February In The City – Part 1 When I was a child, my primary school building had a tree growing in the ramshackle courtyard outside. One had to climb a few boulders and avoid the loose stones and holes burrowed in by rodents to reach up. And once one got…
This photograph came up on my Facebook memories. I remember this moment. I was on my way back from town though I don’t remember where I had gone and why. I also remember being in a train that was unusually empty for that hour. I remember the feeling of uneasy…
Do you know why people look out of windows? Because they’re wondering, hoping there’s a world other than what’s right in front of their eyes. Whether you pick up a trail or not, you need to know there’s a way to escape. (Picture courtesy Sumit Jagdale)
Your love is so much traas, she says Your words are such bakwaas, he replies They walk into the literary festival hand-in-hand. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
Your secrets, stir the emptiness inside me Like gunshots in the middle of the night. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream. This appeared earlier on my blog here.
Unlike most of my other IFocal pictures, this one is not two clicks of the same frame spliced together, but two independent shots. The black-and-white picture is the West side and the colour picture is the East side of a Central Line station in Mumbai. Curiously enough, on the Western…
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. This is one of the many small-time tailors employed by the minor garment businesses tucked away in a local fabric market. He’s indistinguishable from the tens of others…
* Earlier here as Extremist.
Everyone’s just another pixel in the collage till you boil them down to their #BlackandWhite stories. I’ve heard people say that Black-and-white is the better form of photography. As a colour lover, I resisted this for a long time. I still enjoy vibrancy but I’m beginning to see how colour…
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The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai. The only time I actually like the rain here, coming as it does on the heels of a scorching summer. This year will be different. It has now been a year, since my break-up. This wasn’t the first or even…
Dance, dance with me Swing me out of secrets Reel me into your cries Spin me over conversations To meet under shared laughter Dance with me.
For best results, paste on electric box. This month’s blockbuster promises to be quite electrifying: Current Maare Goriya
* Also published earlier here.
One of the prevelant traits of urbanisation is the upsurge of wannabe behaviour & attitudes. Wannabes are people who do and say things for the sole purpose of fitting in or seeming cool. While I have no problem with the activities or the words themselves, the obvious fakeness of their…
