Wednesday, August 13, 2008

tri colour tramp

subhash chandra bose from davangere makes his annual pilgrimage to bangalore every august. as he marches down m.g. road, proudly waving the tricolour, with a legion of flags and bharat mata merchandise all over him and in his bag, he quickly picks up a tail of curious onlookers.

"they won't let me anywhere near the high court or the legislative assembly," he complains. and in bucolic disbelief he asks you pointing at his half-a-football-field sized flag, "how can they not let her in anywhere in this country". he wants to meet the chief minister. he has a bone to pick.

he insists he isn't a clever sales pitch. the money he makes selling flags, badges and other tokens of allegiance barely covers his costs. it's more about a small town fella telling the big city boys about all the people who fought tooth and nail for the freedom we all take for granted. choke. choke. "tomorrow," he tells the gathering. "i will be bhagat singh".

7 comments:

POOJA NAIR said...

you can't be serious! is this real?

waht a story!

whats his name?

duende said...

well it's true. 'jagadish', it seems.

Sagar said...

Amazing!

chaipatti said...

I am reminded how much I like your pictures and words Dundee.

Hari Adivarekar said...

ooo.... lookit all the shiny badges...he's like some decorated general... netaji zindabad!

Girija said...

You make some really interesting pictures. I particularly liked the ones you have up on Kashmir frames...
Nice!

Mehak said...

this is touching..
amazing man