A year spent behind the lens

  October 12th, 2007  October 13th 2006, that’s one Friday which I’ll never forget in my life. A year later, I see that today happens to be a small milestone for me. I will be completing one year of my life as a ‘photojournalist’. Last year on that fateful Friday I bid farewell to the… Continue reading A year spent behind the lens

Love doesn’t speak any language: Neither Spanish nor Gujarati

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

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