Random Musings..

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My tryst with Bombay and its denizens continues..this time the location is the strip where the rich and poor loose identity..

“The temptress goes by different names, indeed even distinctive tastes in different cities. I risk being dunked in the pitcher for such heresy, but i’ll say it: Mumbai’s is the worst. ‘Pani puri’ — what a pedestrian description. Forget Lucknow’s flowery pani ke batashey, it’s no match for the well-rounded gol-guppa. Delhi’s term encompasses not only the roly-poly product, but also its purpose; eating it serves the same social role as gossip, gup-shup. Call me biased, but Kolkata bests them all. A literary city would naturally coin a word straight out of the Golden Treasury. ‘Puchka’ — how onomatopoeically it mimics the squish in your mouth, and echoes the explosion of sensations on your palate.” – Bachi Karkaria, ERRATICA, TOI (http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/home/opinion/bachi-karkaria/erratica/Mooh-mein-pani-puri/articleshow/2076753.cms)

>I recently had a marathon walk down one of the arteries of Bombay (Eastern Express Highway). These few hours gave me a chance to interact with many people who characterize Bombay and look up to it for their daily grub. In this series I am trying to capture some of the tonalities of the daily life in Bombay. Please opine, as your comments will be helpful when I snap more in the forthcoming weeks.

Bombay Series – 1: This snap was taken on the Eastern Express Highway@Vikhroli. This bloke and a few others were working to lay a new layer of tar over the highway. The amount of soot, grime and heat amidst which they were working was amazing.