Red Light of Hijda Pain
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She is the new face at the Turner Traffic Signal Bandra.
Her name is Suvarna.She is the New Traffic Signal Hijda Queen.
I told her she looked gorgeous in her red saree she blushed and was overjoyed at my words of appreciation.This is Hijda simplicity of uncomplicated human emotion.
And she knows this man with his camera means well, no ulterior motive, no photo journalistic spiel.That is why I reiterate to shoot life on the street you must have the soul of a poet.A poet that paints with light.. no cumbersome words no restrictions of grammar punctuation spelling or syntax.
This is a poem read by all , except the blind..
The blind are poets too they feel poetry on the darkness of their retinas , I have yet to meet a blind eunuch..I get a lot of mail from troubled souls languishing in male bodies who want to become Hijdas, they drive me up the wall, I shoot Hijda pictures , their pain..Hijdas of the upper echelon have no time for novitiates , they have their own precarious survival to take care of..
The Hijda has balls , he is street smart , he fights his way up, he is not afraid.
That is why as a safety mechnism, the Hijda move in wolf packs. they take care of their own..their births , their deaths are a mystery, they come into te fold respect their ethnicity laws, rituals and life is a closely guarded secret.
The Hijda loved with abundance, the toy boys they rear for their love demands are worshipped , taken care of , a wrong move or a roving eye of the toy boy , well they will cut off his balls and he will be back with his face biting the dust of ignominy.
I know a case where a young guy who had come to Mumbai to become a filmstar, but it did not work out, got entangled with a pretty Hijda, the family of the boy wanting to save him , tried to get him married away to a girl from a good family.When the Hijda it is alleged came to know of this she killed him in cold blood, the cops closed the file , as there were no complainant or witness.The Hijda I was told moves about , with no fearof law, such is the evil power and being politically connected you are scott free..
This is not a stray case but Love can make a criminal out of a Saint.
I do not bad mouth the Hijdas, there are bad members in every society , and it does not make sense calling them all bad.
The Hijdas are human like all of us, but more sensitive to the dichotomy of their engendered pain.That I see it within me , and bring this out in the pictures I shoot of them.
At the TrafficSignal
The Red light of Pain
The Hijda wont sulk
or complain
or with his misfortunes
chew your brain
his engendered pain is simple
straight forward plain
much before Adam or Eve
Adam or Cain
was Bhaichura Mata
the Eunuch Goddess
the divinity of hope
a transcedental plane
the hijda hijdadom
their androgynous domain
being born man
living in the shadoow
of this goddess
as women
a yearning sustain
but a dichotomy
a division
a cleavage
neither completely man
nor completely woman
the feeling remained
clapping their hands
dancing at births weddings
mujra dancing musical strain
society entertain
vaginal vagaries in a rectal vein
a moksha a nirvana
hard to obtain
esoteric ethnicity
life unliving
ritualism arcane
