Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Mumbai Shadow Boxer

The race had not started , so I had my fish thali got down to the beach and shot some cray ones ,the Murud beach is very quiet, isolated and full of the sadness of the sea, provided you stay the night over, leave the next morning via Alibagh and by boat..

The long 5 hour drive by public transport from Murud to Mumbai can break any camels back and ass too..

I had once come here with my wife when my life was down the bin..we both had come here to understand the flow of our desaturated lives..

I thought of her while taking this shot, I could have darkened this image, but I decided not to play God..and represent things as they were pictorially presented to me..

The title is a dedicated to my bruther Bernie in Chicago..

And thank you Fleur you haunt me in my wildest moments..you are a ray of sunshine when the restless soul is inundated with the grim tears of emotional vacuity.

Murud is a wordless poetry time..

It was afer sometime of loneliness I was greeted by Habib Nasser my friend who had reached the Vinayka restaurant with his gang..

This broke me from the retrospective reverie of my restlessness.
I needed company too..too much of silence can drain you of all your spiritual energy..

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