Sunrise at the race course

Crow welcomes the sunrise at the race course.

Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me
When the shadows fall, shade the birds from cold and sorrow.

Minerva Cinema

Novelty Cinema

Mahalaxmi Station

Maratha Mandir

City Centre Mall

Barber

Big Bazaar in the Mall

Mall

Students browsing books and waiting for bus home at fountain.

Bookstall at the end of the fountain.

Pavement bookseller - What the other half reads - Carl Sagan, Born to Win and Dictionaries.

Bombay Central Express is the name of the bus that won't stop because of the crowds waiting for it at the bus stops of Bombay Central.

Pushing a cart on the roads of Bombay is not an easy job.

Streets of Mumbai are lined with trees, as you can see from this picture.

Bridge over crowded streets

I meditate therefore I am not he - Archus Chinchotia of Bhuleswar.

Chasing shadows in the afternoon sun, for it is essential to know the shadows in order to understand the sun - Alburaka.

In the shadow of the afternoon sun, a young student of Jai Hind college seeks answers.

House with a tin pot under the pipal tree with a ladder to the top.

The Fall of the Wall, it's just another brick in the rumble.

Dignified Taxi Driver

The Nausea is not inside me:
I feel it out there in the wall, in my pans,
and everywhere around me.
It makes itself one with the supari,
I am the one who is within it.
- Bald Panwalla quoting Satirical Sartre.

Like everything metaphysical the harmony between thought and reality is to be found in the grammar of the language.
Ludwig Wittgenstein

"Philosophy is not a theory but an activity" quoth the young boy outside the aarey PCO booth.

"I sit astride life like a bad rider on a mobike. I only owe it to the gravity's good nature that I am not thrown off at this very moment." -- Jockwink Wickedsatan.

I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.-- Ludwig Wittgenstein.

Dog checking out the motorcycle wheel. "For a truly dogmatic dog nothing is tragic." -- Bigwig Canine.

If he were to speak, we would not understand him -- Wittgenstien.

"Of what we cannot speak, we must pass over in silence." -- Ludwig Wittgenstein.

Playing in the streeeeeets of Opera house.

Stocktraders and diamond merchants looking lost outside Panchantrata (Opera house).

Panwalla (made from Betel nut) at Opera house.

Hot sandwiches made on a coal sigri (stove) behind Roxy.

Har koi chahe do bhiga zameen

A tired man taking a short nap on the steps of Churchgate station
after a grueling rush hour journey from Borivali.

Shoe shiners at VT Station

Manmad Express outside CST (VT) station.

Tin housing in by the railway line

Byculla Station is not crowded in the afternoon.

Cricket match proceeds in Chinchpokli, the hole in the wall is a path for people to cross the train tracks over the garbage dump.

Portable plastic paraphernalia shop in a train.

Sion Station

Housing under the powerlines don't have electricity in Kurla

Road by the railway line near Vikhroli

Housing next to train tracks in Sion.

Kurla as seen from the train

Lady seller working hard on a train.

Boy at the Vidhyavihar platform talking to his dad.

Assorted crowd in CR II class ladies compartment going to VT.

Vidyavihar Station (Vidya=knowledge, Vihar=house) as seen from the train.

Chikko seller's basket in a Central Railway Ladies compartament.

Fallen tree blocks Ghas Gali in Agripada, Bombay, after the heavy rains of 30 July 2005.

Fallen trees in Mumbai can't stop the traffice (after the heavy rains of 30 July 2005)

Vendor of colourful hand bags at dusk near AtoZ in Mumbai.

The nightcalm is turning into breeze of chaos - stack of enclosures, The dawn of plastic night begins with a small spark, and then there is nothing. Just plastic dreams, at Fountain.

Rose colored glasses,
They only see what they wanna see and my,
Heart always crashes without my rose colored,
Rose colored glasses, when hearts break like glasses at dusk, only the dead float like lamps.

Reincarnations of the departed souls

"No one is ever satisfied where he is," said the switchman. Everybody is going somewhere.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important." -- Time wasted is time existed.

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember. - The Fox

Pawna Dam, says the sign in Hindi and Marathi

ST Bus enroute to Rajmachi

Family by the lakeside, Bordi

Lost in the forest of Bordi.
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..." -- Little Prince

"Where are the men?" the little prince asked, politely. The flower had once seen a caravan passing.

"Men?" she echoed. "I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult." -- Antoine de Saint-Exupery