Guard at the Hazira Port – found the contrasts fairly interesting. I think the guy had snuck out for a smoke … the shot definitely made it seem that way.
This was interesting for another reason, because of the nature of the shot and the seeming distance between the Sea and the land, it seemed like the barbed wire kept out the sea
This was shot in Mumbai – near the University. I found the interplay of light and shadow quite fascinating. It reminded me of the smaller gate that led into a fortress or a jail …
And this felt like someone was going to fence off the sea
And, this is possibly one of my favourites. A sunrise shot – at Hazira. The angle made it seem like that the winch was lifting the sun
What is development ? it is security to be who you are….
school girls playing kho kho in the area between the school and the temple. Sanaswadi, Shiroor, Pune District Maharashtra
Girls in School, look at the smiles – you can’t buy these smiles. These smiles come from confidence, freedom and being wanted.
Everytime i feel depressed, i try and get back to basics – to one of these schools, far removed from the hustle, bustle and cynicism of everyday city life.
Is it perfect? No. Nothing is… but, is change taking place … perceptibly so.
Old pictures that remind me that i have not been shooting – need to start again
I kind of love shooting black and white. somehow there is that romance of photography that comes through .. a snapshot in time
My grandmother (nani) praying. I asked her once whom does she pray to… she said i pray for that which is the maker of all, but i pray for you…
One day i will have a series of portraits from Mumbai labelled waiting. In an over crowded city with no privacy men, sometimes women, make their own space for a brief instant in time – and usually no one bothers them.
it is said that no one goes hungry in Mumbai. And it is possibly true. It is also said there is always honest work to be had.. and that is also true. What is not emphasised is that it is usually back breaking and soul destroying.
And Mumbai in the rains, on my favorite road – Worli Seaface …
My grandfather (dada) Calamur Mahadevan (1901 – 1962) – geologist, scientist, nationalist, feminist, father, husband, friend, teacher. Prinicipal at Andhra University. A man who educated his wife after their marriage, and insisted that she go out and work with the less privileged.
My Grandmother (dadi) Satyavati Mahadevan (1916 – 1993) - poet, musician, writer, wife, mother, grandmother… My love for the epics and the Gods comes from her.
My father (standing extreme left), My Uncle – periappa (extreme right) and my aunt (attai) in the centre. A few years before they were all married . Their father loomed large in their lives. His death anniversary was on the 8th of April. I can tell you, they are still to recover from his death.
I wish i had known him.