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Monday, February 05, 2007

Little Bombays

Every city has a festival or two to its name. But not like Bombay. Not like this. Not just the sweep and the scale of organization, more the spirit is what I'm talking about, however corny that sounds. And even though I usually find the Mumbai Festival a bit too farflung and a bit too (erm) pedestrian for my taste, I completely love the knickknacks they have for the Kaala Ghoda Arts Festival. And even though I think the Mahim Fair and the Celebrate Bandra festivals cause way more traffic jam than they warrant, I still think that's a swell idea. And even though I've never been up to watch the folks over at Hamara Juhu sing and dance, it feels nice all the same. I have been down to Kotachiwadi for their little festival, though, and that so completely charmed me. The fish-framed mirrors and the hot vadas with chicken curry, and all the other yummy things I stuffed my face with....!

And yet, the Bombay festivals are not just about the food. Ever since I got the digicam, I've become quite the camera freak, and my friends reprimand me for toting it around whenever we go to any event/ place that could be deemed touristy, cuz they know I'm going to whip it out and dilly dally for pics. And I love that...

But I digress from my theory of Little Bombays. Tiny portions of a city that are all so completely proud to mantain their own identity, however completely fused they are to this great big teeming megapolis. Sometimes, you need to be an outsider to notice these things. Sometimes, you need an outsider to shake you out of your reverie and appreciate some of the sillier things. And sometimes you just have to have a camera handy.

To capture all the Bombays, one after the other. Discrete bundles of joy.

3 Comments:

I like this post. I like this description. I will have to, HAVE TO, visit Bombay this June.

Make that I WILL visit Bombay this June :)

By Casablanca, at 4:21 PM

Yeah me too got the Friday off ..hehe... now i hve th monay bules :((

By Viewer, at 1:38 PM

i hate working for a news channel
:(

By sarinstyle, at 3:49 PM