Chor Bazaar- we recycle the past
This was a part of my visual ethnography project at IDC. Chor Bazaar is a rather infamous, dingy, yet huge market area in south Mumbai a little ahead of Crawford market. No one can really say where this market really starts or ends. It is refered to by different names like Nal Bazaar, Mutton street to name a few.
Here are some glimpses of the bazaar.
The Victorian furniture, the telephones, chandeliers, the tin boxes; everything makes me want to live in the time they would have been in use. It sets me thinking about the hands and faces of those who made them and those who used them and collected them.
where times stands still…
and faces speak of places…
Memories are intangible, a dear incident cannot repeat itself in actuality but the small things that are associated with it remain. They in turn become the symbols of those special times. They might not be momentous memories always; small little incidents that have made you smile in the past are the ones that make us happy.
“Be it the doll whose hair you braided all day, the greeting card your first crush gave, the earrings that you did not like but your dad got them from his work trip, the tie you bought your dad from your first salary, and so many more are all metaphors of frozen memories”.
Products are never isolated from people.