Pop-Art Indian Estyle



From Mumbai to Chennai and from Kochi to Kolkota, the creative industries of India entice and inform a population of over one billion. In this crowded, colorful world, innovation is often born out of necessity and scanty resources, and can result in the very clever or the completely ridiculous. The question now arises that are the best and the brightest advertisers in India...

Rain on the Door Step



I took this picture on a rainy day in Konark. We had set out in the morning to see the famous Sun Temple of Konark, a World Heritage site no less. Sadly the Sun Lord didn't seem to be at home. I'm sorry to have missed him for my cameras sake but than again I left him a no...

Relax ! Have A Char Minar



The ceiling fan rattles, clicks and sways as it cools the chai in the chipped porcelain cups that lie below. A boy, barely 15, in a torn banyan and lungi walks up to our table and slides two glasses of water across the marble top. He then heaves out a sigh as he walks away to the next the table - the occupants of which have called out to him with a sharp hissing sound and...

FOR HIRE OK



[SEE LARGE]Is the new Horn OK Please.As seen in Hyderab...

They Look Better In Print



Last July I got the opportunity, thanks to Rahul to shoot some pictures on story he was doing for Tehelka. The story itself "Dating a Gorilla" a take on the Indian Television industry was subsequently printed that same month.Here are the pictures. I must admit the pictures do look better on the glossy white pages of a newspaper then on the pixilated screen of my monitor.All...

Saira Likes to Draw



Part of my series posted from Alwar, Rajasthan - Read the first post, Sligthly Worn Out School UniformIt is getting to the end of the monsoons here in Alwar, which means the temperature of the air is just right, the sky a bright shimmering pale blue with giant cumulus clouds floating about. There is a slight smell of wood-smoke in the air, a smell that will probably stick...

A Slightly Worn Out School Uniform

I would have mistaken Sonu for a boy if I hadn't noticed her slightly worn out yet tidy blue government school uniform. She sits in the corner of her class, wearing her boyish haircut with an ivory smile and her tiny hands around a thin notebook covered neatly with brown paper and the word "BALAK" inscribed on the front in big bold capital letters.Sonu is one the 30 or so girls who study at a taleemshala in the small village of Bondipura in Alwar district in North Eastern Rajasthan.They all huddle...