At an ongoing inter-school cricket tournament, the boys of Bishop Cotton School embarked on a novel method to juice themselves up when playing against weak teams: A self-inflicted penalty for every boundary conceded. Narcissistic and full of piss. That is what you normally associate cricketers with, even amateur or budding ones in this cricket-mad nation.… Continue reading HERE IT’S 5 PUSH-UPS FOR EVERY 4
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HER LONG DRIVE TO JUSTICE
You never know what sexual harassment does to a woman, do you? It made Venkata Lakshmi turn to the law books, while driving an auto to feed her family. “She didn’t charge me a rupee more than the auto meter,” said an incredulous young girl who travelled in an auto in the city recently. She?… Continue reading HER LONG DRIVE TO JUSTICE
From Uzbekistan with love
All credits to the Bangalore’s infamous rush hour traffic jam, I reached Palace grounds an hour later than the scheduled time I was to meet the ‘Russian artists’, who are in the city as part of the travelling Jumbo Circus troupe. My worst fears were true; most of the artists who were initially waiting for… Continue reading From Uzbekistan with love
Saving (Finding actually) Private Bahadur
Circa July 2007 This is Men (Meen) Bahadur, a 10-year old Nepali kid at the Government Boys Home (Located close to both KIDWAI memorial hospital and NIMHANS) in Bangalore. Sitting behind him in the long corridor of the Boys home and crying, is a mentally disturbed inmate. I asked the officials why that kid was… Continue reading Saving (Finding actually) Private Bahadur
Lacklustre Bangalore IT.in 2007
Bangalore IT.in 2007 being held at BIEC(Bangalore International Exhibition Centre) has received a lukewarm response from the IT crowded Bangalore city. Here is an image of the ‘May I help You’ Help-desk which was of no help to the sparse crowd that had gathered courage to drive down to BIEC, located at 10th mile Tumkur… Continue reading Lacklustre Bangalore IT.in 2007
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
Hand of rex
This is Rex, all decked up in jewels and an eye catching Blue Saree, waiting for the events of the evening which were summed up as ‘Breaking the Silence’ to start.Who is Rex? Rex is a cross-dresser and part of the group ‘Sangama’, an organization fighting for rights of the sexual minorities.The events of the… Continue reading Hand of rex
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
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
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