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Sunday, July 10, 2022
(Pakistani Wedding) Ready, Set... Sit Together - Day 1 - IMRAN™
Friday, December 21, 2018
Ocean Of Tears, Memories Of Beloved Parents - Miami, Florida Sunset - IMRAN™
10 Years Tribute Post: "Nearly 30 days after the loss of my father, and a few days shy of the anniversary of my mother's untimely death at age 51, the waters of Biscayne Bay and Atlantic Ocean, with a blood red sunset, cried an ocean of hot tears in my soul."
© 2009-2018 IMRAN™
Monday, May 29, 2017
Cancer, Life, Death, Cure, All Matters Of Timing & Society's Priorities - IMRAN™
I have had family members die due to cancer in Pakistan. In the USA a girlfriend of mine died of cancer aged 30 nearly 25 years ago.
Ironically, it was exactly the kind of cancer the young lady in the story below was able to be saved from. "Experimental Cancer Therapy That Targets Genes Gives Patients Hope," reports Washington Post.
A lot in life, disease, cure or death is a matter of genes and pure fate & luck. A random exposure to something can bring about the start of a deadly condition. An equally random or accidental event in a lab can find a miracle cure for deadly disease.
It made me think of how many people lost too young could be saved if money was invested in medical science and research instead of on the creation of death machines by governments and on even more frivolous things by individuals.
How great would it be if sleazy politicians did not yank away health insurance and medical benefits from the poor to give tax breaks to the already super-rich. I would love to pay lower taxes, but not if I know it came from leaving the poor and suffering to die for lack of money and insurance.
How wonderful would it be if the sickeningly rich people buying stupid and ugly paintings for $110 Million instead spent that money on hospitals and cancer research centers. I would be quite happy to see that even if they put their names on top of the buildings in gold letters with neon lights (though my sense of aesthetics would possibly require hospitalization).
Any doctors and healthcare professionals reading this, what do you think of this therapy? And others,including those who have lost someone to cancer, what do you think about my point above?
© 2017 IMRAN™
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Last Birthday With Abu - IMRAN™
Last Birthday With Abu - IMRAN™
As a kid I left home in Punjab, Pakistan, to live with my grandmother in Karachi, for a better education. My mother and siblings would visit during the holidays. Dad would sometimes come with them. His work with the irrigation department meant many holiday periods coincided with floods in areas he was responsible for irrigation and safety of rivers, canals, dams, etc. But it also became a family ritual that he would surprise us by taking a flight and coming to see us in Karachi.
Keeping the tradition alive later in Lahore, I would sometimes do the same. But it became even more exciting to be able to surprise my family by showing up in Lahore unannounced while giving the impression I was in New York unable to visit.
Based on Columbia Business School schedules and later pace of life in NY, my attempt was always to go to Pakistan for my birthday, May 23, even though it is brutally hot in summer.
I tried to twice annually. Over time, as my Surprise visits became more predictable, I mixed it up by going for my parents’ birthdays, December 25 & August 22.
After Mom's unexpected death too young on 2/2/1992 I started going on that day too. Since flights from New York to Lahore were on certain days a week, my family expected me to 'surprise' them on those days. I would counter that by traveling from other cities, like Washington, DC, to take a longer flight from there on different day. (Remind me another day to tell you the most surreal travel story of my life that happened in one such trip).
In 2008 I was working in Miami, unaware that a very tough time was coming up. One of my loves T and I worked at an organization in Miami, where management was trying to do something definitely unethical and self-serving use of state funds meant for children on welfare. I was working as a CIO but on a consultant, not full time employee, basis. I was asked to come on full time. Certain that if I did that and did what I was being asked to sign off on, one day I would be left holding the bag for their shenanigans. So, we parted ways in April 2008.
Abu had been paralyzed by a stroke in 2002 but was otherwise in good health and spirits. I had seen him a few months prior, in a typical short surprise trip. This time I decided to spend more time with him, and managed to surprise them all with my arrival in May.
It was typical hot weather. Because of incompetence and corruption of EVERY ruler in Pakistan, from Sharif to Bhutto to treasonous Army generals, power failures are a daily routine, sometimes for 12-18 hours in some areas!
Even inside the house, it gets hot quickly. You can see the sweat on my face as I had someone take a candid photo with Dad as he was reading a medicine's packaging.
I am so glad I spent two months with him then. I came back to NY in July but then went back to surprise him on his birthday in August. I stayed another two months, not too worried about going back to work in NY, as I had plenty of money saved up and stocks. Little did I know that within months it would all be gone.
Every time I used to bid adieu to my father I always soaked it all in; time and feelings, sights and sounds, love and lifelong bond. One never knows when it is the last time you meet a loved one.
I came back to New York around October. I was going to do a third surprise trip within one year after a long time, for my late Mom's birth date, but Christmas rush meant there were no seats.
As God would will it, Abu passed away unexpectedly, not from the stroke but from the effects of aspirating some food accidentally. Within weeks of that all I had built up over 20 years living and working in America was lost in the economic meltdown of 2009, starting one of the most difficult times of my life, from which in some ways I am still recovering.
But, there is not one thing I would change about the four months of 2008 that I was able to spend with Abu.
Happy Father's Day, Abu, every day, in heaven,
Imran
© 2008-2016 IMRAN™
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Make You Very Cross/Word Game. National Scrabble Day. - IMRAN™
Sunday, April 10, 2016
(Inter)National Sibling Day. - IMRAN™
(Inter)National Sibling Day. Family is everything. Even though none of my family members are here in the United States...
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Wednesday, March 30, 2016
"Just Say No" To The Drug Of Easy Lazy Parenting & Messed Up Future Lives Of Children - IMRAN™
Posted on FaceBook on Monday, March 28, 2016
I love and respect incredible single parents who go all out to provide for their kids.
I have known and loved several single moms who were in my life at one time or another, who were more amazing as struggling single parents than a rich two-parent family could be.
But I also sometimes see people, including single parents, thinking that not granting every wish to a kid is some sort of crime or failure.
That is not true. Enough kids who had everything in life end up with messed up lives, and many who had little in childhood later rise to greatness. It is good, loving AND tough parenting, not saying Yes to everything, that sets children's future.
For my 27 years living in America and even in my own relatives in Pakistan, I saw kids basically controlling parents. Here in America I see parents trying to be kids' best friends.
My siblings and I are thankful that we had parents who provided us our every need but did not grant every wish. They went above and beyond, even though we heard No plenty of times.
But, in the long run, they made the most important wish come true and were our best friends. They set us up for lives that, despite the usual ups and downs, could not have been more blessed.
I saw this Share on my beloved beautiful friend Sara's wall and had to share and comment.
What do you think? Let me know here and on the post on FaceBook.
https://www.facebook.com/MyIMRAN/posts/1325132294170425
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Bard & Bard. Memories Of Quarter Century Ago - IMRAN™
Bard & Bard, In Memory Of A Friend. Exactly 25 Years Ago! Upstate New York photo (printed and scanned in 1990) was taken...
Posted by Imran Anwar on Thursday, July 16, 2015
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Happy Mother's Day, Half Century Ago, Today And Forever - IMRAN™
My Late Mother And I, Happy Mother's Day, A Half Century Ago, Captured By My Late Father. —
Beloved Ami Jan, as you look down from your place in heaven, on this and every Mother’s Day, please know that every day that has passed since you left too soon 22 years ago has been a day devoted to loving, missing and remembering you.
One day the number of years that you have been gone will exceed the number of days I was blessed with your love, your presence, your prayers in every aspect of my life.
But I promise you my love for you will continue to flow even more deeply in my soul and the tears that roll down my cheeks as I write these lines that have never let up, never dried, will mark the passing of all the days I have yearned for you to somehow be back, even if it meant exchanging the remaining days of my life for you to have a chance to live again.
Happy Mother’s Day, Ami, will be when God wills for me to walk up to you in the afterlife, and say, I am your son, and I hope I lived a life that was worthy of having been your son. I love you, forever and beyond, Ami.
Imran
Mother’s Day 2014
Apollo Beach
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Every NoteBook Has An Ending. Make Yours Special. - IMRAN™
I am a very adventurous modern-day old fashioned romantic, in case some of my 50 shades of color writings don’t tell you that already.
But, maybe it was watching all those Pakistan romance movie my parents loved going to see, or just being a sappy fool at heart, despite being Happily Single™ (yes, I even sold T-shirts online with that logo) I also believe in sail-mates and soul-mates, and in living happily ever after.
My parents only got 32 years together before my Mom died at 50. Dad outlived her by nearly 17 years but never remarried.
So, even as guy who loves action flicks, I shed a few tears when I watched The Notebook. If you thought The Notebook was a great movie, then you have to read this true story:
Married 62 years, Charlie & Helen Bridges died 3 days apart this month
What do you think of true love, of devotion, of mad dedication, and, of a The End to the movie of our life, like this one?
http://j.mp/1bwDFw9
Friday, June 07, 2013
Fat Chance Of Not Taking It On My Double Chin For Calling Obesity & Political Correctness What They Are
Around April 2011, during a flight on a Southwest Airlines plane, I took a tongue in cheek photo of a, shall we say, "heavy" passenger barely fitting in the space between their seat and the one ahead of them. That had been around the time when another Southwest Airlines Boeing jet had developed cracks in the ceiling! So, I quipped:
Travel Light? Surprised A SouthWest Boeing's Ceiling Cracked Before The Seat & Floor Of This Flight I Was On http://twitpic.com/4h9dst
Having almost always been an, ahemmm, cuddly (read chubby) fellow all my life, and not desiring to hurt someone's feelings, I snapped the picture in flight with the sunlight making the person unidentifiable. The photo also showed up on FaceBook in my mobile album.
Somehow, two years later, this week, that old post got activity based on a Like or comment. Then suddenly it got some very interesting comments. Some thought the picture was funny, several took me to task for making fun of a "victim" and being mean. (Note, I did not make fun of anyone, but of the ironic situation related to a news event I mention above).
Instead of a long essay, I wrote my initial set of top 10 points in response. I would love to have your thoughts on these….
1. How funny to be criticized for what people see me as making fun of a fat person, when in fact almost every 5th comment I post about myself makes fun of my own belly and double/multiple chins.
2. What an era of political correctness. If someone did want to make fun of fat people (or skinny people), the PC crowd comes out sanctimoniously passing judgement on those they accuse of… drum roll… passing judgement! Even if I had made fun of someone, what has happened to us? We are now overdosing on confusing nutrition information, nanny state little dictator mayors telling us what size soda we can buy, and general political correctness!
3. I did not make fun of this lady, but, even if I or someone did, most of humor in the world can be taken as being mean to someone or hurtful to some group. Do people post complains about meanness when they read a lawyer joke? I figured I would check. And, not to my surprise, almost each of my critics I looked at, those complaining about my post being mean, actually have jokes posted on their walls about homosexuals, Quakers, Jehovah's Witnesses, liberals, conservatives, rednecks, and others! Isn't that mean also? At the very least it is ironic and hypocritical!
4. I am fat, or at least significantly heavier than I want to be, because I drink 1-2L Pepsi daily and eat a ton of ice-cream a month (figuratively speaking, so as not to offend those who prefer accuracy in reporting amounts and numbers!). Thanks, but no, thanks, if you try to "protect" me if someone calls me fat. I am not a victim. I (sadly LOL) choose to be irresponsible with the usual, I will start exercise and healthy eating tomorrow but am too busy today excuse. I know that if I do not stop I will end up like the person in that photo -- and the millions of obese fellow Americans.
5. Steaks and ice-cream jars do not attack me or force themselves down my throat onto my waist, or of that person! We choose to consume calories, and then get to the stage where good-hearted people like my FaceBook friends get all judgmental and attack someone who states a simple truth.
6. My late Mom and I loved to eat and had/have a tendency to put on weight. So she worked out DAILY. Her peers almost all grew to the size of this lady. One of them (a very dear family friend) actually sat on a solid wood dining chair in my parents house and snapped it it in two. These were not victims. They, like me, were choosing to get fat while my Mom, RIP, worked out every day.
7. I HAVE seen a fat person break the back of an airline seat. I have sat next to a really fat guy on a recent flight who basically squished me into the wall. They are welcome to buy two seats instead of penalizing the rest of us who still (barely) fit in an airline seat.
8. I agree with my friend Nancee Lee, most people find it easier to sit back and label people as victims rather than either keep them from getting unhealthy or helping them get healthy again.
9. A former friend of mine TCB in Miami was like a size 2 when I first met her as friends in end 1989. We did not meet a few years and she turned into a size 16. She had been unhappy and eating unhealthy, and other "laid" excuses we all make. When we met again around 2005-2008, she was down to size 8 even as she was turning 40 soon thereafter (a time I am told it gets even harder to lose and keep off weight). We are not in contact now but I want to mention her for her discipline I saw back then. I saw how she made the effort, portion control, calorie control, light exercise even though she was partly asthmatic or something, and so on. So, when people care enough to care about themselves, they choose do something about it.
And, lastly, comment number ten….
10. I grew up away from home, with my grandmother, who, showing love for a little kid away from his parents, let me eat all I wanted… ice-cream, chocolate cake, etc. Within 2-3 years in Karachi, Pakistan I was the fattest kid in class if not all of St. Paul's English High School. I was constantly made fun of. Fatty Bumbola Drink Coca Cola they called me! And the best I could come back with would be, "You are 7-Up". Maybe that is why I prefer Pepsi? LOL. (Actually I believe that may be because reportedly Pepsi has more sugar in it!). Anyway, I have been fat, been less fat, been more fat, and up and down, and am still FAT!
I hold the key to my present and future health in my own choices.
Someone calling me Fat doesn't bother me. But someone thinking I am a victim is truly a bigger insult.
What do you think?
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Solar Fire, Solo Flier - IMRAN™
Steve Jobs, visionary, genius. Thank you for everything. RIP.
Hat Trick +2 ! My 5th flickr Explore in a row.
My 45th Photo to make it in Flickr Explore on October 5, 2011!
Smith Point County Park Bridge is a place which has many special meanings to me.
It is a place I visited with my beloved Father when he was in the USA in 1996, at a time of great difficulties for me.
Over the 15 years since, it is a place I visit by road like others do. It is a site I have boated, sailed and yachted by, on both the bay and the ocean sides. It is a sight I have flown over, spreading my wings over its beaches and near-by islets, to practice flight manuevers. Its parking lot offers a level of comfort -- as an potential emergency landing spot (assuming it is not crowded), especially during fall and winter flying on the ocean.
Walking on it, I have felt its sand in my toes, and I've marched across the asphalt to walk up to the bridge to capture some of my most spectacular sunset photographs.
This was not a particular clear or bright, day, much like the murky uncertainty that surrounds us as individuals and even as nations and a human race. It was not even an interestingly cloudy day, when the infinite variations of cloud shapes always ensure differing shades of red.
But, as the golden sun set, as it set the sky alight with a solar fire, I got what I was waiting for.
An image, a moment in time, a symbolic alignment of man, machine, planet, and the universe with the stages in life I have faced in the last 3 years….
A solo flier appeared when all other birds had given up and gone home. A natural aviator, silently, hopefully, bound for its destination unknown, knowing somewhere along the way it would find its mate, and its dreams would come true…. even as a seemingly endless night appeared before it.
And, even as I was posting this picture, little did I know that someone of far greater significance would be flying away, forever, within hours of my posting this photo. Steve Jobs, RIP.
A Solo Flier Against A Solar Fire.
May we all soar above our troubles and find all the joy, love, and happiness we seek, deserve and desire.
© 2011 IMRAN
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Monday, May 30, 2011
Memories And Memorial Days - IMRAN™
19 Years And A Million Tears Ago. Mother's Memory 2/2 - IMRAN™ _____(Kindly Read) — 1400+ Views!, originally uploaded by ImranAnwar.
May you all have an awesome, safe, happy Memorial Day, and every day you take time to honor the memory of the fallen, the departed.
May those who died fighting to protect us live on forever in our memories.
May today mark the start of a new chapter, a new life, a new set of memories, for the best that lies ahead beyond tomorrow.
May we share the time and experiences in giving birth to those memories, together.
And, may we remember each other when time is an echo, love is a heaven, and life is a memory.
Please click the photo to read Mother, Memory.
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Sun Sets On Set Of Birds. Sun. Birds
This was taken the week of my father's passing and into the new year.
As the sun set on a lifetime of memories, of both my beloved parents gone into the night, this set of birds were soaring and savoring what remained of the time available to them, before it too passed into memories of another day, another life.
© 2009-2010
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Image SOOC. No editing or color changes or cropping, simply added frame and titles in Photoshop.
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Sunday, February 28, 2010
400 Sunsets Fly By. Farewell, Father
Time eternally flows on and on.
Taking with it beloved people,
Favorite places, precious lives.
Leaving in its turbulent wake,
Memories, smiles, seas of tears.
Savor and never ever forget,
Love, smiles, time, joy we get,
Before they fly forever, forever.
How fast 400 days went since I lost you, my beloved father. Yet, each felt like a century of sorrow. A lifetime of smiles and blessings you gave.
Now you and Ami have flown together, to heaven, forever. As tears roll down my face, I promise, I will not forget and will pray and love you both to my dying day, Abu.
Farewell, Father.
No processing was done to this image's colors. See bird more clearly slightly larger
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
18 Years Of A Million Tears. Mother's Memory 2/2
2/2. The saddest day of my life, 18 years and a million tears ago.
I flew out of JFK the night of February 1, 1992, headed to Pakistan - where it was already 2/2/1992. I was going to see my beloved parents in Lahore. But, I was en route via Karachi. My Mom had insisted I stop there to condole the death of a relative and a friend's father there, the previous week.
The powerful PIA Boeing 747 jet engines hurtled me over the North Atlantic, erasing 600 miles per hour between my mother and me. But, there was an invisible infinite eternal distance of space and time growing silently, a cosmic chasm that no known power in the universe could shorten.
As the plane was flying towards Europe, life was flying away. As the aircraft was coming in for a landing, unknown to me, my mother's soul was taking off into the heavens beyond this world.
Landing in Karachi, I was smiling and happy, when I disembarked, clueless about what tragedy had struck me but I was unaware of. I went to the airline counter to check the status of my connecting flight to Lahore that was supposed to be for a few days later.
I was flirting with the young lady checking my reservation, asking for a nice window seat. She looked at me in a puzzled manner that I did not understand then. As she quietly typed on the keyboard my curious eye made me read a telex message on her desk, facing her.
As I read the upside down text, my breath left me, my heart stopped. I felt the hand of death clutch my heart...
"Please give priority seating...
Passenger Imran Anwar needs to be on next flight....
Has to attend Mother's funeral."
That is how I found out that my mother had died, just over 50 years old.
Instead of seeing my Mom to open the bags of gifts I was carrying for her and everyone, I would barely get home in time to carry her body for burial. Instead of her pinching my cheeks as she loved to do, all I got to do was touch her cheek one final time, as I fell on my knees next to her. She seemed just to have fallen asleep.
18 years later today, to the day, not a day goes by when I do not shed a tear for my beloved mother. Tears roll down my cheeks as I write these words, and every time I relive that moment.
Ami, I will love you forever, even after I die.
© IMRAN
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Illusive 3D Effect Sunset, Islamabad, Pakistan, City Of Political Illusions
By Imran Anwar
During my recent trip to Islamabad, Pakistan, my friends and I took a detour to go see a newly developed Rawal Lake Park (on the other side of where the Dam is and where I had been to, as a teen, with my father).
We enjoyed a nice walk, beautiful sights, and I was able to catch this illusively 3D image of a hazy sunset over the mountains around Islamabad, a city of political illusions, facing huge obstacles all around it.
Night was falling, but I knew, a new day was just around the corner for me, for the park, for the city, for Pakistan.
© 2009 IMRAN
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Monday, January 05, 2009
CLICK! 40 Years Of Photography - FLASH! A Lifetime Of Memories
By Imran Anwar
I wrote the following words on December20, 2008 to celebrate nearly four decades of photography and to salute my father for setting me on this hobby, and many other great paths. I am sure readers will recognize some of the items and gadgets I mention in this trip down photographic memory lane; no pun intended. (Updated on my birthday in 2017 to reflect soon to be Fifty YEARS of having used a camera since I was a kid!)
My Father gave me a camera when I was 6 years old. It was a small 35mm film camera, made in Japan. It was a time when cameras were expensive, and processing film even more so. At that time I had to start with simple black and white films. I had to use pocket money in Karachito develop photos taken with that camera as I grew up in Karachi, and attended St. Paul's English High School in Saddar.
In four decades I sure have come a long way. From that startup Japanese camera to today's amazing Nikon D300 DSLR that I received on my 46th birthday, a lot has happened.
55 years of life, 50 years of photography, a lifetime of memories.
I hope to see and capture a lot more, God willing, and to share with my family and friends the many unforgettable sights I have seen.
So, as I said, I started with a nice little Japanese camera my dad gave me as a kid going to Karachi. He also had the confidence in me to let me use his more expensive and also more breakable camera, a really reliable Argus (that still works!).
From his passion for photography and traveling to new places with us, he and I captured our memories and our lives as I grew up in Pakistan.
After my O' Levels exams I moved to Aitchison College, in Lahore. By then I "borrowed" (ahemmm…. somewhat permanently!) the camera Abu had started using. It was a truly awesome (for it's time) Yashica Electro35 camera.
That camera was amazing in its own right - telling over and underexposure by its orange and red LEDs! A "Wow" back then is something even 10 years old kids expect to see in cell phone camera these days! The amazing progress of technology and photography does not cease to amaze me even today
I then found myself studying (well, that is a liberal use of the word!) for an Electrical Engineering (Electronics) degree.
Unfortunately, some of my work from the late 1970s to mid-1980s is lost forever, turned to ashes when USA and Reagan-Bush Sr. backed Taliban type right-wing fundamentalists ransacked and burnt my stuff in my hostel room at Lahore's University of Engineering & Technology. (Ironic how similar people are now called terrorists, back then they were "mujahideen" supporters of Zia and the US policy of promoting Islamic fundamentalism against the Soviet Union).
The Yashica Electro 35 was stolen and not recovered. Even terror(ist)s know how to use a camera.
The typewriter I used to get published in the then popular newspaper The Pakistan Times was also stolen but later returned. Terrorist supporters, even the jeans-wearing ones in Mumtaz Hall who hung out with the hot babes of UET didn't need no stinkin' typewriter. Why use words when you can use guns, I guess?
Anyway, even before I finished my engineering studies, I was invited to, and was thrilled to join the owners of Jang Group's (especially the brilliant owner and publisher of MAG Weekly as well as Jang and News, Mir Shakil-ur-Rehman) team in Lahore.
Even though I came on to write a youth page, within a few days I was privileged to become Business Manager, and also started writing weekly articles in MAG Weekly in Karachi. I would rush them to my then colleague, later friend, and now a fond memory, the late Wahab Siddiqui who was Editor of MAG.
Since I drove around in Lahore a lot, I also started carrying a portable camera in my car and took 'slice of life' photos called PIC(K) OF THE WEEK with a caption that made people think about the ironies, absurdities and tragedies of life we see everyday and just drive on by.
My late mother, Mrs. Nargis Anwar, had always taught me to be sensitive to those moments of life's drama that unfold around us every day. My father taught me how to capture them on film. I still hope to "some day soon" put together some of my tongue in cheek articles (a dangerous thing to do under then dictator General Zia) and photos with captions from back then into a book. Yes, one day
But, life has it's own plans. After a few years of working at Jang, I picked and packed my proverbial bags and came to America; exactly 20 years ago (January 1989 to be precise). I was fortunate to come to America on a scholarship to get an MBA at Columbia University in New York City.
My parents came to visit me a few months later (Abu had to go for some higher studies on a fellowship of some sort). When he went off for studies (somewhere in Utah I believe) my mother and I went around town (Manhattan) from my Columbia University apartment. Our favorite visit together was to the top of the World Trade Center in New York. It was one of the best times of my life spent with my mother, whom I lost just 2 years after her return to Pakistan at around age 50.
When we were in New York, my then current model camera stopped working so I was saving up for the camera I badly wanted. She wanted to buy it for me but my dream camera at that time, the MinoltaMaxxum 7000i, was too expensive for me to let her buy for me in 1989. Maybe I should have - as I could have captured many more memories of my parents' only trip to America together.
I did buy it a few years later and took some stunning pictures - of beautiful places, gorgeous faces - during my Manhattan years.
I loved taking these photos especially when I was living a blessed life at The Monterey (on the Upper East Side of Manhattan overlooking one of North America's largest and very beautiful mosques) and when visiting loved ones in Washington, DC and friends in California.
Life, time, lifetime friendships, captured in memories in the heart and on film.
(continued...)
FLASH! A Lifetime Of Memories In A Blink
By Imran Anwar
In last week's article I mentioned how I came into photography, thanks to my father inspiring me in every way a father can inspire his son.
He loved photography, and got me a camera at age 6. I mentioned how I progressed from a small, simple 35mm camera in the late 1960'sto one of my favorite film cameras in the late 1980's.
The 1990's brought along a new revolution. Along with the 35mm film Minolta Maxxum 7000i, I became one of the earliest users of digital cameras when the first Apple QuickTakedigital camera came out. I even have some of its pictures on my web site, at IMRAN.COM .
I later upgraded to the next Apple model and I still have it as a memento. It seems so ancient now! It's part of my Apple collection of Mac IIfx, ColorOne scanner, StyleWriter and LaserWriter printing equipment that still reminds me of my love affair with Apple and its technologies. Maybe I will give it to a museum some day (if I don't end up having to sell everything to survive this economic downturn, that is!!).
Not much later 2 Megapixel cameras were coming out so I invested in, and loved, a Minolta DimageX 2MP. My flickr photo-sharing page ( flickr.com/imrananwar) has some taken with that camera. That camera was unfortunately lost but it was impressive both technologically (a marvel in how it "double-turned" light rays to provide an actual optical zoom lens without having a lens protrude from the camera body!) and color quality.
During the next few years I got the 5MP NikonCoolpix E5700, which took some of the amazing Palm Beach and Singer Island, Florida, photos you see on my flickr pages. You should take a look, too. Some of these have been enjoyed by more than three thousand people!
I still use it with an amazing panorama EyeSee 360 lens.
(Ooops, typed too soon, that beautiful camera and specialized lens were shattered a shortly after my writing these lines, when the Nikon strap slipped out of the hook, sending the camera and the lens sliding to hit the road and smash into little pieces! Note to readers, never assume that cameras and other things connected by straps will not slide off. Always check the straps regularly).
Hundreds of panoramic images of Europe, United States and other places are still to be processed and put online. I hope to do soon, so my family and friends can view them and feel like they were right there in the room or city or museum right beside me. It helps me bring the joy of going to the most remote places in the world and knowing I can share the experience with my father, and my loving family and friends.
For portability, and to get back to taking "slice of life" photographs as I used to take in Pakistan for MAG Weekly, I had also added another Nikon to the mix. I replaced the lost Minolta Dimage X with a Nikon S6 (slightly larger than the S1/S5 but WiFi built-in for ease of transferring to the Apple MacBook Pro laptop).
But for real SLR photography with changeable lenses I was in a quandary.
I did not know whether to move from Minolta (my Maxxum 7000i film and Dimage X digital) to another Minolta, their newest DSLR, or complete the migration to Nikon by adding another Nikon like the D60, to accompany the E5700. (As my photographer readers will know, it is not as simple as just picking up a Sony or Panasonic DVD player. Selecting cameras is almost as much a matter of taste and preference as wanting to be a Mac user).
Minolta made it easier by selling out their camera business to Sony. For a while I even found the Sony AlphaA700 a better deal than Nikon (you may have seen an old review I wrote) but I did not make the jump to Sony. I refused to indulge Sony's choice of forcing us to buy expensive Memory Stick and not regular SD Secure Digital cards that are so great and cheaply available
Anyway, on the photography front, though I did not get the Sony Alpha DSLR, nor did I move to the Nikon DSLR ship right away. I found the Nikon D40 and D60 not enough of an advance to make the jump.
And, then, on my return from my recent trip to visit my father, I finally did. I had decided on the Nikon DSLR D30012.3 MP camera when it came out and I got it as one of the best birthday gifts I have ever received from a loved one.
I invested in some additional lenses and flash, etc. and I love it. Sheer magic and take a look at flickr.com/imrananwar. That page has just some of the photos to prove the magic. Some have already won awards, been used in calendars and traveling road shows by companies here and 2 will be used as "INSPIRATION" posters by another company.
Check them out and leave comments. I hope to be back in Pakistan soon and put it to use on photos of my family and beloved homeland of Pakistan. I have also selected some photographs to make a printed coffee table book for my father to see and show his friends the amazing magic I was able to capture from a gift he gave his son 40 years ago.
So, there you have it.
My 40 years journey in photography so far. It was started by my father's gift of a camera. It developed from my mother's gift of telling us never to miss any moment of the beauty in the world around us - before it is too late.
I try to do that, every day, in my own way, by living and capturing that incredible journey, for myself, and, I hope, online, for you and others. The photographs of that journey are online and on my computers, now and in my mind for as long as I live.
Forever? I hope so. The Internet and my "Live, Forever" project (at neternity.org ) give us a chance to leave coming generations a permanent record of our having seen the amazing world I saw, we saw, with our eyes. I hope our visions are seen, for an Eternity, if you do the same.
I emailed the first draft of this tribute and article to my father by email. He had just arrived back in Lahore from a trip. I spoke to him late on the afternoon of December 20, 2008, and had a wonderful conversation with him on the phone.
A few hours after my salute, Mr. Anwar-ud-Din, beloved father to my siblings and me, passed away from unexpected cardiac arrest early on December 21, 2008. ILWIR.
His smile, his love, his words, his sacrifices for us, his very presence in the lives of all that he touched - they are all etched in our hearts and memories for far longer than an eternity, far deeper than any photograph can capture.
May Allah bless him and my mother with a great place close to Him in Heaven.
I thank you, dear reader, for saying a prayer for my parents, and all the great people who have left us and now live forever in our memories. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
(The End)
Monday, December 29, 2008
12/25/2008 Sunset Tribute Departed Parents, Beloved Father Anwar-ud-Din 1932-2008 & Cherished Mother Nargis 1942-1992
December 25th, 2008 - birth anniversary of Nargis Anwar, my beloved mother. A tribute to her & my beloved father, Anwar-ud-Din, who left us forever on December 21, 2008. Sunset at Fire Island, Smith Point Park, Long Island, New York, one of his favorite places to visit in 1996.
100 seconds for a lifetime of giving more than 100% of their lives to giving us incredible lives of love. Ami, Abu - as the sunset on your time on earth - you are now free as two birds - seen flying in unison in front of the sun before disappearing from sight, forever.
God bless you, always.