Rest House Crescent
The weather was classic Bangalorean. The smell of last evening's rain filled the air as workers dug up yet another narrow stretch. There was a cool breeze, warm afternoon sunshine filtering through tall trees, slow-moving cars looking for that elusive parking space, a school girl on her bicycle exchanging a love note with a boy from another school, well-dressed executives reluctantly rushing back to work after a large lunch and the smell of marijuana floated in from under the thick foliage of the Rest House Crescent Park. All this and more was happening on the Rest House Crescent Road on a Thursday afternoon but Mr Mazumdar was busy in his own world. He sat on the pavement outside an old Bangalore home, sketching and preserving the building's little details on paper, before it disappeared. He told me that he has been doing this for 19 years now.
7 comments:
Gosh! Can we get to see his work anywhere?
Sigh. Oh dear old Bangalore full of Mr. Majumdars and reluctant executives and marijuana.
seems someone interesting.
nice post.
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The Fun place.
Who is this guy? Where can we see his work? Or the person? Please post details
Nice post. Bangalore isn't my city. However, I like your posts. Very quaint.
love the ambiance you created with words to garnish the image! fabulous!!
The picture asked a simple questio. Who is he?
I love discovering the streets of a city and chatting up with random so called 'misfits'. That is where the heart of a city lies.
I'll definitely be following your content =)
Was looking for something and stumbled upon this. Home=)
I grew up in this place. Till today its home=)
It would be really nice if we could see the sketching.
Thank you=)
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