Continuing the Vadapav trail while I spend the ending and the early year in Ahmedabad. Explored another street food outlet here called ‘Karnavati Dabeli & Vadapav’. The place has various outlets across the city, I visited the one in Bapunagar (exact location details at the end).
Whenever I have visited Ahmedabad, I have never missed a chance to indulge in the street food of this city. Even the smallest cart on the streets will have good quality stuff to offer. They will never compromise on the quality of ingredients used or the whole hearted preparation. Thus even if its small hawker on the streets, I don’t miss a chance to stop and experience it.
While watching the episode of @historytv18 IRT, India’s Deadliest Roads, I remembered my road trip through similar roads. Till date it has been the most breathtaking (literally) of road trips that I have ever done. I recalled driving on the edge of the road. Most of the road was wide enough for only one vehicle, overlooking the deepest cliff on one side and the shattered mountain rocks, waiting to slide, on the other.
There were times when I could see a bus or a truck coming in from the opposite direction and it was best to stop on small patches and let them pass. A decision taken under a second of ego would have resulted in hours long of traffic jams. There were times when I felt, why I was doing it. The thought of turning back crossed my mind, every time I saw a wide section. I wanted to zip past, but one could not drive higher than 15-20 Kms/hour on these roads. I somehow wished the road would end and so would my ordeal.
My Sundays’ generally start early as I head out on the streets of Delhi, exploring and capturing places with my camera. Once I am done photographing, I visit a local eatery and experience its food. I wonder, whether it is the love for photography or the food that makes me wander out so early on a Sunday. This Sunday too, I walked out with a similar agenda.
Once I got done with my ‘sight seeing’, the next agenda was to finalize a place to have breakfast. It was 11 AM and most of the breakfast special eateries were up and running. Since I was in the vicinity of ITO complex, Udupi Cafe came out as a strong choice. The brand name sounded promising enough to lure me into visiting it.
Sometimes I am thoughtless, tired and I don’t know what to write. I feel like sharing the image without a description.
However the story teller in me kicks in, makes me want to write something descriptive. But then I realize, what matters is that we are sharing with others. Maybe our sharing inspires them in one way or the other.
So why should I stop, even if I don’t have anything to write about it. I should just share and let it do its work.
Pictured here is the Isa Khan’s mosque inside the Humayun’s tomb complex in New Delhi.
When I am clicking people and I know they are aware of it, I always seek their permission first. And before I even do that, I talk to them and make them feel comfortable. People are pleasingly pleasant, all we have to do is break the ice. Just walk up to them and strike a conversation. Sometimes even a simple smile can do the job for you.
This man was selling custard apples on the streets of Paharganj, Delhi. The display of the fruit captured the group’s attention and we started clicking it. I saw him standing far behind against the blue shutter of the shop, waiting for us to get over with the job. I saw him and smiled, he smiled back. I went up to him and asked if it was okay with him if I clicked him. He happily accepted. Once I was done, I showed him the picture and he said “Ekdum badiya” (absolutely wonderful)!
Hazrat Nizamuddin Dargah, Nizamuddin, New Delhi
Somedays we are calm and lively. And on somedays we tend to act edgy, rude and grumpy. On our ‘bad’ days we forget who we are, we forget our relationships and friendships, overall we forget humanity.
We are on the edge, waiting to be triggered and give it back to the person with full force. And when we are done we feel good…momentarily.