From Ashes
How do you harvest imagination in a field of concrete & glass? You let it all burn down to ashes first.
How do you harvest imagination in a field of concrete & glass? You let it all burn down to ashes first.
Landmark is having their annual sale! Of course you knew that if you are a book-lover in this city. But did you know that they don’t just have their regular (great!) books on sale but also a load of cool stuff as well? Check out what I picked up for…
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…
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…
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…
Last evening I was overcome by an urge to eat chana masala, the buttery over-spicy type, all covered with raw mango chunks and unidentified (but delicious) stuff on top. The Juhu beach variety. And while at it, bring on a naariyalpaani as well. Why not I asked myself (and oh…
These shoes belong to a media professional. She was hurrying to work two steps ahead of me on the railway bridge (if you don’t recognise the thread on the floor, you ain’t a true Mumbaiker!). But she stopped long enough to let me take a photograph of her feet and those…
Friday* evening is when the city comes alive with a vengeance. As if it were sleeping the rest of the time. But Fridays are a frenzy of partying and drinking and laughing too loud. In a frantic attempt to drown out the panic of life running out faster than we…