As you grow older you tend to stick around the younger lot. It’s exciting to be in a place where young energy, freshness of ideas, and fun flows in abundance. I found myself in one such company yesterday when shooting with a trio who collectively gave shape to www.mentorpolis.com. Extremely talented and passionate bunch, I enjoyed knowing each of them. It was fun knowing how their unique personalities blend in together so fittingly to accomplish together what they have set their eyes on.

Avijit, who has his feet set on ground, holds the forte with amazing reliability. It’s in his nature to help and guide others. Philosophical, philanthropic, thinker and a natural leader Avijit has a lot to give to MentorPolis. He also makes awesome chai that he willingly offers to his guests. Pratik follows his passion. Once he is passionate about something he puts in everything he has. He firmly believes in MentorPolis. He is the ‘zing flavor’ of the team who just makes things around interesting. Stylish, easy going, hardworking, artistic and a dreamer he brings in a lot in the team. Anshul is the ‘yellow color’ of the team. He is got positive vibe around him. Happy, eased out, balanced, resourceful, and inspiring he takes care of the technology front in MentorPolis. His clarity in thoughts and speech is definitely an advantage to the team and their project.

At the end of the day it was interesting to observe how their interview frames were framed suitably. Avijit’s frame was simple, neat looking, white wall and the chair. Anshul’s frame was warm and bright with a bright colored frame on the wall. And Pratik’s frame was mysterious and dreamy. It just turned out to be like that.

I also enjoyed working with Paul after a long time. I like the working rapport I share with him. I enjoy setting up blocks and frames with him – we try to do the best we can.

Yeah, one more shoot,  one more story – I got to move on. Maybe, I can borrow some energy, zest and life from a young bunch like MentorPolis. ( learn more about them at www.mentorpolis.com)

Climbing up a winding road

Passing through an old village

Admiring pillars well crafted

And old wooden staircases

Something in me felt connected

As if I was one of the pieces (ancient!)

Standing on the highest ground

Screaming on top of my voice

Throwing my arms far wide

Viewed around with my eyes moist

Snow peaked mountains and rivers

They are my world without a choice

Sitting in a café river side

Hands wrapped around a cup of tea

Thinking of those times folded

Of that season’s charm and beauty

Some connections in our hearts

Make spaces and stay pretty

Savoring the authentic local flavor

Pleasing the eyes with familiarity

The sound of crisp air makes music

Penetrating the soul utterly

Humanly it’s not possible to hold everything

Things do spill out in all our frailty