Respect

Commercial Space

Vice Versa

This mannequin sits in the centre of the Levi's Square, Brigade Road, Bangalore. She (it would take some effort to call it it, as you can see) sits on a seating space for enough seating for other shoppers as well. The clothes are kept deliberately next to her, as if she is in limbo, just taking a breather from the shopping.

The best mannequin I have seen in my life, till date.

(Ah, and the shop assistant immediately came over to mention that taking pictures is prohibited, as soon as I clicked this!)

Straight Jeans

The new ad for Lee Jeans in Bangalore. This wouldn't have cost more than two thousand bucks per showroom. Creativity to draw attention, at it's best.

The Unicorn

After about two years, and about fourteen thousand five hundred kilometers all driving across the crazy distances of delhi, my first bike, the Unicorn would be sold soon. UP 16 J 36 42 (chattis bayalis for the parking guys).
This above was taken on a crazy evening below a street light. The red helmet, the drives across Noida to Mayapuri, those late night freezing drives to Gurgaon and back, this baby still always started on the first kick.

I'll miss you. For your name, for sure.

Drunken nights in delhi

Couple of clean glasses, a cd of jazz and blues. A crying guitar. Thoughtful philosophizing.



Rajinder da dhaba in green park. A parking place. 9:55 pm. Just enough time to get one last bottle and coke and ice. Conversation just flows.



Apparently, so does a lot else :)

The Daily Commute

I have been playing a lot of NFS Most Wanted (Black edition, if you have to know) lately. It is a stunning game, and extremely enticing for a person who cannot spend extended hours at playing his games. Twenty minutes a day is what I spend in a race, and then the next day smile when I see a Lexus LS400 at a parking, even going around to saying, "Baby, you were great last night".

But well, this post is not about NFS. It is about the stretch of road from my home to my office. My daily commute. At night when I am playing NFS, I routinely come across tracks like this.

And then, in the morning, I drive across this.

1.3 kms stretch of a magnificient fort on the left along the road (takes me a minimum of 30 seconds to whizz past). Screeching turns, a drop which you can imagine a Porsche jumping over, a red light whose existence NO-ONE ever acknowledges, and the slow unmindful traffic drudging along.

I cross Tughluqabad every single morning, and it is a pleasure unparalleled to be able to turn your bike at high speeds through the corners. And the feeling of grandeur that I mention here is humbling at the same time. Where in India can one hope to be part of such history every single day of one's lives? These pictures have not completely captured the grandeur of what I am trying to convey here, more because anyone with a camera in delhi around 26th January clicking pictures is presumed to be making a plan to blow up the place soon. So one has to be careful about those sensitivities. These though might help.

To Haryana

Point of view

The Doors

Life's plan B

Dirty Rain