irfan, don

Syed Irfan, proprietor of E Series Mobile Zone and his beloved Don. The Great Dane responds to instructions like “sit", "stand", "come", "go" and "attack”.

horse kumar

On Albert Victor Road, Horse Kumar and his work force.

les palaces

Jaipur's nightlife. A new camera. A return to photography. Perhaps.

babaji

a hookah smoking, multi-coloured mountaineer.

back to the pit

after way too long, i returned to the photographer's pit. seen here is bruce lee mani.

bring your daughter...

... to the slaughter! basavaiah of basavanagudi and his beloved beti.

pond life

i spend way too much time staring into ponds and aquariums.

urgus unrest

above, the modest homes in urgus. each year when winter sets in, the handful of residents in the hamlet, shut themselves in and wait out the season. we imagined ourselves locked in for a good five months with nothing to do and found the proposition altogether agreeable. we were also able to arrive on a consensus for the list of things we must have in such a scenario - giant screen tv, playstation, fast internet connection and of course lots of good food and alcohol.

hale mane

one heritage home in vv puram. complete with no parking sign and the moon. thank you.

more bovines on request

this specimen of the genus Bos was spotted most recently on food street. unmindful of abusive cops and other noisy masticators, our dear friend raided dustbin after dustbin on the 500 metre stretch of tar dedicated to vegetarian munchies.

dzos and dzomos

these curious hybrids of yak and cattle love common salt. and can be incredibly persistent once they know you have some.

you snooze you win

passing out with a view.

gory ganeshas

polythene wrapped and glitter sporting gods that nobody picked up at this year's festivities.

my one functional ear

overheard telephone conversation on BVK Iyengar Road. between one linguistically gifted man and a linguistically challenged lady.

"malayalam arayo?.....er.. tamil teriyuma? kannada gotha?"

after a long pause... with more urgency and exasperation.

"hindi?...... telugu?....... marathi?"

then one final attempt.

"english?"

*click*

kushti classes

well, some good folks decided that the inane disconnected drivel i put up here was worth paying for! and commissioned me! wah wah. click here for the full photo essay i did for Janaagraha, a bangalore-based org. and keep coming back for more.