In which I confess I am an Instagram junkie

I suppose there’s no shame in admitting it. Now that I have over 200 uploads, and my time line looks like an Instagram news feed doing a bad job of hiding. If you follow me on twitter or Instagram, it’s obvious I am a die-hard junkie. You’ve probably noticed how only just about 10% of my time line is made up of original, tweet-worthy material. Another 10% features some interesting, some chuckle-worthy, some hard-hitting re-tweets. And the bulk of it — the 80% that remains is mostly my Instagram updates.

This is rich, for someone who started off on an Instagram-bashing spree, when it first came out because suddenly nobody seemed to want to take any normal pictures anymore. And by normal I mean minus the sepia-toned, semi-retro filters, the deliberate soft-focus and ugly (this, I still maintain) borders.

Overnight, everybody with an iPhone felt like a self-proclaimed hipster, artsy photographer, and our facebook and twitter news feeds were packed tight with arbit rustic-filtered square images of feet, shapes in the sky, food, cats and the like. Things only got worse when they sold out to facebook and Android devices, because seriously, there’s no stopping bad photographers from jumping on the bandwagon now.

It wasn’t a good 6 months after I had first downloaded the application, that I actually realised I liked what it did. For 6 months, the app sat on the second screen of my phone. Just there. Because its an iPhone and every iPhone must have instagram — or so I thought. Somewhere between then and now, with at least 3-4 uploads a day, I realise I’ve turned into a complete junkie. But here’s why: its simple, its funky, and it is really pretty. I have to admit, that everything I jeered at before, I now love. The filters add feel, the community gives me access to other foodies, blogger and friends pictures and the newsfeed gives me inspiration. And yes, my feed is only too full with pictures of the sky, sunsets, my feet, everything I eat and the like. Aren’t you glad I don’t have a cat?

It helps that I can do some quick processing, and make halfway decent pictures look relatively cool, for nothing else but to share with a bunch of others who seem to have the same preferences and interests as me. In shitty lighting, in times when I don’t have my SLR, and for when I just want to snap a pretty sight in all its simplicity, Instagram helps. Not convinced? If you’re still an Instagram-basher (actually even if you’re not) this howlarious video might have you in splits, much like it did, me.

So to make my otherwise photo-riddled life only that much more complicated, I’m doing the FatMumSlim PhotoADay Challenge. Because I am a junkie. Because I love Instagram. And well, just because. You can sift through my updates here, and see if you want to jump on and do it too!

Here’s some inspiration, in the form of some of my recent favourites from my feed!

5.30ish pm, sometime last week. My neighbour hood has fields of fresh veggies, marshland with wispy weeds and plush apartments -- all rolled in one
5.30ish pm, sometime last week. My neighbour hood has fields of fresh veggies, marshland with wispy weeds and plush apartments — all rolled in one
Past midnight on Friday last week, as we waiting for our omlette-pav, somewhere in Panjim
Past midnight on Friday last week, as we waiting for our omlette-pav, somewhere in Panjim
Puff the Magic Dragon skies
Puff the Magic Dragon skies
A bathroom open to sky, in a dream house somewhere in Bangalore
A bathroom open to sky, in a dream house somewhere in Bangalore
Early last Sunday morning: no better way to begin the week than a walk through the Panjim Market
Early last Sunday morning: no better way to begin the week than a walk through the Panjim Market
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