handi season

September 8th, 2010

dahi not diesel.

September 7th, 2010

we zigzag, jumping signals, bullying smaller shits, disrupting dangerously.
we’re obviously┬ánot going to stop for you mr policeman.

our drums beat harder, whistles get louder. some of them beauties blush but most shy away.
either way, they are all miles behind by now. not meant to be.

our trophies are there for all to see. our middle fingers ready to signal at other trucks.
its more fun this way.

together we eat and smoke. curse and laugh.
together we effortlessly duck below oncoming tree branches.

we are loud and rowdy.
tomorrow onwards, we will behave.


June 23rd, 2010

old men!

December 31st, 2009

on day 4 of our christmas ride; as we look for a boat to help us cross the bay, we pass by bandcha wada and our three latest chums.

school dropout turned village hoodlum; complete with sidekick teddy, manga bag, revolver and empty bottle.

washed-up cricketer in red ensemble including ‘party time’ sandwich box, red zero watt bulb, sheepish smile

roadside romeo; all swagger and thick brows.

~ konkan coast, maharashtra


December 14th, 2009

independence day, in leh

November 20th, 2009