Amiruddin in a playful mood with his grandpa.Amiruddin speaks only Spanish where as his grandpa, Mr Mohammad Yousuf speaks Gujarati at home. But it ain’t no barrier when it comes to the bond they share. Perhaps ‘Nanapaaji‘ is the only Indian word Amiruddin and his younger brother Ahmed knew when i met them….. ‘Naanapaaji‘ is… Continue reading Love doesn’t speak any language: Neither Spanish nor Gujarati
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Am I cold, numb and heartless
That’s a question, which at times is thrown at me by the silent face of onlookers when I am in middle of my work….. Life of a photojournalist is an interesting and a privileged one. You get to visit certain places, meet people and frame them in a photograph which you otherwise would never have… Continue reading Am I cold, numb and heartless
Protest in a different hue
One man’s art is another man’s porn; We’ve heard this statement quite often and there definitely is lot of truth in it. In the state of Gujarat, which has witnessed enormous violation of fundamental constitutional rights where people’s freedom of expression has been denied, an artist being arrested for displaying his art is definitely not… Continue reading Protest in a different hue
When the sound lets you see the truth.
Vaseem, a 22 year old aspiring journalist who is also visually impaired, uses JAWS(a software which aids the visually impaired by translating text to sound) for his studies and browsing on the computer. Vaseem along with many of his visually impaired friends stay in Samarthanam, an NGO dedicated to improving lives of the disabled. It… Continue reading When the sound lets you see the truth.
No Indians allowed. Only foreigners
I and a couple of my friends undertook a trip to Pondicherry to spend our Ugadi weekend in this coastal holiday destination. It was a road trip which was decided on the spur of the moment with the intention to break free from the rush of the stressful life we lead in Bangalore city. Hence,… Continue reading No Indians allowed. Only foreigners
Boulevard of broken dreams
The man, machine and a boulevard which is history… Surprised that we just walk on. May be helpless, but we just walk on. We walk on the disappearing boulevard, As the city, they say has to move forward
When the monks came marching
Forty eight years ago, on the10th of March in the year1959, Tibetans rose up to protest against Chinese occupation of Tibet and to re-assert their demand for complete independence. Millions of Tibetans since then have lost their lives in this struggle, and also thousands of them lose their lives every year as they attempt to… Continue reading When the monks came marching
Me, my solitude and Raju’s 350D – Part 2
Its been nearly two weeks of probation period at VT. Me and Raju’s camera (canon 350 D) did get to see some amount of life in Bangalore which was previously unknown to us. From Page 1 to Page 3 we have got to see a great deal of Bangalore. Sometimes boring stories and sometimes stories… Continue reading Me, my solitude and Raju’s 350D – Part 2
Evil Smoke
Evil SmokeOriginally uploaded by travelling writer. Helmets can save you only from the road accidents. It can’t save you from cancer. For such evils, its only your will power which can fight it out. Some facts Half the male tuberculosis deaths in India are caused by smoking, and three quarters of the smokers who become… Continue reading Evil Smoke
Do they really mean it..
The Karnataka flag is seen hoisted at the entrance of one of the popular wholesale malls of Bangalore during the recent protests over the judgement given by the Tribunal for Cauvery river water sharing issue. This was a common site in front of big commercial complexes, supermarkets, malls,multiplexes IT and BPO company office buildings in… Continue reading Do they really mean it..