SPEAKING OF CONFIDENCE

As i gather this little street poster just came back from a highly effective motivational camp.

THE ART OF EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATION

Graffiti chanced upon in Sydcity

Sometimes it takes very little to send a message across.

BAPU

It was a part of CHALK THE WALK. A charity event to get kids off the streets.
Shelly had chalked an extraordinary image of MKG to signify the multiculturalism of Australia. It had taken her two days under the hot sun.
A very patriotic indian (presumably earning in dollars) told her the father of the nation cannot be depicted on the floor.
She'd shit in her pants. But it was closing time for the show.

But really, the mahatma wudnt mind for charity. Would he?

MY NEIGHBOUR

People said he did not have many friends. That he was a loner.

I often wondered if it was just his underappreciated sense of humour.

POLITICAL PUNKS

John Howard's election for the 2nd term dint go down well with many aussies. Especially the ones with the paint cans n stencils.

He is not half as bad as Bush though.
Even if he is a tad uglier.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHY

Or how.

Hell, i dont even know who he was.

With the general state of apathy prevalant here, I would prefer getting murdered in Bhubaneswar .

On a different note, street graffiti in sydney is a lot more artistic.

R.I.P Mulrunji.

(I think it was Mulrunji's drunk attorney who walked past me with a paint can in hand while i was taking this picture)

THE UNVEILING

This is my hunting ground. Since a year and a half. Just another vibrant city with its own unique way of living. Sydney, in a way, is no different from New York, London or Bombay. The same fast moving life, bursting at seams, flyers thrust into your surprised palms by hands morphing out thin air at busy intersections, vulgar consumption of energy, drugs, crime and pollution. Bad in so many ways that it takes a whole new identity out of it and bonds with every sydney-sider in such a way that it makes itself a part of your life. Alongwith coffee. and sex.