Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Day In And Day Out I See This On Bandra Hill Road

This is a street scene bang opposite the Bandra Police Station each time I pass by it vies for my camera attention I am wiser as this scene makes me visualize life in all its morbidity.

It makes me see lifes wear and tear , I can give sexual connotations to this scene akin to a street rape only thing that bothers me is whether the Lambretta is humping the bullet , or are they both sadistically sodomizing the Maruti..

I leave it to your imagination it surely cant be as fucked as mine.

And all three victims of Fate , travesty of street justice wait to reach the other side of Bhangar shop once the court case in which they were involved gets its hearing..maybe another 15 years away..

So at the moment they lie in a Police cemetery on the streets of Bandra Hill Road..

Who cares a shit , only a street poet who reads the Drama of life through the viewfinder of his camera.

Jesus Watches From Afar

jesus is helpless
he watches from afar
a muslim man begging
on the by lanes
of bandra bazar
seeking hope by far
before we are
hindus muslims
or christians
human we are
the greatest religiosity
is humanity
caste color creed no bar
sometimes beauty takes
shelter beneath a scar
fate that with life loves to spar
even a bollywood struggler
is a future film star
once he was rajiv hari om bhatia
now magically transformed
as akshay kumar

Asman Se Gire Khajoor Par Atke

Views on my Flickr photos yesterday was all time high 18863..Thanks to all of you..

Inspired By A Facebook Comment

Original title Rich Muslim v/s Poor Muslim

Iain Carrol
Did you ask for permission to take the poor ladies picture? and if you did I hope you paid her handsomely..

Firoze Shakir
Thank you I dont take permission at all pain has no time for such obsequiousness, I paid her handsomely not just money but a picture and poetry too, I was actually posting this to wake up somnolent Muslim conscience sorry I woke you up instead ..thanks for the comment..Ian ..

You should visit India one day..a land of prose and poetry.. and moving pictures of pain..

a mobile phone in hand
she was screaming to the maid
at the other end she was fed up
her services she would suspend
while looking at her the poor muslim
beggar lady her baby tend
on a few coins her life depend
choked on a street bend
searching for god as
her true friend
waiting eagerly
for lifes curtain
to come down
The End
the show must go on
another poor beggar lady
will come take her place
her pain with pathos
silently blend

inspired by a Facebook comment

I Shoot What You Wont Shoot

Et Tu Brut
life struggling
at the end
of your boot
a pavement
of pain a pain
that is mute
a haggardly mother
a child that is cute
the muslim somnolent
consciousness the clergy
loves to refute
what little they have
time comes and loots
a human tree dying roots
weed like crying shoots
some who dont believe
in charity on seeing her
change their route

i captured pain
i shoot what
you wont shoot

I Shoot What You Wont Shoot

Et Tu Brut
life struggling
at the end
of your boot
a pavement
of pain a pain
that is mute
a haggardly mother
a child that is cute
the muslim somnolent
consciousness the clergy
loves to refute
what little they have
time comes and loots
a human tree dying roots
weed like crying shoots
some who dont believe
in charity on seeing her
change their route

i captured pain
i shoot what
you wont shoot

Silhouette of the Hijab

mesmerizing the soul
spirituality as its goal
the hijab a statement
of modesty polite and bold
on the soul of the women
in Islam its protective hold
its values more
precious than silver or gold
that it hurts the sensibilities
of racist society a story untold
a woman's dignity in the right mold

Silhouette of the Hijab

I am a pro hijab poet and when I am not in a mood conjuring words to poetize the pain of living I shoot the streets , and the streets of Bandra , a reservoir for parched minds of street photographers.

I shoot what you wont bother to shoot I shoot time running in haste I shoot anything that triggers my mind and it also takes guts to shoot what I shoot.

I have moved away from my usual slum landscape, now I shoot Bandra Hill Road..

I have stopped going to the Bazar or the fish market as I now cut across a lane into pristine gaothan surroundings of a tiny alcove called Mathilda chawl...an East Indian community ..which is almost vanishing in thin air.

Bandra is the heart and soul of the suburbs and now you know why it is called the Queen of the Suburbs.

This lot that I have posted at my Flickr photostream is what I shot before the Maryamma Feast Sion Koliwada ..I uploaded all this today.

I am very happy with MTNL Triband as my Internet provider I have moved a million miles away from an Unknown Zone called You Telecom.

The Divisional Engineer of MTNLTriband Mr Shyam Sunder , personally resolved my few teething problems with the new connection.

And most of the staff in his office at St Martins Road think I am a famous astrologer , so I get good treatment.

Service is the core of any Internet provider service that is human and not robotic and service that gives respect to the existing old subscriber..which I never got from You Telecom..

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