The Roads Of Change
The old must give way to the new
And freedom to structure
The sprawling to the soaring
The stones and moss to the bricks and glassBut some of won’t ever forget
And the past lives on behind our eyes.
The old must give way to the new
And freedom to structure
The sprawling to the soaring
The stones and moss to the bricks and glassBut some of won’t ever forget
And the past lives on behind our eyes.
Do you know why I look out of the window?
A little style tip I borrowed from Instanbul women that works perfectly well for Mumbai’s weather and terrain! I guess cultures may vary but urban style is universal. * If you enjoyed this style post in video, check out the other I Wear posts and videos.
The joke goes that people from anywhere else in the city need a visa to enter Andheri. The Marol of my past was another world.
FLAMINGOS is the story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history.
Please do NOT do the following, for your own safety, sanity and that of other citizens of this city:
This tiny station doesn’t feature in most Mumbai narratives but Mahim is full of the rich, unspoken connections that make this city.
Ye Daulat Bhi Le Lo, Ye Shohrat Bhi Le Lo
Bhale Cheen Lo Mujhse Meri Jawaani
Magar Mujhko Lauta Do Bachchpan Ka Saawan
Wo Kaagaz Ki Kasthi Wo Baarish Ka Paani
Mohalle Ki Sabse Nishaani Purani
Wo Budhiya Jise Bachche Kehte The Naani
Wo Naani Kee Baaton Mein Pariyon Ka Dera
Wo Chehre Ke Jhuriyon Mein Sadiyon Ka Phera
Bhulaaye Nahin Bhool Saqta Hai Koi
Wo Choti See Raaten Wo Lambi Kahaani
Kadi Dhoop Mein Apne Ghar Se Nikalna
Wo Chidiya Wo Bulbul Wo Thithli Pakadna
Wo Gudiya Ki Shaadi Pe Ladna Jhagadna
Wo Jhoolon Se Girna, Wo Gir Ke Sambhalna
Wo Pithal Ke Challon Ke Pyaare Se Tho’fe
Wo Tuti Hui Chudiyon Ki Nishaani
Kabhi Re’t Ke Oonche Tilon Pe Jaana
Gharonde Banana, Banaake Mitaana
Wo Maasoom Chaahat Ki Tasveer Apni
Wo Khwabon Khilono Ki Taabir Jaageer Apni
Na Duniya Ka Gham Tha Na Rishton Ke Bandhan
Badi Khoobsoorat Thi Wo Zindgaani
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Sung by Jagjit Singh. Some things of our past are really worth a lot.
To give way is not the same as failing
To take over is not the same as forgetting
The past is but the genesis of the present
The present is but the past of the future
ah.. but the stones were once new, and the moss and grass the old… yet the moss and grass have endured, threatening to take over when you’re not looking.