Showing posts from June 14, 2015

The Banana Seller Has Gone To His Native Place Finally

I had told you about the misfortune of this Muslim banana seller who used to sell bananas on his cart at Bandra Reclamation.

His friend who was to keep his earnings had left for his hometown without informing him causing him lot of grief, he had to cancel his train tickets , and postponed his trip till his friend returned ,, and his daughter is getting married , so he has to go make arrangement but now he will get his daughter married after Ramzan,,

Whil this was being played out , the Municipality confiscated his handcart and took away all his bananas too, he has to pay fines of about Rs 6000 ..he decided to forget the cart and began selling bananas on a small platform on the road ..

But when I shot this yesterday he was happy , his friend had returned his money , and he was catching the evening train.. what made him more happy when both my grandkids met him shook his hands and Nerjis took his picture he blessed them.

And here he touched a raw chord when he said should I bring some toy…

The Childrens Garment Stalls At Linking Road Khar

There are so many things we see but never shoot , and I shoot what my heart tells me to shoot I shot roadside dwellings , huts shanties , and they dont exist anymore ,, all demolished but I have those rare pictures the happy times all gone .. Mumbai has no soul it was robbed a stake put in by the Mumbai Municipality  rich peoples dwellings their illegal extension garages turned into shops are ignored , and the poor gets bulldozers even during rains or exam time ,, I thought these shops too might get demolished one day so I shot several pictures like a greedy man and I shoot pictures with the wily mind of Uriah Heep and shooting pictures is not for making money but as a treasure trove of memories ,,

I have so much stuff on negatives slides and my wife curses me throw it in the sea and I am still holding it to give to some curator of Mumbai archives ...but he should give me money that I will give away to the poor children of India .. This is my solemn oath .. despite my own bad times ,,…

The Marathi Lady And The Fast Changing World Of Mumbai

Most if my shots of the streets are by accident , I shoot from moving buses or moving cabs .. rickshas too.

I dont own a car or a bike I use public transport ,, I once had a Santro I sold it to pay part of my home loan deficit ,,down payment sort of thing..

I decided I will buy a car only after I have paid back those who helped me get this house .. till than I shall walk or commute accordingly .

So I shoot people who are never aware I am shooting them ..and robbing their souls too.. giving their souls freedom of cyberspace .

This lady I presume brings lunch for the school kids and the rich need the services of the poor , mostly it used to be the unfortunate Marathi bai that did the bartan and katka ,,washing vessels sweeping floors ,, and they too their work seriously , were dedicated and loved the kids of the bosses .but soon they disappeared as their shanties were transformed into ivory towers for the super rich.. the poor Marathi Manoos with the money they got moved away to Panvel or…