Saturday, May 13, 2006

Riding by the minarets of pydhonie.

Ad on the bus expounding why three friends are puppets on a cross?

Saturday, April 01, 2006

All that glitters is gold in Jhaveri (Zaveri) bazaar.

Banking in Trombay

Lady overlooking over burdened loaders near Moti Theatre.

Wheels and deals near M.G.Road.

Gamdevi is street of no returns - what you buy is what you get.

Books reaching the sky of Metro

Bhelwala in Gamdevi

Green is amchi Mumbai.

Shop in the shade of Banyan tree.

Irani cake shop near Byculla market.

Road to the station is lined with yellow railings.

A blue sign at Byculla tells motorists to avoid Metro cinema junction.

Friday, March 24, 2006

The god is within me and around me - chanted the young student on way to school.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Road sign warning pigeons to not fly upwards. "where pigeons coo in their corner, and fairies' anklets tinkle in the
stillness of starry nights." - Stray Birds and a few words by Tagore.

"Who knows what the morn brings.
In a world, few hearts survive.
All I know is the way I feel.
Whether it's best bus, I keep it waiting.
The road is long, there are ticket checkers in our way.
But we wait at the steps every day.

Love lift us up where we belong,
where the conductors cry "Ticket please"

On a double decker high.
Love lift us up where we belong, far from the taxis.
We know, up where the clear morn wind blows.

Some hang on to hand rails,
travel their lives looking behind."
-- Po Stocker enroute to stock exchange.

"Yes, that is true. My father used
to drive a Taxi. All the young men of the
country used to gather at my father's
taxi loaded with TVs - and they used to drink tea and
gambol." - The King of Cabs, by Taxibondo Rago.

"Nikhil seemed to be so genuinely surprised at Premier Book Center on Lamington Road, that
I had to turn round and stare at him. Even an
outrageously good man fails in keeping up his
pride of truthfulness before his wife -- if she be
the proper kind of woman." -- Home and the world

"He said she would find me a lovely
bride with a pair of pearl drops
in her ears and dressed in a lovely red
saree; and in the evenings she would carry the
lamp round the Turning Point, and then
come and sit by me to tell me tales of
Champak from Chandamama." - Amaltas Thakur 1984.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Clothes come floating into my corridor
from other buildings, no longer to shed rain
or usher the evening storm but to give colour to
my sunset sky. -- Shokti Sagor.

In the solitude of my heart I feel the
sigh of this widowed evening veiled
with mist and rain. -- Tagore

Thursday, November 24, 2005

"Our names painted in a certain art shop ... a passage ... a painting... there must have been flower, in the beginning, where we could have made a U-turn. But somehow we missed it." -- Guldansthan and Roshankant are dudes of Sitladevi, by Som Toffard.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Lost couple carrying sick boy at Mahim Junction.

Bunty and Bubli ad near Bombay Central

Hot Nights at Marine lines. There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.- Albert Camus.

So much rain and only one umbrella at Byculla junction.

Waiting in the rain at a wet bus stop.What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about rain and bus timings. -Samuel Buckett

Watchman drinking tea, waiting for the rain to stop.

Sterling Cinema hall at Fountain. The true nature of the present revealed itself at Sterling: it was what exists in Sterling, and all that was not playing did not exist. The past movies did not exist. Not at all. Not in Cinemas, not even in my thought. - Suraj Sartre in Nasha.

Cricketers of the future and past sweat it out in the afternoon sun, with Xaviers college in background.

Cricketers at Azad maidan, the real cricketers don't play with the wimps of Bombay Gym.

Fashion street near Metro

Bombay Gymkhana and the tall OCS Building on left.