Colbert Core | The hidden art of the family photo album

If ‘parenting’, a sing-and-song style adopted by fathers, was recently proclaimed as a universal feature of all human societies, based on an analysis of 1,615 audio recordings in 18 languages ​​from 410 fathers, family portraits share the same status – they were the bearers of history. Human emotionality and the way we view ourselves and others across borders and speech.

“Family Album” is the most cherished granth from every family. Stock photos of all sizes, colors and events, it’s like “Bhanumati ka Pitara‘, in which the magician continues to bring out an endless series of rabbits, each representing a memory. I have a clear remembrance of my father, a glimmer of pride in his eyes, I archive the family photos in a beautiful pearl album with red roses lovingly engraved on it. On thick black paper, taken Each image has its exact location duly guarded by four golden arcs in the shape of a triangle.These golden guards carefully kept the black and white images in place and bracketed them within the chronology.Each black sheet was followed by a white translucent sheet so that the images would not stick together.But this Exactly what they did in our minds.Framed memories often clash with each other.

As adults, we couldn’t help noticing a timeline of events, but at the same time there were family politics of intimacy and affection that unabashedly popped up on us. There was a pattern in which age, gender, and hierarchy all played a role. The eldest (sister) and the first son received the maximum attention and cherished the common place, leaving the middle sons in the middle, or rather in the corner. Even the second son remained in the shadows!

The intoxicating cocktail for 3Fs – family, food and festival – is a shade incomplete without the visual treatment of ‘Fotoo’. Which often turned into a rollercoaster of nostalgia, as the colorful family members of Barley Poppins appeared from memory, full of smiles, laughter, pain, anger, regret, affection etc. If an image is a source of happiness for one member, it may lead to a painful recall of another member. The blame game may begin. Sometimes, starting with a simple comment or a harmless nudge, it snowballs into a volatile situation in which situations are taken in different rooms and corners of the house as family history floods the hallways in the form of arguments, emotions, and tears. Thank God, this pilgrimage to the family album always takes place after a grandiose feast, otherwise the festivities may turn out to be a fiasco.

Unlike the camera always available in today’s age of selfies, every photo required preparation in the early days, plus imagination and props that eventually became a story stored in the memory card of family members. Why was no family member present? Why were we wearing those traditional dresses? Why does one laugh and the other look gloomy? In fact, my dad was a director of photography stories. He would carefully choose the background and things to keep in the foreground such as flowers, a globe, or a giant flying eagle. We’d suppress our laughs, poke each other, change our expressions, and here’s a perfect family photo that’s over. Due to the limited number of frames in each reel, every effort was made to capture the perfect “happy moment”, the Kodak moment, so to speak. Waiting for the final print and first appearance of the photos was invaluable. It was a far cry from the day when we had digital cameras with instant view, unlimited clicks and endless filters – it all became so monotonous! There is no craving. Rare moments are now everyday affairs.

“Watching” family photos in those days was a personal “show and tell” session where each photo reflected a part of our souls. In one photo, my daughter, who was then only a three-year-old child, was helping her father make dumplings for the traditional Mughlai lamb dish,”My sisterIt became even harder to pronounce the word My sister In our house today without remembering my late mother-in-law. my daughter is daddy And the My sister All combined into one frame.

What if there are no “framed memories” or family photos? What if you lose them in a fire or riot? To make matters worse, do you have to prove your “existence” to deserve the sacred status of a citizen? Loss of identity can just make you a stranded refugee on the cusp of life. Perhaps this is the reason why 90-year-old Rena Varma returned to Pakistan on July 20 to reconnect with her family’s memories.

But why would anyone display pictures of their family and in a market? Granted, the currency there are only approval ratings. No, I’m not talking about the perfect pictures of families today on social media. When I went to the Kochi Jewish market, I was perplexed to see antique sepia pictures of families in the shops there. Also in Kochi, I missed my pre-wedding photo shoot for a movie. It was an unfamiliar area to me and I was surprised at the amount of time, money and attention spent on Potential Family’s location and clothing. Everything was screaming commodification of relationships and personal memories.

last question! How many of you actually took a copy of the photos? no one? Well, maybe, just one, to display the picture on the day of the death rite. Thus, Nina Kulkarni, a middle-aged character in the Marathi movie, Prime photosShe sets out on a journey to find the one perfect photo that is meant to be used after her death. There is no doubt that we live in the dark digital age, scientists have commented.

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