There is yet to be a photo-walk that involved a busy market place which did not wake me up in a jiffy. Most of the walks we head out to happen to be in the mornings, on weekends or on national holidays. So you end up squeezing the best of a Friday and then wake up to the lazy Saturday morning click-aroo. And, you mechanically grab the tooth brush, zombie through the rest of the routines, grab the camera and head out.
The first five minutes at or near the venue is usually a huddle,getting to know the new faces, recalling the old ones. And then, you enter the market. It’s like waking up to the sun when you expected the moon, a bitch slap.
When the sun rises to a high, killing all the hues and taking the textures with it, you call it a day. It’s time to reminisce the moments when you grabbed time by the hem of its drapes.
This is one of the frames I got at Tipu’s fort, near KR Market at Bangalore. The paint is flaky at almost all places in the insides, but it weirdly, adds to its mystery. Made me think what must have happened here, what all have the walls seen?. This, I must attribute to finding a skeleton (still chained to the wall) in Humayun’s tomb (or some other asshole, I don’t remember clearly!) in Delhi on a school trip.
Can you imagine the glee of finding a skeleton in a clean swept archaeological-place ? That too on a humid Thursday, years after the realization that being Spiderman or Batman or Superman or He-Man and juggling it with school life would be extremely difficult. Not to mention the knuckle raps that the muscular vice-principal would belt out if you get caught in the corridors, loitering.
Can you imagine ? Can you ?
If you can’t imagine, then you should go back and do something about your school days. I’m getting endorphin rush just thinking about them.
Another from the Sunday rendezvous. I’ll most likely be spamming you with the Sunday produce for a long time,