loneliness is a terrible bear hug .. water flowing from a broken jug seminal stains on a rug a crucifix on the back as a hump of despair that i lug reliving emotions recycled pain of a photographer of a poet of a blogger she once baptised shia thug falling in love with an american woman was never a wonder drug she who hates bollywoods most wanted mug
Man made woman he rested. But when God made American Woman neither God nor Man has rested. for the American loves to hate whom she loves more a thought undetested , swimming the shark infested waers of life untested. The American woman calls me a Shia Thug.. The Indian man who hates me falling in love with a Blog Goddess calls me Shia Pandit, therby saffronising the soul of my pictorial poetry.. Being married does not mean you cannot fall in Love..falling out of love is the beginning of the family lawyer, the divorce the alimony ...Some marriages take place in Heaven some were nuptialised in Hell... Falling in love not getting married saves you from divorce..live in is the best way of living out. I am married , I am always in love , as a poet you need to be in love hate does not beget Poems... only more Hate. I think the only was to save Humanity , is to give a seconds thought to Polyandry..let the wife pay the role of Man... I will leave this with a blank... I dont intend to fill .
Being bald is looking and feeling beautiful. I know guys with receeding hairlines, baldness covering up their sparseness hirsute scarcity, with horrendous wigs, it looks all the more awful, why not just go bald.Idid , but honestly I hate the bald look on me.I grew dreads , but there is a tale attached to my dreads, my dreads were kept in good form by Lady Diana of the dreads , she was a Wiccan, gone Tantrik under her Kailash Baba from Jodhpur.Diana is famous in Goa and in Pushkar too , she is strictly by appointment.. she is Bollywood's celebrity cult figure. My wife practices aromatherapy, she made a hair growing brew, expensive one, but hair is guaranteed in a weeks time. It grows grass on a bald head.She sells it to close friends, though a little bottle takes time to make as the ingredients have to be dried in the sun, so its tough in the rains..no supply just demand.Its all about green thumb, she has it , it works.She tried it on heself, her hair was falling, diminishing, not anymore...
This was shot by a friend, photographer Umesh Salgaonkar at his studio, five years back, we were students of Mr Shreekanth Malushte, but Umesh a graphic artist was light years ahead of me in photography.I learnt much from him too, he has two studios one in Andheri the other in Dadar.
This picture was sent to me by my neigbour Mr PC Chandra in my Gmail, amazing masterpiece of a picture , I place it here also as header on my blogspot site as a tribute to the photographer who shot it, I take my hats off to him, this is the ultimate street photography..this is accolades to the author of this picture. I have never seen such brilliance, such timed shot...even if it is an ad its just outstanding gets my nod all over again.. It teaches preaches humilty in a pictorial thought. Take your Camera go out on the streets Just Do It..!!!!!!!!!!!!