Saturday, June 23, 2007

Women In Chains

why do we chain our women
why do we cause them pain
we crush their beauty and their brain
over their minds their bodies
their souls we reign
man born of a woman
sells her for gain
a prostitute her destiny
a thought so plain
woman enslaved
manacled in chains
as she ploughs
this rough terrain
her tears her lifes story
all in vain
helen of troy
or a plain jane
being a woman
is a womans bane
the blows that rain
she wont complain
within her womb
she carries her pain
a street performer
born to entertain
in mans domain
a shattered
bleeding window pane
a mutilated hymen
she wont regain

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Who let the( Indian Fucked )Blogs Out

These are not pictures but memorable moments under the guidance of a Guru, today you wont find gurus like Malushte or Jatkar and Mr KG Maheshwari .
Today a child needs no guru he has it all at click of a mouse, he wants to come out of his mothers womb and get straight into the studio shooting glamour.. big bucks..
And yes you need bucks photography is not like poetry that you can write on an empty stomach, you need bucks and technology is changing every second, I was reading the Photographic Society Of Indias newsletter , that had stopped coming for several months I am a life member , I got one from their office it had all the various segments of photography , photo journalism, movies, macro, glamour, press, nature, wild life, arial but there was no mention of Photo Blogging.. because photo blogging is charitable work, you give the best of you and your pictures free.. main stream photography institutions like main stream media has already written us off as failed writers , failed photographers , yes but fuck we have not yet failed as good human beings.. the blog world is an asylum , everyone thinks the other person save him is a looney.. Blogging is a million light years away aleast in India.. is a breeding ground for copywriters .. dengue and chikungunya infected who copy everything but good writing.. the matunga whining types, the Jainyu brahmanic types and I found them all on the shore of a river bed going dry called Sulekha Blogs..
And the bitching and ball bashing and calling Muslims Katuas because they are perhaps endowed with a little extra bit they dont want.. being called a Confused Muslim.. fuck I d rather hibernate on Buzznet and Bloggerspot...
Biz Stone was very right who let the (Indian fucked) Blogs out...

This was shot oudoors under the guidance of Mr Kg Maheshwari at Nasik..

Lighting of Mr Kg Maheshwari

This is the classic lighting of the Master , I only shot the picture at Photographic Society of India , Mumbai this is my 300 th post at bloggerspot beta...
And when Buzznet goes Better than perhaps my photographerno1 and commentator no1 could be conjoined .. without fear of the unknown zone black zone..
only the wise magus Steve Haldane could do that for me...,buzznet support sucks does not even acknowldege the mail I send them..
This was an old post .
The person the model is Mr Pawar fatherof Photographic Society of India member Nitin Pawar.This was shot about 5 years back , Prof BW Jatkar was the President of our society .This is where I met the great Indian Master Maheshwariji touched his feet became his Chela.
I am not a studio light set up man , I have rare books on photography , studio lighting written by old Masters , I am going to sell this also along with my 225 old cameras one day.
I owe much to Psi mumbai , the society as we lovingly call it , it has seen many ups and downs it has been completely ravaged , politicised , by vested interests..
I mean they dont even have web site, with the money they recieved from donors all that was done was just cosmetic..exterior prop up while the soul of the 65 year old grand lady weeps for better days..
The Camera Clubs are Dead Long live the Photo Blog

On retrospection I think I can never shoot like this anymore , I am a Poet uncontrolled emotions of the Street kind...

KG Maheshwari s Pictorial Magic / Nikon D70 Digital Disaster

I shared some great moments with Mr KG Maheshwari , one of these was a visit for a photo shoot lecture outdoor studio like photography and one light the Sun..

And this was at Nasik where KGMs son Mr Kamal Maheshwari has the largest Numismatic Institute called Money Museum, a house of study for coins and old money , also houses KGM s archives of his pictorial works , KGM took part in the Quit India Movement , wore Indian Khadi, gave up all English things of comfort of course he must have used the only American thing a Box Camera, I called him and he confirmed that it was an American box camera called Norton or something like that , America has been a partt of Kgm s life his company was partners in India of American Home Products now called Wyeth.

And I was crying narrating the unfortunate day of the blomb blasts on that unforgettable day 7th July it crushed raw metal but not the spirit of Man.

And KGM is what photography is all about, he took photography as his passion, but never sold his pictures or transformed his hobby into a business.

And I know when I bought my Nikon D70 camera on a three years loan taken from Standard Chartered Bank he lashed me publically at a forum , in a huge gathering at Photographic Society of India., it hurt me immensely but I realised he was right , a loan for my business was justifiable but not for a hobby.

And when I took the loan on the sly I never did tell my wife either, I still am paying the premium, another few months to go, will heartless Japanese Nikon Camera giants realise what price we have to pay for the faults of their technical research departments.

I think if I was an American they would have kowtowed and given me a new camera.

And I think we Indians are much better than the Japanese, I had made a dress for a cllient Mr VP Malik from Delhi it was for his new son in law, raw silk, hand embroidered , and after a wash it frayed, it was a defective wash of a laundry, but I respect my clents faith in me I replaced the entire dress , salvaged my Honor and respected his continued Patronage.

But the Japanese wore our Honor in their attacks of Banzai.. the ultimate Hara Kiri of Honor.

And punishing Lebanese for the faults of the Hizbollah , two Isreali soldiers is what the Brave New World is all about.

And this will have great repurcussions , every country will take the role of a bully , bomb another country till there will be no countries left.

Only America and Israel, a silhouette of an island called Great Britain.

And the UNO


I cleared my Nikon D70 loan, it again went dead , so I have to shell another Rs 4500, it is so convenient for Nikon to discontinue defective models in a few months, we suffer because we Indians slog our ass of buy it as a long term investment ..but Nikon cares a flying fuck..
Indians yes some of us are dimwitted buy Nikon for its resale value..makes me throw up..
I know wedding photographers , new kids learning photography cursing Nikon D70..its a nightmare ..
This is not bad mouthing I have the receipts of all my repairs at Interfoto Nikon authorised technicians

In My Masters Light

My master KG Maheshwari the great eminent photo artist taught me how to unlearn photography, he taught me to see the world through the viewfinder , but read it as prose and transform it as a pictorial poetry…

This is photography , how you read a thought and how you write it down as a picture.Photography , the Brahmanic form of photography rquires that you find a guru, touch his feet , give him guru dakshina , and you have found a path.Pictorial nirvana comes with time , faults, mistakes and the guidance of the guru..

My first lesson of photography came from the Mahabharta , Donacharya shoting the Pandvas and Kaurvas archery , archery is photography, some shot the tree , some shot the fruit only Arjun shot the eye of the bird , and if in a portrait you capture the glint in the eye your picture lives forever, yes I am a Muslim and for me good photography is Hinduism my cultural inheritance, in one lesson of the Mahabharta, I learnt depth of field, angle of focus, perspective, circle of confusion and shooting into the eye of a needle.

I do not need Brookes, all I need is a stream of thought and the hands of my Guru , yes I am blessed I have three gurus.. Mr KG Maheshwari, Mr B WJatkar and Mr Shreekanth Malushte.

Incidentally the 84 year old Mr KG Maheshwari industrialist magnate,philanthrophist, is called Dronacharya, by those who rever him, this legendary Yousef Karsh of India.

January 4th, 2007

from left shreekanth malushte , mr maheswariji, me and prof jatkar

Better Be Saif than Be Sorry

Date: 06/22/2007 8:39 PM
Better Be Saif than Be Sorry
Saif Shakir is my son, 23 years old , today was his traditional day so he ransacked my wardrobe , he was going dressed as Pandit or a Hindu Astrologer, of couse he got the first prize at his college.

He is quite tense these days as his mon has begun hunting for a wife for him, she visited a place to give his proposal, so lets see whats in store for him, yes he will not see his bride to be, this is called arranged marriage, my wife will do the selection, she knows my sons needs … better than my son.

April 11th, 2007

Summary 23 june 2007
My son Saif is very excited, he never much liked studies, but we insisted that he atleast complete his it was important credential for success as a yardstick in modern times..

I am almost uneducated Inter Com failed.
Saif Shakir complied today he got his report card he makes us proud he is our humble familys first graduate ...
So I copied this Word Press post ..
I am proud of this Hulk of a Son..

PaxRomana And 100 Blogs At Her Feet.

I was posting at Bloggerspot old Bloggers , every time I ran away from Buzzmet with my tale between my legs ,I wrote first 50 blogs, this was the 100 .I reached upto 3750 , I dont know what happened I deleted all of them in a single click..
I still have an account with new Bloggers over a 1000 blogs.But once I went to Word Press I stopped posting here.
I needed a Word Press account as my homesite is not Blog oriented does not have feeds or whatever technically you call it.
I recently before coming to Flickr had a change of heart started two more Blogs at New Bloggers one for my Poems the other for my pictures of the Kumbh Mela..
Flickr changed every thing, I could post from here to Word Press or Bloggers.
As my homesite is overbursting, I thought of moving my main galleries here ..I had to halt my Kumbh Mela posting as I cant be everywhere at the same time..
I also before coming to Flickr rejoined Buzznet , but there I post only 2 pictures a day , the same that I had posted earlier before I deleted both my Buzznet accounts..
I have bought a domain name as one thing I want to really do is some social work for the Hijdas ..this domain is hijda oriented .My school mate Anil Shejale a web savvy creature wanted me to take another Coppermine gallery , but I am trying for a Word Press account, as moving from Flickr would help .I cant afford uploads .Even at my homsite that has 8126 picture files I have to pay for picture space..I am doing my blogging without any pecuniary gain this is my story , I am not showing off that my is smaller than yours at Flickr...I write I will be read through my pictures .
I have not shot anything new since a month.My Nikon D 70 has been repaired but it is with my camera friend Subhah Solanki , I have asked him to sell it for me after deducting repair charges Rs 4500/ this is Nikon we Indians love Japanese cocks that come in camera bodies and fuck us in repairs..
Nkon is the Biggest Con,,..not that Canon is any better.
I have never used a Canon in my Life .
I was hoping to sell 225 old cameras I have in my collection but I am not getting what I want...these are twin refex and other old models .I have the list .

My post
A few pictures of sites in the Residency ground...and a poem for her...

Quick And Bitter.
by Yehuda Amichai

The end was quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet was the time between us,
Slow and sweet were the nights
When my hands did not touch one another in despair
But with the love of your body
Which came between them.

And when I entered into you
It seemed then that great happiness
Could be measured with the precision
Of sharp pain. Quick and bitter.

Slow and sweet were the nights .
Now is as bitter and grinding as sand-
'We shall be sensible' and similar curses

And as we stray further from love
We multiply the words,
Words and sentences long and orderly.
Had we remained together
We could have become a silence.

translated from the Hebrew by Assia Gutmann

And I was never into Poetry in all sincerity I hate to write life itself remains sentenced to unpublished silence... whatever I read when I was young comes to haunt me and spectres of words just rise and clothe my love thoughts.
And I am happy holding her hand and listening to the drone of her complaints.. she mystifies me.. she is abstract... she is faithful and maternally responsible .
And I fell in love with he a giant of a woman me dwarfed to touch the hem of her petticoat.. I doubt if she wears one.. only a misadventured metaphor..
And silently I pass my days in her thoughts.. a formidable fortress invincible , unapproachable roads all cut off .. just a wire that dashes on water like a dragonfly approaching imminent death.
The woman I call theBlog Godess is a figment of my MInd , not incidental to anyone living or dead.I had to flesh her , being a slave of my copper tone emotions I gave her the identity of an American.
I dont much care for my skinned Desis.
Frankly I hve seen we crib about being racially humilited by the Whites , which is just an excuse as we Indans hate Indians per se.
We are filled with hate for anyone who walks barefeet paints better than Picasso..
we Indians love racial profiling more than the whites, we Indians love underdogs they are easier to bludgeon..I stay away from Indian Blogger Indian Blog sites . I dont mind being sodomized through my brains by the White man or White Woman..
The Indian Dick of Hate sucks sucks ..
Sulekha Blogs made me aware of the fact that I was a confused Muslim.
Yet I do carry an Om on my Armband that is as much my cultural inheritance than a Hindus.
Cybernetic Hate well that is what the Internet is all about.That is why I talk of an imaginary love to self heal my imaginary wounds my malaise , my monochromatic melancholia..

And all my 100 blogs are dedicated to this woman that has been lighting my way and oceans and occeans between us.. Pax Romana.

And like the ghosts in the Residency I too try to subjugate the demons within me..