From Ashes
How do you harvest imagination in a field of concrete & glass? You let it all burn down to ashes first.
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.
How do you harvest imagination in a field of concrete & glass? You let it all burn down to ashes first.
So it’s that time of the year again, the time to take stock and look back. Funnily enough, for a compulsive organizer/list-maker like me, it isn’t coming naturally this time round. Even funnier considering it isn’t just year end but decade end and actually end of the first decade of…
I came to Bangalore over 10 years back. I was falling in love. Not with a person or even a place. I was really, completely, truly committing myself to life. I was 19. I had just weathered a tempestuous adolescence culminating in my dropping out of college. Then I licked…
I spotted Neil Dantas at The Wall Project and I just had to stop him to tell him just how I Style! he was! Isn’t his tee-shirt absolutely fab? It’s Bambaiyya in a way that nothing else starts to match.For the uninitiated, BEST, an acronym for Brihanmumbai Electric Supply and…
If there is a God,then why did he give me wings and a cage?
It has been nearly a week now since The Wall Project and I’m so happy to say that it was a stupendous, tremendous, awesome success! I was thrilled to have been part of the event. The photographs are still surfacing on Facebook, people tagging each other and comparing notes. Having…
The much awaited Bandra-Worli sealink opened yesterday. In the unlikely case that you don’t know what I’m talking about (in which case, what are you doing reading this post?), this is a bridge built across one of the bays between the islands that comprise Mumbai. It connects Bandra reclamation to…
Athens,sleeps outside my window tonightAnd so do you, a sea and a continent awayNo camera can capture,nor words describe what my eyes see In the city of the virgin goddess, a mortal woman sleeps alone. ~O~O~O~O~ A year later, in a city of no sleep and too much sex, she…
I’m back from my week-long break and I’ll write a more detailed post in due course of time. It’s been a week full of experiences (traveling to another place always is, isn’t it?). I still have to sort out my thoughts, shake the sand out of my shoes (yes, there…
He called me the gatekeeper of the great suburban conscience of Mumbai. Am I? Each time I write something serious about the city, I’m reminded of a friend bitching about the ultra-intellectual types who eat at McDonalds and come out and talk about the poor people in the country. Am…