
Studying to Fail.

Through the Highways of Globalization


On a Sunday afternoon in Sayeed Nagar, Pune I follow a friend into the back lanes of a Muslim Neighborhood as he head to buy meat. Beef was clearly one third the cost of goat meat, affordable for low income India. My friend is a caste Hindu. I saw an Abaya store after a year and beef was sold openly in a homogeneous space. These are invisible spaces of a public which are hidden behind residential townships that are inhabited by NRI investors and the IT Elite. Yet, these low income minority areas are valuable to the mainstream as votebanks.


I could not imagine any savarnas to be here. There are multitudes in every city.






My writing practice is undergirded by the ethic of representation and recovery, a response to the chaos of the everyday mayhem where where things seems just about ‘normal’. Writing ethnographic archives is the core of my written word artistic practice. Long term projects are painstakingly hard, takes a lot of time, yet the series of conversations with Autowallahs and Cabbies are a glimpse in to urban life, entrepreneurship, tech innovation and the view from below. It is a chronicle of agency more than any other tangential impulse.
