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The Nizamuddin Auliya Dhuni

The Nizamuddin Auliya Dhuni
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I am not much of a Dargah man, my comfort levels are at Dhunis where all the Malangs and Babas gather ,around the holy fire smoke , gossip , this is the Nizamuddin Auliya Dhuni…I met one of Late Sikandar wali babas mureed of the Chancawalli Sufis… who directed me to the two famous dhunis here

March 20th, 2007

Pir Khwajah Afzal Nizami

Pir Khwajah Afzal Nizami

Motherhood and Islam

Motherhood and Islam
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 True Islam grows in the Garden of Motherhood
A sacred scripture through the eyes of a Mother
Unread understood.
Mother who bears mans burden
Yet in the end maltreated misunderstood
The Mullah in mans world safeguards man
While woman hides her inner scars in
Religious hood.
Some call it hijab
A garment outer protective armor
For our womanhood.
We fight among ourselves
Divided as Shias Sunnis
Dismembering Allahs call
For brotherhood
Muslims love killing Muslims
A never ending feud
Tainted blood stained petro dollars
A puritanical bigoted faith renewed
Without Ahle Bait we are doomed
On an island of Hate unrescued.
Live and others live too
A global peace conclude.

March 20th, 2007

At the Doorstep of Nizamuddin Aulia Dargah

At the Doorstep of Nizamuddin Aulia Dargah
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Kafir-e-ishqam musalmani mara darkaar neest
Har rag-e mun taar gashta hajat-e zunnaar neest;
Az sar-e baaleen-e mun bar khez ay naadaan tabeeb
Dard mand-e ishq ra daroo bajuz deedaar neest;
Nakhuda dar kashti-e maagar nabashad go mubaash
Ma khuda daareem mara nakhuda darkaar neest;
Khalq migoyad, ki Khusrau butparasti mikunad
Aare-aare mikunam, ba khalq mara kaar neest.

I am a pagan (worshipper) of love: the creed (of Muslims) I do not need;
Every vein of mine has become (taut like a) wire the (pagan) girdle I do not need.
Leave from my bedside, you ignorant physician!
The only cure for the patient of love is the sight of his beloved –
other than this no medicine does he need.
If there be no pilot in our boat, let there be none:
We have god in our midst: the pilot we do not need.
The people of the world say that Khusrau worships idols.
So I do, so I do; the people I do not need,
the world I do not need.


Unhealing wound of a Shia Blogger

Unhealing wound of a Shia Blogger
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 10 days have passed since I injured myself with my scourging blades at Jamma Masjid in Delhi during the Safed Tazia Chehlum procession ,while I added wound to my injury carrying my weighty camera bag, walking 21 km barefeet,all the way to the final destination Shahe Marda.
On my return I took the necessary precautions, extra dosage to bring down my soaring diabetes perched at a pinnacle of 400 after lunch, pre breakfast at 219.
However there is no sign of improvement, the wound is as raw, swollen, the excruciating pain not subsiding so I finally decided to go to the nearby SL Raheja Diabetes Hospital.
I was interviewed by a senior Dr Karande who was known to my earlier diabetes doctor, Dr Ghodbole of Nanavati Hosptal, after taking down my case history I was sent to eminent diabetologist Dr P DTalwalkar.
Dr Talwalkar has initially put me on insulin, tomorrow I have to visit a surgeon to find out if surgery need…

The Ladies side of the Dargah

Nizamuddin Aulia Shrine


Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Man on all fours
Trying to break out
Spiritually stake out
A no mans land
Moving mankind
Won’t give him a hand
Tongueless tasteless bland
The golden spoon
Soured supply
Diminishing demand
Only sorrow today
Tomorrow more sorrow
At his beck and command
The rich get super rich
Their lives well scripted preplanned
the poor man s destiny written on water
a polythene plastic bag of a poem
suffocating the
mangroves of a human wasteland

March 20th, 2007

The Incense Seller

I get ready to leave the Dargah

Samad Nizami and me

The Inner Sanctum OF Nizamuddin Aulia

A Divine Moment

A Divine Moment
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

Tomb of Amir Khusro His Poetry

Tomb of Amir Khusro His Poetry
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Couplets by Amir Khusro

Man kunto maula,
Fa Ali-un maula
Man kunto maula.
Dara dil-e dara dil-e dar-e daani.
Hum tum tanana nana, nana nana ray
Yalali yalali yala, yalayala ray Man tunko maula……

“Whoever accepts me as a master,
Ali is his master too.”

Har qaum raast raahay, deen-e wa qibla gaahay,
Mun qibla raast kardam, bar samt kajkulaahay.
Sansaar har ko poojay, kul ko jagat sarahay,
Makkay mein koyi dhoondhay, Kaashi ko koi jaaye,
Guyyian main apnay pi kay payyan padun na kaahay.
Har qaum raast raahay, deen-e wa qibla gaahay…..


Every sect has a faith, a direction (Qibla) to which they turn,
I have turned my face towards the crooked cap (of Nizamudin Aulia)
The whole world worships something or the other,
Some look for God in Mecca, while some go to Kashi (Banaras),
So why can’t I, Oh wise people, fall into my beloved’s feet?
Every sect has a faith, a…

The Tomb of Amir Khusro His Poetry

The Tomb of Amir Khusro His Poetry
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Bahut Kathin Hai
Bahut Kathin hai dagar panghat ki,
Kaisay main bhar laaun madhva say matki?
Paniya bharan ko main jo gayi thi,
Daud jhapat mori matki patki.
Bahut kathin hai dagar panghat ki.
Khusrau Nijaam kay bal bal jayyiye
Laaj rakho moray ghoonghat pat ki.
Bahut kathin hai dagar panghat ki.

The road to the Well is much too difficult,
How to get my pot filled?
When I went to fill the water,
In the furor, I broke my pot.
Khusrau has given his whole life to you Oh, Nijam.
Would you please take care of my veil (or self esteem),
The road to the well is much too difficult.

Chashmay mastay ajabay zulf daraazay ajabay,
Mai parastay ajabay fitna darazay ajabay,
Behray qatlam chu kushad taighe-nihaan sar basajud,
Oo ba-naazay ajabay mun be-neyaazay ajabay,
Turk taazay ajabay sho’bada baazay ajabay;
Kajkulahay ajabay arbada saazay ajabay;
Haq mago kalma-e kufr ast darein ja Khusrau;
Raaz daanay ajabay saaheb-e raaz-e aj…

The Tomb of Amir Khusro

The Tomb of Amir Khusro
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Normally they dont allow you to shoot within the Inner Sanctum, it was because of the powers above and Samad Nizami that I took these shots.

Master and Mureed

Master and Mureed
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

The Dargah Connection

The Dargah Connection
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The interconnectivity among the dargahs is spell binding, I spoke to Peersaab Hujra no6 Ajmer ,, my mentor Fakhru Miyan, within seconds these two khadims of Nizamuddin Aulia appeared to take charge of me…in the center is Samad Nizami…their Hujra is opposite Amir Khusros grave.
Picture is not sharp… shot by a bystander

A poet at the Grave of Amir Khusro

Holy Shrine of Amir Khusro

Holy Shrine of Amir Khusro
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Ab’ul Hasan Yamīn al-Dīn Khusrow (Persian: ابوالحسن یمین‌الدین خسرو‎ ,Hindi:अबुल हसन यमीनुददीन ख़ुसरो) (1253-1325 CE), better known as Amir Khusro Dehlavi or Amir Khusraw Balkhi in Afghanistan and Iran (in Persian اميرخسرو دهلوى Amīr Khusraū Dehlavī), is one of the iconic figures in the cultural history of the Indian subcontinent. A Sufi mystic and a spiritual disciple of Nizamuddin Auliya of Delhi, Amir Khusro (or Khusrau or Khusraw) was not only one of India’s greatest poets, he is also credited with being the founder of both Hindustani classical music and Qawwali (the devotional music of the Sufis).[citation needed] He was born of a Turkish father, Saif ad-Dīn, and an Indian mother, in India[1].

Khusro was a prolific classical poet associated with the royal courts of more than seven rulers of the Delhi Sultanate. He is popular in much of North India and Pakistan, because of many playful riddles, songs and legen…

Nizamuddin Aulia Shrine

Nizamuddin Aulia Shrine
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 HAZRATH KHWAJA NIZAMUDDIN AULIA RA (d. 725/1323)

He was also known as “Sultan-ul-Mashaikh” (distinguished leader of the Sufi Saints of his time in India) and “Mehboob-e-Elahi” (Beloved of Allah). He succeeded Hazrath Baba Fariduddin RA as the highest spiritual leader in India. In addition to his spiritual attainments and perfection, he was a most distinguished scholar and an administrative genius. His Khanqah in Delhi became the reservoir of Divine Wisdom and Knowledge, religious learning and moral and social training for over 50 years.

He founded Khanqahs all over India, and sent his trained Khulafas who acquitted themselves most brilliantly in their missionary duties especially in imparting lessons in Truth and Love. He saw seven kingdoms of Delhi rising and falling. He never visited the courts of any of the ruling monarchs, neither did he permit them to come near him all his life, thus observing one of the most i…

nizami rehnumai

nizami rehnumai
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 living not loving a mortal crime
against a god and his godlinesss sublime
words romantically infused in rhyme
sweetness mellowing as stolen time
nizamuddin aulia watched by amir khusro
shah ast hussain a silken thread
of a lifetime
breathing pulsating
the walls of khwjah moinuddin chishti
nizami rahenumai
ya ali mushkil kushai
all time.

March 19th, 2007

Peace and Tranquility

Nizamuddin Aulia Shrine

Nizamuddin Aulia Shrine
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 near Mathura Road
Timings: Open on all days from sunrise to sunset
Preferred Timings: Thursday evenings between 5-7 p.m.
Famous as: A Sufi shrine - Hazrat Nizamuddin’s Dargah
Admission: Free and open to all
How to Reach: Tourists can either take local buses from various points within the city to reach this monument, which is located near Mathura Road or they can take auto-rickshaws and taxis or metro rail.
Video charges: Nil (but caretakers need to be tipped at least Rs 20; prior permission required)
Nearest Railway Station: Nizamuddin Railway Station
Nearest Metro Station: Central Secretariat
Functional Metro Station: Central Secretariat
Nearest International Airport: Indira Gandhi International Airport
Time required for sightseeing: 2½ hours

Located in the historic Nizamuddin village, about 2 kilometers from Humayun’s tomb, and not far from the eastern end of the Lodi Road, is the Dargah of Hazrat Nizamuddin. It is the shrin…

The Holy Saint History

The Holy Saint History
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Name : Nizamuddin Aulia
Period : 1236 - 1325
Biographical detail : The founder of Silsila-e-Nizamia.

Khawaja Nizamuddin Aulia was the founder of Silsila-e-Nizamia a branch of Chistiya order. Nizamuddin Aulia was one of the most famous Sufi saints of India and was a follower of Khawaja Moinuddin Chisti (1141 – 1236), one of the most outstanding figures in the annals of Islamic mysticism and founder of the Chistiyya order in Ajmer, India and whose firm faith in wahdat al-wajud (Unity of Being) provided the necessary ideological support to his mystic mission to bring about emotional integration of the people amongst whom he lived.

The central principles that became characteristics of the Chistiyya order are based on Khawaja Moinuddin Chisti’s many teachings and practices. They lay stress on renunciation of material goods; strict regime of self-discipline and personal prayer; participation in sama as a legitimate means to …

At the Doorstep of Nizamuddin Aulia Dargah

At the Doorstep of Nizamuddin Aulia Dargah
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 When I reached Delhi the first thing my brother Firdaus Shakir based in Delhi, did was drop me at the Abidis,
Ashraf Abidi or Huzoor Miya a very versatile writer now retired, had bought up my wife Afshaan as a daughter, as they stayed in the same neighborhood of Banjari Tola Lucknow.
Ashraf Abidi also was connected to me by ancestral blood my maternal grandfather Daroga Nabban Saab , was his paternal grandfather,.
Daroga Nabban Saaab had two wives, his parentage was from the first wife Asma Tara, his father Ahmed Ali died when he was very young, his mother died soon after so he was bought up in feudal surroundings in a village in Faizabad.,
My mother Shamim Shakir was very fond of him, I was visiting their Delhi house for the first time to celebrate and participate and shoot the Delhi Chehlum.
His only son Adnan Abidi who works at Reuters is in Jamaica shooting the World Cup.
So this trip was a moment o…

GSB Ganesha King of King Circle

GSB Ganesha King of King Circle

GSB Ganesha King of King Circle

So you are Photographerno1

So you are Photographerno1
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 This is shot by the kind photographer on the stage, he is captured much of me that I conceal from myself…the little kid is wondering from where I dropped in at their pandal at Kings Circle..

April 17th, 2007

GSB Ganesha King of King Circle Hope and Hindutva

GSB Ganesha King of King Circle Hope and Hindutva
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The Miracle Man and The Shettys

The gentleman with the beads barebreast in white , is a staunch devotee, there is a donation box that you drop money or jewellery to the Lord , that is auctioned , now while serving the Lord this gentlemans lucky elephant hair bracelet fell into the donation box, he could not get it back, his world turned upside down, but on the day of the auction , no one bid for his bracelet , he bid and got it back, his luck has changed for the better, his necklace is coral , rudraksh gold, these ordinary men, in ordinary attire are multi rich, hoteliers , savants, doctors scientists, industrialists, collectively also known as Shettys from Mangalore and the Udipi.. they bought the Masala dossa, Idli sambar, Medu vada , Utthapa to the ever hungry palate of the Mumbaikar..
I have always had Shetty friends how can I ever forget Ramesh Anna or Ramesh Alva of Madras Cafe who gav…

GSB Ganesha King of King Circle Hope and Hindutva

GSB Ganesha King of King Circle

Lighting of the Lamps

Lighting of the Lamps
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The flowers at the Pandal of GSB Ganpati this must be weighing in tons are changed everyday, I was here for about an hour and a half, I could have gone on shooting forever, but I lacked company, earlier I was a loner shot pictures for myself, but the Internet changed me , I want to have people around me , excited with their cameras , this sharing I picked up at Buzznet, we learn from each other is not as cliche as it sounds, I am a a stylistic photographer , bend my body to achieve a human tripod like perspective, my human body is ravaged due to brittle bones diabetes and a failing eyesight… Mr KG Shenoy told me someone should shoot you taking pictures , yes he is right I look like a uncompositional picture myself.
And a few years back I remember at a Vasi Fort shoot , this lady now a great photographer Kalpana Shah of PSI my camera club, would follow me she was a salon exhibitor too, I was really upset lashed her verb…

GSB Ganesha King of King Circle

GSB Ganesha King of King Circle
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Tuning in to the Lord

I need space to shoot my kind of pictures , cramped claustrophobic spaces , unnerve me , but this was a good shot hindered by the white wooden pole.. but I tried,, I had to crop a part of the Music of the Musicians s face to allow more of the Lord.. Mr KG Shenoy was wondering whether I was stuck by some rabid madness of the fleeting moment and the lilting tune ..of musical notes flickering light like night lit insects hovering to keep the Lord in cool comfort .


Over Exposed..Photographerno1

Over Exposed..Photographerno1
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Over Exposed..Photographerno1
My Nikon D70 is not very responsive to photographers who take my pictures from my camera and yet the kid on the street who shoots my pictures gets a better shot, but here it was not me but the presence of the Lord and his reflected light that surely overexposed the goodness of my heart .. under exposed my few short comings.. I can see a camera friendly lady, rubbishing my words, I too bow my head to the Divinity of a Womans Wisdom.. Womans Wisdom is apocryphal by nature, apocalyptic in its interpretation.. this is after a long gap I am directly writing a post , without the fleeting wings of Yahoo Mail, the problem is once I log in I cant sign out.. from Buzznet or from rust corrosive shuttered doors of a womans heart.. frankly come to think of it, do women really have hearts , or is it just an organ to pump blood everywhere but the brains .. the cerebral cleavage where Wisdom lies …

GSB Lord Ganesha Kings Circle

GSB Lord Ganesha Kings Circle
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I start a new series at Word Press of my pictures that I shot of the GSB Lord Ganesha at Kings Circle last year, may be the Lord was inquistive to know how I would capture him, with Shivas eye embedded in minds camera consciousness..all this would not have been possible without Dr BU Pai convenor of this awesome pandal, a very close friend, radiologist at the prestigious Hinduja Hospital.
Photography is strictly prohibited, but here once again the Lord turns a Nelsons eye…the Lord is very photogenic, loves photography and photographers…The Lord is selective too in his choice of photographers.. I was plain lucky..I have already been given the green signal to shoot him next year too…
For the South Indian Shetty community , he is as huge as the Lal Bagh Chya Raja..but this cohesive community , put all their time to serving the Lord , men women children, you are transported to Mangalore , on wings of poetic fancy… t…

Naaga Sadhu on a Sufi Trip

Naaga Sadhu on a Sufi Trip
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Naaga Sadhu
He is a devout Naga Sadhu .. a Hindu believer of Lord Shiva but he is the first Sadhu I have seen who lives with Sikandar Wali Baba is a devotee of The Holy Saint Makdoom Shah Baba he is also a smoker ..this is the first time I shot him .

The Naga Sadhus and the Rafaees live in peaceful spiritual coexistence , both have a Dhuni , each has a different symbolism, the Naga Sadhu and the rafaees are Mendicants

Fuck Nikon D70 Fuck Shoes

Fuck Nikon D70 Fuck Shoes
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I wont be posting pictures here from tomorrow as I leave for a business committment for a few days, enforced gagged silence from a photo blogger.Actuall you guys are the only ones who know I am a photo blogger the lowest trung in the hierarchy of photography.Photograpy entails dreams big buck,celebrity staus iconoclastic fame glitz and glamour.
I have seen it all except big bucks, I am an asshole as far as business goes I have been raped sodomized for my money that people who owe me and pretend they are in a more bitter shape than me.
I owe people money the thought kills me a hundredfold, but I will pay back, there has been a serious set back this year.If I did not use this instrument of blogging I would have gone mad, literally.I punish myself by blogging.
I show you not just my Shia world but my neighbours too, yes he is a Hindu we share the same Banyan tree that gives us shade and tranquilty.We share the same wall…

PH Piss Assed Pompous Poets

PH Piss Assed Pompous Poets
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Tutorials teaching you
The art of writing poetry
At poem hunter by masters
Piss assed pompous poets
God’s angel’s rainbows
Clouds petals oceans and seas
Love more love and peace
Birds flowers and bees..
Branches and trees
Asexual world
Castrated calm
Lyrical lispness
Lilting limpness
Lassitude lonesomeness
Won’t ever cease
They want others to write
Like them poetic pedestrian sleaze
The arse well not getting well
A fostered brain a Fucked Foulk
if you please
Who here at poem hunter
play the role of immoral police
Racism, on the increase a hate spreading
Infecting the soul
Racial profiling
Of poetry like a cancerous disease
all around causing unease
sticks in their asses asking for the
final release

Playing it Saif

Playing it Saif
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Saif my 24 year old son, is holding fort , serves me food, takes care of me on Sunday, his mother has gone to Lucknow to search for his bride to be , Saif is in a desperate hurry to get married,since the age of 4.
If she does not find a suitable match than she will search in Mumbai.But Lucknow is the first choice as we are originally from Lucknow.
My elder son Asif Shakirs wife is from Lucknow too.
Wife loves Lucknow , there is no doubt about that, arranged marriage is the order for the day as far as Saif is concerned, his mothers choice will be the ultimate choice.
Saif is pretty cool and trusts his mothers choice for his lifemate..
But once the talks start there is the Istikhara by the Maulana that will tell wheteher the match will work or not..
So Saif stands on the threshold of a marital responsibilty...

Suhagan Baba

Suhagan Baba
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 We met the first time at a restaurant off Chor Bazar called Paradise, I was barefeet and more opulently dressed than him, he tried making feminine advances from his table, but I ignored him, but than all of a sudden his host an antique dealer who had bought him here from Ajmer Sharif walked in , I was introduced to him as all the dealers show a lot of respect , and hold me in reverence because of my visits at the various Dargahs they visit also.
He did not want to tell me he had a Hijda background but I did not mind, when I met him I had never been to Ajmer at all.
He like a silver ring on my finger a Yemeni agate, I gave it to him, the moment I gave him the ring , he took out a long prayer bead round his neck, you can see it in the picture and put it around my neck.
We parted I dont wear plastic , but I did not want to hurt his feelings, I had barely walked a distance I felt the beads were throttling me , this is the truth, I s…