It's interesting to observe a place's timeline. It's fascinating to know what a city once was, and to live the thing it's becoming. Even as it embraces globalisation and comes of age as an 'upcoming metropolis', it's those few ancient structures that still exist, which give a threshold to the city's identity.
When you visit such areas of your own city, it's amazing how the modernity drains out to almost none and confuses you to believe you've stepped in to a 'multiple-decades-ago' scenario.
The feeling is almost euphoric.
|6.35 a.m. inside Pune's Mahatma Phule Mandai.|
|6.40 a.m. inside Pune's Mahatma Phule Mandai.|
Along with the overwhelming architecture, there were numerous other visual cues that took me back in the time, I haven't ever lived.
Pune was once known as the Cycle City. And this is still so true of the areas around the Mandai. A lot of these Bhajiwallahs cycle here every morning and park their cycles against the wall opposite their stall. Yellow bulbs lit up the otherwise dark place and spread a warm, 'old-time-like' glow. It's beautiful.
You would still see vendors with a humble note-pad and pen doing the accounts. Vegetables shall still be weighed on this ancient tarazu (weighing scale) and not on an electronic weighing machine. When we talk about Digitalisation and the Internet, we forget that the opposite is also very true in a lot of places.
This cat actually paused; meowed away to glory as I clicked her. Unlike other stray cats.
|6.50 a.m. inside Pune's Mahatma Phule Mandai.|
|7.00 a.m. inside Pune's Mahatma Phule Mandai.|
As the sun rises up, and as all stalls are put up a lot of people seem to stream in for vegetable shopping. It's been the same buzz everyday for years now.
|8.00 a.m. inside Pune's Mahatma Phule Mandai.|
There is a very pretty, but almost-in-ruins staircase there. This tabby perched on the staircase with grace and flamboyance as if it's her thrown. Wonder which all social reformers once went up and down these abandoned stairs, now taken over by cats.
|8.05 a.m. inside Pune's Mahatma Phule Mandai.|
This could have been one man who's seen Pune evolve. He probably comes here to be in his comfort setting and feel at home. Eyes closed, head lowered, palms intertwined, legs dangling, he sat there lost in a reverie, reminiscing.
|8.10 a.m. inside Pune's Mahatma Phule Mandai.|
And, his reverie breaks.
|8.15 a.m. inside Pune's Mahatma Phule Mandai.|
I love studying people. I love exploring cultural and understanding how it has evolved over time. It was lovely wondering session for the wandering me. :)