Calours!!!

Calcutta, the repeated-to-death City of Joy, is actually beyond just that. It is not within my vocabulary limits to even try and enunciate what I feel for her, what she means to me...So I resorted to capturing the visuals of the city through my camera, a humble mobile-phone camera, neither professional, nor fancy. But am happy, it was this meager instrument that I had with me, all the time, that helped me capture my city the way I wanted to.
For a long time now, I have seen photographic representations of Calcutta and have been deeply distressed at how it has been reduced to a set of visual archetypes...frankly, I was aching to break free of that mould...not to consciously do something "radically new", but to show to others the so many other faces of this city, that grows inch by inch...grows on you...




















Acknowledgment: I thank Sovik Jana from the bottom of my heart. The camera belongs to him, and he has let me keep it, never wanting it back. Thanks.

Mahishadal...ruins

These are images of the Mahishadal Rajbaari...or the palace of the once-royal house...now abandoned and decrepit...

Faces of Mahishadal

Mahishadal...
Is a small suburb in the district of Midnapore in West Bengal. These photographs were taken on my recent visit to this place, not very far away from Calcutta, and yet, vastly removed from the city in terms of the visuals it offers. Quaint, slow and idyllic, it offers the rush of a sudden vacation: much-wanted and much-cherished...
This series focuses on some of its people, seeped in conservatism, and uncomplaining, comfortable in its uncluttered uncomplicated simplicity...some of these images are identifiable by virtue of being so generic of all Bengali households, its rural ones, most certainly...