A day in a life of Bandra

A decade ago when I was a newbie this city, Bandra seemed like the perfect nook.

The sea, the pub, the art, the food…it was all here.

And most importantly there was the subculture. There was space for the ones who lived here and the ones who came to live here. And back then subculture was not the new mainstream thankfully

But when I lived in Bandra I did get caught up in the regular stuff and didn’t go running in the morning to the sea, or stop by the favourite pub at the corner. I did not walk about the random lanes to find more street art.

So last year midst some random things I wanted to do, before I moved to another part of the city… I decided to go for a walk with @Alisha and get to know about Bandra.

The history, the story and the fading away of tradition into the abyss of urbanization. 

The beauty in the swamp in some by-lane

The new and the age old way basking in the morning sun

Creepers and old walls have history together

Oh you erotic memories and morning light

The old world charm of @TajMahal Tea House

Let's play a game, let's check your eternal love for me,mate!

Dystopian Wall

Lost on a side trail, this has history embedded

Yes that long ago, during the attack of the plague

Bandra that was Ranwar

Paint of this time, filigrees of that time 

Homes and history

Walls tell stories

Light and Shadow and greens

That window on that road

Chronicles of 2015 : Part II

Where the river whispers all night

This was a trip I awaited forever. Thank god by the end of it,myths were broken and I came out a little more cynical in a better way!

And I came out wanting to play with the camera a lot more, thanks to another friend who trusted me with his lenses. Also I hereby rename Istanbul as the cat city. I have way too many favourite cat clicks and I have been told not to flood the internet with them L

Destination Anywhere

I just saw these two women, defying age, speeding towards their respective destination. They just happened to cross and I just was there.

The two worlds collided, not knowing they did. The wrinkles on the skin and almost no skin visible has all the story there is.

Talking chairs

On the Asian side of Istanbul was this antique market. Given the freak hoarder I am, I wanted to take everything. Only issue being I couldn’t. And then I saw these two, the wise old ones, recently had some sprucing up. They sat by the street, looking at the world passing by and taking notes of everyone’s story.

Nightfall

The color of the dusk or dawn is fascinating. And when you have a semi arid town where the houses were made of cave dwellers carved out of the valley walls, and dusk falling…well you just never want to forget that image. The tiny lights from a distance seems like millions of fireflies chanting to restore peace and hope for a better tomorrow.

Love and Butts

This is not a photographic genius. But this story has changed me as a person. This is in the actual museum of innocence, and this is Kemal Bey putting together some 4136 or a number like that cigarette butts that Fusun smoked at different points in their rather iconic decade long, not the usual relationship. Also he writes a short description about each one of them…I mean if this is what unrequited love does to you, I probably never want it requited or not.

Modern Art

Racing against time on a trip kills me, but thrills me too. Though this one I regret. I wanted to be here for half a day if not the full day. Two of the artworks which by their sheer scale and finesse inspired me to find joy in everyday creation. These two are from the Instanbul Museum of Modern Art .