I am accustomed to smile whenever a photograph is being clicked just because I do not like pictures with grumpy faces. A picture is a memory for lifetime so why not capture the happy moments.

This picture was clicked by me when I was on my way for a holiday to Rajasthan. My excitement is evident because I was longing for a short ‘Break’. The light falling on my face adds a warm touch to this photo.

I recently realized that in most of my pictures I would have a smile on my face but my eyes would speak something different. I truly believe that my eyes express my genuine feeling. This is one amongst my favorite pics where my three most important elements i.e. eyes, mind and soul is genuinely feeling happy and content.

Atmaja

AIYA!!

Hey, no fair....you can't fire me. i'll SUE!! **snigger** anywho, since i couldn't come to class today (i hate cars and traffic and all other related issues) i found another way of putting up the pic tht i couldn't scan. and i finally located the docu tht i sent out!! WHOOPEEE FOR MEE!!

--KI(ron)

P.S. That's me now,...the Bandit Queen!! i never let anyone take pics with just me in them.

TIME MACHINE

The photograph I have chosen to do is one that was taken when I was four years old. It was the first time my mother had ever taken me to the Elephanta caves and, being a little monkey, I liked that I was allowed to climb trees, dig the ground, make a mess of my formerly pristine white T-shirt, and basically, just run around like a mad little thing. It was an all day outing, and I remember my mother getting fed-up chasing me around and plonk herself down on a big rock, which only served to make me even more “enthusiastic”. The photograph is of me screaming at the top of my lungs, for God-alone-knows what reason.
The difference, between the little girl in that photograph and the person I am now, is very drastic. I am no longer the adventurous tomboy. I can’t stand being outdoors for fear of developing even more freckles than I already have covering my face. I don’t have the kind of stamina to go through a whole day out in the sun or out roaming. I used to be very athletic till I was about 13. Now lard and sloth deter me from walking up even a small hill. I hate white; there is no colour I hate more because I have a tendency of dropping things on clean clothes, things that leave stains that refuse to come off. And I hate wearing dirty looking clothes, I hate being dirty; I wish my hands and face too often to count. I’m low on energy no matter what the time of day may be, or what my work schedule has been like. I read……a lot!!! I used to hate even looking at books when I was a kid, although my mum tried very hard to get me to read earlier than most. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to turn back the clock. It’s not that I’ve gotten really old but I definitely feel it.

Tara Daniella Mendanha-self portrait- a wayward thought

Thought. This photo took a lot of thought. I wanted to do justice to The person. I wanted to give her an identity. A face. It needed to be the perfect definition of Her.

I thought. And I thought some more. And I soon came to realize that I think a lot. If I’m not dreaming, I’m thinking. About why people don’t flush. About my prejudice towards Malayalees. About why ‘milk’ is such a nice word to say. About what god himself must be thinking. My thoughts are my being. My all. They are proof that I am alive, and still have a soul. Thought is the unadulterated truth. And the truth is that I am ME. Tara Daniella Mendanha. And in this truth, the picture is manifest.

In this picture, I see myself with a protruding eye ball, with hair that looks like storm clouds, a beauty spot peeking out from under my chin, and a furrowed brow; thinking. I also see a halo around my head. And it’s red. What I don’t see is tension. And anxiety. And fear. And loathing. Yes. I have been true to the self. Truth is beauty. And beauty, truth. From what I see, I am beautiful- Or so I think.

p.s. was shot by the Self.

and also, I'm from the hostel and managed to post this up only now as the internet connection wasn't working. the same goes for Aneesha.

I chose this picture as i believe it to be a decently accurate representation of me.
I was trying to take this picture with these cool glasses on , and people kept trying to pull them off. Please note: the hairy hand in the picture is not mine, but belongs to friend who was trying to
take the glasses of me!
I said it says alot about me , as I am a private person. In most adverse situations, I tend not to show my emotions to the world and very few people know my real emotions. I tend to generally just grin and bear it .
:)
Smitha

potraiture

This was hard.being in front of the camera,tryin to get the perfect mood that defined me was a hard task.i dunno what describes me more then a picture of me.it automatically reminds people of what i am!!my side profile does wonders to my broad face.even the slight blurr softens the harsh lines.solemn and thoughtful!!the darkness around signifies ignorance and irrelevant surrounding.while the light on the face depicts "light"!...comin into brightness.i feel it talks of the constant process to walk into light.looking away for me is a way of sayin,what interests me is unknown to you!.....i love pictures that intrigue.it is very simple but full of words for me

Self-potrait

This is Kiron with my **ahem** photograph.

I'm in my favourite colour and, incidentally, my favourite blouse. 2 days out of our 6, u'll see me in it!! also, i have my mp3 plugged in cos i never go anywhere without it; it keeps me calm...well, sorta. and i'm picking out a book from my own little library. i take great pleasure in reading books, reading about them, collecting them, and discussing them endlessly. i know,......mental right?!! This is mostly who i am to the casual observer i.e. anybody who doesn't know me any better. booky-black-gypsyish-obsessed with la muzica. ciao.

Atmaja Unny - Self Portrait

So Typical Me!!

This photograph is one the random pictures that I often click. I was in Ahmedabad and to pass my time I went to Law Garden which is a shopping hub for chaniya cholis, kurtas, block printed bed sheets and ethnic jewellery. I liked a pair of earrings, but the jeweler didn’t have a mirror. Before purchasing it I wanted to try them on, so I decided to click a picture from my phone camera wearing this earning. When I saw the photo I thoroughly liked the picture more than the earnings. The sole purpose of clicking this picture was to see if the earnings looked good on me and not keeping in mind the photo composition. The focus of the picture is more on my face rather than the earrings. But still there was something unique about this picture that made me buy that pair of earrings.

This picture surely speaks one thing about me that I am a complete accessory freak. I can pass hours together simply shopping. Sometimes when I look at this picture I can see a cobra head formation. Well that’s just a perception!!

I realized that my every photo expresses / says something about me for sure.

Ketaki Walawalkar- self portrait

hie!! im sure everyones had a good laugh looking at my weirdly different self portrait which was taken on the day of HOLI , earlier this year. I chose this picture to share with you guys because firstly i think its different, secondly i also think it is one of the many pictures which clearly shows some of my qualities like, extremely naughty, a life full of colours, happy go lucky to a large extent, and bold!!! So in short, this picture is the real me and i've realised that it is not very difficult for me to get a picture clicked!! hope to get some decent comments from all of you.

thanks...

Talreja Priyanka

Process:
okay, the process to choose this picture was a long one, i wanted a photo that totally describes me, and so i did not choose a picture where i was looking all cute, so let me explain, this pic was taken when we had gone for a trip with college to Hyderabad, this horse that you see is a plastic horse, and we were NOT allowed too climb on it, plus i am actually shitting in my pants cause the horse its self might just fall off, or security could kick me out, but still i go there and pose, and that is totally me, doing all the wrong things and putting my self through a mess, but it was fun.

learning:
i figured, not all pictures portray the real you!

Maithili's self-portrait. enough said.

Anuradha Thakurdesai:Self Portrait

Self photos are usually striken poses and the best look forward, just to experiment how lens-friendly your face turns to your own click. I clicked this one very recently, but under a different context.
Had a bitter tiff with my mother (my silliness), and just when was sitting all gloomy and trying to straighten my long face, this assignment came into my mind. How do you look, when you want to block your sadness away and wear a pleasant expression? Is it true, no matter how happy your smile looks, do your eyes still give away?
I have made a serious attempt(posing) to wear an absolutely perfect expression. But came to a conclusion that contradictorily, I did get the perfect pose that is required in a self-click;totally different for what I posed for. Sometimes the lens turns tricks and captures exactly what you wish to hide and not what you wish to show. Didn't wish to bring up the issue related to it, but this photo means a lot to me.Contrary to my photogenic, cheerful and perfectly posed photos; this photo introduced me to a very deep rooted, emotional side. I was unaware of an unconventional side of camera, which I generally believed showed what you envisioned.
Another observation made(non-technical), is that your face has the tendency to represent a whole gamut of emotions,that do not require posing or conscious efforts. In the end,no matter what,your eyes give away...

Monica James

This comparison of me "then" and "now" is an exercise in introspection that disturbed me greatly. I did not dwell much on the physical transition that took place over a span of 18 years(honestly the change is evident and and unavoidable unless one is Peter Pan). But the thing that struck me most while I sat and scrutinized these images was the self consciousness that I see in the more recent picture of me.
Like many young adults I pride myself on not caring about the way I'm perceived by others or in other words on not giving a fuck. And yet there is a certain anxiety well hidden under the slight smile. An anxiety, an uncomfortable consciousness of being watched and captured by the camera. In the picture my head is turned away from the camera, I wonder why? Was it because I wanted to feel the warm sun rays on my face or because I was looking at my friend who was sitting by the window or perhaps because I thought my nose wouldn't look as small if I placed my head at that angle.
Even while sitting there on the comfortable bean bag, with a mug of coffee in my hands, I was actually behind the lens. I was looking at myself through the lens, through a third eyeball as it were. Adjusting the way I was sitting , striking the right balance between a toothy grin and a stiff smile. Remarkably I did it in the span between "say cheese" and CLICK. It is not so much the anxiety about my physical form (though I do have my own insecurities and I'm sure that factors in at some level), it is a more complex discomfort associated with who is holding the camera and the when, where and why associated with that. (If my father took the same picture I would have looked drastically different.) It has something to do with constantly trying to assess what the person watching you wants to see and combining it with ones preoccupation with how one wants too be seen. What disturbs me most is the constant awareness of "having a body" which is under scrutiny in different ways all the time.
My younger self doesn't appear to have any such preoccupations. (Though there too I'm not looking at the camera.)

Trupti

This picture is circa 1988 when I celebrated my 2nd Birthday. In this picture my complete focus was the cake ( pretty normal for kid of two years I guess) but I was little too excited, in all the pictures before I actually cut the cake all my attention was at the cake. What a glutton I was !( I still am!! one)

Another thing that I have noticed about my childhood photographs is , my complete oblivion to the presence of a camera. My mother had a tough time to get me to look at the camera.This is completely contrasting to the person I am now because, I love posing in front of the camera and very conscious of my pictures I don't like being caught candid. My friends and family think I am a narcissist. I think in most cases people calm down as they grow up ,but in my case it was a complete reversal I became more restless as I grew up. I think another change would be that as a kid if I was not in a right mood it was pretty clear, but now even if sometimes I am upset or in bad mood I don't bring it to the exterior I always cover it up with my (pepsodent) smile.

Two things that I forgot to mention, one is, my habit of sticking my tongue out has stayed and the other, most important I hate pink now; in the picture the dress is all pinky I was at mom's mercy for colour choices then... (uggggh pink!!)

Mugdha Singh

This photograph was taken on my 1st birthday. Exactly 21 years, 11 months and 26 days ago. Im sorry about the perforations on the print, but that just goes on to show the innumerable times its been up on the soft board in my room. It is a favorite firstly because of the occasion it was taken on.I think it was since this very moment, my fascination with “my birthdays” began. I was, as is very evident from the glee on my face, absolutely smitten by the concept of a birthday and I still am! So that has not changed at all.

Secondly, I love this photograph because of the legendary tale it carries of my hair. I was born with such coarse and rough hair that it took seven “mundans” or shaving of the head, to get me to my present state of hair, which im afraid isn’t much better. But then again, this picture is sort of a documentation of what my hair was like then.

Also, thou shall not miss the bindi on my forehead. I was this huge dressing up fanatic. But isn’t everyone?! Loved to drape that dupatta around my tiny body like a sari, put that bindi and walk around as a grown up. Loved to be the guinea pig for older teenaged cousins, who had just discovered the art of make up. Loved to play with anything that was remotely feminine. In that sense, yes I have changed; don’t like wearing any make-up, except for a kajal and, a liner for very special occasions, that’s it.

Another thing that this photograph reminds me of is a comment made by a dear friend. She said I looked like that doll from Child’s Play (the movie) in this photo. It was the 1st time that I had seen this picture from that perspective and I must admit, I totally agree with her. You just can’t miss that evil streak in that expression. Maybe it’s the eyes, maybe it’s the smile. But this was one observation that I wanted to put here. I certainly wasn’t evil then, and I am not evil now, but this photo does stand out in that respect.

I don’t think much has changed, face wise. I am sure most people can make out that it is me in my kid avtaar.

Only that then, there was a little more innocence on the inside and of course, the carefree attitude to carry that mischievous look on the out.

kunjas babie pics

hmm..i chose to put up three pics since i changed so much over 21 yrs.new born,6yrs n 21 yrs..

first of all,i hav remained chubby,hair turned strainght n then back to curly,round face remained wit more of a jaw..and big curious eyes.

i love my baby pics.my mom wonders where her smilin baby dissappeared.the pics remind me of a more free and lively enthu kid tat i was....

technically,you can see tat the picture qUALITY tat was yellowish earlier became more brighter n then finally last one is digital...

apart from that,look carefully n see tat the lower part of the face,tat is jaw n li[ps havent changed much,even the nose....am liking this excersize.i dint really look tat close earlier.kunja

Koel Sen

At the age of 5-6 I don’t really remember how I really was, except for what my mother defined me as, “cranky and whiny”. In this pic, I look innocent, naïve and soft. Im looking at the camera quite perplexed, probably wondering what this instrument does.. Or it could just be a plain gaze at the camera. Standing with my mother’s support, she holding me with care so that I don’t fall shows my dependency and her fear. I really like this picture because I look very calm and peaceful in it.

Comparing this kid with me today, at the age of 21, a fully grown adult seems very amusing. Not only have I grown physically four times her size, but also changed overall considerably and that is pretty obvious. As a young woman living all by myself, away from the dependency of my mother as in this picture, today I look like a confident and strong person. Also the perplexity in my mind as a child has changed to being a considerably more decisive person. I have the same calm look even in this grown up picture, but actually you cant really say what sort of tensions about life, world etc.. i have in my mind and never had as a child. Well that is what growth does to you.

Susan Sanchis

This photograph of my childhood, is just one of my favourites!!! Its so totally me...The nutjob that I am!! When I was younger, like every other kid my age, I was vain, ignorant and indifferent.Nothing mattered to me except if it meant I wouldnt get to sleep in my parents bed at night, as I suffered from the fear of monsters especially the Onida T.V. monster!!!
My mum tried desperately to deal with this fear and get it out of my system,in vain.I would creep into her bed at night, blanket and cuddlywugg in tow!!! I was very introverted and reserved back then.I had to be forced to go out to play and much after that my mother couldn't get me to balance my play time and study time.I just would never come home on time.I was and still am very determined and passionate.I learnt to ride a cycle all by myself, with a record of over 50 times of fallingand bruising the same knee.It has left a permanent scar on my left knee.
I am passionate about something, when it has managed to catch and hold my fancy for long enough, moreover when I am deeply interested in the same.
I have always been the smarter of the two kids of my immediate family.My brother has his alterenative views, that nobody really considers but he validates as the other side of the story.
I am very intuitive and instinctive.I rely on my gut and my sixth sense to guide me through.Of all these years, I have been the most productive and hard working between the age of 10 to 12, academically but following that I have given into greater passions of extra curricular activities,creative outlets and other things too.
What has defiantely been a major factor in the process of changing from a chaapli girl to an "aurat" is the knowledge and experience that I have accumulated and acquired through the years. I am my own judge and decision maker.Unlike when I was a kid, my folks governed my actions, thought processes and words,too, to a great extent; now, I can think, speak and act of my own judgement and according to my own predicament.
I have been told many a times, that I am photogenic, but I believe it takes a pretty face to produce a pretty picture, along with a great personality!!!Hahahahahaa.....

Aneesha Henry-Photo Comparison

This picture revives all the beautiful memories of my childhood.I was 3 back then.As a kid,I hated to pose for snaps.My big brown eyes,parrot nose,and a dimpled smile,were my identity.People loved to cuddle and kiss me because,I had chubby cheeks.And I....badly hated it!My sister used to hate me as,I caught all the attention.

Things have not changed,a bit,for me.I can just see a difference in haircut.Although,I have changed in metamorphosis, but all say, I still carry the innocence on my face.Moreover,I haven't even changed in my attitude.I still don't like posing(my present snap will show you the forced and artificial features in it!dats one stupid reason of vignetting my potrait!)When I asked my friends to comment on it,they said,"Not a streak of change!Want to see you the same way,throughout!!!"