Or, ‘Snaps I Would Take While Travelling Inside A Taxi (Or Auto)’. Its not that I miss a camera all the time. But sometimes, there is nothing more you wish to hold in your hand. For there are millions of moments in this cauldron of a city, which are sometimes quirky, sometimes strange, sometimes beautiful, sometimes unbearably painful.
Taxi Snapshots of a veiled lady looking at a police ‘Public Interest’ poster of a hooded ‘terrorist’.
Of a ten-year old beggar plastered to the window of the taxi, with his fingerprints starkly against the glass, long after the lights turned green.
Of a beautiful, dilapadated mansion near Peddar Road, with a very old Parsi lady on the balcony, surrounded by shabby high-rises, bereft of life.
Of a shimmering sea, with plastic and garbage piled high on the shore.
Of cemetries of many religions side by side.
Of the ridiculous political posters on display.
Of souped-up, bright orange, Maruti 800’s with custom exausts.
Of lovers who believe themselves unseen on bikes.
Of the bangles of a eunuch shining brightly in the sun.
Of a valiant police constable, surrounded by smoke, fighting off the snarls and horns.
Of pretty women crossing the street.
2 responses to “Taxi Snapshots”
I feel you… I feel you
You said it all.
Let’s get a camera
I think it’s time
“Of a ten-year old beggar plastered to the window of the taxi, with his fingerprints starkly against the glass, long after the lights turned green.”…
Anyway, get the photos of these things, and u got yourself a masterpiece…. 🙂