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.