Kolkata and Rickshaws (2).
Sharing three more photographs of the hand pulled rickshaws of Kolkata. Do comment your honest reviews. Share ideas as well. Photograph [ 004 ] : Another busy street, another attempt of using [Read more...]
Innocence
Children as subject have always fascinated me. But, you see ! Kids are not readily available. Shot few, and showcasing them now. Do take a look and leave honest reviews of it. Shall come up with more [Read more...]
Wishing to be a stranger..
Wishing to be a stranger to the people around. There wont be a home, office or the general bustle of the streets. There wont be relationships as proper, but that of the smiles exchanged, or the [Read more...]
Kolkata and Rickshaws (1).
Kolkata's street photography is incomplete without photographs of the hand pulled Rickshaw. I present three shots of Rickshaws, different from what I had seen my contemporaries do, or perhaps [Read more...]
The formation of the Almighty , Kumartuli
Kumartuli is one of the places I go at least once and each year. Any aspiring or established photographer go there, its like the Mecca for the photographers. Sharing few photographs taken at Kumartuli [Read more...]
Dhoibat & my first performance.
Dhoibat organised a inhouse rabindrasangeet evening, based on Tagore's Monsoon songs, which often led to personification and exhibited human emotions. Today was my first public performance as a [Read more...]
Pursuit, Prayer & Promises
A snippet of the conversation with a "pir baba" of Jama Masjid, Delhi (2011). Coupled with photographs shot at Eid 2012, at Red Road, Calcutta. He asked,"what does your heart wish for?" I was [Read more...]
Blind Paradise
Sometimes on the mornings when everyone slept, she'd hum a few lines to soothe herself. She couldn't sleep nights in a row at times, but she could make out how the world worked without any [Read more...]
Eid-ul-Fitr 2012
Islam and its rituals interest me. This was the second Id-ul-Fitr shoot for me and I do visit mosques quite often. Muslim people, at least on this particular day, amaze me. They come from different [Read more...]
If only in real, I could fly. (drunkard’s poem #1)
Shooting oneself, ourselves to the infinite blue. ..floating on your dreams, pretending to fly. Closed eyes, breathing deep, senses numb, having no clue, Riding your dreams, [Read more...]