“बूँद-बूँद से घड़ा भरता है” - the constant dropping wears away the stone.
in my case, several hundred rolls of film wore the two teeth of my camera - the contax t3. it was, no - still is, my favorite camera of all time.
i was smack in the middle of action at bengaluru’s kr market when moore‘s law of photo tragedy kicked in. i was on my third roll at the fresh meat market and the beelzebub of contax t3 possessed and seized my camera. the film teeth no longer bit my ektar. i was thrashed. even the guy lining up his lamb head for a photo felt me.
so i headed back to the hotel and with some cellophane tape, i was able to expose several more rolls of expired film, even though i wasted ninety minutes of my four hour shooting window.
when i got back to motherland, i headed to doc gommy. doc gommy is a legend slash dentist slash camera demi-god. he graciously inserted a tiny screw and replaced the front tooth of the camera. i should have had a one of a kind indestructible contax t3.
well, it lasted a good roll before jamming up. now, my favorite camera is technically dead.
the following sets of images were the last 7 rolls my contax t3 recorded before its eventual demise.