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Wednesday, 18 November 2009

  • 30X30: The End

    "Everything we do is fleeting. So unlike, everything we love."

    That would be a fitting way to end 30X30. Thank you for staying with us.:)


    [30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days.     Follow the string here]

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

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  • 30X30: The city sky

    Down the corner of a building called Sea Mist in Worli Koliwada, Mumbai runs a little lane into many lanes. Shops and houses dot the land, surprisingly for Mumbai, there is enough room to breathe. Just before you enter, is a little stall that sells food. We are prancing around for any food, and we stumble upon this father-son duo. Crowds throng a little stall- that's made up of a table and a stool.

    'How safe is this food,' reads the light in our eyes. The gentle man allows us to sample small dot-sized Dal Vadas. There are bigger ones too. And, there are samosas, you can tell they aren't typical. I ask him what they are made of: Poha, onions, potatoes and chillies..instead of the usual potato stuffing.

    I am about to pick the samosas . When a piping hot bowl of aloo vadas arrives, and he dishes them out with a spicy green chutney. Between us, we share. A little sampling of all things unique at this little stall in Worli, Koliwada.

    Go there, will you? And, when you do find your steps to the centre of the colony. It's an open space; in the evening young children are practicing their Karate moves. Their cries dance with the wind. And, right in front of you is the sea. And nearby, yet in the distance, is the Bandra Worli Sea link. At just the point when the breathtaking bridge flies into an architectural delight. Arched poles greet the city and the sky. Such a sight to be hold.

    'But city people rarely look at the sky,' my companion tells me.

    [30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days.     Follow the string here]

Sunday, 15 November 2009

  • 30X30: Woman in Love

    As I watch her, I remember the song by Barbra Streisand, 'Woman in Love.' She is draped in a beautiful black burka, her eyes standing out like moons in a night sky. Her fingers reach for her cellphone; she is checking the time. You can tell, she is waiting for time to go by. As she nears her destination, her fingers reach out for a mirror in her purse. She checks her make-up. Little hands dab sweet-smelling cream onto her flawless skin. Then, she uses kohl, and a tint of red on her lips. Once she is done, she pulls out a tiny bottle of Ponds Dream flower Talc and dabs it on her skin. The little pink bottle goes back into her purse.

    She checks in the mirror, once again. Then, she repeats the ritual. Completing it with a dab of the same flower talc. And, then once again.

    Three times in a row. Before she pulls out black lace gloves, torn slightly, and slips them on. My eyes lose her, and then she is gone. The lady in black, the woman in love.

    [30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days. Follow the string here]

  • 30X30:Everyday runaways

    Mumbai is a city with few gardens. Perhaps in your large city of dreams, there are many gardens- immense, obese and beautiful. But, in our city, we have so few. Or, so I think. And, then too, almost none of us make the time to go to a garden. And, a garden in daylight...almost never. Perhaps, gardens are in our memories like picnics from school, so long ago. Perhaps, they are in our mornings, like the early morning walks we made it to. And, maybe in our evenings, the healthier evenings, the evenings well spent.

    But, gardens in daylight are like time stolen. Time stolen from schedules that shouldn't give, and time stolen from families that don't give. There are couples- young, full of lust. They are hungry, for each other. And, some of them are shy. There are even couples that meet surrounded by groups of giggling girlfriends. Four girls watch on one girl with her lover.

    And, then there are young boys, studying. In little nooks, under trees..they are sitting with ruled sheets of paper, scrawled handwriting and cheap paperbacks. Some are lost in thought. And, some are up to no good. Loafers lurk in corners; they make me almost afraid. Groups of girls sneak out of college and gossip. They watch me curious. I am a stranger, in a garden with familiar lurkers. I am a stranger, in a garden with familiar thieves. Thieves of time. Thieves of daylight drudgery. Like, everyday runaways.


    [30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days.     Follow the string here]

Shesturningblue

  • A bit of a Writer and a Dreamer, you're most likely to find me buried in a book, watching the rain come down, or writing at my desk. Besides, I love music, theater, swimming and walking down memory lane. I laugh easily, tend to get overtly emotional... I can be child-like and all-grown-up all the same. And these, these are but wild and whirling words, my lord. You can get in touch with me at: makhijani.gayatri@gmail.com

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