The Indian girl child does a mothers job and it comes very naturally to her , a gift by a miserly God.
The Indian male in an impoverished home that is a shanty near the railway tracks, works as a labourer , mostly he is jobless , so he is horny as hell, his wife works on neigbouring farm , the little blighter ably cared by the girl child.Mother comes home sweaty tired , man goes for her , he needs his daily bread , fuck sleep and snore..
no noisy condoms no fraragrant condoms, unsheathed irony of male belligerency.
So she is pregnant again., soon they will pack the bags hit the road to Amchi Mumbai.. he will play cards with hs cronies, she pregnant will make flower garlands, little girl child will sell it at the traffic signal..See the eunuchs the lepers, the older boys as horny as their inumerable fathers.The little girl child makes a good child mother ably trained..so one night she is waylaid in the dark near the the Mount Mary steps impregnated , a few drops of blood to appease the Goddess of Sex.
Soon her belly starts showing, father beats her , mother cries little child, and also the newly arrived child cries..than a calm a sense of satifaction , 3 children to rent out , to other beggar kids..
Beggar kids are the biggest child molesters.
The 10 and 12 year old with their earnings rob jeans tshirts from the clothesline at Waroda Road get their ear pierced , a walkman and the gait changes, the beggar girl child who thinks she is Shilpa Shetty now starts seeing her male admirer as Bollywoods heart throb.. there are film stories happening on the traffic signal much before Madhukar Bhandarkar was born...
The poorer Eunuch beggars sometimes catch these young studs , everybody needs body warmth especially in Mumbai monsoonal showers..
I am not much of a story teller but a single picture can make me voluminous..Wife grumbles even Javed Akhtar has started selling his poems as Ads for Cement .. when will you stop writing and start making money, I see her asleep tip toe walk in the rains to hit the computer keys at my shop.. to empty out myself..to connect with all of you finger pushers on the key board of Lifes Misery.
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
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Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
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Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...