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ronika-writes-stuff · 20 days

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Thoughts on Ishan :

(and ict in general)

1. When he opted out of India's test squad before our series with S. Africa....I knew... I KNEW it will be a long time before we'll get to see him playing for India again.

And then few weeks later Rahul Dravid said in a press conference... He can come back... Just play domestic.... My heart sank.

Here's the thing, I don't blame him at all for taking a break due to mental fatigue.

I fully support his decision as well. He prioritised himself and that's good.

But my dude... If I was your friend, if I was there with you... I wouldn't have let you go.

I would have grabbed his trousers and refused to let go. This is team India. You take one step back and 10 other people are standing right behind you ready to take your place.

Shubhman gill was hyped up so much... Remember his 126 in 63 balls against New Zealand?

But he faltered.

And Today he's in reserve.

Jaiswal is going to be our new opener in all 3 formats very soon. And there's nothing wrong with that. The guy earned it.

Ishan left the South Africa Series and a month later during the india Vs England test Series Jurel was picked and he did an excellent job.

Now imagine... Imagine if Ishan was there instead... If ishan had scored those 90 runs.....he would have made his place permanent.

I'll repeat myself.... I don't blame him for leaving... But he should have thought this through. Especially when a guy like Rahul Dravid is your coach.

(he's the same guy who gave declaration during a test match when Sachin Tendulkar was about to score a century. He's not as innocent as he looks.)

Another thing which really hurts me is how so many people complain about him being benched and then dropped but Yaar....there are tons of players who have gone through this.

Even Ashwin was benched. He said in an interview that when his team would win he wouldn't even feel like going in the ground to congratulate them coz of how hurt he felt.

It happens.

Anyways My overall opinion on this drama is :

1. I support him for leaving.

2. But I hate that he left.

3. A block of ice would be a better coach than Rahul Dravid.

Anyways... Jo hogaya so hogaya.

What I want now is for him to focus on his future.

And He can start by leaving Mumbai Indians.

MI was the team who would pick young players, groom and invest in them and make them capable enough for team India.

The MI we have seen this year is no longer that team. It doesn't matter how many reels their insta page puts out, the atmosphere of that team is tense, awkward and a hot mess.

If Mumbai really cared about a future captain as they claimed.... They should have made Ishan their new captain...like how csk and gt did with ruturaj and gill.

But oh well.

Right now... The best he can do is keep himself fit, play domestic and leave MI at THE EARLIEST.

That team, it's atmosphere, the mismanagement and inner conflicts (believe me, they exist) will not help him at all.

Imo, he doesn't need a team to grow. He has developed a good skill set. What he needs now is a stage.

A team like Kkr, RR or Gt will be great for that because these teams don't drop Their players after 1 or 2 matches... Have good coaches, stable environment and a good atmosphere overall.

Ishan is an excellent wicket keeper + batsman and the type of cricket he plays is best suited for t20 format (one day and test also but especially t20).

Whether we win or lose this t20 world cup... This one is the last one for our senior players.

After that, our youngsters will take charge (at least they should).

Yashasvi and Abhishek should be our openers.

Gill, rutu and Riyan would perfect be for middle order.

Ishan, with his explosive batting style, would be the perfect finisher.

Also... This dumb culture of batters not learning bowling (encouraged by this stupid impact rule) that has developed in the Indian team needs to STOP.

Look at Australia and New Zealand's t20 squad. Look at how many all rounders they have.

Look at ours. We won the 2007 cup because of all rounders as well.

Also... We cage our players. We hold them back. A player like Travis head is playing with such ferocity because his style and mindset is supported by his captain, his team and his media.

Meanwhile... If an Indian player attempts to do the same and doesn't make a big score in 2 -3 matches... He'll be benched instantly.

Another thing... If we look up the stats of our players in this year's t20 wc squad...

Except virat, Bumrah and maybe kuldeep ...everyone else is on ram bharose.

When players like n. reddy, ishan, rutu, gill, Riyan, natrajan... will be groomed and given enough opportunities....their aggressive style will be supported instead of criticized.... that's when we will win trophies.

@fangirlingintellectual @roseromeroredranger @snowcloudsss

@ishuess @bimesskaira

#desiblr #indian cricket team #cricket #ict #ishan kishan #ipl2024 #ishman #shubhman gill #shubman x ishan #shubish #rohitsharma #virat kohli #world cup #t20worldcup

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roseromeroredranger · 4 months

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Shattered Bonds - 2

the aftermath of the World Cup loss, the burden weighed heavily on both Ishan and Surya, casting a shadow over their spirits. As they ventured into the T20 series in Australia, the echoes of defeat lingered, visible in the tired lines etched on Ishan's face and the dark circles under his eyes.

Surya, ever perceptive, couldn't ignore the change in Ishan. Concern etched on his face, he gently approached Ishan, "Ishu, you seem tired. Everything alright?" His voice held a genuine warmth, a reflection of the camaraderie they shared.

Ishan, caught off guard, hesitated for a moment. The truth of the World Cup loss weighed heavily on him, but he couldn't bring himself to burden Surya with the depths of his emotions. With a forced smile, he replied, "Just a bit exhausted, Surya bhau It's nothing, don't worry."Surya wasn't convinced. The bond between them was stronger than a mere teammate relationship. He knew when something wasn't right with Ishan, especially now that the sunshine smile he was accustomed to had dimmed.

Determined to lift the heavy cloud hanging over Ishan, Surya decided to play along with his teammate's charade. "Alright, if you say so," he conceded, allowing Ishan to retreat into his façade.

As Ishan attempted to lighten the mood with pranks and jokes, it became apparent that his efforts were a mere echo of the vibrant energy he once exuded. The laughter lacked its usual resonance, and the sparkle in his eyes seemed dulled.

Surya observed the shift keenly. His heart ached to see Ishan masking his pain with humor. The camaraderie, once an effortless dance of banter and laughter, now felt like a fragile performance to shield the wounds that ran deep.

In a quiet moment, away from the prying eyes of the world, Surya caught Ishan off guard. "Ishu," he began softly, "you don't have to pretend with me. I can see it's more than just exhaustion. Talk to me, mera bacha."

Ishan's forced smile faltered, and for a brief moment, the walls he had erected crumbled. In that vulnerable instance, Surya saw the pain etched in Ishan's eyes. The World Cup loss had left scars that ran deeper than the surface, wounds that couldn't be healed by mere laughter and pranks.As the T20 series unfolded, Surya became not just Ishan's teammate but a pillar of support, navigating the complex dance of healing and acceptance. The journey to mend Ishan's sunshine smile was a gradual one, marked by shared silences and unspoken understanding, a testament to the enduring strength of their bond beyond the cricket field.

In London, Shubman sat in the stands, his eyes fixed on the screen broadcasting the T20 series in India. The distance between him and Ishan seemed insurmountable, a reflection of the emotional chasm that had opened up between them after their fight. As Ishan showcased his cricketing prowess on the field, Shubman couldn't help but notice the weariness in his friend's eyes, the telltale signs of an inner struggle that mirrored his own.

Dark circles framed Ishan's eyes, an unspoken testament to the nights spent wrestling with the aftermath of their heated argument. Shubman's heart clenched at the sight, the weight of their unresolved issues casting a shadow over the joy he once found in Ishan's successes. Tears welled up in Shubman's eyes as he grappled with the realization that he might have irreparably damaged the bond they once shared.

In the midst of the match excitement, Shubman's sister Shahneel noticed the turmoil etched on her brother's face. The unshed tears, the silent sorrow – it was a stark departure from the usual enthusiasm Shubman displayed while watching Ishan play. Concern etched across her features, Shahneel decided it was time to address the unspoken pain.

"Shub, is everything okay?" Shahneel asked gently, her eyes reflecting a sister's intuition. Shubman sighed, his shoulders slumping under the weight of guilt and regret. He struggled to find the words to convey the depth of the emotional storm within him.

"I had a fight with Ishu," Shubman admitted, his voice heavy with remorse. "I said things I shouldn't have, and now...I can't bear to see him like this."

Shahneel's expression softened, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Maybe it's time to talk to him, Shub. Clear the air, let him know how much he means to you."

As the match continued on the screen, Shubman nodded, a mixture of determination and vulnerability in his gaze. He longed for a chance to mend the fractures in their friendship, to bridge the gap that had widened in the wake of their heated exchange. The T20 series, once a source of shared excitement, now served as a poignant backdrop to the complexities of their strained relationship. And as Shubman grappled with the emotional distance, he couldn't shake the feeling that the path to reconciliation might be more challenging than any cricket match they had faced together.

In the tender moment of vulnerability and acceptance, Shubman found solace in the comforting embrace of his sister, Shahneel. As she enveloped him in her arms, his heart swelled with gratitude for her unwavering support.

"Di," Shubman whispered, the endearment slipping naturally from his lips, a testament to the deep bond they shared. In that simple word lay a world of affection and trust, a recognition of the sisterly love that had always been a steadfast anchor in his life.

Shahneel held him tighter, her embrace a silent affirmation of her love and acceptance. In her arms, Shubman felt a sense of belonging, a reassurance that he was cherished for who he was, without judgment or reservation.

As they stood there, wrapped in the cocoon of their sibling bond, Shubman knew that he could navigate the complexities of his identity and his feelings for Ishan with his sister by his side. With Shahneel as his confidante and ally, he felt emboldened to face the challenges ahead with courage and authenticity.

As the Indian cricket team gathered for the South Africa series, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation and camaraderie. Yet, amidst the excitement of the upcoming matches, there lingered a palpable tension, a residue of the unresolved emotions that had strained relationships within the team.

Ishan's absence from the playing XI in the T20 series against South Africa did not go unnoticed. His usually boisterous presence was notably subdued, his silence a stark departure from the lively banter that typically filled the team gatherings. Despite the unspoken question hanging in the air, Ishan remained tight-lipped, his emotions veiled behind a mask of hapiness .

Shubman, acutely aware of the strained dynamic between him and Ishan since their fight, felt a pang of regret as he observed his friend's withdrawn demeanor. The guilt of their unresolved conflict weighed heavily on him, casting a shadow over the joy of reuniting with his teammates.Throughout the team meetings and training sessions, Ishan's silence spoke volumes. The camaraderie that once defined their interactions felt strained, punctuated by awkward glances and uncomfortable silences. Despite the unspoken tension, Ishan remained resolute in his refusal to address the elephant in the room, his emotions buried beneath a facade of indifference.

Shubman, grappling with his own feelings of guilt and longing for reconciliation, struggled to find the right words to bridge the gap between them. Each passing day only deepened the chasm that had formed between him and Ishan, leaving Shubman yearning for a resolution that seemed increasingly out of reach.

As the South Africa series unfolded, Ishan's absence from the playing XI served as a constant reminder of the fractured bond between him and Shubman. The matches came and went, victories and defeats alike, but the unresolved tension lingered, a silent specter haunting the sidelines of the cricketing arena.

In the midst of the excitement and competition, the unspoken rift between Shubman and Ishan cast a shadow over the team's unity, a stark reminder of the fragility of relationships in the face of unresolved conflict. And as the series drew to a close, the weight of their unspoken words hung heavy in the air, leaving behind a sense of longing and regret that echoed long after the final ball had been bowled.

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As Ishan scrolled through the cruel comments on social media, each word like a dagger to his already wounded spirit, a particular memory surfaced, unbidden, in his mind. It was Shubman's voice, tinged with frustration and despair, echoing the accusation that had haunted Ishan since their heated argument.

"Ishan, you're my bad luck," Shubman's words reverberated in Ishan's mind, each syllable a painful reminder of the rift that had formed between them. Despite Ishan's attempts to brush off the hurtful comments and the relentless trolling, Shubman's accusation lingered like a specter, casting a shadow over his already fragile confidence.

Alone in his hotel room, Ishan couldn't shake off the weight of Shubman's words. The memory of their argument, the bitterness of their exchange, and the lingering sting of betrayal washed over him like a tidal wave of emotion. How could he ever forget the accusation that had cut him to the core, leaving behind wounds that refused to heal?

With a heavy heart, Ishan found himself replaying their argument in his mind, each word a painful reminder of the fracture that had formed between them. The accusation of being Shubman's "bad luck" echoed in his thoughts, a relentless refrain that gnawed at his soul and fueled the fire of his self-doubt.

In the depths of his despair, Ishan couldn't help but wonder if Shubman's words held a kernel of truth. Perhaps he was indeed the harbinger of misfortune in Shubman's life, the source of the turmoil that had engulfed them both in its relentless grip.

With a heavy heart, Ishan whispered to himself, the words heavy with resignation and self-blame. "Maybe he's right...maybe I am his bad luck." The admission hung in the air like a bitter pill, a painful acknowledgment of the toll that their fractured relationship had taken on him.

In that moment of vulnerability, Ishan grappled with the harsh reality that sometimes, the wounds inflicted by those closest to us cut deeper than any external pain. And as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, the face of a man burdened by the weight of his own perceived shortcomings stared back at him, a silent testament to the toll of their unresolved conflict.

In the hushed confines of the team's meeting room, Ishan sat with a heavy heart, his decision weighing like an anchor on his shoulders. With a deep breath, he mustered the courage to address the team management, the gravity of his words palpable in the air.Ishan: (voice tinged with hesitation) "Um... I need to talk to you both about something important."

The team manager and coach exchanged a concerned glance, their expressions reflecting a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Team Manager: (encouragingly) "Go ahead, Ishan. What's on your mind?"

Ishan: (swallowing hard) "I've been doing a lot of thinking, and... I've come to a decision. I need to withdraw myself from the South Africa Test series."

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. The team manager and coach exchanged a look of surprise, the weight of Ishan's announcement sinking in slowly.

Coach: (furrowing his brow) "Ishan, this is unexpected. Is everything alright?"

Ishan nodded, though the turmoil in his eyes betrayed his composed exterior.

Ishan: "Physically, I'm fine. But mentally... it's been challenging. The constant scrutiny, the pressure... it's taken a toll on me. I need some time to address these issues and focus on my mental health."

A moment of silence followed Ishan's admission, the significance of his words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. The team manager and coach exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.

Team Manager: (after a moment) "Ishan, mental health is just as important as physical health. If you feel you need this time, we support your decision. Take all the time you need."

Ishan's heart swelled with gratitude at their understanding. Yet, beneath the surface, a sense of apprehension lingered. He couldn't help but wonder how his decision would be perceived by the outside world, the media, the fans... Would they understand his struggles, or would they see it as a sign of weakness?

As Ishan left the meeting room, the weight of his decision settled over him like a heavy blanket. He knew that stepping away from the game, even temporarily, would invite speculation and scrutiny. But in that moment, he knew he had made the right choice – for himself, for his well-being, and for his journey towards healing.

As Ishan stepped out of the meeting room, the weight of his decision bore down on him like a burden too heavy to bear. The silence of the corridor echoed with the sound of his own footsteps, each step a reminder of the magnitude of what he had just disclosed.

With each passing moment, Ishan felt the weight of his emotions pressing in on him, threatening to overwhelm him entirely. The floodgates of his mind opened, unleashing a torrent of doubts, fears, and insecurities that he had long kept buried beneath a façade of strength.

As he walked, the familiar corridors of the team hotel blurred before his eyes, obscured by the tears that welled up, unbidden. Ishan tried to blink them away, to push back the rising tide of emotion, but it was futile. The tears came, streaming down his cheeks in silent testament to the turmoil raging within him.

Amidst the chaos of his thoughts, Ishan found himself grappling with a relentless barrage of questions. Would his teammates understand his decision, or would they see it as a betrayal? What would the media say? The fans? And what about Shubman... would he ever be able to bridge the chasm that had formed between them?

The weight of these questions pressed down on Ishan like a leaden blanket, suffocating him with their intensity. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest tight with the weight of unspoken fears and regrets.

With a trembling hand, Ishan leaned against the cool surface of the corridor wall, seeking solace in its solidity. But even the unyielding embrace of the wall couldn't quell the storm raging within him.

And so, Ishan stood there, alone in the corridor, his tears mingling with the shadows that danced around him. In that moment of vulnerability, he felt as though he were adrift in a sea of uncertainty, lost in the depths of his own tumultuous emotions. And as the tears continued to fall, he knew that his journey towards healing had only just begun.

As Shubman stepped into Ishan's hotel room, the tension crackled in the air like electricity, palpable and charged with unspoken emotions. Ishan's eyes narrowed as he watched Shubman's determined approach, his own heart a tumultuous storm of conflicting desires and unresolved grievances.

Ishan: (his voice cold, cutting through the silence) "What do you want, Shubman?"Shubman flinched at the sharpness in Ishan's tone, but he refused to back down, his gaze unwavering as he met Ishan's icy stare head-on.

Shubman: (steadily) "I want to know why you withdrew from the series, Ishu. And I want the truth."

Ishan's jaw tensed, his fists clenching at his sides as the walls he had built around his heart threatened to crumble under the weight of Shubman's scrutiny.

Ishan: (voice rising, laced with frustration) "Why do you even care, Shubman? You made it perfectly clear how you feel about me."

Shubman recoiled as Ishan's words hit him like a physical blow, the sting of his accusations leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Shubman: (desperately) "Ishu, I didn't mean..."

But Ishan cut him off with a sharp gesture, his patience worn thin by the relentless onslaught of emotions churning within him.

Ishan: (shouting) "You didn't mean? You didn't mean to accuse me of being your bad luck? To tear me down with your words and leave me to pick up the pieces alone?"

Shubman's heart clenched at the pain in Ishan's voice, the raw vulnerability laid bare for him to see. But before he could respond, Ishan's anger boiled over, his frustration and longing merging into a potent mix of desire and resentment.

Ishan: (breathlessly) "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Shubman? The way you look at me, the way you make me feel... It's like a fire burning inside me, consuming everything in its path."

Shubman's breath caught in his throat at the intensity of Ishan's words, his own desire simmering beneath the surface like a dormant volcano on the verge of eruption.Shubman: (voice hoarse with longing) "Ishu..."

But Ishan's walls were already closing in around him, his defenses fortified by years of hurt and betrayal.

Ishan: (his voice a low growl) "Leave, Shubman. Before I do something we both regret."

With a heavy heart, Shubman turned and left, the weight of Ishan's words lingering in the air like a silent plea for forgiveness and understanding. And as he walked away, the sexual tension between them hung like a heavy fog, suffocating in its intensity and undeniable in its truth

As Ishan's words hung in the air, shubman steps closer to him, a surge of desire coursed through Ishan's veins, overpowering his anger and resentment. In a moment of surrender to their shared longing, Ishan closed the distance between them, capturing Shubman's lips in a searing kiss.

Their mouths melded together, tongues dueling in a passionate dance as their bodies pressed against each other, craving the heat and connection. Ishan's hands moved to Shubman's waist, pulling him closer, their bodies flush against the wall.

Shubman's fingers tangled in Ishan's hair, gripping it tightly as their kiss deepened, the intensity escalating with each passing second. Their breath mingled in heated gasps as the room filled with the intoxicating scent of desire.

With a low growl, Ishan asserted his dominance, pressing Shubman harder into the wall, his body molding to Shubman's as he explored every inch of his mouth with fervent hunger. Shubman responded in kind, matching Ishan's fervor, their tongues and lips dancing in a fervent rhythm.

Their hands roamed each other's bodies, seeking out every sensitive spot, igniting a symphony of pleasure and need. Ishan's fingers trailed along Shubman's chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, while Shubman's hands gripped Ishan's back, his nails leaving faint marks as a testament to their desire.

The air crackled with electricity as their bodies moved in perfect sync, their desires intertwining in a passionate symphony. The room became a sanctuary of unspoken desires, where time stood still and all that mattered was the intoxicating connection between Shubman and Ishan.As their bodies moved with a primal rhythm, their kisses grew more urgent, their moans of pleasure filling the room. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their passion, their inhibitions shattered under the weight of their shared longing.

As their passionate encounter concluded, Shubman's emotions overwhelmed him, and tears streamed down his face. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Ishan, the man he loved with every fiber of his being.

Shubman: (voice choked with tears) "Ishan, I can't live without you. I love you so much, and I'm sorry for all the hurtful things I said in the past. It was never how I truly felt about you."

Ishan's eyes widened in shock, his anger momentarily forgotten as he witnessed the raw vulnerability in Shubman's tear-streaked face. Conflicting emotions swirled within him, battling against the walls he had erected to protect himself.

Ishan: (voice trembling) "Shubman, I... I don't know if I can trust you again. The pain you caused runs deep, and I'm afraid of being hurt once more."

Shubman's heart shattered at Ishan's words, realizing the immense damage he had inflicted upon their relationship. He collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he desperately pleaded for forgiveness.

Shubman: (sobbing) "Ishan, please... I'll do anything to make it right. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I love you more than anything, and I can't bear to lose you."

Ishan's resolve wavered as he watched Shubman crumble before him, the weight of his own emotions pressing down on him. He knelt beside Shubman, his tears mingling with his lover's, both of them enveloped in a shared sea of anguish and longing.

Ishan: (voice trembling with emotion) "Shubman, I... I still love you. Despite everything, my heart yearns for you. But we have a long road ahead of us, filled with healing and rebuilding trust."

They held each other tightly, their tears blending together as they embarked on a journey of forgiveness and redemption. In that moment, they made a silent vow to confront their past, to mend the wounds, and to nurture their love into something stronger and more resilient.

Shubman's sobs wracked his body as Ishan couldn't bear to see his Shubie in such pain. He gently cupped Shubman's tear-stained face, his touch tender and comforting.

Ishan: (softly) "Shubman Meri jaan , I promise you that I'll be back with the team soon. We'll have the opportunity to talk, to heal, and to rebuild what we've lost. I won't let our love go to waste."Shubman clung to Ishan's words like a lifeline, finding solace in the promise of a future where they could work through their pain together. He looked up at Ishan, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and love.

Shubman: (whispering) "Ishu, I believe in us. I'll wait for you, and I'll wait for you, and we'll face the challenges ahead side by side. I love you more than words can express."

Ishan smiled through his own tears, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Shubman's forehead. The tenderness in that simple gesture spoke volumes, a pledge of his unwavering support and devotion.

As the weight of their emotions began to ease, Shubman's gaze fell upon Ishan's discarded clothing. With a determined yet sorrowful expression, he moved towards it, picking up Ishan's shirt and t-shirt, cradling them in his arms.

Shubman: (voice filled with longing) "Ishu, these are the pieces of you that I have left. They carry your scent, your essence. I'll hold onto them, reminding myself of the love we share until we can be together again."

Ishan watched Shubman with a mixture of adoration and heartache, understanding the significance of those garments. They were a symbol of their connection, a tangible reminder of the love that still burned between them.

Ishan: (voice filled with emotion) "Shubman, those shirts hold the memories of our love, our laughter, and our passion. Keep them close, and know that I carry your love in my heart wherever I go."

Shubman nodded, clutching the shirts to his chest, finding solace in their familiar touch. He knew that, as long as he held onto them, their love would endure even in the face of adversity.

They held each other once more, their tears mingling as they shared a bittersweet embrace. In that moment, they knew that their love was stronger than any obstacle, and they were willing to fight for it.

#ishman #shubmangill #shubman x ishan #ishan kishan #indian cricket team

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battingonjakku · 11 months

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I am so, so proud of these girls 🥺 Drawn the Ashes, won the ODI and T20 series and put up a good fight in the other games too. Might not be the big prize but still a huge achievement and yeah. Best series in years, great crowds and great matches.

#random cricket mumblings

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shutterfox5555 · 3 months

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Camera Showcase

Olympus OM2 Spot Program

Pictured: Olympus OM2 Spot Programs with all owned OM specific lenses, flash units and motor winder

In the OM series of cameras, double digits such as the OM10 were consumer grade, whereas single digits were professional grade. First manufactured in 1984, the OM2 Spot Program (OM2S in the US) was a thorough overhaul of the OM2 to make it more competitive, meaning it's internals have more in common with the OM4 than it's predecessor.

Personally speaking, this is the most feature-rich, reliable 35mm film camera I have owned, making it my go-to workhorse for 35mm work. It’s compact design was very well-thought out and lightweight compared to other cameras before it.

Pictured: Top view of the OM2 Spot Program highlighting camera controls

One of the really well-thought out designs of this camera is how the shutter speed, aperture and depth of field preview controls are all in the same area on or next to the lens, meaning with one hand you can set all the main exposure controls without looking away from the viewfinder. Instead of a shutter speed selector on top, it’s a combined ISO speed/exposure compensation dial.

The OM2 Spot Program has 3 shooting modes: Program, Auto and Manual/Spot. In Program, the lens is set to the highest/tightest aperture and the camera will set both the aperture and shutter speed according to the light levels. In Auto, the camera shoots in an aperture priority mode where the user sets the aperture and the camera deals with the rest. In both Program and Auto modes, the camera meters centre weighted but in the full manual mode the camera switches to spot metering. This is an extremely useful feature when shooting high contrast images and with light sources behind the subject matter.

Another great thing versus it's predecessors is that it has a mechanical 1/60th shutter speed option, meaning if the batteries are depleted mid-shoot there's still a way to take photos depending on light levels.

Pictured: 3 shots through the viewfinder showing the current focus screen's split centre and microprism centre, the Program/Auto mode metering and the Spot/Manual's digital match needle meter

The viewfinder's light meter is a LCD style display which can be illuminated for 90 seconds for better viewing in low light scenes. In Manual/Spot mode it switches from a bar depicting the shutter speed to a match needle style display. The viewfinder itself (dependant on chosen focus screen) is very clear and bright making composition a lot easier.

Pictured: A selection of various attachments for the OM series of cameras. teleconverters, extension tubes, right-angle viewfinder, motor winder and flash units

The OM series of cameras have a wide range of accessories to further extend the capabilities of this camera. The motor winder allows for shooting up to 3.5 frames a second in continuous mode. The right angle viewfinder is especially useful when shooting at awkward angles or with telephoto lenses on a tripod, and has a toggle switch to add a 2.5x magnification to it for really dialling in the focus. I have a T20 and T32 flash for my cameras, and although the more lightweight and smaller T20 is more portable and uses half the amount of batteries, I prefer the T32 as it allows for bounce flash photography. Both flash units have 3 modes: TTL camera auto, flash unit auto and full manual. I have only really used the TTL camera auto mode but with the lens set to f4 I haven't had any photos with blown out highlights or muddy shadows.

Pictured: three different focus screens and an OM2 Spot Program with no lens and the current focus screen unclipped from the camera

A great thing about the OM2 Spot Program and other single digit OM cameras is the ability to fairly easily switch focus screens. Different lenses and scenarios work better with different screens and the ability to change really increases the versatility of the camera. For example, for general use I tend to use a split centre with microprism focus screen to give me 3 ways to focus, but with a telephoto (especially with teleconverters) the split centre goes black due to the low light levels. At that point, I have the option to switch to a microprism only or ground glass screen to make it easier to focus.

All in all, a fantastic camera with a solid design, accurate light meter and a wide selection of lenses and attachments which if in good condition will be a fantastic addition to any vintage camera collection.

#photography #film photography #ishootfilm #analog photography #filmisnotdead #vintage cameras #camera review #35mm film #35mm format #reviews #retro camera #olympus camera #olympus om2sp #olympuscamera #35mm camera #analog camera #old camera #camera #om2sp

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