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 were the only interesting, significant things in my view. Everything else was mundane, urban and ugly.
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Oh yes, everybody, we love the Island City. Not for its glittery Page 3 crowd, not for Bollywood, not for the stock markets and business hubs. We love it because it is a city of survivors, it is the city with a never-say-die attitude. Well, why not? That’s the only…
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…
Mum’s out of town again, which means that the kitchen is my free ground. I feel a little more confident this year than last year, since I’ve been experimenting with cooking. The kitchen doesn’t seem like scary, alien territory anymore. I’m actually cooking andaaze se instead of following the instructions…
wow, the second perspective is bang on!!!
@Ravishankar: 🙂 Thank you. I’m enjoying doing these stories through collages and pictures!