Cityscapes, city sights, urban communities, metropolis life, city dweller identity, focussed on Mumbai with an occasional mention of Delhi, Bangalore and other cities I’ve been in.
Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking. I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,PERFECT. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
I painted the Mumbai skyline on an old pickle glass bottle.
Your secrets
I attended a workshop on Haiku writing and this is what I came up with about my city.
I miss the Mumbai of my childhood. I suppose I’ll have to stop calling it ‘amchi Mumbai’ and shift to ‘maari Mumbai’ or ‘saddi Mumbai’ instead.
East and West of Mumbai train tracks
Of this one, I have two renditions: I spotted this young man engrossed in his work of painting an Ganesh idol, in preparation for Ganesh Chaturti. The man on the scooter idled at the red signal watching him. And in this picture, I realized that the artist and his idol…
I think the title says it all. *If you like this photograph, you might want to check out my Instagram stream.
I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and…
I pour my blood, sweat and tears so colour may flow out of my fingers and stain your world in brilliant hues.