Category Archives: photography

Rape

She stood in front of the mir­ror pre­tend­ing to comb her hair. She brushed the splits, wiring them one by one in her fin­gers. Her nails were bruised. Her eyes sunk. She was raped.

The best home library

A Inn in Old Quebec city.

Look at me

Reaching

Berkshires

Please, come in

Hello, wife

Lost

Harvard Square

Daddy

Still

A week at Jan Swasthya Sahyog, a non-profit health org in Bilaspur

I got an oppor­tu­nity to visit Jan Swasthya Sahyog (JSS), a non-profit health orga­ni­za­tion at Gani­yari (Bilaspur dt) in Chat­tis­garh. My cousin, who is work­ing as a vol­un­teer at JSS, invited me. My visit reminded me the real­ity that India still “lives in its vil­lages.” JSS is a vol­un­tary, non-profit, reg­is­tered soci­ety of health pro­fes­sion­als run­ning a low-cost, effec­tive,

Davis Square Photojournalism Project and Canon 5D Mark II

My best shot, I think. A thin man run­ning, in deep thought. The old man next to him, frail, in jux­ta­po­si­tion with the run­ning man. For a moment, it was like his future, or maybe the old man”s past, divided by the sig­nal line cross­ing — this is his last run, he doesn”t want to fail. That”s why the title — my

The Sphoorti “Smiles” Project and Boston Photography Fair, 09

The Spho­orti “Smiles” Project was started when I vis­ited the won­der­ful kids at Spho­orti in Jan 08′ at Hyder­abad. I wanted to tell a story through these kids’ smiles. Pic­tures of poverty stricken chil­dren, with dire sick­ness and unholy con­di­tions are often a show­case of irony than real­ity. It does break your heart though. And when you break your

Love is a crystal

Some peo­ple feel they don’t deserve love. They walk away qui­etly into empty spaces try­ing to close the gaps of the past into the depths of sea. The sea only gives them harsh blows, occa­sion­ally, the chance to blow. You’re wrong if you think that the joy of life comes prin­ci­pally from human rela­tion­ships. That joy

Sphoorti — Happiness true only when shared.

It’s funny how things hap­pen at par­tic­u­lar times. I’ve been relent­lessly spac­ing my thoughts in dif­fer­ent tra­jec­to­ries for quite some­time. They were mostly per­sonal. And then I vis­ited Spho­orti at Hyder­abad. Life came to a stand-still. All the kids invited me, shout­ing “Uncle” with smil­ing faces. I don’t remem­ber this feel­ing ever. It is incred­i­ble. They don’t want

Charles River in different seasons

I’ve been in locked in my room for the past ten days (almost), except for the last week­end party, to fin­ish up my first short story — “Yuti”. I’m glad that my first draft is ready. Mean­while, it looks like so many things have changed since the last time I’ve blogged. My cur­rent project is get­ting over,

StratfordUponAvon .. my pics selected for a TourGuide

This is inter­est­ing … I vis­ited Strat­ford upon Avon 2.5 yrs back in Eng­land for a week­end .. and for all those who dont know the his­toric sign­f­i­cance of this place, well here is where Mr Shake­speare was born! I did upload some pics on flickr tagged with the same name sur­pris­ingly a com­pany called me ask­ing my persmis­sion