Sitting around in K Block, Jahangir Puri. These photographs were stolen. This isn’t proper street photography. I just pressed my camera to the glass of the car window as we drove through the neighbourhood and squeezed off a few pictures when I saw something interesting.
Although technically K Block is an “unplanned settlement”, it is developed enough to have some rudimentary infrastructure. It has become established. There is electricity, a rudimentary rubbish collection system, some covered drains and a few water pumps. Some people have even added a second storey to their houses, accessed by a ladder rather than a conventional staircase.
There’s commercial activity, too. A chai shop, a couple of ladies displaying gaudy plastic goods for sale on the pavement or hung from a rope, a chap fixing the chain of a tricycle rickshaw, a barber, a recycler of plastic Coca Cola bottles and three men who seem to have given up trying to mend the axle of a tuk-tuk, which lies lamely on one side, like a beached yellow whale.
Life is also about relaxing and conversing with your friends. Three lads hunker down on their haunches to chat about the day. An old man with a beard dyed ginger fans himself as he talks to a young man (his son?), both sitting on a charpai (woven bed). A man wearing orange pyjamas sits on a pink plastic chair, oblivious to the clash of colours. His drum hangs on the wall behind him. An old man puts aside his walking stick as he eases himself down onto a concrete step for a rest.
All captured by me sitting in the passenger seat.