Sunday, August 12, 2007

Somersault..


Somersault..
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

God made Bird v/s Man made Bird


The Magnificient Men in their Flying Machines

Being grounded in Mumbai, this Air Show held a few years back was a great excuse to shoot something different from my normal street photos..
I shot this from Framroze Court at Marine Drive where Sarosh Framroze elder brother of my childhood friend Rayomand Framroze played host.
In this building stays the Father of Indian Press Journalism Mr Rusi Karanjia of Blitz..
Incidentally my dad used to style his clothes and I did his work too for a few years..
a dapper impeccable personality much larger than normal life..

10 Years Passed And You Will Flee

10 years passed and you will flee

A little sunny faced grandson on your knee

Will you ever ever remember me..

Shia thug home boy that you made me

A silenced door and a rusty key.



10 years passed and I will flee

Strark naked, with insects

And bugs for company

Will you ever ever remember me

Me Shia Sadhu underneath a Bodhi tree.



10 years passed and you will flee

Xris , I Pot , running carefree

Shooting pictures of birds and bees

Will you ever ever remember me

A Castle love all by the Sea



10 years passed and you will flee

from buzznet to flickrs

with your pride and vanity

me awaiting your comments

as charity ...

Without Women, No Poem No Cry

photo courtesy google images



I don’t understand why

Women get upset with Man

Or is it a part of a cosmic plan..

Or is from the Garden of Eden

When the world began.

The serpent besotted with eve

As she took a suntan

Tempted her with an apple

To get even with a little

Serpent that hung

Between the legs of man

And she ate the apple and so did man

She got pregnant

And her tits milk can.

And man simple minded

And man color blinded

Sorrows undecided

From the fire into the frying pan.

I don’t understand why

Women get upset with man

Manacled to silence

The Head of a Clan.

Finger Fucked

Life sucked

Fried and Plucked

No code of conduct

Just good times deduct

The rest of a life span,

A bubble in the life of man

He came he saw he ran

Ahhhhhhhh

Suzanne !!!

Seminal Saliva and Menstrual Flow

A Crow

Sits on the Crucifix

of a statue of Jesus Christ

All a Glow

And sees Humanity

at the Lords feet

on the ground below.

I am Resurrection and Life

He says, the Dying

Don’t even know.

Seminal Saliva Menstrual flow

They will leave behind and go

The cemetery and on their killing hearts

shrubs, cacti, crying roses will grow

these too at the mercy of a tsunami

cloud burst, katerina and natures treacherous tidal blow



picture of Jesus Christs Statue and cemetery St Peters Church Bandra

Love lorn in India

A senseless sentimentality, self controlled in India

An unflinching, unfeigned, unimpeachable, unruffled, upstart unafraid in India.

My grave a Banyan tree a silent, sepulchral safe guarded, safe havened sleep in India

My lyrical love, lonesomliness, languishing, lovelorn in India.

Does this happen to you !

Sometimes you write poems, and you had her in Mind, Fate bored to Death loves to play Games, he sees the poems reach their Destination; he lets them slide into the inbox of another Woman’s Heart. Does this happen to you.

Sometimes you crave for her, are besotted so to speak, silence like the expectation of a bullet in your heart at a firing squad, you are saved by the lady marksman who has fallen in love with you. And Fate loves playing Games. Does this happen to you.

Sometimes you know all this online loves is sheer childishness, even falling in Love with a mature Woman, Fate loves playing Games, you get an unexpected Message from another Woman, who lies buried deep in your sub consciousness and she wakes you up, to another online reality and Hope. Does this happen to you.

Sometimes you decide to get away from this crazy blogging, wordy slogging, frenetic message blocking, go far away , no internet wires , no catapulted comments no castles in the air into the laps of forgetfulness, something touches you , its Fate mocking your sinewy soul, dragging you by your collar into the very wilderness of her web page..

Does this happen to you.

No it’s not happened to me as yet.

And no disclaimers this time.

Dogged Dogmatism


Dogged Dogmatism
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
Dogged Dogmatism

Prudent Pragmatism

Fucked Fanaticism

Head strong Hedonism

Brainwashed Baptism

Feline Feminism

Pearly Peepholed Prism

Cocky Clitorism

Barbaric Brutalism

Eucharistic Eunuchism

Hidden Homosexualism

Photographic Pedestrianism

Poetic Phallicism

Didactic Diabolism

Word played Witticism,



dedicated to a Mother and her Son

The Whetting Stone Man

The Quintessential Whetting Stone Man... he is disappearing

when

whence

whenever

where

whereabouts

where as

whereby

wherefore

wherein

where of

where upon

wherever

where with all

whet, whetted, whetting

whetstone

whetstone man

whew!

man and machine

sharpen tongues

milestone of a milleu

A New Poem Unwinds

If I was locked up in a cubicle, windowless, airtight, I would not stop falling in Love.

This is the nature of a Man, embodiment of everything but Superman.

I had a day dream, I had fallen in love to a sublime form, I wrote a few words, uttered in utter shyness, withheld, and it sounded like a poem.

And she voicelessly whispered.

She said Photographeno1

Do you know I have a son!

I wrote a few lines on her imagined heart a few seconds back, I write them here second hand. with changes ...



The first time

I saw your thumbnail

I was dumbfounded

ungrounded

you were undefiled

untouched

unhounded

in my mind

I was a wee bit color blind

a hard blow

of nosegay nostalgia

my bad luck

like love lines on my palm

traced unevenly on my colored behind.

yes life has been unkind

your search is never over

till a disembodied form

like a dove

perches

on the window sill

of your mind .

through pebbled prosaic words

scattered at your feet

a new poem unwinds.



this poem is imaginary and does not reflect my feelings to any one living or dead

An Asymmetrical Attack

photo google images

At Guantanamo bay

A split open wide

Three Muslim detainees

Commit suicide

They the powers to be

Have nothing to hide

It’s an asymmetrical attack

We won’t take them back

Gandhian silence

And non violence

Satyagrha

Also an asymmetrical attack

Which is if you don’t open a front

They fuck you from the back.

American warmongering

Also an asymmetrical attack.

Bravery a show of cowardice

On a countries flag .

Weapons of ass destruction

Raping little Iraqi girls

Killing the innocent

The American Marines

Their Countries Truth hijack

It high time you called them back

Killing blacks raping nigger girls

Proud carriers of their countries flag


And said a smart alec ,

At poem hunter

To my Fuck forums

And unpoetic decorum

“ Firoze you have to tighten your prose

Your bullshit quotient arresting

And not very interesting ‘

I replied

Words cloud burst

Inundated poor harvesting

Poem hunter critic

I am not jesting

And keeping in mind

What ever pompous piss ass advice

You are suggesting.

Seems to be nasty and not too interesting

Try it on an American poet

Whatever on my Indian ass you are testing

And now God Bless I am resting ..

Bandra Bazar Road for the Dying Brave

I stay at Bandra Bazar Road , a monsoonal nightmmare of guttered graves, my walking barefeet on the face of adversity.





Bandra Bazar Road

Pictorial Angst

wont upload

Bandra Municipality

has bestowed

for living

in the wrong postal code

an ode

death of a poetic toad



Bare Feet

Barbecued feet

Blistered feet

Bereaved feet

Bedeviled feet

Beloved feet

Bombarded feet

Booby trapped feet

Broken hearted feet

Brutalized feet

Butchered feet

Put to sleep

Do not weep

In a Guttered Grave

In a Cluttered Grave

In a Shuttered Grave

Cloud burst waters

Tidal wave

Bandra Bazar road

for the Dying brave.

Underlying Brave.

Deleted finally in

Cloudburst of a tidal wave

Before he died

The Bandra Municipaity he forgave

For the sins of his fathers

His kith and kin will enslave


a corrupted file copy and save

Fuck Forums


Fuck Forums
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
There was an incident in Mumbai involving an item girl, a bold performer female and far too female and stagey sexuality, a pop singers birthday bash, where the item girl pecks the singer on his cheek, he bites more than a mouthful, liplocked agony, warring tempers, a fight between the singers body guard and the item girls companion.She rushes to the Police and lodges a complaint.

This was first page news, a channel went on and on and on and on with the clips of the bash.

Last evening this stage managed media event was live, with the item girl shedding crocodile tears and , she wants an apology from the Popped and Pooped Singer through the media and the police.And what more can I tell you of Castrated Indian News.. yet not come of Age.
And there is so much to India, an India that touches and heals, India that is a love poem..India that is a Diwali wrapped as a Xmas gift , opened as Sheer Korma on Idd.

my poem.. just a footnote fuck forums..I write poetry ..that is jumbled words mastubated thoughts , I stain the unsanctimoniousness of my pajama like poetic plethora..with a a prosaic pause.The picture for this poem is the gyrating posterior of a Eunuch.



Late night bash

And what a splash

Page 3

And all the trash

Someplace else

Birthday blues

Birthday boy

Bad boy

In the news

Singer

Swinger

Kisses

Item girl

Locked lips

Item girl trips

And tiger

Leaps

Item girl weeps

Media

Lose no sleep

India news

Now we weep

Molested

Stunted publicity

An item girl and

Media creep.

So frickin cheap.

BAA BAA

Black sheep

News channels

Couch potatoes

Voyeurs

And all for

Keeps

Newsprinted Garbage

heaps and heaps.

cyber walker computer advise

picture courtesy

www.tigerdirect.com/images/itemdetails/desktop-cables/usb...



'your USB port has failed due to a power surge'

during an attempted upload I felt I had an urge

To jack of my thoughts and unwordy deeds

actions merge a poetic pause and a purge

love on my first poem to her splurge

spirits anti clockwise movements

of the medicine wheel, kleptomaniac karma

snotty nosed dharma death at her doorstep

demented dangerously disgusting dirge

that the remains of this poet in the Ganges submerge

resurrection in her heart if it ever emerges

the shia thug who cuts his forehead ..

a bleeding back spiritually scourged

if not on this planet on some other

planet some other time will be merged

Dead Poets Tell NoTales

Poets write poetry with words that heal
hard hitting...every hair like word of a follicle...
but does it enter the cranium of an imbecile
who write poetry but do not feel..
tempered blades scathing swords made of steel

pompous piss ass poets run of the mill ..
with piddlish craftsmanship pedestrian skill
some with one leg in the graves over the hill
teaching their peers how to fuck …
when they impotently a thirst cant fulfill
Viagra …some other aphrodisiac pill
An instrument of sorrow that remains still
The lady love languishing like
An unfed dove on a window sill
More interested in finding faults
With other folks poetry..
Why don’t they chill..
Broad band blocked heads
Mounting phone bills
Still clinging to the
Nursery rhyme pail
Of Jack and Jill

God Man and Woman


God Man and Woman
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
In the cradle like womb

lies birthright of a

baby..

the father of man

in full bloom ...

humble beginnings

live let live

go back

as food

for worm like thoughts

in an unmarked tomb.

God the Dress maker

Man in a Woman’s Costume.

Woman undressed

Mans Everlasting Doom.

Dark shadows on his

Ancestral awakening loom

A dead corpse to exhume

The world a mortuary

A tenanted room

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Is The Hand That Rules The World

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Is The Hand That Rules The World is a poem by William Ross Wallace, that praised motherhood as the preeminent force for change in the world. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hand_That_Rocks_the_Cradle_(poem)

Blessings on the hand of women!

Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,

And the sacred song is mingled

With the worship in the sky--

Mingles where no tempest darkens,

Rainbows evermore are hurled;

For the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world.

I saw this little girl putting her brother to sleep and I was in a ricksha coming from my clients house at Carter Road Bandra, I reversed the Rickshah and shot this picture, I did not use flash at all as I wanted to show that one day this Girl Child too will be a Mother and a very good mother, and when the winds blow the Cradle wont fall.

Motherhood is a pavement on the banks of a tarred street.

Fucked Forums of Unpoetic Hate

Poem: 7883689 - poets make me crazy

MembPoem: 7883689 - poets make me crazy

Member: Ted Sheridan


Comment: Bravo....that forum is a pit and when you enter it you need to take Hemlock


The moon on the mound of my eye

Untruth sodomized by truth..

Accidentally gives birth to castrated lie

In a poets world hunter and the hunted

a jungle I espy

Black Brown and White

Don’t see eye to eye

Poet preying upon poet

Poetry the fall guy

Testicularless poetry

In a cockless world

Of eunuch poets

Of racist poets

Thank you Tai

Poets like Ted Sheridan

The system defy

Along with this Man from Mumbai

Fucked Forums that this word will pass by

Good human beings among pissed ass pompous poets

In short supply
Hedonistic heathen half witted hard nosed poets



Kiss my multicolored ass goodbye

Three Headed Monster From Mumbai

Three headed monster from Mumbai

“Little sister shed no tears,

No woman no cry “

Bandra bazar road,

Guttered waters,

Municipal blind eye

A city that the money grabbing politicians

The land mafia want to make shangai

Bollywoods

Most Wanted Tailorman’s store

Dress egos, undress angst

On a weather beaten high

Fucked trade that I ply

Fall in love in America

Daydreaming in Mumbai .

Finger fucking key board

my monitor heartless in Dubai

my soul fired on 4th of July.

her arrow my demoralized ass

irresistible bulls eye..





And no cocks she said

At poem hunter




Cornwall critical poetic private eye

(pronounced Tai)

Castaway castrated hermit crab..

Beach combed on her heart to die.

Emasculated emotions

Empty inbox no reply.

Digital dude I don’t love you

Inscribed on a cobbled grave

Of a three headed monster from Mumbai


Saying prayers on the departured souls of

Fostered brain Fucked Foulk

Arsewell ..fucked forum poets

That won’t live in poetry books

Even after they die..


Suffocated bag of air

Decomposing death

Laughing on the sly

all is vanity


all is vanity
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
all is vanity
pride the
bride of insanity
reflected love
mirrored
only skeletal
truth of a
moment
a drop of charity
a human rarity
transaction
devoid of parity
contemptous
thought
a bane to familiarity
man a product
of his own barbarity
killing his own kind
to keep alive
irreligious disparity

The Healing Touch


The Healing Touch
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
a new attachment

a new prosthetic love

poured

new loving

sealing

liquid touch

healing

feeling touch

revealing touch

thank you

thank you

very much.


ends the series of repairs to my burnt cable..

The Repair


The Repair
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
the corrupt part he cut

the festered , gangrened , green swollen part he cut

severed, me from my wound,

my pain

he could not cut..

vaginal miseries monologued

of an unrepentant slut

penile headed cable

writhing in the mud

soaked spiritually in her

menstrual blood

memories after memories

on my camera consciousness flood

her nakedness

the color of her butter scotched butt

The Burnt Cable


The Burnt Cable
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
An electrical cable supplying light to the area near my shop had got burnt beneath the ground, the maintenance dudes from Reliance energy kept opening up areas around the vicinity, this enterprise of hard labor imposed on the workers gave thought to my poetic fancy...I shot pictures of the now discovered cable for future refrence ..so they dont waste the taxpayers money..

beneath

the fallow ground

lusting love

an overzealously

fibreoptic

burnt cable

a poetic pause

fragmented fable

the cause

disable

mind over matter

my soul unstable.

unholy communion

mary magdalene

a perpipheral thought

at the lords table.

poets make me crazy

herriot of poetry for the asking
poem hunter forum god save
burnt asses from further masking..
suffocated waste driven poets
under the shadow of imminent death basking

with due respect to ask..and some animal talk forum..

finger fucked sweep

buzznet

bollywoods

most wanted

black sheep

a shallow grave

no mourners

no women to weep

the designer no1

photographer no1

the buggered

blogger no1

dead asleep

the mouth watering mound

of his sucked up sorrow

a garbage heap

good things in life

don’t come cheap

as you sow

so shall you reap

let her dance

a metaphor

a poetic faux pas

flippered fucked feet

skimpiness of her mind

seductively streaking

dont peep

fuck dont get fucked

look before you leap

you creep

or take a finger fucked sweep

a pictorial shrine

the grave of

bollywoods

most wanted

shia thug

buzznets

most wanted

black sheep

american women poet

undressed up as promiscuous little bo peep

The road ahead to purgatory via poem hunter’s hell

Very steep

Steve Cooper Hijda Goddess

JOBLESS Steve Cooper has found work at last — as an Indian GODDESS who thousands of Hindus believe can cure their infertility.

Pilgrims head to a remote jungle temple to be blessed by Steve, 32, from Tooting, South West London.

He places his third finger on the their foreheads and mutters: “The goddess is here”.

Surrounded by followers, Steve told The Sun: “I love being here. I don’t miss anything about Tooting.”

He is regarded as a reincarnation of Bahucharaji, the patron of Indian eunuchs. He has been at the temple in the northern state of Gujarat for three months.

Every time Steve walks through the local village, people flock to greet him, shouting: “Jay Bahuchar Ma” - “The goddess is here.”

Gender bender Steve calls himself Pamela. But his devotees have dubbed him Prema — Hindi for Divine Love.

He said: “All my life I just didn’t fit.

“Now I’ve found my life. I plan to stay for good. I couldn’t leave now.

“They revere me and believe I am a goddess. I feel what they feel in me.”

Steve was living in a tiny flat in Tooting until deciding on his new career after Indian friends told him he looked and moved just like the ancient goddess.

As soon as he arrived at the temple he was treated as a deity.

He now gets up at dawn and dresses in a holy saffron robe before beginning the daily ritual of blessings.

Steve said: “I feel as if I have come home. I was meant to be here. When I first came to the temple, I sat down and smiled. Everything fell into place.

“After about 20 minutes everyone crowded around and I naturally started blessing people. When I touch people I connect with them.”

Hindu pilgrims have no doubts about his powers. When we asked Bhanu Barot why she was so keen to receive Prema’s blessing, she said, simply: “Because she is a goddess.”

Another woman, Rekha, said she had travelled for days to be blessed by Steve. She added: “My sister-in-law came here and she got pregnant immediately.

“I am hoping the same will happen for me after receiving the blessing of the goddess.” But last night Steve’s stunned brother Justin Cooper said: “He’s just an ordinary guy.

“He never told me anything about this.”

Steve now follows a strict vegetarian diet and sleeps in a spartan room. He lives among 80 eunuchs — castrated men — at the temple. But some have their doubts that he is equipped to be a goddess.

A eunuch called Sudha said: “He is a fake. I checked and he still has a peni*.

“He is a male so can’t be a goddess. He shouldn’t give blessings.” Steve, who has a tattoo of the goddess on his arm, just insisted: “I am both male and female.”

He grew up in Shepshed, Leics, with brother Justin.

Unmarried printer Justin, 36, who still lives in the town, said: “I last saw him about four years ago.

“He had developed a fascination with Hinduism and was visiting temples in London.

“Then about eight months ago he sent me a text saying he was off to India — then another arrived saying he was loving it.

“But we had no idea of the role he was playing.”

Followers of the goddess Bahucharaji Mata believe she was once a princess who castrated her husband because he showed no interest in sex.

Sita Ben Rawal, a trustee of the temple, said of Steve: “People think it is the power of the goddess Bahucharaji that has driven her to come here.

“I’m surprised someone from London would want to come here but we are very happy.”

Vanraj Thakor, who manages the temple guest house where Steve lives, added: “Even here, pilgrims come to receive blessings. It’s incredible.”

www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2007140831,00.html - source

taken from the net topics on third sex…

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Koovagam is a village in the Ulundurpet taluk in Villupuram district, Tamil Nadu. It is famous for its annual festival of hijras and homosexuals, which takes fifteen days in the Tamil month of Chitrai (april/may).

The festival takes place at the Koothandavar Temple. The hijras marry the Lord Koothandavar, thus reenacting an ancient myth of Lord Vishnu/Krishna who married him after taking a form of a woman called Mohini. The next day, hijras mourn the god Koothandavar’s death through ritualistic dances and by breaking their bangles. An annual beauty peageant and several other competitions like singing contests are held.

Basic rights of hijras and healthcare are discussed in seminares too.

Hijras from different places travel to this festival. A lot of men, who do not identify as hijras or even homosexuals gather there to have sex with the hijras during the festival.

Navarasa (film)

Navarasa (Nine Emotions) (2005) is a film directed by Santosh Sivan. The film is in Tamil, with English subtitles. It has met with a strong reception since its release, and has been shown at many film festivals across the world including the Singapore International Film Festival, the Pusan International Film Festival, Korea, the Taipei Golden Horse Film Festival, Taiwan, the Sao Paulo International Film Festival, Brazil and the Lyon Asian Film Festival, France among others. In January, 2006 it was selected as an official entry to the International Film Festival Rotterdam.

The film revolves around the story of a young girl Shweta (P. Shwetha) taking her first steps towards adulthood. Ready for the adventure, the thirteen year old is upbeat, however soon discovers that every night, her uncle Gautam (Kushboo) transforms himself into a woman to lead a completely different life. When Shweta confronts Gautam on the matter, Gautam tells her he wishes to run away and marry Aravan at a local festival, the Koovagam Festival. The festival is held annually where people of the third gender regularly meet to re-enact the story of Aravan, a character from the epic Mahabharata. Shweta decides to find her uncle and bring him back home, and along the way, she makes new friends of the third gender, and discovers a whole new culture.

April 20th, 2007
more pictures click link

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Koovagam Gods and Goddesses

Aravan Festival

Deity worshiped: Sri Iravan (Aravan in Tamil) and Sri Krsna as Mohini-murti.

Description: This festival celebrates Sri Iravan’s marriage to Lord Krsna’s Mohini form and his subsequent sacrifice. In order to assure victory for the Pandavas in battle, Iravan, the son of Arjuna, agreed to sacrifice himself to goddess Kali. His last request before dying was to marry and lose his virginity but since no girl would marry a man about to be sacrificed, Krsna assumed His Mohini form and fulfilled Iravan’s request. The festival lasts for six days and reenacts both the unusual marriage and Iravan’s sacrifice. Tens of thousands of crossdressers, transgenders and homosexual men assemble together for what is perhaps the largest of all third-gender festivals in India. At the climax, an effigy of the local Koothandavara deity (Iravan) is burned and thousands of crossdressers express their great distress by wailing, beating their chests, breaking their bangles, etc.

When: The main festival falls on the Tuesday before the full moon of Vaishaka (April-May; called Chaitra in Tamil Nadu). The entire festival begins four days before that.

Where: Koovagam, Tamil Nadu, India. Koovagam is a very small, rural village, so accommodations should be made in the nearby town of Villupuram (174 kilometers south of Chennai).

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Congratulations Abhiash

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Congratulations
Abhiash
Naivedya 85
Your home sweet home
at Carter Road
Have a splash
All your goodwill
Today you encash
Being together
Nothing is impossible
Let your detractors
Their teeth gnash
Some at Midday
Will try to gatecrash
Main Stream Media
This blogger whiplash
The Greatest show on Earth
A great Jalsa some
Prateeksha and Bash
Privacy is far more important
Than 2 million in cash
Yes Bachchan Khandan
Amitji Jaya Ji Shweta
A cut of class
With Panache
The IT guys
Dressed as media persons
Dark glasses a mike
False moustache

April 20th, 2007

Lakshmi Narayan Tripathi and Her Mother.

This is a picture I have taken from the net of Lakshmi Narayan Tripathi and her mother.
When I visited Lakshmi during Ramzan , her parents were at their hometown in Uttar Pradesh .
So I did not meet them.
Lakshmi showed me her brothers wedding album, that she attended as a man, she can seamlessly take either identity and still remain the center of attraction, this is a God given quality , not found among other transgenders I have met,.
For Lakshmi coming from a feudal Thakur background where masculinity is highly touted, considered a macho thing, femininity is looked down disdainfully.
So for Lakshmi to give up the biological trappings of her masculinity , become woman is a choice that must have been very difficult to make, her family is ultra conservative , even the ones in her hometown, the pictures don’t lie.. Circumstances do.
So I think whatever Lakshmi s choice her mother has been her strength,, for her mother Lakshmi will always remain a boy.. I come to this conclusion, because of a phone conversation with her Mom.. Her mother does not know me nor have we met earlier. Though Lakshmi and I share a healthy friendship of 11 years.
The phone call went this way..
Me “..Is Lakshmi there”.?
Her Mom.. “I am Lakshmis mother , he is sleeping..”
That was as short and sweet she politely hung up on me.
So I have wanted to meet this personality, her mother, but somehow going all the way to Thane with my wounded hand would be suicidal in the train rush..
I wanted to go to Koondathavar.. for the Koovagam Hijda festival but it looks bleak…
Today I have downloaded pictures from my comp, to show you guys fresh stuff… instead of mass copying posts from my home site to Word Press.
Category management has taken me almost two days, I was not much good…in this aspect of Blogging…At Buzznet we added tags, put them in their respective photo galleries, the best was the mass editing.. I could shift them to any gallery I wanted..
I have over 800 tags or more so you can imagine what I have to go through…
But I take all this in my stride…its about 5.30pm, Juhu must be choc a block, suicidal to even think of going there , the Abhiash wedding is the greatest show on Earth this side of Midnight..All I can say the gold dust will settle down.. May they live happily ever after..
I have pictures of their new house 85 Naivedya where they will be living… at Carter Road…Sunset Boulevard…

April 20th, 2007
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Enemies of Shiasm are enemies of Humanity

my post at word press

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image courtesy
google images

They call us kafirs
They call us heretics
They call us raffidis
They call us by all
Kinds of denigrating names
With our thoughts
They disagree
We are Shia born
We will Shia die
Even after death
We will Shia be
We lovers of
Allah
Rasool
Ahle bait
Karbala
Our lesson in history
Yes call us by any name
We are Shias
Shias we wll be
Ya Hussain
Our destiny
Yazidiyat
By any other name
Is Yazidiyat you see
Under the banner
Of Hussainiyat
Only Shias you will see
You should not be
Shocked or surprised
We are Shias born to
Shed tears by a Holy Decree
Maksade Fatima
We are branches
Of such a tree
We love the Holy Progeny
Maksade Hussain
Ghame Hussain
Azadari E Hussain
What makes us Shia
Now you can see
Come Moharam
Even in little
Childrens eyes
Only Karbala
You will see
Enemies of Shiasm
Are enemies of Humanity

I read some real disparaging words against Shiasm , I think sites that propagate Hate towards any community should be completely blocked on the Internet sites such as Allah Ho Akbar , Char Yar, some Iternet policing is very important at an early stage…These are sites that fuel Hate , sectarian violence ,hate for a particular Nationality, hate for India and Indians specially Muslim Indians,site that are funded by a certain Islamic or perhaps UnIslamic school of thought with abundance of petro dollars at stake..very soon the dirt will find its way on their doorsteps too..

Most of these sites propound the Wahhabi doctrine of a puritanical Islam..

May 7th, 2007

Missing Links Koovagam 2007

my post at word press

photographerno1.wordpress.com/2007/05/07/missing-links-ko...

The Koovagam festival is over , , also read the blogs of a senior lady who has posted the picture of the Aravani Beauty Contest at Sulekha Blogs, it is a gutsy article I salute a fellow blogger though I have a bitter taste of my short sojourn at Sulekha Blogs.. Well I shall remove all the bitter memories and move ahead.

Her Link

Sharique who has shot pictures of the latest Koovagam Festival ..actually he had used the pictures from Times of India he said much later to a query from some visitor on his site…
This is his Link .

Thousands take part in Koovagam festival

Eunuchs welcome Tamil Nadu Government move to assure their basic rights

My Belgian Marc de Clercq friend who was in Villuparam to shoot the 2007 Koothandavar Koovagam festival is expected in Mumbai from Chennai ., I hope he has found his stolen Hassleblad Equipment.
I hope he shares his adventures with me that I can share with all you guys.
I had gone to SL Raheja Hospital once again , I had stopped my daily walk regime my sugar shot, up, Dr PG Talwalkar has told me to continue with the medication and Insulin intake,.
Dr Sunil Vaze the surgeon feels I have a hair line minor fracture near the wound, so I will have to wait for it to self heal..bear the rigorous pain.
Had this not occured I would have landed with my ass at the Koothandavar festival.

Picture is of a Hijda who visits Koovagam festival regularly.Lucky One.

My comment on Shariques post on Koovagam.

Thank you Sharique for your kindness and concern,this part of interconnecting via blogs , intersharing topics of mutual content makes an added impact on those who read us.
Hijdas even today are considered freaks,hence an unending curiosity of their life styles.But Hijdas are more human due to the tavesty of their dichotamous gender,,they are bottled pickled pain of being born human in an inhuman society,I am very close to the Hijdas I am a heteroseual disciple of my Transgender Guru Laxmi Narayan Tripathi.
I like you hope one day they attain a new dawn , given the repect they deserve..gender chice is a fundamental right , to be what one wants be without social pretensions or fear of a social backlash..or bycott.
The Healing is the Cure…
Take Care.
As Ever
Firoze Shakir
Photographerno1

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The Best Of A Best Friend Xris Taylor Made -Buzznet Tinies

photo courtesy xris taylor profile page including text ..

xris.buzznet.com/user/profile/

the buzznet tinies

wrote this cuz i was bored
and cuz Edward Gorey rocks!

A is for axa who was poisoned with gold and also for abbie who died form a cold
B is for bigtanky now go suck a fuck she died of claustrophobia well she actually got stuck
C is for Comentatorno1 and his brother P1 they both gorged themselves on some bad curry lamb
D is for dvl, dgecko and doubleb they fell off a mountain while looking for me
E is for ero, that guy was a champ but then he got stabbed one night by a tramp
F is for feebalk, funksteena and friartuck while crossing the street they got hit by a truck
G is for ghostgirl and the lovely sweetgee they got shot by teacher at a university
H is for hunhun and while at burning man she blew herself up along with her van
I is for ilisu who loved colors bright and was tragedly killed in some senseless fight
J is for finkel, trust me on the spell, her and the abscondmongrel got sent back to hell
K is for kristyanne a shortie sweet chick who got trampled to death by a rednecked hick
L is for lexmonkey he disloged his jaw he turned inside out and that's all i saw
M is for matt who had little dogs but wasn't inmune to adam's stinky clogs
N is for northshorerian she called buses a (boose) and while tending her garden got gored by a moose
O is for ooo he had bad bad luck, his big frenchie head got squashed by a rock
P is for paxgitmo a great mind for blogging and while fighting for freedom triped a mine without knowing
Q is for quixotic she loved to hang loose and she still hanging up there, her neck on a noose
R is for ribstealer who was afraid of the rain and while looking for cover got hit by a train
S is for schvetybetty she was a girly deluxe but she fell one day to some strong chicken pox
T is for tomdog he was also big tease and fell to his own tomdog bug disease
U is for u and those i forgot i really can't ryme so tis all i got
V is for venomiss she was stalking jolie and fell on her head while climbing a tree
W is for woodnutter a man with broad shoulders who got traped in at work in between of two boulders
X is for xris the guy writing this he ate a big steak and got madcow disease
Y is for yorrick he had a thing for a goose but was killed by a lady with a big huge caboose
Z is for zilzala the natural disaster she finally found love but was eaten by her master.



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COMMENTS (28)


steve: 10/22/2005 8:52 AM
photo/comentator #1 rule


xris: 10/22/2005 9:03 AM
yes they do


funksteena: 10/22/2005 9:05 AM
lol. very nice xris.


paxgitmo: 10/22/2005 9:25 AM
Xris, this is even better than Gorey.

I like TQ1s and I had a relationship like Zilzala's once.

More bedtime reading for Steve.


kristyanne: 10/22/2005 9:30 AM
LOL!


thequixotic1: 10/22/2005 9:34 AM
Heehee-
Thanks xris, I haven't been so informally informed of the manner of my death since the last time I played "light as a feather, stiff as a board." :)

I think Lex & Tomdog are my favoritest lines.


tomdog: 10/22/2005 9:44 AM
I love Gorey and you've done a great spoof! and thanks so much for the mention


lexmonkey: 10/22/2005 9:49 AM
simply awesome!


axa13: 10/22/2005 9:52 AM
Thanks, oh thanks, oh thanks be to you

Here's a lost line I found in my shoe:

S is for Steve the man with the Buzz Button
While chasing the girls he choked on some mutton

Fortunately, like Photographerno1 I will return to at least haunt you

}; )

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photographerno1: 10/22/2005 10:17 AM
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW THAT WE ARE DEAD.
WILL YOU KEEP FUCKING YOUR EMPTY BED.
OR WILL YOU GET UP SOZZLED
AND GO DOWN ON YOUR SHADOW AND GIVE HIM HEAD.

NO SICK MAN TO OUR COLLECTIVE GRAVE
YOULL GO
LIGHT CANDLES AND SEE THEM BLOW
AND CRY AND YOU SELF GUILT SHOW

THEN RUN TO DRSTEVELIFEGIVINSKY
FALL AT HIS FEET TO BRING US BACK TO LIFE
AND WE WILL COME
ALL OF US
TO PUT
ALL THE KNIVES IN YOUR BUM
WITH YOUR ENTRAILS
A GUITAR WE WILL STRUM
YOUR SWOLLEN ENJOINED TESTICLES
WILL BE BONGOS FOR OUR DRUMS
WE WILL PEEL YOU, CRUSH YOU,
AND THROW YOU IN A HEARSE
THAT WILL THROW YOU AT ABU GHARAIB
ON A LEASH OF A BEARDED IRAQI NURSE
AND CSOTBA SWEET CSORBA.
BETTY, AXA, FUNK,RIB
TATYANA POODLES ,
AND ALL OF US WILL CURSE
AND EVEN IN YOUR NEXT LIFE
OUR DEATH YOU WILL NEVER REHEARS.E.
THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY
WILL BURN WHATS LEFT OF YOU
ON A STAKE
AND AUTOMATED BUZZBOT
WILL FEATURE YOUR END
AND FOREVER MY HAND SHAKE.

MATRIXNO1..
SUPORTED BY STEVEN
AND NOW XRISX WE ARE
COLLECTIVELY EVEN.




paxgitmo: 10/22/2005 10:21 AM
I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.


schvetybetty: 10/22/2005 10:24 AM
his big frenchy head! hahaaahahahaaaahaaaahha!


xris: 10/22/2005 10:25 AM
haha p1 cracks me up!!!!!


axa13: 10/22/2005 10:42 AM
Yes, PNO1 does that to me, too.

I think I see a great new Epic Bollywood horror film being hatched.

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photographerno1: 10/22/2005 10:50 AM
OTHER MEMBERS OF THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY
WILL ALSO COME
TO WRITE A COLLECTIVE POETIC EPITAPH
ON YOUR ..DISGRACEFUL BUM..

ALL THAT WE DID FOR YOU FORGOT
ONBUZZNETS CYBERMAGIC JUST A BLOT
AND TO KILL US ALPHABETICALLY
A SINISTER PLOT
AND YOU SAY SO WHAT..
AXA SILVER..
WILL CUT OFF YOUR
HEAMOGLOBBIN DANGLING
PENILE ENVYISH... SLOT
LACKING


hunhun: 10/22/2005 10:55 AM
:) :0 :) :0 :) :0 :) :0

Closer to the truth than you know, my friend



northshorerain: 10/22/2005 11:10 AM
Hilarious xris !! :D !


drunkgeko: 10/22/2005 11:16 AM
Héhéhéhé.... très sympa Xris!
Merci à toi! :)


ribstealer: 10/22/2005 1:43 PM
holy swollen nuts, xris!! i must admit this is my first xposure to Gorey...reminds me of a bad acid trip or three...or twenty-six...!
i find it teeth-chatteringly fascinating - cheers you crazy mo-fo, keep churning that butt-er!!!!!


paxgitmo: 10/22/2005 2:30 PM
You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.

What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.

It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.

So- I've brought you a mirror.

Look at yourself and remember me.

- Jalaluddin Rumi


ooo: 10/22/2005 2:53 PM
So THAT's what happened! :D


abscondmongrel: 10/22/2005 4:28 PM
ahhhhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhaaa

X is for "XXXcellent" just like Mr. Burns
R is for rancid, the meat that had turned
I is for Ice cream that gave him the runs
S is for shitty, the smell of his buns.



venommlss: 10/23/2005 4:20 AM
"V is for venomiss she was stalking jolie and fell on her head while climbing a tree "
Excellent..!! What a way to go!! next time.. can I just fall on her??


feebalk: 10/23/2005 12:54 PM
ohhhhh
cute!
i love it
thank about the 'F'
kisses


bigtanky: 10/23/2005 1:23 PM
hehehe that is the awesome!!


woodnutter: 10/24/2005 8:19 PM
Coolnessness! I actually collect Gorey stuff. I had all 5 of his books. I have some somewhere in in a box. 'alas, I have too much studying to do instead of fun stuff reading....


zilzala: 11/14/2005 10:56 PM
perfect


tolovemoon: 01/28/2006 9:50 PM
I knew it! you are nuts just like me! I guess they need to make a pshco hospital so all of buzznetters will have the care needed for all the bolts n screws we loose from lack of sleep, staring at weird pictures, commenting on others stuff.....:) writing crazy but cool journal entries! You still rock Xris! :) Peace!



I have never been able to forget Xris and I had just got to know him, the the rest of his extended family..it was Steve who called me and said that night Xris was slaughtering us all and this is before theThe Massacre at Haditha.. so I took up cudgels and fought a poetic battle.. single handedly..and it is the comments on this Post of Xris that are the Poems.. of all the other Mega stars.., goddesses, god men, and your truly.. the Home boy, Megalomaniac Shia Thug... ha ha ha ..10 9 8 7 5 4 3 2 1 and here I go Bust

Touch Me Not


Touch Me Not
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
I am in love with the smoothness, the tactile sweetness of Touch.
And she will never know it.
Feelings that shall remain Untouched.
And A touch is worth all the prayers in the world..
A simple Touch that becomes a Healing Touch..
At the tip of our fingers lies God. or perhaps his Godliness..
Heretical words it may seem, but when you are dying and she touches you and closes your eyelids she has performed that one act of Human kindness and Tenderness..
Her Touch sends you away on a raft and you eyes closed shall finally reach the banks of your Destination.. ..
Untouched by the blasphemies of Life that you leave behind like a snake’s moulted skin.
Yes forgive Me I am in love with Touch..
The Healing, Unfeeling, Touch.
And you can Touch without touching.
She Touches Me each time I think of her.
Thank You
Touch.

Oh Blog Goddess


Oh Blog Goddess
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
Oh Blog Goddess with a heart of Stone..
the Blog Cybernetic Space our combat zone
falling in love with you
My fault bemoan..
Self exiled my sins atone
Torturous waters,
an Unknown Zone
You ravaged my Soul
A Cataclysmic Cyclone
God Adam Eve
a faulty Rib Bone.
Garden of Eden
Serpent prone
You in my Hell
I won’t be Alone.

To An Alaskan Fern

If you ever fall in love,

And the going gets tough

And the weather gets rough

Dont panic,stay cool

And remember the words of a drunk

Stay afloat dont get sunk.

Righteous Indignation debunk

Be wary of shallow waters

Stay afloat and dont get sunk

So says the El Gekko

Also a drunken Old Monk



firoze shakir

fucked photographerno1

went to shoot an alaskan fern

got shot instead and has a lot to learn

digitally burn...

alaskan winds tempestuously spurn

my tears like seminal drops

slithering dancing

within her labial urn

Perspective Reversed

This picture is a pick of the year picture sent to mt by net savvy scientist neighbour..
Its an amazing picture , it says so much and so much more.
I could write a poem here or a short story...on a protective armour called the hijab.

Shia Resurgence of Faith

a shia child carries his heritage as he grows
that he is a shia the whole world knows ...
from the rivulets of his eyes
a tear of a tragedy as it flows
lachrymose
the color black the color of rose
among all the colors this color we chose
mournful memories in our clothes
enemies of shiasm are our foes
allah ho akbar we expose
reminiscences of karbala
every day is ashura
under their nose
ya hussain
ya hussain
we propose
through
azadari e hussain
through tabarrah
metamorphose
stamp of hussainiyat
we superimpose
we dont have to deny our faith
or hide our shiasm
or disclose
oops fuck taqqaiya
says firoze

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