Rainy Day

Some People Like the Rrainy days and some people dont.
A lot of children like to get wet in rain, splash in the puddles and get dirty.
But sometimes there are problems in the rainy season
Some children fall down,
there are floods which children can not go to school.
some big people do not like the rainy season much.
But I love the rainy seasone.
and I always will love the rainy season.
In the schools pricipals dont like the children getting wet.
In the schools they give punish menths to children who get wet in the shool.
The Rainy season is from June till late september. – Me at 8 years old

Raincoats by Sonya Vajifdar
Models – Camilia Vajifdar and Alekha Engineer

Kattack Bang

India Resort Fashion Week 2012

Backstage coverage at IRFW 2012 held in Goa

The Other Side

Welcome to the Other Side…
Born of the Mind, deranged and wild…
Shadows unseen and often forgot…
You’ve heard the Melody,
its hook is caught…
A familiar feeling,
unusually fleeting…
Misplaced along this winding road to Evil…
The Puppet Master is at work it seems…
See the threads of our orange sun, its peeling!
Now boxed inside a dark tesseract….
A connection is felt,
through this thumping nightmare of the abstract…
Gridded walls…im trapped inside for hours…
Be still,
awareness is all…
Its body is ours…
As the rhythm keeps beating,
the Soma is seeping….
Loves salt sweating through its skin
and out its wooden body weeping…
The slime is vile,
but its fungus divine for eating…
L’escaping lost on moonlit roads…
Lets ride to the side where no one goes….
A beach somewhere along this stream of time…
Created for you my love… all by Mind…
But where am I?
The name lost somewhere along the prose…
When Moon cast her shadow on these once familiar roads…
No matter…
A thundering machine guides this crystalline night…
Dark Horse riding forth fearless…
Heartbeats synced,
chilling me to the bone with delight…
Still, it seems we’re on a road with no end…
A distrust in myself yet remains to be shed
Be still…
Breathe Now…
Drifting through yesterday in tomorrow-land but still how?
She roars at me…get your head out of the clouds!
Have you not heard this tune before?
I remember its sound…
Like its guiding me sometimes,
even when I am not around…
This Melody is sacred…
In my nostalgia it has awakened…
Hidden to be evoked
for these times truly wasted…
To remind us then,
when on the verge of extinction…
At the edge of the Great Abyss of Distinction……
to remind us of It……
…us…them….
We have Arrived
….The Great Wave…
Trust…Beauty…Life…Love…Death
….Violence….
What a marvelous Paradox…
To have needed Sound to feel the Silence…

Singapore – Oct 2012

A new home away from home…

Lakme Fashion Week 2012 (Part 2)

So the much delayed and extended second part of my foray into the world of Lakme Fashion Weeks….stay tuned for my coverage of India Resort Fashion Week 2012….

 

This City

…belongs to no one but itself…

Lakme Fashion Week 2012 (Part 1)

So I was commissioned to photograph backstage at LFW’12 for Grazia Magazine. Naturally these are not the pictures that were used by them…These are a selection from a few rolls of film id managed to sneakily shoot on the side. Ive taken I shit ton of pics on digital and im yet sorting through the 700+ pics I was shooting per day for 5 days…ugh… One of the reasons I LOVE shooting film…sooo much less to sort through and select….But there also a shit ton of really cool colorful moments captured that id have never have managed on the slow as hell hassy…oh well….ull see em soon!

The Cusp of Ganesha

Capturing the surreal atmosphere of Ganpati…

Rainsong

And once again
the rains are here…
Come my clouds,
blanket this fear…
Tears pour down
in sweetness and in sorrow…
I dream of death today as
my blood kisses her lips tomorrow…
oh monsoon breeze,
whisper a hopeful tune to me…
My vision of these skies,
brimming with mournful melancholy…
Earthy scents float by
fragrant with a time I knew…
Faint memories brought to life,
on this cold, dark, afternoon in june…
In these shades of grey
spread out over us all…
I see the shimmer of something new,
brewing within the storm…
For far beyond this ethereal gloom,
the Goddess of Love is revealing a shadowy tune…
Behind these curtains she dances with our Sun…
a rare, mysterious affair….sensual but fun….
In rapture, these skies burst out at the seams…
Her rain-song is upon us,
delightfully dripping through the leaves…
Washing away clean
all that has ever been…
slowly revealing her lustrous self to me,
under an enchanted monsoon green
Well wipe each other dry under fresh linen,
as we taste the divine sweetness of this nu soft faery skin…
Our desires roam free…
This monsoon dreams of erotic serendipity…
Its wild thunder roars and crackles from above…
As we celebrate this time
to come together in Love….