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My First Photo Exhibition PSI Mumbai

My First Photo Exhibition PSI Mumbai
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I leant photography under three masters.
The Father
The Son
The Holy Ghost
Mr KG Maheshwari
Mr Shreekanth Malushte
Mr BW Jatkar

All this would have not been possible without PSI Mumbai , the camera club where I am a Life Member .
This was my first and last photo exhibition..
I was a salon exhinitor national and international I gave it up since I became a Photo Blogger .. thanks to Brandon Stone Photo Blogs Org.
All camera clubs have been corrupted beyoond redemption, there s no photography to be learnt only putrid politics..of crabs within a crab botttle..
The Federations bitch about the Councils and vice versa.. photography of old is dead and gone ...I was lucky I did not get corrupted before the cancer set in I had moved million light years away in a stellar system called photo bloggosphere.
I saw the secretaries of clubs causing ruin to the souls of photography..and getting away with impunity..the Presiden…

The Ear Cleaner Man

The Ear Cleaner Man
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 This is a typical quintessential Mumbai street corner scene..the human ear has vaginal longings too,labial lechery,but no clitoral claustrophbia...
For Rs 5 / the ear cleaner man transports your hidden desires, your longings as he penetrates the cravings of your ear openings,sliding his instrument in and out, gliding in and out..this is the only time you will imagine what your woman imagines when you step down into her tube well..without the safety rope...
For the climax he ejects a few drops seminal like liquid to cool the overthumping temperatures within..
You are in a different world watching a Xrated film by the time he gets on to your next ear for the foreplay to another replay...
This is how I see the ear cleaning act...
If you see it differently I wont blame you.
To be a good photographer you need to be a poet too beyond seedy semantics.. Picture taking is wordless poetry.
Unlearing Photography.

Uploaded by flickr photog…

Within the Shadow of her Eyes

Within the Shadow of her Eyes
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 a lie
several lies
lie
within the shadow of her eyes
lies
more lies
within the shadow of her sighs
thoughts more thoughts that rise
each thought that has paid a price
a fistful of hell as paradise
woman
mans death in disguise
guillotined passions beween her thighs
the best of man anaesthetise
what remains mytholigise
a medicine wheel going
anti clockwise
his wretched soul proselytise
poetic pangs to be precise
no wonder man
born of a woman
to womanize

Ear Piercing the Indian Way

Ear Piercing the Indian Way
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 This is Azad Hussain my silve smith , he burns a pure silver wire, than pushes it into my ear lobe, both ends are than entwined to make a rounded earring..
I tried this process with the machine too, but does not work for me..
The pain subsides after a day, I pour coconut oil on the lobe..
After a few weeks I remove the wire and place a neem stick..
Later I insert my funky stud earrings.
I have to clean my earrings a weekly Sunday affair, place them in savlon..
My ear holes inspite of all the care get infected due to dust and my diabetic condition..
this is at my tailoring shop..non commercial photoblogging sop...

What Did the Inbox say ?

What Did the Inbox say
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 what did the inbox say ... when it got a knock?

i got fucked by a male.

a blind man touched my ass

it felt like braille.

fucked everlastingly

for the holy grail.

an un inspiring fairy tail

out of her heart as I set sail

a bogey of bad dreams

that got derailed

my penis envy

on her trembling door nailed

as a poem of a pictorial persuasion

unregaled

a cybernetic disaster of a love

that failed .

UNCROWNED GENIUS STEVE HALDANE YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYELL

UNCROWNED GENIUS STEVE HALDANE YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYELL
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 picture courtesy steve buzznet ..
the man who threw me to the wolves.. the man in his earlier avtar responsible for my growth as a photo blogger ...

This was an old poem on a terror bull terrier buzznet blogger called green velvet ..paws is pause in this case .

STEVE HALDANE

Uncrowned Genius

Buzznet Brain.

Went absent without leave

And gave us pain.

And we held hands

Like a human chain.

My Space , Xanga

no brain drain.

He is back so we wont complain


Yell, Shout Rape.


Green Velvet paws need to toilet train..

with his shit the carpet stain..

crying out loud Fuck Stop The Mail

Little Dennis the Fuckednet Menace Moan Groan Bewail.

Should be locked up in a fucked lunatic asylum

And loonies raping his ass for the holy grail.

And even fucked lupines

With errect cocks

Are on his trail,

And sitting here in Mumbai

I can hear his Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyell.

Poetic Penetration

Poetic Penetration
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 tomato red orgiastic oscillation
thundering thighs unbashful sensation
phallic philandering poetic penetration
deviously devouring deathly dismounted destination
a preganant pause deleted file corrupted information
9 months rest donor awol in enforced hibernation

Poetic Penetration

Poetic Penetration
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 tomato red orgiastic oscillation
thundering thighs unbashful sensation
phallic philandering poetic penetration
deviously devouring deathly dismounted destination
a preganant pause deleted file corrupted information
9 months rest donor awol in enforced hibernation

Uploaded by flickr photographerno1

Adil My Neigbours Son

Adil My Neigbours Son
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Adil stays next to my shop, he is wearing his Friday best, he wont miss the congregational Namaz , but going to school is a burden , that he wont bear.He is always pretending of being unwell just to bunk school.
He is one of most intelligent kids , he calls me Firoze Shakir no Uncle no Bhai..but he is innocent and thinks he is perhaps a bit older in wisdom than I am..

A Cock Crows at Morn

A Cock Crows at Morn
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Said son Saif “Dad you look
Worn out and out worn..
Like a parched rose at the mercy of a thorn
During Ashura when the blood seeps from your head
I tell myself quiet flows the dawn
A photographer a poet reborn
Poetry veiled as a metaphor
Seeking solace pulverizing
Wisdom a cock crowing at morn
At poem hunter
Even a bird cock sounds like porn
pretentious vaginal vagaries
vaginal monologues
mature women
lifting their skiirts in the bogs
wheels within wheels minus cogs
poetry that shoots its mouth
giving head to photo blogs
a goddess who pretends to be in love
with one from a family of frogs
unwashed repressed mornings
words sentenced to sodomizing weblogs
says her heart a lonely hunter
rights of admission reserved for Indians and dogs
down under god save you from terrorist laws
made for Muslims and wogs..
a borrowed Sim card ..barefeet in chains
Gauntanamo style Aussie hate for multi colored catalogues

Wiladat Hazrat Ali

Wiladat Hazrat Ali
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
www.shaheedfoundation.org/wallpaper/big/ali.jpg

NAME ALI (A.S).
FATHER'SNAME ABU TALIB (A.S).
MOTHER'S NAME FATIMA D/O ASAD (S.A).
DATE OF BIRTH 13th RAJAB 10 YEARS BEFORE THE PROPHET DECLARED HIS PROPHETHOOD.
PLACE OF BIRTH KHAANA-E-KAABA.
PERIOD OF IMAMAT 30 YEARS.
SON'S NAME IMAM HASAN (A.S) , IMAM HUSSAIN (A.S) , GHAZI ABBAS (A.S) etc .
DAUGHTER'S NAME ZAINAB, UMME KULSOOM.
KUNIYAT ABUL HASAN.
AGE 63 YEARS.
DATE OF ZARBAT 19TH RAMZAN.
DATE OF MARTYRDOM 21ST RAMZAN.
BURRIED AT NAJAF.
groups.msn.com/14MASUMEEN/wiladatemaula.msnw



Ameer-ul-Momeneen Hazrat Ali (A.S) was born inside Khana-e-Kaaba on Friday 13th Rajab 30 Amul Feel. His father was Abu Talib S/O Abdul Muttalib. The Prophet’s (P.B.U.H) father Hazrat Abdullah and Hazrat Abu Talib (A.S) were real brothers. His mother was Bibi Fatima-bint-e-Azad Bin Hashim Bin Abd-e-Munaf. The Prophet (P.B.U.H) & Hazrat Ali (A.S) were paternal cous…