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Inside Hauz Khas Fort, New Delhi

Source: Wikipedia

Hauz Khas Complex (Hindi: हौज़ ख़ास, Punjabi: ਹੌਜ਼ ਖ਼ਾਸ, Urdu: حوض خاص‎) in Hauz Khas, South Delhi houses a water tank, an Islamic seminary, a mosque, a tomb and pavilions built around an urbanized village with medieval history traced to the 13th century of Delhi Sultanate reign. It was part of Siri, the second medieval city of India of the Delhi Sultanate of Allauddin Khilji Dynasty (1296–1316). The etymology of the name Hauz Khas in Farsi is derived from the words ‘Hauz’: “water tank” (or lake) and ‘Khas’:“royal”- the “Royal tank”. The large water tank or reservoir was first built by Khilji {the plaque displayed (pictured in the gallery) at the site records this fact} to supply water to the inhabitants of Siri.The tank was de–silted during the reign of Firuz Shah Tughlaq (1351–88). Several buildings (Mosque and madrasa) and tombs were built overlooking the water tank or lake. Firuz Shah’s tomb pivots the L–shaped building complex which overlooks the tank.

In the 1980s, Hauz Khas Village, studded with domed tombs of Muslim royalty from the 14th to 16th centuries, was developed as an upper class residential cum commercial area in the metropolis of South Delhi, India. It is now a relatively expensive tourist cum commercial area with numerous art galleries, upscale boutiques and restaurant. Swans and ducks are among the attractions at Hauz Khas Lake – which is part of the attraction to visitors.





A day with Ferrari 458 Italia

Being a photographer, and a specialist in automotive photography at that has its perks. Like days when you get to spend the better part of the day with supercars. And when it comes to these uber-sexy machines, what better than the beautiful prancing horse – Ferrari!

Got to spend a day with the beautiful Ferrari 458 Italia, courtesy a corporate client and enjoyed it to the core. Sharing a few pictures clicked with the Samsung Galaxy Note 2. The proper shoot pictures will follow suit, hopefully soon. 🙂


Ferrari 458 Italia by Bobby Roy


Ferrari 458 Italia by Bobby Roy


Ferrari 458 Italia by Bobby Roy

God’s Existence – the Belief

Wouldn’t you, for once, love for someone to simply show you the evidence for God’s existence? No arm-twisting. No statements of, “You just have to believe.”

But first consider this. When it comes to the possibility of God’s existence, they say there are people who have seen sufficient evidence, but they have suppressed the truth about God. On the other hand, for those who want to know God if he is there, he says, “You will seek me and find me; when you seek me with all your heart, I will be found by you.” Before you look at the facts surrounding God’s existence, ask yourself, If God does exist, would I want to know him?

If you are wondering why am I talking in such a philosophical manner today, it is only because earlier this evening I accompanied a friend of mine to ISCKON Temple, a really big and perhaps one of its kind temple dedicated to Lord Krishna. And as I entered the premises, I was overwhelmed to see the number of people who were there, everywhere – in long que, on the lawns just relaxing after paying their respects, priests all over and devotees seeking the blessings of lord Krishna.

It was just heart-warming and overwhelming for me to see the amount of devotion that these people have. It is very humid and the weather hasn’t been kind since the past few weeks, but that does not deter people from gathering in huge number everyday to pray.

For someone who doesn’t quite believe in God, I was awe-struck, and couldn’t believe the sheer number of devotees inside the temple premises in one single time, with a long que waiting for their chance to get inside the temple and pay their respects to lord Krishna.

As I snapped a few photographs with my mobile phone, I just kept wondering all this time – does He really exist? Is he really listening to the millions of people who come here to pray each year, and if He really is blessing each one of us. I would never know…

Sharing a few pictures here, of the ISCKON Temple, New Delhi.


ISCKON Temple, New Delhi


ISCKON temple, New Delhi


ISCKON temple, New Delhi


ISCKON temple, New Delhi

Photography – Addiction or Obsession

My name is Bobby Roy and I am a photographer by profession. I do it for a living, day in and day out, on my off days, during holidays, and almost everything else; basically I do it all the time. I do it so much that sometimes I start wondering whether I do take any day off; whether I shoot professionally for a client or I am working on a personal projects, the camera rarely leaves my hands. Should it be added to the list of things to seriously consider as an addiction? Or is it simply just the pure unadulterated happiness that I derive from this art-form? I wonder…

You see, it is so easy to get overwhelmed when you are running such a business and dealing with personal life, some family obligations, etc. at the same time. If you want, you’d always have some or the other excuse to not do a particular job or pursue a particular hobby that you generally love; and the reasons which you give to yourself or to others will almost always seem legitimate to you. However, ever since I got myself into photography, I always made it a point to make photography my top-most priority in life, and eventually I automatically, some-how seemed to find time for it on a daily basis. I not only love shooting, I also enjoy writing about photography, my projects, and everything in between. It is a part of the entire package and I absolutely adore what I do for a living. Yes, there are days when you’re down or do not seem to draw inspiration or motivation, no matter what you do but that’s a part and parcel of any artistic endeavor that you take on.

Although, I specialize in automotive, weddings and travel photography, I feel nothing is the limit when it comes to pursuing projects on a personal level – one can shoot anything from still life, lifestyle, street to macro and colors & abstracts when it comes to personal projects. The world around us is a beautiful place and as much as possible, I would want to frame it all within my lens. I feel the camera is like an extension of my eye, of what I see. Otherwise, how can one explain the fact that I cannot go one day without holding the camera in my hand and creating pictures, even if that be 1 picture a day.

If you think it is a good thing, it isn’t, really. You see, apart from me, nobody else in my family really takes to photography like I do. The rest of my family has little or no interest in photography. Ofcourse, they try & support me in what I do but they don’t necessarily share the amount of passion (or shall I call it obsession!) that I have, and quite understandably so. I have seen them looking at me with a blank face when I get excited about a particular frame infront of me, or I would see the brilliant light outside and get super-excited, and run out with the camera. If you’re wondering whether I leave my camera ever, then, well…not really. I mean I do take my camera with me almost everywhere I go, but there are occasions I do not really take it out, just so to enjoy the moment.

You see, photography as a hobby can get quite lonely or even shooting professionally can get lonely at times, and I, as a person enjoy that solitude. But there is a greater love & satisfaction to be had with sharing that knowledge with people around you; people who love photography as much as you do. People who share (almost) the same amount of passion that you have for this art-form. Perhaps, people who are as addicted to photography as you are.

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I See You in the Moon Tonight

As I was walking home after a late night movie, I slowly looked up at the sky, at the moon tonight & I saw you. I could see you hiding behind the clouds; the clouds which slowly moved across the bright moon to reveal the gorgeous beauty. As the clouds moved in & out, they tried to fade you but just could not, for your glow was far too bright than what any cloud could ever fade. I kept looking at you for almost an hour and in those 60 minutes, I spoke to you and I just quietly kept gazing at you. It was hard for me to go inside the house; I literally wanted to take you inside with me. No matter how many times I see you in the sky, you appear to be even more beautiful than what I had seen of you the last time. I stared at you without battling an eyelid just to be amazed by the glow of you that shines all around me. God, I find you just so beautiful that any words I use just fall flat on their faces. I just wish and wait for the time when I’d be able to hold you close to me again, and kiss you passionately under a beautiful moonlit sky. There is nothing in my eyes more perfect than you, my love, just like that beautiful, dazzling, white ball of light that we see shining bright in the sky. I just want you to know that you shall forever be in my heart, for only you are the one who would wash away all the past scars by your sheer brightness, love & adoration. Till my last breath, I shall adore you, love you and would be amazed by what you are…


Remembering Mom…

Today, I feel really sad. I don’t really know any other way how to start this blog entry than to just put it bluntly – I miss my mom. It has been 2 years that she passed away but I just cannot stop mourning. Nobody wants their parents to outlive their children, I am sure. The thought of any parent having to bury or burn their child is just so awful & bleak. Yet that doesn’t make it any more esy to lose your mom. My mom passed away two years back in a sudden heart-stroke. Yes, I know it has been 2 long years without her, but the feeling of bereavement is so intense that it’s virtually unbearable.

Watching mom die in my own arms was one of the most horrible experiences I have ever been throigh, though I am grateful for all the times I got to spend with her in the past 30 years. I haven’t been able to write so clearly about my emotions for her in my blog till now. Understandably, I am quite sad, which can also be a big motivation killer. That being said, having my work to concentrate on has been, shall I say, a welcome distraction.

Mom and I were close; although I have a elder brother but mom really and seriously loved me to the core. Because my dad travelled and worked when I was young, I spent most of my time growing up with her. We also shared similar personality traits, I believe including a little bit of sensitivity as well. I completely believe a lot of me is because of my mom. She was the most loving person I have ever known. She is perhaps the best example of “unconditional love” I have ever seen. There were times when she did struggle to make and keep friends but she never really complained about others and had always time for her family. There was this another amazing quality in her; she never pushed me to do things I really did not want to do. As a small kid, I was kind of shy, and a shy kid doesn’t really want to do many things outside by himself. However, there are times I wish she would have pushed me a little harder to do things; maybe I would’ve been a different person altogether, I don’t know.

The day she passed away, I was out working and came home a little late. As I entered the house, she calmly looked at me and asked me to have dinner. I had no idea what was to come. The night did seem to pass by pretty quick and as I was preparing to just work a bit on my laptop, my father called out my name and said there was something wrong with mother. I rushed out of my room, and could see her gasping for air, and she couldn’t really speak. I held her in my arms, while my brother called an ambulance. I took a glass of water and she had one sip before she completely collapsed in my arms. I wasn’t sure at all how to identify death, or I couldn’t believe that she was gone. So, I picked up her hand. It was lifeless, I looked at her face and she looked absolutely lifeless. At that very moment, it stuck me; mom was gone. Forever.

I am, to this day, still coming to terms with what happened. Mom was like that safety blanket growing up as all moms are. Ofcourse, as I grew older, I became more independent and in many ways I started to look after mom like she used to look after me. But, I can sense a change in my after she passed away. I know I am a changed man. She calmed me, when I used to get restless, she loved me without any condition whatsoever and she genuinely thought good about me no matter what the situation was. Since the day she passed away, I am having a hard time even beginning a new phase of life as mom ended her time on this planet. All she ever wanted was for me to be happy, and as I type these lines, my eyes are moist and these tears roll down my cheek. God, I miss her.

I am glad of the fact that she did not have to suffer and was gone in an instant. But, then again, on an personal level, I am sad that she would never be able to see my wife, or her grand-children as all she wanted was for me to get married to a nice girl. This, for me is one of the hardest things to come to term with, that I was not really able to make her happy. Or proud.

Seeing a loved one die infront of your eyes is the most surreal experiences I could ever have. I want to talk to my mom on days, and there are nights I just cannot sleep at all. I want to talk to her and tell her everything about my life that has happened ever since she left me because I would talk to her for anything in life.

You know, to wake up knowing that someone who was always there for you is not there anymore is about as devastating as life gets, besides facing your very own mortality. I cannot keep this a secret anymore, that I have thought about death a lot many times since she left me. I thought about death even last night; but I know she would probably like me to be happy. And I would like to believe she is watching me from above.

Everybody around me believes that I am a bad human being, for I hurt people and say things that I do not always mean. I think my mom’s death has changed me drastically, the entire experience has changed me. All I would like to say at this moment is that one should live life like it was the last day of their life and you may not have as many days as you thought, but that’s not what I really feel. I feel that death is perhaps more closer to me than I have ever felt before. I do not mean to count days, and all that but what I mean is that it is so real. It’s more present now, more solid than ever before.

Till death takes me into her arms, I would try and distract myself with things that I love – photography, a lot of travelling, writing and just be in love with the one woman that I have always loved, no matter she failed to understand and feels that I am the worst person in this entire world.

Camera Porn

I know, the title seems a little too cheap for anybody’s liking perhaps but this is what it is. There are a certain things in life which you are really passionate about. Travelling, photography & writing happen to be those 3 things for me.

It is like a drug, which once you get addicted to, there’s just no getting back to your old self. You can leave it and move on in life but you’d never be the same person you once where. I have, over a period of almost a decade worked my way up the ladder one stair at a time. I have been ecstated, devasted, depressed, happy (very happy at times) and even had suicidal tendencies on occassions.

But what I did not do was give up! Because, I knew photography is where my heart lay and if I gave up after coming so far, it’d not only be a loss for me but would mean I had given up on life itself. Yes, it hasn’t been an easy journey at all but that is precisely where the fun and challenge lies. I can proudly say, photography does give me a high. Everytime I go out to shoot, irrespective of whether it is a client assignment or a personal project that I am working for, I feel that excitement within, my heart starts to beat fast, I start to think differently and I guess I act differently too. After all, if there’s one thing which I am really crazy passionate about, it HAS to be this. There is no other thing that I can think of, really.

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What a winter Expedition I had!

What an amazing winter expedition I had, with two of my close buddies – snow capped mountains all around, and temperatures dipping to -10 degrees celsius. THIS is precisely what we had come here for. Read the entire story and see the pictures HERE.

Deriving Motivation || The Art of Photography



Photography, they say is an art. It takes a lot of hard work and an eye for detail to create some dramatic pictures; pictures which would not only be stunning to look at but pictures which would tell a story, so to speak. But, all this creative thinking does take a toll on the mind, and your mental state to some extent, if I may put it that way. You see, photography as a hobby and as a business are two different things altogether. When one pursues it as a hobby, all one need to do is just go out without really any particular agenda (although it always helps to have a aim in mind before just randomly getting trigger-happy) and create pictures; pictures which make YOU happy and perhaps keeps your creative juices flowing. However, when it comes to the business end of photography, that is where things start to get a little dicey & to a certain extent dirty.

The general consensus is that a photographer just creates pictures and earns money out of it (preferably big bucks), whereas the truth couldn’t be further apart. The actual photo-shoot which I talk about is just a mere 25% of it while the rest 75% of the work includes a lot of running around, client meets, hours and hours worth phone-calls, some more meetings, some haggling around with the clients for “best prices” (and what not!), and if they appreciate your work or if you get ‘lucky’, you might end up getting the assignment. Apart from all this, we, the bunch of professional photographers also need to constantly be on our toes when it comes to inspiration and deriving motivation. I derive my motivation from nature, by taking long walks with the camera, or perhaps with just my cell-phone, using the phone’s camera as best as I can. I just soak it all in, rather than sitting infront of a PC and going through other photographers’ work tirelessly. Yes, that is something which I do, from time to time, but I don’t make it a point to soak it all in to an extent that I start to go crazy about it. You see, what happens when you keep on looking at other people’s work so obsessively is that it somehow slows you down to an extent that it might even start to affect your own work in a negative manner. It might even depress you! I know, because I have dedicated a few years of my life doing just that; going through people’s work from all over the world and trying to gauge how exactly did the said photographer photographed it, forgetting that nothing can be a better teacher than going out and actually creating pictures.

Inspiration is a good thing, I am not denying the fact. But, inspiration when becoms an obsession, all it will end up giving you is a mild heart-attack, perhaps even panic attacks. What I would suggest you do, if you need inspiration, has got nothing to do with photography, actually. You go out, take a walk, go watch a movie, listen to music, take a long stroll through a park, meet your friends, talk to them about anything BUT photography, go on a date. Do whatever you might feel will relax your mind, will calm you down. Because, once you are relaxed, ideas start to flow. Atleast, that’s what I do whenever I feel a little pressurized by the “business of photography”, if I may. You’ll notice a drastic and positive change in your photography when you learn how to relax that mind of yours. I speak from personal experience; just wanted to share this here so that anyone who feels lost and doesn’t quite know how to improve their work can understand fairly clearly, how exactly to do that. Improving one’s work, be it any creative genre has actually got nothing to do with that exact art-form. Rather, inspiration must be derived from something else; anything which you might think can inspire you.

I have given up thinking about how much money I have been earning or what my family thinks about my profession, or what everyone thinks of me. Instead, I just create pictures because I love doing so. And by love, I really mean I LOVE it! That passion, that love for photography is something which I cannot even begin to describe in words. So, if you want to get into photography professionally, for only fame & money, trust me, you’d get nowhere. You need to first understand that photography in itself is something which you do for your own satisfaction rather than filling your pockets with dough or to satisfy people who, perhaps, do not even care about photography at all.  As for me, I feel really good that I am in a profession which, perhaps, many of us dream of but only a handful of us have the guts to go ahead and actually do what we’ve wanted to do all our lives. For, regret is something which I do NOT want to have. 🙂

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Around town…

I love to spend whatever free time I get photographing in and around town. And working for myself gives me ample time to relax and photograph whatever I like. For a change, it is so nice NOT to work according to stringent norms and all. Here are just a few random pictures I have been shooting recently ( in the last 7 odd days). Just thought perhaps I should share these with all you lovely people. 🙂

Have a great festive season, everyone. God bless. 🙂

Motibagh Gurudwara, New Delhi during the dusk. Photo: Bobby Roy

Motibagh, New Delhi Picture: Bobby Roy || Bobby Roy Photography

Strings of Love. Photo: Bobby Roy

Strings of Love. Photo: Bobby Roy || Bobby Roy Photography

Freedom - Connaught Place, New Delhi. Photo: Bobby Roy

Freedom… Photo: Bobby Roy || Bobby Roy Photography

Qutub Minar, New Delhi. Photo: Bobby Roy

Qutub Minar, New Delhi Photo: Bobby Roy || Bobby Roy PhotographyPh




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