Twisted Indifference

Even the best laid plans can be rendered ineffective. Especially if you happen to be me. The trip down to Bombay for the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival was not an easy one for this photographer. After sleeping only for an hour the earlier night, I get ready and step out to make my way to Pune Station. The first shock of the day, ATM card had expired a day before. I love my bank to death but it tends overlook these tiny details.

So with the little cash that I did have in my wallet I set out for Bombay in a cab, thinking I could attend the photography workshop and then borrow money from a friend for the ride back. Great plan, except that the cab I was in decided to break down in front of the sign that said Expressway Ends - 500m. After a long and painfull process (I’ll spare you the details) I reached the workshop an hour late.

David Desouza is brilliant at what he does. He is a great photographer. Older than me by at least a couple of decades, his mannerisms reflect the eccentricies of the profession. Definitely the mark of a photographer. His vehement disregard for boundaries was further illustrated by his insistance that if necessary even spitting betel juice can be used as a form of expression. ‘Paan Thook‘ reverberated through the auditorium everytime he wanted to make a point about breaking boundaries.

The workshop continues tomorrow, although the Kala Ghoda Association website says otherwise. I hope I can make it but the lack of an ATM card might just put a damper on those plans. So do go check it out if you can, the experience is definitely worth it.