Mumbai
I have been in Mumbai for 45 days but not really done Mumbai so to say, notwithstanding the Boat Show, the Vintage Car rally and Barcelona, which is not really Mumbai.
I plan to do Mumbai over the next few days. This morning I was out on Street Fighter at 05:30 hrs and headed to the Taj Mahal hotel. Got a few shot out there. The Gateway is under repairs.
Next was a by lane at the end of the road. I got the shot of the day here, in low water, of the Mumbai harbor inner bay and beyond to Karanja Island.
Next I skidded to the fish market to witness the auctions at the Sassoon Dock but no luck with pics. Very noisy auctions, but the docks vibrate with energy, the noisy tough Koli women fight hard to buy the fish. Plan to repeat that later.
Photographing inside the docks is forbidden. Maybe a good cell phone can beat the Security.
Let’s see what I get over the next few days. Will definitely skip Malabar Hill, the Queens necklace. Will look for lesser known nooks and corners.
2008/03/20
2008/03/19
2008/03/14
Tribute to Ladakh: Best seen large
TRIBUTE TO LADAKH
She stands at “Savdhan” admiring the blazing blue skies and the mountains beyond. Tis a lonely road. It’s a kind of Magic. Ladakh! Leaves many brain dead. The call of the Mountain is strong. Nirvana.
She called last night from thousands of miles away…she talked Ladakh, Buddhism, Peace, Flags, this dung La that dung La. Strange. No golf. She’s an Alice in Chains for Ladakh.
It was a day in July, in the high mountain passes. Loneliness. Was it a dream?
Ladakh provokes thousand different thought to different people, in so many ways.
Blessed are the glaciers, the raging rivers, pristine treeless surroundings.
Tis so easy enjoying pics like this in front of my comp, laid back in comfort. How did I feel that day? BETTER coz Pappa was a Rolling Stone. The Solitary man and his Woman. Biking. Mountains. The meaning of Freedom.
Some of my young biker friends on Flickr go back again in again, the magnetism of Ladakh has that pulling power…. Lets Just Ride. Like Mani Babbar, Motographer. Will they ever stop? They are very talented with their cameras.
I can at best view my pics again and again. Tis the snapshot in the family album. The best there is, is Ladakh. No doubt.
Will I go there again? No. Choice one is Vegas. There is a beggar on Flickr who lives in USA. He is a guest of honor at Caesars Palace. I will deal the Jack of Diamonds to him on the table. Although the Clubs weapons are more.
The memory all fades now…..
She stands at “Savdhan” admiring the blazing blue skies and the mountains beyond. Tis a lonely road. It’s a kind of Magic. Ladakh! Leaves many brain dead. The call of the Mountain is strong. Nirvana.
She called last night from thousands of miles away…she talked Ladakh, Buddhism, Peace, Flags, this dung La that dung La. Strange. No golf. She’s an Alice in Chains for Ladakh.
It was a day in July, in the high mountain passes. Loneliness. Was it a dream?
Ladakh provokes thousand different thought to different people, in so many ways.
Blessed are the glaciers, the raging rivers, pristine treeless surroundings.
Tis so easy enjoying pics like this in front of my comp, laid back in comfort. How did I feel that day? BETTER coz Pappa was a Rolling Stone. The Solitary man and his Woman. Biking. Mountains. The meaning of Freedom.
Some of my young biker friends on Flickr go back again in again, the magnetism of Ladakh has that pulling power…. Lets Just Ride. Like Mani Babbar, Motographer. Will they ever stop? They are very talented with their cameras.
I can at best view my pics again and again. Tis the snapshot in the family album. The best there is, is Ladakh. No doubt.
Will I go there again? No. Choice one is Vegas. There is a beggar on Flickr who lives in USA. He is a guest of honor at Caesars Palace. I will deal the Jack of Diamonds to him on the table. Although the Clubs weapons are more.
The memory all fades now…..
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
