Thursday, June 28, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Angst Unleashed
This one is a sort of an addendum I guess to a post made by Bombay Addict. While what follows may not match the outrageous intensity of the signs on his post, these are still worth a mention. I should also probably point out here that the the images you see here were taken in Bombay . Tilak bridge off Dadar Railway Station to be more precise.
Graffiti in Pune or Bombay has generally been restricted to political campaigns (smear or otherwise) and general ads made cheaply by painting a public wall and adding the name of the product. Regulars of Bombay local trains will definitely know what I'm talking about. In Pune, there is a lot of graffiti that can be seen on ruined buildings, abandoned houses and even historic monuments. We have upturned crosses adorned with 666. They cater to all masses, even to a paradox lover like me. St. Bitch! Too bad I didn't get the snap of that one. I did click the upturned cross though.
All these snaps were taken with my cell phone cam. They were taken with the sole purpose of reference. My professional snaps can be found here.
Back to the topic at hand. I was at Dadar to pick up my Nikon D200. The silent curses that rang beneath my placid demenour on realizing that they forgot to reserve my model shall be saved for later. Suffice to say, I was in no mood to return to Pune immediately. I like being in Bombay too much, but what do I do? It was a weekday and all my friends were at work. I would be working too, if I had the camera but then I did say I wouldn't digress. I was walking on the bridge, decided to hoof it since I've developed this weird fascination for walking short to medium distances when in Bombay. The first few signs painted along the bridge escaped my attention, passed it off as random graffiti.
Then I came along one that managed to stop me in my tracks. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or raise an eyebrow and do a skeptical 'hmmm'. It is of course beyond the point here to mention that I cannot raise a single eyebrow no matter how hard I try.
MILF culture depicted by simple yet effective means.
Just kept getting better,
I am aware that I depicted the last one in unfair light and that there are cleaner interpretations of it, but I really don't care. I had a good laugh out of the whole thing and it even made up slightly for not receiving my camera.
Of course the one that completely made my day was the one towards the end of the bridge. A sort of an auto-advisory board I guess.
All and all, a fun walk, worth being soaked to the bone in sweat.
Graffiti in Pune or Bombay has generally been restricted to political campaigns (smear or otherwise) and general ads made cheaply by painting a public wall and adding the name of the product. Regulars of Bombay local trains will definitely know what I'm talking about. In Pune, there is a lot of graffiti that can be seen on ruined buildings, abandoned houses and even historic monuments. We have upturned crosses adorned with 666. They cater to all masses, even to a paradox lover like me. St. Bitch! Too bad I didn't get the snap of that one. I did click the upturned cross though.
All these snaps were taken with my cell phone cam. They were taken with the sole purpose of reference. My professional snaps can be found here.
Back to the topic at hand. I was at Dadar to pick up my Nikon D200. The silent curses that rang beneath my placid demenour on realizing that they forgot to reserve my model shall be saved for later. Suffice to say, I was in no mood to return to Pune immediately. I like being in Bombay too much, but what do I do? It was a weekday and all my friends were at work. I would be working too, if I had the camera but then I did say I wouldn't digress. I was walking on the bridge, decided to hoof it since I've developed this weird fascination for walking short to medium distances when in Bombay. The first few signs painted along the bridge escaped my attention, passed it off as random graffiti.
Then I came along one that managed to stop me in my tracks. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or raise an eyebrow and do a skeptical 'hmmm'. It is of course beyond the point here to mention that I cannot raise a single eyebrow no matter how hard I try.
MILF culture depicted by simple yet effective means.
Just kept getting better,
I am aware that I depicted the last one in unfair light and that there are cleaner interpretations of it, but I really don't care. I had a good laugh out of the whole thing and it even made up slightly for not receiving my camera.
Of course the one that completely made my day was the one towards the end of the bridge. A sort of an auto-advisory board I guess.
All and all, a fun walk, worth being soaked to the bone in sweat.
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