Parsi food in its frank and relaxed ambience …
Parsi (or Parsee) is one of two Zoroastrian communities (the other being Iranis) majorly located in India and few in Pakistan. Parsis migrated from Greater Iran to Sindh and Gujarat, between the 8th and 10th century CE
The long presence of the Parsis in the Gujarat and Sindh areas of India distinguishes them from the smaller Zoroastrian Indian community of Iranis, who emigrated from Iran to South Asia in the 19th century and early 20th-century.
As is also the case for the Parsis, the Iranis predominately settled in the west-coast of India, in the states of Gujarat and Maharashtra. A concentration of their people live in and around the city of Mumbai. (Source: Wikipedia)
I have been to this restaurant, located at Marine Drive in Mumbai, a few times before – the first time accidently, the second intentionally; this time and after a very long time – loyally, to relish the tasty Parsi food in its frank and relaxed ambience.
Photographs of High Street Phoenix mall situated in Mumbai
The Kala Ghoda Arts Festival is held in the Kala Ghoda area of South Mumbai, India.
The Kala Ghoda Arts Festival is a nine days long festival, held in the Kala Ghoda area of South Mumbai, India; this festival always commences on the first Saturday of February.
Friends posing for a selfie, at the backdrop is the installation Ashva
Ashva is the Sanskrit word for a horse, one of the significant animals finding references in the Vedas as well as later Hindu scriptures. This installation is done with hanging charcoal. Charcoal has been used since earliest times for a large range of purposes. This hanging installation depicts the qualities of horse and indicates movement.
The Cube of Hope: Artist – Abha Talesara
This installation is inspired from the Cube Personality test where each of the elements represent an aspect of one’s personality. For example the horse represents the spirit while the cube represents the ego. The particular way in which the elements are set in this installation is representation of the artist’s personality.
Topiary of Kalaghoda: Artist- Rinkal Pravin Chheda
Topiary is the ancient art of clipping shrubbery and trees into shapes.
Dhai Chaal ki Gati: Artists – Anushka Karnawat, Chirag Agarwal (email@example.com), Kavin Rao, Parth Parikh, Vaishali Kataria
‘Dhai Chaal ki Gati’ or ‘The Speed of the Knight’ (the character represented by a horse’s head in the game of Chess) is our take on the theme of this year’s Kalaghoda Art Festival: The Speed of Light.
An abstract idea that combines the mathematical expression of the speed of light (3.0 x 108 m/s) with the checkered pattern of a chess board to create an installation that aims to commemorate the return of Kalaghoda.
When viewed from the front, one can see the three legs of the number ‘3’ which can be used to sit upon. The next part of the expression, ‘x’, is stretched to form a slide and with a step at its base. Further on , ‘10 raised to the power of eight’, is symbolised by the ten steps leading to reach the massive high, ‘8’, from which one can enjoy everything that the Kalaghoda promenade offers from an elevated view point. The last part of the equation, ‘m/s’ becomes a low seating. When viewed from the designated ‘x’ mark one can experience the mathematical expression unfold.
WISHING YOU A VERY HAPPY & PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR 2017
These are some late evening pictures photographed during the countdown to the year 2017:
My stroll in my neighbourhood for some necessary purpose led me to this elite shop – a bakery.
Then I came across a tailor’s shop, he had dressed the mannequin in the Christmas flavour.
Ahead, I found a huge dummy of Santa outside a branded cake-shop.
On the eve of Christmas I was out for some shopping and I noticed this charmingly decorated shop.
On the 1st of January 2017, the diya decoration within the compound wall of a temple for celebrating the commencement of New Year caught my attention and I clicked the pictures of the marvellous sight.
WISHING YOU A VERY HAPPY & PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR 2017
I photographed the energetic market during the onset of Diwali …
Dadar (west) market is a very popular shopping destination for residents of central Mumbai, the suburbs, and distant towns; I photographed the energetic market during the onset of Diwali.
These photographs are basically self-explanatory, if in case you need any explanation related to any of these 15 photographs I would be happy to answer you.
Diwali or Deepavali is the Hindu festival of lights celebrated every year in autumn in the northern hemisphere (spring in southern hemisphere), it spiritually signifies the victory of light over darkness, good over evil, knowledge over ignorance, and hope over despair.
She along with her colleagues had trekked in the cascade against the fierceness of the wind …
WATCHING the downpour at the rise of the rainy season, Richa recalled an eventful day of commuting in the rains …
She stood with her clothes clung damply to her skin as she gawked at the slightly submerged route for a bus, under the bus-stop’s asbestos roof that trickled in voluminous drops of rainwater through unruly scattered tiny holes. She along with her colleagues had trekked in the cascade against the fierceness of the wind, which toyed with the umbrellas and waved their clothes to drench them in the soaker, on the nearly desolate highway – to reach a suburban railway station, where she parted from the group to seek a public transport bus ––
In the gloomy mid-afternoon, the coarse sound of the rough rain mercilessly lashing on the robust glass pane disturbed the hushed office environment; it was raining unceasingly. Richa glimpsed through the window to peek at the situation outside, to her astonishment she found the streets and compound of the residential buildings situated in low lying areas flooded.
In the faded early evening, the employees of her office were informed to leave for home ––
In the sogginess of the weather her dark eyes spotted a van ferrying people for a reasonable fare towards the expressway, she hesitated for a moment before leaping in the vehicle; it wheeled on the water-logged road and halted on the periphery of the arterial highway.
‘Now a few kilometres is left to cover but the road ahead is erratically flooded’, she sulked at the gloomy situation; she sighed a pause of relief when she sighted a bus approaching, overloaded with people, luckily it halted for her. She stood near the doorway of the bus, adjacent to the driver’s cabin; other people who were packed inside were literally airless.
‘I’ll have to swim across a lake of thigh deep chocolaty water to reach home’, she mocked at the plight when the bus halted on the plain internal road ahead from her residential area because of water-logging. She successfully waded through the narrow street clogged with rainwater; a couple of times striving to balance herself against the force of the deluge. “Whew!” She blew out a breath when she reached her home on that endeavouring day.
However, the other colleagues – who had left to board suburban train, were in for a shock; due to water-logging on the tracks the local train movement had halted, they walked back to their homes on the flooded tracks.
… As she supped warm coffee standing next to the immense window of her home and admired the beauty of the greenery as rains inundated the ground for a rustic tang, Richa delightfully soaked one of her hands in the downpour.