Sajeesh Rajendran

Lucky enough to be there….

Framed in: The Royal Branch—a mere branch, but because it happens to be in the garden of a grand palace, it suddenly becomes “royal.” Such absurdity! Yet, this mirrors a deeper truth that has echoed throughout history: privilege passed down not by merit but by birth. From ancient times to today, we see the same pattern. A king’s son becomes the next king, regardless of his ability, simply because of his lineage. The same logic persists in the modern world—a politician’s child becomes a politician, an actor’s child becomes an actor. What was meant to be a democracy often becomes a mockery of fairness.

For those born into a struggling middle-class family, the journey toward success can feel like climbing a mountain. Achieving dreams requires relentless effort, and even then, there’s no guarantee. On the other hand, those born into wealth and influence are handed choices on a platter. They don’t need to chase dreams; dreams line up before them, waiting to be picked.

The question remains: which ideology or system can truly bridge this gap? Until we find a way to dismantle this deep-rooted inequality, true equality will remain an unattainable dream.

 

Framed Out:  This picture holds a special place in my heart. It’s probably the first time I captured something with an artistic flair! I took this shot during a family trip across Karnataka with all my relatives when I was in the ninth grade. It was at the Mysore Palace, and I used my dad’s Yashica FX3 with an FX7 lens (back then, it was still his camera!). The unconventional angle gives the frame a unique balance, with the branch creeping in from the right edge bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

I vividly remember my father scolding me for tilting the camera, insisting that I stick to the traditional straight-on shot. But even now, I stand by that decision—the Dutch angle and the way that branch subtly enters the frame add a touch of magic and intrigue. Looking back, it’s this very frame that sparked my love for exploring different perspectives in photography.

Grey Frames: The worst form of inequality is to try to make unequal things equal.” Aristotle

Beyond Frames: For my dad.. Who else… who guided me with his eyes to this wonderful world of photography! Thank you Acha!

When the Tree Loves the Sky…!

Framed in: Love stories unfold across the world, reminding us that life is still filled with warmth and beauty. The sharing of hearts, the embrace of a hug, and the tender dampness of a kiss all reaffirm that living on this earth isn’t as mundane as it sometimes seems. When a tree falls in love with the sky, the impossible becomes possible.

The steadfast, grounded tree stretches its branches wide, yearning toward the cool blue sky, where dreamy clouds float effortlessly. They are worlds apart, seemingly incompatible. Society doesn’t see them as a perfect match, and naturally, doubts arise about whether they could ever truly be together. But no force on earth can keep them apart, except perhaps their own fears or doubts. For two hearts in love, boundaries dissolve, and nothing else matters but the connection they share. That’s the essence of the old saying, “Love is blind.”

But what happens when there’s discord between those two hearts? A kiss—a warm, tender kiss full of affection—can heal any rift. It’s the simplest yet most profound way to bridge the gap and rekindle the spark of love. Let the tree kiss the sky, erasing all differences and coming together despite the odds. Kissing away the blues might just restore the magic of affection that brings them closer.

This should inspire everyone to reconnect with their loved ones, reviving the lost charm of romance that often fades in the monotony of daily life. Let’s make this world a paradise, for only love has the power to turn any hell into a heaven!

 

Framed out: This photograph is part of my series titled Nostalgic Mornings. For me, mornings are the most magical time of any day. There’s something deeply comforting in watching the darkness gradually give way to light, with the gentle sound of birds chirping in the background. Sipping a hot cup of tea, reading the newspaper, and sitting on the balcony while enjoying the cool morning breeze—mornings are truly romantic, a time I wouldn’t trade for anything. The coziness they offer is something to be savored to the fullest.

For a photographer, mornings are brimming with opportunities. The soft, golden rays of the sun, gently slanting across the landscape, bring out a unique beauty in everything they touch. I’m always drawn to pack my gear and set off on early-morning adventures, chasing those perfect moments. This shot was born from one such expedition.

The silhouette of a tree against a clear blue sky, with wisps of clouds delicately scattered around, was an irresistible scene for my lens. Captured with my Yashica FX3, the diagonal tilt of the tree brings a sense of movement and energy to the frame. It’s one of my personal favorites—a picture that’s as romantic as it is visually striking. The blend of simplicity and elegance in this shot makes it a timeless piece in my collection.

 

Grey Frames: “Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can’t see anything wrong with each other.” Rene Yasenek


Beyond Frames: This dedication is special. This is for some one who made me dream the same dream many a times in a day! For the angel who made me believe a tree can love the sky and kisses are the magical remedy for any drifts between two hearts! Its for you.. on this special day.. to make it more special… kisses and love…

Rain Drops.. Kissing My Heart..

Framed in: The word ‘Rain’ evokes a joy that’s hard to compare. There’s something magical about how every rain carries with it a bundle of emotions, commitments, and memories. That first drop gives us the illusion that it’s here to stay, as if the rain will be eternal. But, as with all things, it eventually fades, leaving behind traces of both joy and melancholy.

After the rain stops, the world undergoes a subtle transformation. Birds dance on treetops that still cling to lingering droplets; walls display intricate, accidental designs left behind by dampness; paths wait eagerly with puddles, inviting children to jump and splash; and the earth releases a fresh, inviting fragrance. Yet, what stands out the most are those delicate droplets clinging to leaves, barbed wires, and blades of grass—like tears that refuse to let go of the rain. They don’t realize that every rain must eventually end, leaving behind only traces of what once was.

But in this moment, I find myself in the midst of a drizzle—not of rain, but of love and warmth that’s gently soaking my soul. I can’t help but wish that this drizzle, this tender rain that kisses my heart, could stay forever.

Framed out:  This shot was taken during the final days of my stay in Munnar. It was a lazy Sunday with nothing planned, so my colleague Arun K. Nair and I decided to visit Rajamalai, a world-renowned wildlife sanctuary famous for the Nilgiri Thar. Visitors are usually allowed only up to a certain point, but since the KDHP (Kannan Devan Hill Plantation) has an estate beyond that, and the assistant manager there was a friend, we got special access to explore further. It was like stepping into heaven. The landscapes were mesmerizing, and to make it even more perfect, we had the company of rain! My camera couldn’t stay idle—I ended up shooting almost two rolls of film.

One of my favorite shots from that day was this image of a dripping barbed wire. It took quite a bit of effort to frame it just right. Arun would always tease me for getting caught up in such details, calling it one of my eccentricities, but he was always there to support my creative quirks, no matter how odd they seemed. Thanks for being my partner in crime, comrade!

This picture was captured with my Yashica FX3, and it remains a cherished memory of that magical day in Munnar.

Grey Frames: Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain. An Argentinean Proverb.

The smell of innocence…

 

Framed in:

Babies are a gift from God, reflecting the pure divinity of nature. I remember once, in ninth grade, a teacher asked us why we associate such divine qualities with babies. We were stumped, unable to pinpoint a reason, though we all agreed that babies are simply adorable, full of warmth, and irresistible to hug and kiss. Then, our teacher shared an insight: the divinity we see in babies comes from their innocence and helplessness, which make them truly special.

As we grow older, we gradually lose that innocence while learning to navigate the complexities of life. What is maturity, after all? It’s the shedding of our pure, true selves as we learn to conform to societal expectations and perform for others. I’ve often thought that a person is only fully themselves in those private moments, like when they’re alone in the bathroom, hidden from the eyes of the world.

Our entire education system seems designed to cultivate maturity, teaching us to suppress innocence and become more calculating. The more educated you are, the more cunning you become. But today, I invite you to rediscover what’s been lost. Presenting ‘Expressions of Innocence’—a journey back to reclaim that pure, untainted essence we once had. Let’s step back and let innocence prevail once again.

Framed out: On an assignment for a magazine feature about the tribes of the Nilgiris in Tamil Nadu, I had the opportunity to visit their dwellings and experience their way of life up close. As someone who’s always been passionate about feature photography, especially capturing raw human expressions, I find immense satisfaction in freezing a moment of genuine emotion. It’s like preserving a slice of life in its most authentic form, something I’m grateful to be appreciated for.

During my visit, the innocent charm of a sweet little child caught my attention. I was eager to capture her expression, but as I approached for a portrait, she became frightened. Seeking comfort, she quickly nestled into her grandmother’s hip and started crying. What could have been a simple portrait turned into something more profound—a candid moment that revealed a deeper connection between generations. I captured the scene with my trusty Yashica FX3, equipped with an FX7 lens and loaded with Fuji 200 film.

To this day, I still cherish the innocence in her eyes that shines through in this image.

Grey Frames: “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” Pablo Picasso

Sparkling Romantic Red….

Framed in: In love, nothing quite compares to the magic of a red rose. No substitute can replicate the deep symbolism of red roses and kisses. The lingering dampness of sweet kisses and the dry remnants of red roses given by her are etched in my fading memories. Romance is an extraordinary feeling that touches everyone, a basic necessity that enhances the beauty of life.

When you gaze into her eyes, the world seems to stop—the earth’s rotation, the passing of day and night, the ticking of time, and the changing seasons all fade away. Love turns everything upside down, making the world appear more vibrant and beautiful.

Though I am no longer in love, the sight of passion flowers still stirs a longing for those romantic days. I reminisce about walking in the rain with her, being kissed under the cover of night, embraced in the shade of trees, and the scent of her skin reminiscent of baby cream. I recall writing love letters and arguing over trivial matters. In love, the impact of a red rose is unparalleled; nothing else can match its significance and allure.

 

Framed Out: Those college days were filled with romance and fun. It was an auspicious day during my second year of undergrad, following an event—perhaps the inauguration of the literary club, where I had been elected as General Secretary. After the function, as I descended from the auditorium, I was just joking around when a junior approached me with a bouquet of red roses. (I swear, there was nothing else to it!) She simply wanted to congratulate me on the occasion.

Her hands, holding the roses, looked so charming that I had an idea. With my Nikon FM10 loaded with Kodak 200 film, I asked her to hold the bouquet against the white walls of the classroom. The result was a picture that, with a touch of digital manipulation, transformed into a beautiful frame—almost like a postcard. Though the image may seem cliché, it still captures the essence of a romantic moment shared with someone special.

Grey Frames: If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I’d be picking roses for a lifetime.Swedish Proverb

Toddling Back in to life with colours….

Framed in: The day she was born, it seemed as if the colors had faded from the world. Hopes and joys never graced her with their light, and darkness loomed on the horizon, with no glimmers of hope in sight. Yet, she chose to fight. Against all odds, she was determined to paint her life with the brightest colors.The darkness that surrounded her was gradually pushed back by the hues of hope and dreams drawn from the world around her. With the few colors she knew, she began to step back into life, one small step at a time. It’s a powerful lesson for all of us—a reminder that we often fail to appreciate the abundance of colors in our lives because they’re so readily available. She teaches us to see and cherish the beauty around us, even when it seems scarce.


Framed out:
This picture holds a special place in my heart. It was taken at KEREMEHAS (Kendra for the Rehabilitation of Multiple Handicapped Adult Sisters) in Coimbatore, a facility managed by the Church of South India, Coimbatore Diocese. I was assigned to create a photo essay for them, and it was an experience that left a lasting impact on me. The residents of KEREMEHAS were adult sisters with mental disabilities, and the challenges they faced were quite different from those of special children. Yet, their determination to overcome their circumstances was nothing short of inspiring.This particular sister stood out to me. She was an exceptional artist, creating beautiful greeting cards with her own hands. Surrounded by colors and with her paintbrushes laid out in the foreground, the scene made for a captivating frame. I captured the moment with my Nikon FM10, and it’s a picture that will forever stay with me. It speaks volumes about resilience, creativity, and the strength of the human spirit in the face of adversity.


GreyFrames: “Keep your face to the sunshine and you will never see the shadow.” Helen Keller

Walks of Life…


Framed in: The picture exudes a serene tranquility. It reminds me that everyone is on a journey toward a final destination—a mysterious yet inevitable one. Life is short, and it’s meant to be enjoyed, but we often lose sight of this simple truth. In our rush to live, we forget to truly live. We find ourselves just rotating the hands of clocks, watching time slip away.

Seeing people crammed in trains and buses, rushing to work early in the morning and returning home late at night, fills me with a sense of sadness. When will we actually take the time to live? I find myself longing to escape to serene landscapes where time slows down, where the morning sun’s rays are cherished, and the magenta hues of twilight bring contentment. A place where we can admire the stars and the moon without hurry.

I sometimes entertain the idea of settling in a quiet village in Kerala, opening a small tea shop, and immersing myself in cinema—reading about it, watching at least two films a day, and even screening them for the villagers. How peaceful that would be! Every time I see this picture, I feel an unparalleled sense of peace and relaxation.

Life should be lived like this—unhurried, free from the constraints of time and the burdens that weigh us down. Not just in the final moments of life, but every day. We need to learn how to live life to its fullest, with deep satisfaction. The pace should be slow—a word that this fast-paced world seems to have forgotten, but one that holds the key to truly enjoying life.

Framed out: Though the picture appears serene and peaceful, the story behind it was anything but! I took this shot at Calangute Beach in Goa using my Nikon FM10 camera, loaded with Fuji 200 film and a Sigma 75-200 lens. The beach was filled with foreign tourists, and I was wandering around, capturing photos with my long lens. However, the man in the picture became suspicious, likely due to the beachgoers I was photographing. I swear my intentions were pure, but he clearly misunderstood!

He came charging toward me, furious, and I could barely make out the words, though I distinctly heard the letter “F” being repeated. He demanded that I hand over the film roll immediately. It was quite an experience! For a moment, I thought I was about to get thrashed by this angry, heavyset British guy.

Fortunately, some other foreigners who had gathered around urged him to calm down and suggested I leave the area at once. Grateful for their intervention, I made a quick escape. It was an intense moment, but looking back, it’s one of those unforgettable, adrenaline-pumping experiences!

Grey Frames: “To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice” Kahlil Gibran

Mysterious…


Framed in:  We find ourselves trapped in a maze—one controlled by time. The more we try to escape, the more entangled we become in its web. We savor the good times, curse the bad, and in this fast-paced world driven by the internet and endless communication, we race against time only to realize that victory is impossible. Imagine a life without the constraints of time! Life’s pace would slow, and a deep calm would settle in.

I dream of such a life, free from the tyranny of clocks and schedules. I long to break every clock and watch around me, to break away from the relentless march of time. Let’s return to an era when there were no clocks or watches, when life moved at the tranquil pace of a snail—calm, meditative, and soulful.

Why not try, just for a day, to step away from time’s grasp? Let’s rediscover the essence of life, bringing back the soul that time has swept away.

Framed out:  Oh, how could I forget that day! This picture was taken at Kallar, near Mettupalayam, during our first outing as a degree batch. It was a perfect start—I can still remember it vividly. We had a drawing workshop with Arjun sir, a talented artist. On the last day, we ventured out to capture the scenic beauty. While others drew, I painted with my camera. It was my first real expedition as a photographer, and the effort it took to expose this frame was immense.

I remember lying on a fallen tree, trying to capture its texture perfectly. To complete the shot, I borrowed a watch from Vivin—who we fondly call “Maapi”—and immortalized the moment using a 1960 model Zenith camera. A huge thanks to Anilettan, my mentor, for lending me his camera and making this experience possible!

Grey Frames: “Who forces time is pushed back by time; who yields to time finds time on his side.

~The Talmud

Dark & Curved… To Blurred Destination!

 

Framed in:  Destiny is shaped by how we face life. For those who seek safety in following others, sticking to well-trodden paths, a monotonous and uninspiring destination often awaits. But for those who dare to take the road less traveled, they discover new paths and leave behind trails for others to follow. These are the leaders, the ones who forge ahead.

The journey to destiny might be winding, dark, and filled with obstacles, with only a faint glimmer of hope in the distance. It may be long and challenging, but it is the energy of optimism and the power of dreams that carry us forward. May the paths you choose lead you to enchanting landscapes and fulfilling destinations.

Framed Out:  This snap is one I will never forget. After an exhausting bike ride of over 400 kilometers in a single day, I was heading back to the estate, needing to report for work by 6:45 AM. It was already 6:30, and I still had a half-hour ride ahead of me. But how could I pass up such a stunning scene? I decided to stop my Enfield, fondly called “Mayavi,” and capture the moment.

With my Yashica FX3 in hand, I immortalized the “Road to Destiny.” The exposure was just right, and the photo beautifully captures the cool serenity and completeness of dawn.

Grey Frames: The end is decided when you decide the path. Fidel Castro

Following… without making a noise…

Framed in:  Shadows reveal much about our true selves. They reflect who we really are, unaltered and authentic, an image that cannot be manipulated. When we stray from our path, our shadow serves as a reminder of our true nature, gently guiding us back. It delves into our inner soul, finding its way to our heart. As Buddha said, it is the constant companion, silently following us wherever we go, until the end of our days. It is, in essence, our better half.

A shadow also symbolizes a promise—a confirmation that a great light surrounds us, dispelling the darkness. It is a quiet, ever-present force, leading a silent revolution within us.

Framed Out:  A gloomy day can be transformed with the snap of a fantastic picture. It was a dull afternoon, one of those uneventful holidays that seem to drift by. As I wandered around my mom’s house, camera in hand, I found nothing that caught my eye—until the idea of photographing my own shadow struck me. Driven by curiosity, I used my Yashica FX3 to capture the image, and as I did, a dried leaf entered the frame, adding a touch of elegance. This simple element strengthened the composition, making it visually captivating. The mysterious quality of the photo gave it an intriguing allure, turning an otherwise ordinary moment into something special.

Grey Frames: Shadow owes its birth to light.   John Gay