Friday photo: Jama Masjid

This week, from one of my favourite photography spots in India… Delhi’s Jama Masjid in black and white… And from a long time ago, A space to call their own Also see: Friday photo series

A space to call their own

It is Sunday morning and the roads leading to Chandni Chowk are deserted. We cross the chaotic merry-go-round of Connaught Place in a trice and head to old Delhi. Where are all the people? The buffaloes that amble through the roads listlessly? The children who dart at unexpected moments across the road? It is so…

Sin and the city: street snacks in old Delhi

And if all the oil and spice of parathewaligali has not left you sated and/or with heart-burn, walk on… As you walk out of Chandni Chowk station towards parathewaligali, ignore the Haldirams on your right. Or not. Of all things to eat in Delhi, I found their khandvi of the rare melt-in-the-mouth variety. So Stop…

Sin and the city: in parathewaligali

Established in 1875, says the board. Five generations. That is what Kanhaiya Lal Durga Parshad Dixit’s strangely spelt parawthe are about. It is easy to believe it. True, now the employees wear spiffy red T-shirts with yellow aprons and matching yellow caps, all carrying the shop logo; there is no such thing as too much…

Morning at Jama Masjid

It’s Sunday morning and the roads leading to Chandni Chowk are deserted. We cross the chaotic merry go round of Connaught Place in a trice and head to old Delhi. Where are all the people? The buffaloes that carry on listlessly and children who dart at unexpected moments across the road. It is so quiet….

And then night in Delhi

If days in Delhi are about long hot cab rides with drivers insisting on playing CDs of Kumar Sanu hits, or have the FM stations belting out the latest Hindi filmi hits, the nights are almost magical. The heat of the day is gone, there are early signs of winter in the air. As most…

From Delhi…

Been in Delhi the last few days – haven’t been blogging regularly… Have been so spoilt as a Bombaiya, am still trying to come to terms with the work culture in Delhi (or total lack of it)… Spent my first day in Delhi riding in a cab all day with Night Queen stickered on both…

Delhi through the centuries

Just finished reading Delhi by Khushwant Singh (I cannot stand Khushwant Singh and do not like Delhi, so why did I even bother?) Discounting Singh’s sex fetish that pervades the narration, the book is an excellent treatise on the psyche of Delhi, the city. As it has been through the ages. As it is today….