Home; the Ocean / February 19, 2020 by Prashant Rana

Sitting in a new home, in a new city, with a new ambition, or I should say an extension of my life’s ambition, a poem dropped off my mind yesterday. It is amazing how story of life unfolds. And, what I find more amazing is that life is a story, which we can read and write at the same time. Paradoxical but true. So, today I thought to share this poem with you

Truth of the trustworthy photos / February 4, 2020 by Prashant Rana

But, is it so? Are photos really a trustworthy representation of reality? Is there a reality, or truth? After hanging up the phone, these questions clouded my mind. Of course photos are real; they represent everything in front of the camera. I don’t stage my photos, so I know that I have not interfered with reality in the scene. Or should I say that I have not interfered with reality in the scene consciously?

Unaware lab-rats / July 27, 2018 by Prashant Rana

Will they ever see what happened to that photograph? I stumble up on this question while compiling my work from Sundarban. People open their lives to photojournalists, perhaps unknowingly, but they do. A person walks in to their living space with a camera, and collect images. Now those persons in the images, are no longer individual persons, they are subjects.