Urban India is place of absurdity, condradictions, and strife. The sprawl of political structures on crowded pavement, laid bare on the back of shifting social tectonics is awkwardly orchestrated chaos. Concrete behemoths spring up like mushrooms, while ancient monuments stand guard. Urban India is an emergent pattern born from the competing desires of progress and tradition, part mythology and part technology, a grand illusion that is as real as real can be.
I have struggled to make sense of being surrounded by rust and cement; by poverty, pollution and endless cacophony; by humans swarming together to drive abstract economic engines to be rewarded a life of squalor, grime, and decay. Despite the absurdity, some still find meaning.