Friday, June 8, 2007
Being married , is a state of mind deceptively denying
a back track...the tyranny of time and timelessness
that mindlessness hijacks.
The Cameras, the negative the slides
killed the Last of the Mohicans...nostalgia entombed in the womb of a sandisk
Memory Card..Dont shed tears fot the Print..smeared
seminal stained , inundated in a wet lab.Long live Adobe Photoshop.Long live the Digital Print .
This was during Mumbai Chehlumon the way to Rehmatabad cemetery Mazgaon.With Mr Bundeally
and Kassim Hallori , I cut open my back with an Iranian Sword.It was quite an
experience, I got a comment that all this was satanic, well I would rather
choose this as my spirtual satanism, than follow a God that urges Man to kill Man,
decimate mankind, decacpitation by little kids holding swords over
kaffir heads.This is not the Islam I opt for, actually Islam is a religion of
Peace and preserving Peace distorted beyond redemption by power brokers of Hate
for Mankind.I call destroying humanity Yazidiyaat.
Brandon Stone August 2005 sent me to Bloggerspot to learn how to upload
pictures , basic blogging , this was a punishment I had disturbed him in a
serious online question answer forum.
I call him Father of the Photo Blog
I dress change twice a day, earlier in happier times it was thrice a day.
I dont wear trousers, sometimes Army breeches,with an army coat , with original medallions collected from Chor Bazar.
I normally wear dhotis, designed by me with a safety zipper to pee, pockets too.
I would prefer not to wear anything on my torso just my antique silver stone jewellery, but as I am a tailorman, its imporant I cover my top shame..I wear body fits, guru shirts .Till about two months back I walked bare feet , but the doctors have warned me of my soaring blood sugar, that a simple foot wound could turn gangrenous, so I wear a cloth pair.
I have a severe wound on my right hand a cut of a sword that hacked my tendon so I cannot wear my silver Kadas or my exotic rings on my right hand.I wear kadas on my feet.I go to bed without my jewellery.
I call all my stuff my family jewellery.
I was once known as Bollywoods Most Wanted Designer no1.
I now call myself Tailorman I have gone back to my roots of stitching clothes,.
To wear what I wear requires balls loads of unassuming personal attitude.
I am a poet, photographer combined , this heady combo releases photoblogging fumes.
I am a photo blogger .
I started photo blogging 20 months back at Bloggerspot and Buzznet.
I deleted my earlier blogspot account 3750 posts at one click.
All because of Word Verification that assumed I was a Positive spam, up my own ass.
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