Saw this rare photo of Safdar Hashmi - the Indian street theater activist who impacted grassroots social and political reforms in the 80s.
This commes de garçon incense does transport you to its namesake city (at Odin)
Back to a Brooklyn state of mind.
Time square rayban street vending Machine fitted with credit card swipe and try on cam. #CasualCommerce (at Forever 21)
How I missed you! Back stateside. (at Van Leewen)
These wise men and women from deserts, plains and mountains spoke about the incredible journeys they had taken. Some had halting but precise perspectives and some just conveyed the same with a brooding blank stare.
The octogenarian man who fled from Tibet to make his new home in dharmsala, the woman from Jodhpur who ended up not getting married to the man she loved (when she was a teenager) only to find him back 50 years after, the septuagenarian Buddhist nun who sometimes sneaks out of her monastery skipping her religious routines to enjoy a cup of chai from a roadside stall, the man who spends an hour everyday to nourish and groom his beard.
All of them obliged with a big smile (some toothless) when I requested them for photos. One of them wanted me to delete the ones that were over exposed and the bearded man shared his mailing address so I could send him a printed copy.
Tibet in exile! Dalai llama’s summer house. Adding color to my screenplay exposition. These ranges are earth flexing its biceps. (at McLeod Ganj)
First leg - at the foothills of the majestic Himalayas. #kasol
#Ragasthan weekend. Scorching sun and bitter cold nights. Stargazing and EDM on the Dunes. (at jaisalmer rajasthan)
Sandstone and sunlight inter-play #PatwaHaveli (at Patwaon-Ki-Haveli)
A week of music, films and fun #ragasthan (at Jaisalmer Fort)
Sunday morning breakfast with Live test match cricket. Home. (at Bangalore)
Can we get on with the spirit of the games now? Media obsession for ridiculing can resume post-Sochi.