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A fountain in Alcazar, Seville.
A fountain in Alcazar, Seville.
Look at that hair. do you see it? Do you? Do you? I spotted her one morning in Mumbai traffic, walking with grace in a simple, clean, ironed saree with a matching blouse. And shoes. Nothing about her suggested mendicant or even very poor. But that hair … woah! I want to know the story behind it. I really, really do!
Spotted this in delhi. We were on its right, then its left. The van was absolutely unmarked. Nothing differentiated it from any other white van. Then when we were behind it, we found it offers some salvation. To the IRONING WORLD. But … that was all they wrote. I want more information.
Have you seen this van?
What are these mysterious solutions they offer to the “ironing world”?
(And what is the ironing world?)
Right then, so if YOU know what the Gita Champions League is, you have to tell me. I, too, want to ‘discover the Arjuna in [me]. Seriously! I passed this poster near Worli – but didn’t see anyone to ask.
I’m dying to know … can we see archery fights? Like the TV Mahabharat of yore? Oooh, that would be exciting. Maybe at the Ram Leela Maidan!
Can I dress up too? Is there training?
No, not another scandal. Though, maybe it should be!
This hideous doll was stuck in the grate of a friend’s gate. Were I still 11, I’d be intent of cracking the whodunit it presents.
Who’d mutilate a doll so grotesquely?
Who’d then leave it on someone else’s gate?
Is it meant to be a message?
I took this photo through the counter top of a small kirane ki dukan. I asked first, of course. 🙂
What I want to know is WHO names these things? And even if they didn’t know what poop means in English and do not associate that no one really wants something with such implications going into anyone’s mouth, let alone a baby’s, still, how would you christen a product something like that? How?
The mind is boggled.
The doors of the loos at the Salt Water cafe in Bandra. Are these super UN- pg-13 or is my mind just in the gutter? What do you think?
In Boston, there were two hotspots with uber-cool loos. One is “33” where the basins of the men’s and women’s loos are back to back and though there is a wall between them, there are some spaces so you can see other gender hands 😉 And there’s “Mantra” where the men’s urinal is communal and sports ice and the women’s stalls have 2-way mirrors. From inside you can see girls fixing their lipstick and pouting at, well, you! (Except, of course, they only see their own reflection.)
graffiti in Amsterdam near Central Station.
It’s like Peter Gabriel’s Milgram’s 37 song, which, has the sum lyric of “We do what we’re told”. The lyric refers, of course, to Milgram’s experiment on how authority can make people torture other people (mob mentality for violence //nazis, religionist/casteist/racist/genderists). And this link taught me something I didn’t know: When he performed this in concert, Gabriel got the crowd chanting “We do what we’re told.” Since the song was not yet released and the crowd did not know its meaning, they were ironically aping the results of the experiment by doing just as Gabriel told them.