Jai Nayak--an entire career which stilled his life with stills.

Travails of a photographer,cannot be undermined,he who puts his heart,soul and a pair of blessed eyes to slog day in and day out.His assignments ranged from humans to nature.He felt he was the chosen one for all our exhibitions which called for minute details about fabric,grace and the best faces.Recent news about him was the onset of glaucoma that struck Jay and has rendered him jobless and neglected.A benevolent businessman from Gujarat has offered him monetary help with an apprentice to wield his camera.Quite strange the sightless can usher in a career so late in life for a job that requires an eye for aesthtetics.Behold that eye which navigates on the spoken word from the mind's eye.I salute Jay.You are remembered always when I see model posing to be framed as the best face.
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