On world book day, as I began the final production of my book, this little feather flew by the window, a reminder of a slower time when feathers were used to make quill pens.
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In 2004, I was interning at The Indian Express newspaper in Bombay. Our photo editor had an unusual yet very rewarding assignment for me. Apart from the regular rigmarole, I was to be the coordinator for all the entries coming in for the In
In his teens, Harsha Vadlamani, built a robust Chemistry lab at home. So fascinated by Popular Science and Soviet science books he eventually went on to study Chemical Engineering.
Upon graduation, he was to appear for a civil service exa
I was about to turn 12 when a balm salesman took up a temporary job at the Indian Express in Bombay. Srinivas Akella, was filling in for Vivek Bendre, then known as India’s Patrick Eagar. In August, Srini was confirmed as a trainee pho
A big, heartfelt THANK YOU to every patron who has pre-ordered my book. You all know who you are so am not going to embarrass you by putting out a long list here. Purely due to your generous support and confidence, I have not just reached,
In the politically charged summer of 2014, as I stepped out of yet another rally, I came face to (no)face with this unusual fellow. Since I was on a telephoto and had no time to back up and adjust, I made two quick photos on my phone.
As a city, as my home, Bombay is pretty whacky. Its full of oddball situations and just when you least expect it, it greets you with a strange and often pleasant surprise!
Photographed over the last 4 years, a spread from my soon to be re
Inching closer to the production of my first photobook, here’s a photo that didn’t make it to the final edit.
Indians born in the 1980s will know this car well. After the Ambassador and the Fiat, the Maruti Suzuki 800 was the id
Abdul said that he was a big Punjabi man. The children insisted that his departure should be celebrated, just like his arrival. A gang of drummers walked alongside the decked up ambulance till the crematorium. Back at the parking lot, after
Rolled down the window yesterday to eavesdrop on a fleeting interaction between 1930 and 2018. #cityofcars
On a terribly hot April afternoon in 2007, a colleague at the paper asked me to step in and knock off his assignment for he was stuck elsewhere. I took it up gladly for it wasn’t too far from home and landed up on the footsteps of a hu
At the age of 22, Arundhati Bhattacharya joined State Bank of India as a probationary officer. Four years later my mother gave birth to me and many years after that, my father took me along to the SBI branch close to our home. The same bran
In 2014, accompanied by a colleague, I met Kalpana Saroj in her Ballard Estate office, a colonial structure that has many stories to tell, much like Saroj herself. Born into a Dalit family, her father was a police constable in Roperkheda, a
Last one in the sunsets and silhouettes series is a photo from a visit to Juhu beach two years ago.
To be honest, this photograph is more of a favourite of Ramesh Prabhakar, a master printer in Bombay. Ramesh Bhai, is a large hearted man
A father trying to cheer up his grumpy daughter on a June evening four years ago. The black and white version of this photo was one of the first prints I sold off this platform. Nowadays though, I think it works better in colour! What do yo
Last evening I met Indira. While many flocked to the promenade at Carter Road to watch the fiery sunset, she was the only one relishing it the most. She told me she’s from Jodhpur, Rajasthan. No wait, Udaipur, Udaipur! And if you want
From Amilo to Varanasi, on my way to the most photographed place in the town by the river - Manikarnika Ghat. My friend Anand Singh, a Kashi native, knew the person I was looking for and agreed to come along if and only if I didn’t men
Three hours away from Pathak, in a village called Amilo, lives a jovial man named Lal Bihari. Also known now as Lal Bihari Mritak - Lal Bihari The Dead.
In 1975, his uncle, in cahoots with a civil servant, pronounced him legally dead to u
To understand a little about how politics works in India, one has to go its smaller towns and villages. In the constituency of our Prime Minister, before it became so, lives a man named Arun Pathak. Six years elder to me, he is the general
If you don’t keep your head, you can’t have any peace of mind. How can you have any peace of mind if you don’t keep your head?