Pavement booksellers are on their way to become an extinct species.

It was probably the sweetest little joint for a cuppa chai and a hot maska bun. But Bastani on JJS Marg — more familiar as Dhobi Talao — seems to be doomed to closure.

Its art gallery — largely devoted to works by young and student artists — is as deserted as the Thar most days and hours. A café has sprung up in a roomy corner (not that many know of it).

So, the telegram staff is about to pack up officially. And the side-effect has been that the good ole postman is feeling extremely insecure.

A sense of loss enveloped me on walking into the once-scenic campus of the Films Division on Peddar Road this week. It is unrecognisable.

Anyone who loves world cinema — or for that matter just cinema — knows about P.K. Nair, who founded the National Film Archive of Pune way back in 1961.

Surprisingly, unlike book lit fests, art fairs haven’t caught on in Mumbai. New Delhi is currently hosting the most high-profile one — at Okhla.

Children are boss. Whether at book stores, the multiplexes, malls and their food courts, increasingly under-12-year-olds have become the target-clientele.

Digital studios are booming on a stretch called Link Road in Andheri, which is also the hub of movie corporations, a row of rasta food stalls, and is dominated by Fun Republic, which has survived the

Unarguably, Kala Ghoda is the city’s art precinct. And Jehangir Art Gallery, its epicentre, has survived 60 years to become its very heart and soul.