The title is a line from a Bollywood song of 1956 which is a sort of unofficial anthem of Mumbai. In trochaic tetrameter, the title says something like “move a bit, pay attention.” There’s a video link to the song at the bottom of the post if you haven’t heard it, but I won’t attempt a full translation here. Instead, I’ll echo the song in images, and give you just a few photos of the odd ways in which you can experience a city that you live in it. I’m sure a tourist will see something else altogether.
The featured photo was from a curious experience I had. A photo shoot on the streets of Mumbai is not unusual; most often it is a movie or an advertisement shoot. There aren’t any wedding shoots here; I guess people travel to exotic locations for wedding shoots. I was curious about this bunch of youngsters who were just doing a photo shoot for nothing. Was the photographer trying to build a portfolio? Or the subject? Anyway, it gave me a nice opportunity to ambush the shoot and get a photo of one of the contradictions of the city.
The monochrome photo above is a spot I really like and go back to in different seasons to take photos. In the foreground is a 19th century building in the old local style, and the tower behind it is the stock exchange. I like that contrast as well as the nest of data cables overhead. I took next photo at a pretty iconic spot in Mumbai, but instead of the buildings, I concentrated on the road with the puddles from one of the last monsoon showers of 2023.
We stopped for a coffee after dinner at this place. We use it often, and we don’t notice it much any longer. But this evening I stood at the bar and looked at the windows. Glass and mirrors are wonderful for photos. That evening I saw the indoors and outdoors in one view. I liked that.
The photo on the left above was my first glimpse of the strange photo shoot that I wrote about earlier in the post. I liked the light, not just the one that the photographer’s assistant holds, but also the street lamp which looks like the moon. The second photo is a sunset on the Arabian sea. I pass this spot daily. But on that day, the light stopped me in my tracks. I was very happy that nowadays I always carry a rather decent camera in my pocket. And that reminds me that all these photos are taken with the same constant companion camera.
Let me leave you with a final image of Mumbai as a blade runner’s city, earth’s little satellite lost in its glare. You could imagine a Deckard walking those spottily lit streets, scanning crowds, retiring people. Looking out at the sprawl of mid-town Mumbai, with its old high-density chawls served by buses and the new high-density housing served by underground car parks, I sipped a scotch and imagines the sea taking its own back in twenty years.