Meethil Momaya is an international award winning wildlife photographer.

Born, brought-up and educated in Mumbai (India) he has a strong background in sciences, a degree in mass media and journalism, a diploma in cinematography, and has more than a decades experience in still photography.

 



  Born in the summer of 1980, I wailed. It wasn’t the heat wave. It was the camera. I did not want to be photographed. And so I wouldn’t smile. A few years went by. And I discovered I didn’t eat cheese. Not because I didn’t like the taste. I had never tasted it. For, if I ate cheese, I reasoned, I would eventually have to say 'cheese' and then someone might photograph me. A few more years went by and the tables turned. No, not the dinner table and not the maths tables, the other table – the table of time. I got a camera. And no one would smile. I knew what they felt like. But the grey feeling didn’t last too long.

I soon found more cooperative subjects: the grasshoppers, crickets, butterflies, moths, lizards and squirrels living in my grandfather’s farm. My new subjects didn’t need coaxing, didn’t need to be told to stay still (although, some of them were unable to), gave me ample time to compose my pictures and most of all, allowed me to take as many pictures as I wanted – without fuss. It was difficult not to love them. I soon became their official photographer.

Again, a few more years went by. As the camera grew bigger, I grew taller. I could no longer see the squirrels in the eye, well at least not without lying on my tummy. I never thought of myself as a cat; so I wonder why curiosity killed me. But it did kill me. I was having a ball with my squirrels, but became curious to explore the world’s definition of wildlife*. I went out in search of her. When I finally found her it was too late. Wildlife struck first. She hunted me down and imprisoned me in her cage. I was helpless. Lucky for me the cage is made of tall trees, carpeted with green grass and filled with fresh air from the mountains, a stark contrast to the sad, smelly sorts found in urban zoos.

I have been travelling ever since. As Wildlife’s personal slave I have to accompany her where ever she wishes to go. So I happily pack my bags and move along. Oh yes, the camera goes with me, one of the privileges Wildlife has allowed me.

*For those who do not know: Wildlife is the naughty daughter of Mother Nature.

 

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JungleBook.in

Meethil.net

 

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