Thursday, July 5, 2007

Back to Basics

This is a poor couple, who cant afford a road side food stall, it is hard times for some , and they are fiercly arrogant in their poverty, they wont beg , but make do with what is at hand.In their humilty lies the pride of my nation.
This is a meal for two, partners who have surrendered happiness but still have the essence of a good quality of life.I promise you if you go as a beggar to them they will give away their food to you..
This is India a Wonder of the World.
Fuck I am crying..this is what a Photo Blog does when it was written as poutlice to heal and to repair human woes.

My India A Wonder Of the World.

India the country of my Birth is not a land with just specific borders , it is an everlasting emotion, you have to breathe it to live it. The Taj Mahal is only one of the wonders of the World , my country in its complexity , in its good bad and ugly is in itself a wonder of the world.
This is country that gave went on giving.
Even today it gives all its brains to America Uk , Australia New Zealand..Indian man an export quality never goes out of supply even if there is no demand.
India is lyrical sound , a teardrop that never dries, India is a poem , also an epic..India is not just the Himalayas , India is congested Mumbai train travel , India is Ganga.. India is Jamuna too..
India is alive even in the breath of a Man who lives far away from India..
India is a state of Mind and a state of Mindlessness too.

Tom Doyoulikeit -My American Photo Guru.

Sometimes I think a child is more gifted than Man.
Here the Child is behaving live a grown up , he is talking to me only he knows and me through my camera lens that is kind of a earphone .
Kid :So you are Photographerno1?
Me :Yeah
Kid :You look a terrible bad shape , you look fucked for sleep , you look out of your element .
The kid was clairvoyant , he reads my mind as I read a newspaper in my blue toilet .
Me: I nodded
After all this child was more than father of Man.There was something about Tom, Doyoulikeit in him, he had razor sharpp reflexes , he shot pictures without a camera..he shot me in color keeping my monochromatic values intact .
He looked like my American Photo Guru.No doubt about that.
Me :I asked him fuck, why did you leave Buzznet ?
Kid : I have not left Buzznet I am still there , look carefully in between lines , you will find me in your wn pictures.Oh I am there stuck on a Dusty Lens Cap..also as a yardstick unmeasured in Pixeltopias pictures, I am very much at Buzznet , you delete your account but your pictures remain buries in a gallery of Axa 13 or on hearts embossed , with a simple word on Arlosmoms Heart I love you Tom..
I am ffuckin crying again.This is the feminine nature of Man and love for a true friend.
A friend who helped me when my world came crashing down.
Marc Brown might be silent on my post.But he knows how many messages he left unanswered of Tom, who kept hammering to him and Buzznet Support ..Delete PhotographerNo1 s Account.
The hacked porn pictures have upset the Shia hardliners in his hometown.
If I as a humanblogger cannot forget that night , when I gave Tom my password so he could delete my pictures on the other site commentator no1.
Strangely my Password was Stevehaldane 786...
I deleted close to 11000 blogs , poems the trest of me unlampooned blocked on my homsite .It hurt when I deleted Word Press and Poemhunter.
But Mark and Matt gave me back my word press blogs 3000 of them with deleted pictures as the URL belonged to Buzznet.
These are thoughts I cannot lull to sleep.
Dont ask me whether I am Anti Islam..
Man today has become Anti Man..
Taking shelter with his prejudices wth his venemous Hate ubder the safefty of a Red Mosque , kids who are supposed to seek spirituality turned into Mujajhideens and Mujahidas..
Oh forgive me you west hating woman..
First learn to love yourself .Go see your face in a Mirror.
There is more than meets the eye behind te Veil of a Hijab
Even spirtual cowards wear Hijab to run away from the Hand of Law but not the Hand of God.
Alah Ho Akbar .
Hate Dot Com Dot Hate .

Reign of Terror

When Gods House
Becomes an Abode of Terror
Than God has to delete the file
Rectify the error
dessiminating hatredness
anti Islam
children who come to study
men women
toting guns
Islamic Truth Brotherhood
standard bearer
Allah s name
in a Reign of Terror

photo courtesy Nd Tv..

Islamabad, July 3 (Xinhua) The chief cleric of the controversial Lal Masjid here Tuesday declared jihad after an exchange of fire between students and Pakistani security forces, Dawn News channel reported.

He also ordered Lal Masjid militants to launch attacks on forces.

Witnesses verified that Lal Masjid militants destroyed some posts set up by government security forces. Some government buildings were also under attack from the religious students.

At least three policemen were reported injured after Lal Masjid students exchanged fire with security forces.

Hundreds of students took to the street in protest, chanting pro-jihadi slogans. Security forces opened fire that triggered retaliations from the students.

Pakistan had Monday deployed more forces near the mosque to tighten security around it, Dawn newspaper reported Tuesday.

The move has brought the total number of Rangers deployed around the mosque to 1,500, with 500 police commandos in support.

The newspaper, quoting informed sources, said the authorities of the mosque have also reinforced security of its brigade, which is equipped with advanced weapons and wireless systems, and threatened to raid more massage centres in the city.


ISLAMABAD: Parents and close relatives of the students of Jamia Hafsa and Jamia Faridia on Wednesday criticised Lal Masjid chief cleric Maulana Abdul Aziz and his deputy Abdur Rashid Ghazi for endangering the lives of their children in the name of jihad.

Talking to Daily Times, the concerned parents said they would never allow their children to return to the madrassas run by Lal Masjid and opposed the two clerics’ declaration of jihad.

A large number of parents and relatives were seen waiting at Aabpara bus station on Wednesday to take their children back to their hometowns. They were asked to contact Aabpara police station to facilitate contact with their children.

Students started coming out of the madrassa by midday and they numbered over 800 by evening. The government facilitated their meeting with the parents and arranged buses and coaches to safely transport them to their respective homes.

Thirty-five buses had sent over 290 males and 82 female students home by evening. Officials said each student had been paid Rs 5,000, as announced by President Musharraf, adding that any students who had surrendered to the security forces were not arrested.

The students who surrendered were unsure of the exact number of students still in the mosque. One female student said the mosque administration was imparting training for jihad to the remaining students. However, she added that female students were not forced to participate in the training.

“We would never let anyone use our children for vested interests,” said a parent, adding that he would never allow his daughter to return to Jamia Hafsa. Another parent said the declaration of jihad by the mosque administration made no sense, while a female student’s brother said if anyone wanted to participate in jihad, they should join the people fighting in Kashmir.

Agencies add: A female student told Geo News that 6,500 to 7,000 female students were still in the madrassa.

Several parents termed the government action just and one Qari Liaquat Ali said the government should be praised for exercising restraint. He said the madrassa administration had not allowed him to retrieve his daughter before the operation.

A 17-year-old student, Raheela, said many female students were being forced to remain on premises and were being used as shields. “I came here for religious education but the brand of Islam propagated by the administration was horrendous,” she added.

Several students said they would never return to the madrassa, even if conditions return to normal. “Though jihad is good, we are not here to fight,” said Zabia, a young student from Jamia Hafsa.

A top-level government official, on condition of anonymity, told APP that male students were being detained for questioning before they were allowed to depart while female students were being released into their parents’ custody promptly.

Lal Masjid cleric in Pak military net
4 Jul 2007, 2310 hrs IST,PTI

ISLAMABAD: Pakistan military personnel surrounding the Lal Masjid here arrested Maulana Abdul Aziz, one of the two radical clerics of the mosque, when he tried to escape wearing a burqa on Wednesday, Dawnnews TV said.

Aziz, along with his younger brother Abdul Rashid Ghazi, was leading the militant students of the madrasas run by the Lal Masjid in their standoff with the government.

Chief Police Commissioner of Islamabad, Tariq Pervez, confirmed Aziz's arrest, saying that he was captured when he came out along with several burqa-clad women.

His identity was established during the screening, he told reporters here.

Aziz tried to sneak out in burqa when the troops guarding the area permitted 50 odd parents of students holed up in the mosque to go in to persuade their wards to surrender.

His arrest could perhaps help the government to end the stand-off as he could be effectively used to negotiate the surrender of the rest of the several hundred heavily armed militants headed by his brother Ghazi and holed up in the mosque.

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I shoot Pain...

Pain is deliriously deceptive , pain comes in all sizes , pain has to be uloaded processed ,see it black and large.
Pain I shoot was visible in my camera eye , I shot it as I saw it..Pain was always naked even when covered in a Hijab or a smile..seething scorching pain demanding that I capture it..
I have no agenda I dont run classes of Sectarian Hate , I dont belong to madarssas , or any group, I hate groups, I want to be heard and be seen , I dont need to be carried on someones shoulders to display my Art.
I have however nothing against those who are members of groups it is the best way of learning and growing up..Flickrs Groups are good for budding photographers and people with like minded ideas.
I am not a friendly person.I am a loner or a lonesome my friend Killiweb has called me.
But I am not happy at Flickrs, this bashing my balls is getting on my goat.
Either I will put a Private tab on all my pictures.Or I will delete my account fuck US $47 I will think I gave it to Obamas campaign.
I dont harass people here at Flickrs, I dont pass corny comments , I dont tell them if they are Anti Fuck or not anti Fuck.
Please grow up, try becoming good photographers , I show Shia stuff I dont promote Shiasm..
This is the only site that I have yet to post my Hinduism pictures.All my other sites at Word Press or my homesite I write and post and foster good will between Hindus and Muslims..Those hate me because of my saffron soul call me a Shia Pandit.
So stop usng me as a punching bag, I plead to you publically.
Dont see my pictures , ignore them there is more and a better world beyond this web page,I cant go on blocking everyone who does not like me..
Fuck we are grown ups atleat I am at 54 ..
I have nothing more to say regarding this childish interface at Flickrs.
I am learning from Df Duck, El Gekko , Daikitora and Leirdasim seeing the pictures that turn into masterpieces ..
I dont go further than this ..those who have added me as contact I have added them as friends so lets be friendly keep the animosity levels low..
This is appeal as a human being and not my defence or disclaimer .
firoze shakir

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Street Poetry

Says a girl child a few months old
in her sisters lap ...words as poem that I uncap ..while the winds take a nap...

Mama Mama please tell me
When I grow up
What will I be
Will I have
on my lap
your next baby
Oh Mama Oh Mama
Like you and Sis will I be pretty
or (a tear drops from her eye )
Will I too have to work in the fields
bonded labour in captivity
while dad whores drinks with his cronies
in the neigbouring locality
My future frightens me
my hopes my fears
bound gagged to my destiny
Oh Mama Mama
will someone nice marry me
to my dream world carry me
or will he eventually
use me abuse me set me free
labouring in a brothel
Oh Mama what will become of Me
Said her Sister 8 years old
Sweetie take it easy..
Dont trouble Mama and Me
What has to be will be
We will still be one family
Tears moisten my eyes
Yes this is street poetry
with a touch of photography
that at poem hunter they wont see.
words as pictures pictureless words
to be or not to be ..

Surrogate Motherhood

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 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 connect with all of you finger pushers on the key board of Lifes Misery.

You Telecom ..Sleepless In Mumbai

firoze shakir to Customer
show details 3:52 pm (0 minutes ago)

My house net went dead day before yesterday, I stay at Bandra Reclamation..
I called up all the people at You telecom that I have access to
Mr Ganesh Karkare
Mr Anmol
Mr Ganesh technician
I was promised it would be taken care of.The same day when I came home I found the net still dead.I sent messages to all three,
Ganesh technician said as there was a power cut at Bandra reclamation , he would send someone in the morning.The person came at 5 pm in the evening Mr Vinod , I was at my shop he said there was something wrong with the Modum , he was taking it to the office to have it checked.
He never returned ,
Their is no Internet at my house for more than 36 hours .
I have walked to my shop at 4 am today to send my greivance and this message to you.
I had this same problem of a defective modum at my shop too, attended also by Vinod.So what is your excuse this time.
I think all your modums are trash that you bought it from some flea market , repaired it and dumped it on us.You charge me monthly rent for this.
I will not write all this unecessarily being an existent customer 113650 since August 2005 .
Your customer care guys are totally clueless, you have replied my mail yesterday when I gave the link to Flickrs post
that I published.
Otherwise you care a damn.
I as a customer of Iqara have suffered but took it in my stride.
Than you became You Telecom it has been a living nightmare.
The link , your fibre problems yet we continued, my son Asif Shakir had discontinued with Iqara , this time I coaxed him to reconnect with You Telecom.I have nothing personal, but as a creative person it hurts terribly.
Your President your top honchos dont care at all, this sucks.
You dont even send a note of apology,
You have taken everyone for a big ride..
I prompltyl for almost an year would send cheques to your office as no one bothered to come and collect it.
I am sent unecessary reminders on my mobile even after giving the cheques to Robert.
My house You Telecom bill never comes .
I mean you can send it on my email address , but you like to spam my wretched soul with mobile messages.
I do not want to pay bills online so why keep rubbing this..
I am publishing this on all my websites.
Firoze Shakir
message sent by Gmail.

Tom Do You Like It -Unlearning Photography

I left the Shrine ,I was totally drenched , drained this happened five years back and I am still drained and drenched, I saw this child mother and the child, now stop listening to my words , look deep into the eyes of this child , he is a better photographer than me he needs no camera he has shot me brilliantly, keeping exposure in mind, no compensation, perhaps he underexposed me by 1 stop, to saturate my multi colored disposition..he did not care horse shit for Cartier Bressons decisive moment , he with his camera eyes had frozen time , he had captured me my timelessness, this my friends I call Unlearning Photography.Now tell me honestly did I shoot him with my Dick Head Nikon D 70 or did he shoot me with the camera vision in his inner eyes,,the crowds are waiting for free food, khichda, a gruel of various dals with chunky pieces of mutton kind courtesy the Iranian hoteliers of Hyderabad , may their tribe increase , they do this without any show or pomp..I consider them the pride of Charrminar...

This is my favourite Hussain Tekri Jaorah picture , we all have the hunger , but seldom do we appease it by the right food of thought.
I learnt if someone wh could beat photographerno1 t his pictorial game it was this little child..he was talking to me ..Fuck Shakir see how I shoot you, without camera roll or a Igb card..