A Visit to the Ramnagaria Fair

The thing about fairs is that every time they are held…they are held anew. Tradition might prescribe a set of rites and rituals to be performed year after year but every person who is either a visitor or a host at the fair takes home two sets of memories – a public memory and a…

Stop at Barhan – An Old Railway Station in Agra

This was last month during a journey from Delhi back to my hometown Bholepur, located in the Farrukhabad district (Uttar Pradesh). On the morning of 19 Februrary, I packed my bags and headed to the Anand Vihar Bus Terminal (New Delhi) to catch the 10 AM Janrath Bus(Uttar Pradesh State Road Transport Corporation) . It is…

Double Negative

These bargains we are into will always keep us wanting.The man who set the pieces is lost.And we spent too many years finding pieces of him,Saving them for souvenirs to sell.May be death is our only answer,Our only yes.But, it is not enough. (Picture taken at Ramnagaria Fairgrounds in Farrukhabad, Uttar Pradesh. All Copyrights Reserved…

Indifference

On a distant skyline,The last ray of sun went plop into the ocean,Without so much as saying,A goodbye!

An Unexpected Stop at Mathura Junction

This was in June 2016 during my onward journey to Sheopur in Madhya Pradesh for a work trip. Initially I had planned to take a direct train to Sawai Madhopur from Delhi and then to take a bus to Sheopur which is some 65 kilometres from Sawai Madhopur Station. But due to work commitments in…

Archiving in India : A Critical Rant

You must be wondering why I chose an old cigarette ad to begin this article. I am afraid I’ll have to take a little detour to explain that- Few months ago I was interning as a research assistant for a book that once printed shall anecdotally document the history of arts, media and entertainment in…

Makers of the Morning Snack- The Idliwallas of Mumbai

It is four in the morning, an eager group of formally dressed office goers, factory workers,haggard looking college students and taxi drivers stand huddled together near a tea-stall eyeing the road-turn by the Chembur local-station with mumbling anticipation and frequently questioning the tea-vendor- “When will Anna arrive?”, “Why is Anna taking so long today?”. The…