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Chicken-Man

Sometimes you just want to be a Chicken. Came across this hoarding advertising a Chicken shop somewhere in a place called 'Muvattupuzha' in Kerala. -0- April 1. 2014 Came across this one somewhere near Kakkanad Ernakulam

Lice Pickers

Neighbors at Jammu. December, 2012  -0- Banjaras at Fort Kochi, February ,2013. -0-

Kochi

Sunset at Cherai Beach Early Morning Fishing in backwaters near Cherai Beach Graffiti from 2012 Kochi-Muziris Biennale. Fort Cochin Cat and fish relations at fish market of Fort Kochi Chinese Fishing Net Gods and artist. Fort Kochi. Girls day out at the beach. Fort Kochi School picnic. Fort Kochi. -0-

warmth

On a cold winter night. Gurgaon, January 2012 . Damn it's already 2013. -0- Previously: In Summer
Ghungta Bricks. Noida. yeh toh hum bhi jaantay hai shehar kaisay bantay hai -0-
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slow bus to nowhere

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ekdum GOW hai

'Sukarwaar' Market'. Sector 34.Noida. 2010. For the first true made in India spaghetti westerner: Gangs of Wasseypur -0-

Tobacco Face

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for the love of bandh gobi

Aaao baby tumhay estar banaye. Lo yeh Bandh Gobi...aur imagine karo yeh tumhara dil hai. Thoda Emotion  dalo. Aur thoda sara pout.  From December 1, 1972 issue of Filmfare, this is Jaya Bhaduri in possibly one of Bollywood's freakiest photoshoot ever. Interestingly this was the issue that had Amitabh Bachchan on cover, it was his first ever Filmfare cover. -0-

kumar and kumari

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Mussoorie, Queen of the Frills

Spent an hour observing the aerial love games ofof Dragonflies. That's definitely something I always wanted to see. Rest of the weekend was spent doing something that I excel at, doing nothing. Someone again asked the one question that I always dread. A very basic question. I now hate my long answers, long rehearsed through practice. But this time, the question came with an added layer of frivolousness. At night, walking down the narrow lanes carved in the hills, a wayfarer, an impetuous visitor typical to the northern hill stations of India any time of the year, shot the question towards me from across the road, 'Where are you from, Baby!' How you wish your life was more like a Ritwik Ghatak film and how it keeps turning into a 'K.C. Bokadia Presents'. Pinball machine. Thanks to all the school in Mussoorie, game archades are still in business. Grip Test. I am a clerk. Shani gaya tel lenay shaniwar...

Fatehpur Sikri

Male Grave Female Grave And what about the middle. A guy put a chaddar over my head and starting chanting something about banishing 'Kala Saitan'. 'No, No, not the Kala Shaitan. Not the Chaddar,' I wanted to shout. The poet Guide repeated for the nth time: AKBAR THREE WIFE. ONE HINDU. ONE CHRISTIAN. ONE MISLIM. NO SON. AKBAR GOT SALIM ONLY BECAUSE OF SALIM CHISTI. NO SALIM CHISTI. NO SALIM. NO FATEHPUR SIKRI. NO TAJ MAHAL. In that instant, I realized what had happened. One moment, I was checking out a Chaddar portfolio with pictures of Tina Ambani, Shahid Kapoor and likes, and the next moment I was owner of a Chaddar sold in the name of poor women, not necessarily Muslim ( I was promisingly informed) who can't afford to get married. The scene was later repeated at the grave of Salim Chisti's kid son. SON CONVINCED SALIM CHISTI TO HELP AKBAR. YOUNG KID. TOO YOUNG TO TALK. BUT STARTED TALKING. DIVINE. AND THEN DIED. NO ...