Monday, August 13, 2007

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These are catfish, they were caught near the sea shore by the Koli fishermen that catch them in their nets, put them aside in a turquoise basket. I think its the first time that at Bandra Bazar Market I was given a dubious quality mackerel last afternoon, I ate one , and felt funny so I gave the other pieces to my crows, who hang around near my shop, later wife sent a pulao with Saif that I could not eat.

And I have been at shop, fighting and shouting my lungs out at the state of my flickering Internet connection, its like a premature ejaculation, and the words that scaringly say

Page cannot be displayed,

Server cannot be found,

He was fucking

And got swallowed

in a vaginal mound,

Hand and feet bound,

Iqara broad band

You Telecom tried

to make it hand raised,

but finally succumbed and got drowned,

now I might have to find someone else

to masturbate me online

on the rebound....

Poem Hunter Pretentious Poet Crabs

Message sent to Ask at Poem Hunter

I take my hats off to you and women like you , to enter the dragon poem hunter forum requires more than a testicular attitude , the forum as I see it has nothing to do with poetry, just using Ginsberg, Bukowiski as a cover up to beat other poets even if their writings ar mediocre.. Posthumously they might attain their three minutes of fame.
Kicking Ted Sheridan’s butt is not poetically ethical, it is a bias of male hate for not having what Ted has down below and what a lady poet might not have up above..
I think the forum is a Jacuzzi all naked but still wearing clothes..
I have just two words Fuck Forums.
I tell you one thing very strongly you want to improve someone’s nascent poetry, send him a private message; he will become your friend for life.
A lady posted a poem but there were a few spelling mistakes I sent her a polite message she responded, poetry according to me is healing the soul with words, not to make a multi colored ass bleed , it has bled under colonialism for far too long.
And the Blaines, the Arsewells the Fucked Foulks , the Shephards will be left with a dwindling flock…. no readers.
I mean calling a poet a Tired Man..this lady needs it badly
real badly...
The Poem Hunter Forum is crabs pretending to be poets.. Pincers ready to grab any thing that comes in the way..
I would not mind if you post this at the Forum.. for me..
Maybe I am wrong in some of my estimations but I paint what I see this should hurt only those whom the cap fits..
I wish if this could read as poetry I would have posted it as a poem..

Firoze Shakir

I finally did write a poem..a currency of thought exchange.

Fucked forum of poetic hate
Bottled agony.. Coming out
In sheer bad taste..
On multi colored ass cut and paste
A poetic pretentious life gone to waste
Tired but not retired lady poets
Anything but chaste..
Envy of Testicular fortitude
Misplaced …
Poetry heals with Words
The Human Soul .
A thought corrupted debased
Poem Hunter Forums
A Jacuzzi all naked
Sodomizing mind space
A Gitmo , a poet penitentiary
Not a poets lounge
Or a poet’s corner replaced

Distempered Delusions


Ill tempered

Bad tempered

Puss in boots

A silver studded camera

Pouted lipped

A goddess


And she shoots

Euphoric Rhetoric’s

Journaled jingoism

Heroics heroism

Home buoyed

Devoid of love

She loots

Poets and deflowered poems

She cares two hoots

She and her sacerdotal


In cahoots

Ejected dejected

From her heart

A heart beat

In the safety

Of this

Poetic parachute

Kitten pawed

Leopard clawed

Beauty unflawed

Razor like tongue

Hack sawed


Me and my Divining Rod

Love her Hate her

By God

Puss in Boots


On my designer ass


Hunched like

Notre Dame

Feline menagerie

Radio humped

As an animal farm

a ricocheting reverie

A Gandhian echo

Hey Ram

Shia Thug

Iraq Afghanistan

My Lai

Memories of Vietnam

American Imperialistic Hegemony

A storm miscalculated politics

To destroy a global calm

The person I am alluding in this poem is a part of a Gitmo syndrome..

Silence is a Poetic Pause


Is a poetic pause

A love bound

To a hidden clause

She who profits

Through my loss

A rolling heart

gathers no moss

just flaws and

broken laws

Love a loaded coin

I lost the toss

my karma

my dharma

in her open jaws

a dying mouse

in her kittened


Puppets of a Lesser God

Two glasses of water, free no charge to beggared souls, the rickshahs black and yellow blurr add to the ambience of our Bandra Bazar Road surroundings . This outside the Pahelvi Hotel, where I have Brun Maska ..buttered hard bread.I gave them also.

Dont ask me , but this is a picture of Hope my favorite, the eyes say it all, I reiterate that the little kid is mesmerized with my rings, my attire. Yes it is these little kids who treat me as Photographerno1.

Like two peas in a pod
childhood slip shod
these are the
children on a string of life
puppets of a lesser god
spare the child spoil the rod
hopes dashed on the shores
of a desecrated destiny
rough shod
turner road
traffic signal squad

Mourning on her Mound

battered bald faced

incarcerated thoughts

habeas corpus confound

rigorous imprisonment

hard labour

isolatory confinement

cellular cell

weather beaten wishes

mountainous hopes



on her mound.

tears that gush out

from a bleeding stream

a seeping source

a weeping source

buried underground.

an untalking heart

heart beats




mumbai, hot and humid

archived betrayal

inbox envy


soulless soliloquy


trackless backless thoughts

trespassing temerity


as the worst

of me


in leaps and bounds

American Resurgence

I stayed awake all night

9 determined American Gladiators

Led by Claudio Reyna

And an incredible fight

Shell shocked Italians

A match unfixed emotions

And their accursed plight.

And I have never seen such

A Samba in Soccer and American Pride.

Alessandro del Pierro can go back to Roma by the next flight

The American goal post Kasey Keller and delight

Kept the Italians puzzled and a winning goal out of sight.

Said the American Resurgence to the Italians,

Forget soccer go back learn to fly a kite.

The most enjoyable Soccer and a most enjoyable Night

Who The Fuck Cares ! Who the Fuck Cares!

photo courtesy Baptist Press News.

Asinine asymmetrical warfare

A heart of a bush and a soul a blare

Fuel fortune seekers claim their share

While you know a world eunuched body

Watch and stare .Who the fuck cares.

A new ideology asymmetrical warfare

A soul of a bush and a heart a blare

Scriptured pages of humanity they burn and tear

And their sins on the heads of terrorists

They wash and wear .Who the fuck cares!

A New Mantra asymmetrical warfare

A bushed in heart and sold in blare

A counterfeit Saddam duplicity unbare

A sartorial Karzai..the Taliban dare

And al Qaeda bomb and scare.

Who the fuck cares!

Who the fuck cares.

Its the loot that matters..

Who the fuck cares.

Who the fuck cares!

Rehana's Rosemary's Baby

This is a picture that Rehana my kid sister sent me of Sherizade the Persian Calico Princess, before I went to Bangalore, its a bit fuzzy, a feline quality found among felines and females..
Women are human impersonations of cats, they have all cat like qualities, their fluffy bodies, womn body hair has its own intrinsic unique quality, that they shed such is the vagaries of their female sex hormone, women if you dont have a blocked nostril have feline musky smell, it gets stronger and all pervading if they have their periods, in my drunken days and my over morbid sexual stupor I did sleep with a Goan feamale who thought bathing was robbing away the essence of her womanhood..I can assure the fragrance or that love making on the wet bottom of a car in the monsoon still remains an unforgettable memory..Goan women stink and the stink is very heatish and touches the core of mans sexual divinity..She wanted to marry me this head giving head strong woman , but she wanted me to become Catholic, and change my name to Firoze FX Fernandes, that this name was incidentally owned by my Holy Name Ex Horny Principal who spared no women cassock is not part of the perjury...That I wish not to commit..
Well Women those that are are as frisky as kittens, but with a deadly female dog quality of survival .. are a deadly specie..they have three souls instead of the one that God miserly gave..sometimes without offending God I think , had he made Man a Eunuch it would have been wiser ,a eunuch that could love eunuch, having both sets of organs, and the quality of reproduction, this woman thing badly misfired and fucked the world from asshole to eternity.
Any way I digress Women are catlike, claws paws and all, everytime wanting mans seminal solitude , and solicitude of mans milk of human kindness, women love to turn over, women love to Meeeeeeeeeeaow.. this one quality is euphoric historic metaphotic, yes believe me Yorrik...and women on the wilder side can be more than Whorric..
Well Women can see in the dark, no doubt about that, they can see your stashed away cash, your boyfriend if you are the two timing loving both sides of the rump of a bread ,
women are feline , a mysterious race, a mystical race , women like cats have good toilet habits they leave no trace..I dont know if cats would love to be called Women, the menstrauation machinations and all women caprices..
But yes Women are Cats in one single life they carry as many as nine lives, babykins,toddler, sweetie kid , lollita , prepubescant pesky, barbie, shrew, married matron, and become poets the worst stage of a womans metamorphosis, going after tired men, women poet love like cats to rub themselves , here anything will do, the edge of the drawing table, the cocklike feel of the chair leg, and women poets ike cats love licking, licking and more licking, they throw up badly as fucked comments on poems written by tired men, luckily women poets were not born with cocks.. that would be courting a cockeyed catastrophe..
Women yes for once God fucked it up badly, but his only saving grace was that he had made Man and the serpent both fuck women anyway..Man with a serpent and the serpent within Man..
And believe me a few catlike Womens Paradise is at Fucked Forums at Poem Hunter...
I think I will continue this after taking inputs from sister Rehana who is a much better closet writer than me..
She is just waiting to break out..
This is for Sherizade fluffykins .. a feline but not a woman female fatale.. cats have so much to unlearn from Women...

Feline Cathood v/s Womanhood

Upside Down World Of Photographerno1

When she says I love you
Fools are slaughtered
Where angels fear to dare
She will lead you
Up the garden path
Your gonads in her snare
She stoops to conquer
You penile dick head
Oxymoron orangutan
Your testicles from
The roots she will tear
No remedy no repair
Eunuched sucked up sorrow
Now that you have lost your pair
Aaaaaaah Buzznet Memories
Washed away seminal tears
No more sadness to spare
Forgotten chapters
Dog eared unread
Walter de le Mare
Upside down..
Sprawled on all fours
Follicles of rain washed
Pubic hair
Reaching out
When you are
Almost out there
Going down in a
Tunnel of eternal despair
Computerized agony
Corrupted CD
Flaccidly unhardened soft ware
My adult poetry
For above 18
Sexual innuendoes
Choking the best of me in mid air
Words Words Words
Erotic emotions
Surrendered sorrow
God this one time
Answer my prayer
Trembling trepidations
Of a human heart
Like a Genie in bottled glassware.

April 6th, 2007

Lab Pe Ati He Dua ..

Every morning at 8.30am sharp Allama Iqbals poetic rendition in the sing song voice of little kids from a nearby madarssa enters the echoing caverns of my heart..
Lab pe Aati he dua.. I sitting on the impoverished throne of my toilet seat almost go into a trance… I think the beauty of these translucscent words is in the watery feel that washes my face lyrically.
This would be lost in translation.And for the new person that has added joy to my self exile
A Total Nobody
I offer this as a Tribute and my love for her chirpiness, as I told her in a message that I would die a million times and be born another million times to be her friend..or whatever her destiny seeks from me.
And do I always have to fall in love with Mothers. I give up.
Love online and of the Mind goes beyond… far into the Horizon.. touching untouching..
My 800th Blog I offer to my New Friend A total Nobody from Florida.
Yes I am doomed to love American women.

A Soulful Prayer

Lab pe aati hai dua…
lab pe aatii hai duaa banke tamannaa meri izindagii shammaa kii surat ho Khudaayaa merii
duur duniyaa kaa mere dam a.Ndheraa ho jaaye
har jagah mere chamakne se ujaalaa ho jaaye
ho mere dam se yuu.N hii mere watan kii ziinat
jis tarah phuul se hotii hai chaman kii ziinat
zindagii ho merii parwaane kii surat yaa rab
ilm kii shammaa se ho mujhko mohabbat yaa rab
ho meraa kaam Ghariibo.n kii himaayat karnaa
dard-ma.ndo.n se zaiifo.n se mohabbat karnaa
mere allaah buraaii se bachaanaa mujhko
neyk jo raah ho us raah pe chalaanaa mujhko

This post has taken me close to 2 hours with the page disappearing like my fate line …on the Mound of my Palm…

April 6th, 2007

Lord Siva Goddess Kali Cosmic Gods

O Mother-Fire! Thy storm-eyed ken
Tortures my eyeless fate.
Before me shine all wonder-ways
Of thy immortal Gate.
The face of rapture thy stroke unveils.
Matchless forever Thou art
To make us reach the Peak unknown,
The One’s all-embracing Heart.
The fount of Power at thy Feet abides.
Thy cosmic dance of Noon
Throws fast on earth the nectar-floods
Of snow-white fire-pure Moon.
- Sri Chinmoy
Maha Kali

In another aspect the Mother Divine is called Mahakali. In this aspect she is the warrior Mother who is fighting all the time against the hostile forces, against human imperfection, limitation, bondage and death. At the same time, she is all Compassion for the sincere seekers. In all Her divine aspects, the transcendental Mother is full of Compassion, but in this aspect she is undoubtedly the Mother of supernal Compassion. Mahakali has more Compassion than the others, for she does not allow anyone to cherish imperfection in the physical plane, the vital plane, the mental plane, or in any other plane. It is her infinite Compassion that frees men from the fetters of ignorance.

On the one hand, Kali looks absolutely terrifying and ferocious when she comes down to the vital plane of human ignorance. But on the other hand, she is very, very compassionate. She sheds bitter tears when she sees that anyone is wallowing in the pleasures of ignorance instead of trying to transcend his limitations, ignorance, darkness and death. So she fights against our enemies for us.
Mahakali is the Mother of aspiration. She has great fondness for height, for the highest transcendental Height. If she is satisfied with a seeker, then in no time she will carry that particular seeker to the highest transcendental Height. She is also the Mother of fastest speed. She has the capacity to expedite the seeker’s progress in the twinkling of an eye. She takes the aspirant to his Goal infinitely faster than the other cosmic gods and goddesses. In a single day she can give him the progress which otherwise might have taken him fifty or sixty years to make. Those who want to make quick progress in the spiritual life, and those who want to attain to spiritual perfection as soon as possible, need the assistance, help, guidance and protection of this particular goddess for special Grace.
Kali quite often exercises this dynamic power of transformation, but she does it only for those who have boundless and implicit faith in her, for those who feel that at every moment they can be divine heroes dedicated to fulfilling her cause here on earth. Her to fulfil here on earth should be the aim of the hero-worshipper of the Mother Kali.
This Mother demands absolute sincerity, purity and one-pointedness in the consciousness of those who want to adore her and worship her. Only on these conditions will she accept a devotee. She has no time to wait for insincere seekers. There are other gods and goddesses, especially the goddess Lakshmi, who will tolerate insincerity. They wait with their love and compassion for the seekers who are only half sincere, but Kali is very strict and will not do that. She wants absolute sincerity and purity immediately and then only will she take one to the highest Transcendental Abode of the Supreme.
The pure gold colour which represents the divine manifestation, is the true colour of the Mother Kali. In the highest plane she is absolutely golden, although most pictures show her as black. She often looks black because she has entered into the vital worlds of aspirants who are still impure but who want to be purified in order to transform their consciousness. When she sees that an aspirant is really sincere and dedicated, she enters into his vital and destroys for good the lower vital movements that have to be destroyed and transforms whatever can be transformed into higher aspects of Divinity.
I am sure most of you have heard of the very great spiritual Master Sri Ramakrishna. The Goddess Kali was his Divine Mother. It was Mother Kali whom he worshipped and adored; it was with Mother Kali that he established his ultimate transcendental Connection and Union. There came a time when Sri Ramakrishna’s consort, Sarada Devi, found no difference between Mother Kali and her husband, who was also called Thakur. She would say, “Where is Kali? Who is Kali if not Thakur.”
As for myself, I personally regard Kali as my dearest Mother. This aspect of the Divine is most dear to me. In India all families without exception have a family deity and our family deity is Kali.
Mother Kali is the consort of Lord Shiva. Lord Shiva is the silent aspect of the transcendental Reality and Mother Kali is the dynamic and active aspect of the transcendental Reality. If we think of Shiva and Kali with our ordinary human mind, then we separate them; but if we look at them with our inner eye, then we see that they go together. Truth is complete and we are fulfilled when the dynamic aspect and the silent aspect function together. God in His feminine aspect, God the Mother, is Mahakali. God in His masculine aspect, God the Father, is Lord Shiva.
Those in the West who want power, but who have no feeling for any Indian goddess or deity, can directly invoke the power aspect of God: God the Power. He has Compassion. He has Love. He has everything. So if we pray to God the Power, the indomitable Power, we will get the same blessings as we can get from this particular goddess.
In one of our Upanishads it is mentioned that the ultimate Truth is: “That is far and at the same time is near. That moves and that moves not. That is within, that is without.” It is within and without. When our inner consciousness is fully awakened, we see that if something is within, that very thing also has to be without. If we have sown a seed, then it will germinate and there will be a tree. If the truth is already there within, then the truth has to be manifested sooner or later outside.
Excerpt from The Dance Of The Cosmic Gods by Sri Chinmoy.

This ia temple at Juhu that I shoot each time I pass by it, I am in dillemma all my pictures that I had copied from my deleted site at Buzznet have disappeared..
Searching for them from my homesite is a horrendous task, my right hand has not improved,I cant write or work on hordes of pictures I have.
This morning after two weeks I went for to test my blood sugar levels,ECG at Dr Sanjeev Mani a netizen like me.
Wife has gone to get the reports.
I have been walking mornings at Carter road, evenings at Bandra Band Stand..wife accompanies me in the evenings, she has stood like a rock shoooting insulin..
Life is chained to a bed…
Words Unexpressed instead.

March 24th, 2007

Lord Siva

Lord Siva
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
Picture shot by me at Vasai Fort


article courtesy

by Jayaram V

If Brahma is the creator, Vishnu the preserver, Siva is the quintessential destroyer. His duty is to destroy all the worlds at the end of creation and dissolve them into nothingness. Modern theories of space do suggest the possible ending of the physical universe after some billions of years through the expansion of a gigantic black hole devouring the matter from endless galaxies. Perhaps Siva would be the black hole performing this task.

However this does not mean that Siva would remain idle till the arrival of that time. Before the worlds really come to an end, Siva has many things to do to keep the worlds going. His first and foremost task is to destroy many things in order to ensure the Rta or the order of the universe. Siva’s destruction is not negative. It is a positive, nourishing and constructive destruction that builds and transforms life and energy for the welfare of the world and the beings that inhabit it. He destroys in order to renew and regenerate. His destruction is the destruction of an artist, or a surgeon or a cook. Through destruction he facilitates the smooth transitions of things and events from one stage to another.

He destroys our imperfections in order to ensure our spiritual progress. He destroys our illusions, desires and ignorance. He destroys our evil and negative nature. He destroys our old memories, so that we can move on with the movement of time. He destroys our relationships, attachment, impurities, physical and mental wrong doings, the effects of bad karma, our passions and emotions and many things that stand between us and God as impediments to our progress and inner transformation. And in the end when we have made sufficient progress, when we are ready and prepared, and when we are willing without any inner conflict, he destroys death.

There is no reference to Siva in the Vedas, except as a quality. There are some hymns addressed to Rudra, a fierce storm god, the father of Maruts, who heals with his thousand medicines. (For more information about Rudra please refer the Vedic pantheon). It is said that the practice of worshipping Siva was a non Aryan practice which was slowly incorporated into Vedic religion as an ongoing process of reconciliation with the non Aryan tribes.

Sivaling literally means the body of Siva. Next to the symbol of AUM, it is perhaps the most potent, powerful and popular symbol in entire Hinduism. In almost all the Siva temples, worship is generally made to Sivalingas only. Very rarely we come across his images in the sanctum sanctorum of any Siva temple. A Sivaling is usually a round or cylindrical and protruding object. The cylindrical part is held firmly by a circular base.

On the physical plane, the object resembles the male sexual organ, suggestive of the creative power of Siva. The circular base resembles that of the female, suggestive of his consort Parvathi. Physically a Sivaling is a phallic symbol, representing the male and female sexual organs in a state of conjugal bliss. Mentally it symbolizes the union of mind and body. Spiritually it represents the union between Purusha and Prakriti, the highest principles of the manifest universe.

The Sivaling is also symbolic of the Supreme Self. It is verily Maheswara Himself, the Highest Self and the Lord of the universe. In this aspect it has three parts. The lower part represents Brahma. The middle part, which is octagonal in shape, represents Vishnu. The upper part, which is cylindrical in shape, represents Rudra and is also called Pujabhaga since it receives the actual offerings of milk and other substances.

The Sivalingas are normally found installed in the temples . But many devotees of Siva keep them in their houses and offer regular worship. People are however cautioned not to keep Sivalingas in their houses without offering worship, since they are believed to be powerful sources of divine energy. Sivalingas are either naturally found or made artificially. Different materials are used in their making, such as clay, gold, crystal, glass, diamonds, precious stones and wood. The round and smooth stones found in the river beds of the Narmada or the Godavari are considered to be the most ideal for worship. Sometimes Sivlingas are made temporarily with clay or sandal paste and disposed of after worship. Some devotees wear Sivalings on their bodies or around their necks. When Sivalings are found fortuitously in the river beds and desolate places, it is considered to be a great omen. They are housed in temples or houses and offered regular worship. Description of Siva

Unlike Vishnu who is depicted as dark blue, Siva is white in color, except for his neck which is dark blue. Images of him in dark blue color is however the norm. He leads a life of severe austerities. But in the images we find him tall and well built. His body is usually besmeared with ashes, denoting his frequent rounds to the cremation grounds. He has three eyes. The third eye rests between his eye brows. It is the eye of wisdom, by opening which he destroys our false selves and our myriad illusions. In contrast to Brahma who is generally depicted as old, Siva is usually shown either as a young or middle aged god.

Though he is described in the scriptures as god of anger, in the images we generally find him in his cheerful and jovial mood. Sometimes he is depicted with a lot of innocence in his demeanor as Bholenath. He is generally shown sitting cross-legged in a yogic posture, with his eyes closed and deep in meditation. When he is shown with his eyes open, his face expresses love and compassion. The images of Siva evoke in us deep emotions. Those who are inclined to worship god are naturally drawn to him as they hold him in their minds.

Unlike Vishnu, who leads a luxurious life, surrounded by opulence, Siva and his family lead austere lives in simple surroundings. He is a god of utter simplicity, exemplary humility and austerity. A tiger skin and an elephant skin serve as his garments. His long matted hair is normally tied into a knot or left flowing. He has four arms. With one he holds his weapon the trident. With another, he holds Damaru, a small drum. The remaining two are held in abhaya and varada mudras (postures).

The tiger and the elephant skin symbolically signify his ability to control and transform animal nature. The trident represents the three qualities, namely sattva, rajas and tamas. The damru denotes his connection with the primal sound AUM, the creation of alphabets, languages, grammar and music. His long matted hair denotes his spiritual life and his great powers. It is also compared to the night sky. He wears a garland of snakes around his neck. Sometimes we see more snakes: one across his body like a sacred thread and two acting as bracelets around his muscular hands. The snakes symbolically represents his control over desire and sensuality. Sometimes in his ferocious aspects, he is shown wearing a garland of skulls. The crescent moon adorns his hair like a silver diadem. And the Ganges flows from his head down into the world below.

Though he is an ascetic, he lives with his family. He is very fond of his consort, Parvathi, whom he married after subjecting her to a lot of tests. Unlike Vishnu, who treats his wife more or less like a servant, keeping her at his feet, Siva treats his wife as his equal and shares his seat with her. She is literally his better half and occupies half of his body. This earned him the title ardhanariswara (half female half lord). Normally we find her always by his side, especially when he is seated in Kailash, sharing with him all the honors that he receives.

He seems to dot on his two children, Skanda or Kumara and Lord Ganesha or Vinayaka. The Bull Nandi is his vehicle. Nandiswara is humility personified. He is very knowledgeable also. Nandi taught Hanuman the secrets of Vedas and lessons in humility! Another important member of his retinue is Bhringi, the zealous devotee who was not inclined to worship anyone other than Siva and refused to worship even Parvathi, till he was made to realize his mistake. Although a mountain dweller, he is not attached to anything and true to his ascetic nature, keeps wandering from place to place. Mount Kailash is his abode, where live his family, his devotees who attained liberation and his great army of goblins, imps and ghosts. Symbolism

We have already explained some aspects of symbolism associated with Siva in the previous paragraphs and in our other articles on Siva and Trinity. Siva symbolically represents the tamasic quality. Because of this he is called pasupathi, (the lord of the animals). His body color which is white, denotes his purity (sivam) and association with the snowy mountains. His three eyes represents the three worlds, the sun, the moon and the earth, the three paths of liberation and the triple nature of creation. The third eye is actually the eye of wisdom or occult knowledge. The moon that adorns his head represents the movement of time and also his cosmic proportions. With the the moon there, his head becomes the night sky, for which he earned the name Vyomakesa (one who has the sky or space as his hair). His association with the moon is in contrast to Vishnu who is associated with the Sun as a solar deity. The moon also symbolizes his association with the occult and the tantras.

Siva is generally a seated yogi, a posture with which most Hindus are familiar. However we also come across Siva as nataraja or tandavamurthi in a dance posture. With his hair flying in all directions and hands and feet in dynamic motion, the image of nataraja is a symbol of harmony and rhythm. Among the objects which are associated with him popularly, apart from the trident and the Damaru, are battleaxe (parasu), rosary (aksamala), pasa (noose), khatvanga (magic wand) and khadga (sword).

Followers of Saivism are familiar with three words: pati, pasu and paasa. Pati is Siva himself, the lord and husband. Pasu is the deluded self that is caught in the cycle of birth and death. Pasa is the bond that binds the pasu to this world and it gains liberation through devotion and surrender to pati. Aspects of Lord Siva

Siva is known by several names and worshipped in various forms. We are mentioning below some of his most famous aspects:

Panchanana Siva: In some temples Siva is shown with five faces. Each of the faces has a name and represents a specific aspect. These five faces are Isana, Tatpurusa, Aghora, Vamadeva and Sadyojata. Isana faces south east and represents Iswara aspect of Siva known as Sadasiva, or the Eternal Siva. Tatpurusha faces the east. He is Siva in his aspect as a deluded purusha or ego. Aghora faces the south and represents the destructive and regenerative aspect of Siva that, like fire, first devours life and then prepares the ground for its renewal. Vamadeva faces north. He is healer and preserver. Sadyojata faces west and represents the creative power of Siva.

Anugrahamurthy: This is the milder or peaceful aspect of Lord Shiva when he is in the company of his beloved devotees or his family members.

Ugramurthy: Also known as Raudra , Bhairava, Kankala or Samharamurthy, this is the ferocious or angry form of Siva, generally associated with the events during which Siva assumed his terrible form to slay the demons or the wicked. The following are his well known terrible forms:

Kankala-bhairava: The form which he assumed after cutting off the fifth head of Brahma
Gajasura-vadha-murthy: The form he assumed while killing a demon named Nila
Tripurantakmurthi: The form he assumed while destroying the three cities of gold, silver and iron built by the three sons of Andhakasura
Sarabhesa-murthy: The form in which he allegedly fought and killed, Narasimha, the incarnation of Vishnu.
Kalari-murthy: the form in which he fought and defeated Yama to save his devotee Markandeya.
Kamantaka-murthy: The form in which he destroyed Manmadha, the god of lust, for disturbing him while doing penance.
Andhakasura-vadha-murthy: The form in which he defeated Andhakasura, who subsequently joined his forces as his commander and became popular as Bhringi.
Bhairava-murthy: The form generally found in connection with the secret cults of Tantricism that involve his worship in the cremation grounds and grave yards.
Tandavamurthy: Lord Siva is a master of dance forms. He is the author of all dance forms. The science of dance ( Natyasasthra) dealing with the 108 types of classical Indian dance forms said to have originated from him just as all the yogic postures. In case of Lord Siva all dance is a form of expression, which he uses either to relieve the tensions in the world or alleviate the sufferings of his devotees. Sometimes he also entertains the gods or his wife or his devotees with his dance. About nine forms of Siva in dancing mode are described, of which the most popular form is Nataraja (the king of dance). Though we have a number of icons of Siva as Nataraja, he is rarely worshipped in this form either in the temples or in the households. His other dance forms include, Ananda-tandava-murhty, dancing in a pleasant and cheerful mood, Uma-tandava-murhty, dancing in the company of Parvathi, Tripura-tandava-murthy, dancing while slaying Tripurasura and Urdhva-tandava-murhty, dancing in the air.

Symbolism of Nataraja: For Siva dance is a kind of entertainment, or activity, that is spontaneous and without any purpose. Just as the entire creation is said to be an activity of God for His own entertainment and does not seem to have a definite purpose, so is the dance of Siva. It is not a specific artistic activity. It is not some kind of a sport with a particular aim. It is a spontaneous movement of rhythm and harmony, that bursts out like a flower from the bud, a smile from a baby or a rainbow from the sky, without a flaw and pleasing to the mind and the senses. Everything he does, each and every movement of his body, is a spontaneous expression of beauty and rhythm.

Nataraja is Siva who is hidden in all the rhythmic movements of the manifest creation, the so called cosmic dance that ensures the orderliness (Rta) of the universe, the movement of the earth and the heavens, the arrangement of the galaxies and the inter stellar spaces, on which depends precariously the whole balance. His dance is a divine activity that suffers no conflicts. It entertains our suffering minds and dispels our ignorance. It destroys our illusions and burns the worlds of demons and darkness. Finally, at the end of creation it dissolves the entire universe into a mysterious period of suspended activity. He dances upon our ignorance. The Apsmarapurusha (the forgotten and deluded self), on whose body he rests his feet in the image of Nataraja symbolizes this fact. And for Siva this whole wide world of apasmarapurushas is a stage on which he enacts his dance drama.

Dakshinamurthy: This is Siva in his aspect as the universal teacher, teaching the secrets of yoga, tantras, yantras, alchemy, magic, occult knowledge, arts and sciences, ancient history or knowledge of the future to the sages and saints, gods and goddesses and his highly qualified devotees. He is called Dakshinamurthy, because he does his teachings sitting on the snowy mountains of Himalayas and facing towards the Indian subcontinent, which is in the southerly direction. The images of Dakshinamurthy, depict Siva in his pleasant mood, seated on a high seat, with one leg folded while the other rests on the Apasmarapurusha, the deluded self. Two of his arms hold a snake or rosary or both in one hand and fire in the other. The snake is a symbol of tantric knowledge and the fire symbol of enlightenment. Of the remaining two one is in abhayamudra (posture of assurance) and the other holds a scripture in gnanamudra (posture of presenting knowledge).

Lingodhbhava-murthy: This image signifies the importance of Siva in the form of Linga as the Supreme Self, without a beginning and without an end. According to Hindu mythology, Siva once revealed his infinity to Brahma and Vishnu in the form of a pillar of fire that could not be scaled by either of them from one end to the other. As Lingodhbava-murthy, Siva appears seated in the heart of a Linga, with four arms, while Brahma and Vishnu adore him from the two sides.

Bhikshatana-murthi. This is Siva in his ascetic aspect, wandering from place to place, with a begging bowl made of human skull, doing penance or lost in his own thoughts. Even today we can see some followers of Siva going around the villages in India in this form. Some of them even do a little magic to attract our attention or scare away the trailing children.

Hridaya-murthy: This is Siva in a mood of reconciliation and friendship with Vishnu. Also known as Harihara or Sankaranarayana. The images show the right half of Shiva on the right side of the image and the left half of Vishnu on the left side.

Ardhanariswara: This Siva and Parvathi together in one form signifying the unity of Purusha and Prorate. The feminine left half of Parvathi is fused with the masculine right half of Siva in one continuous form, sometimes standing with the Bull Nandi in the background, or sitting on a pedestal and blessing the worlds, with eyes open or closed. Minor Deities of Siva

The minor deities are part of Siva’s Retinue. Among them the most important are Nandi, Bhringi, Virabhadra and Chandesvara.

Nandi: It is interesting to note that unlike the Vedic people who regarded the cow as sacred animal, the followers of Siva venerate the bull! It is because Nandi, the Bull, is Siva’s vehicle. Nandi is invariably found sitting right infront of the sanctum sanctorum in every siva temple facing the image and looking at him all the time. In fact no one is supposed to see the chief deity in a siva temple without paying homage first to the seated Nandi and looking at Siva from afar through the space between the ears and the top of his head. There are some temples in India which are exclusively built for him like the famous Nandiswara temple in Karnataka. Nandiswara in his anthromorphic form appears just like Siva, with three eyes and four hands of which two are permanently dedicated to the veneration of Siva while the other two carry his weapons. Symbolically Nandi represents the animal or the tamasic qualities in man which Siva rides and transforms with his energies. As we have already noted, Nandi is well versed in all scriptural knowledge and spiritual knowledge and imparted knowledge of devotion to Hanuman. It is a tradition in many parts of rural India to let a Bull roam free in each village as a mark of respect to Nandi and to inseminate the cows in the village.

Bhringi: He was originally a demon named Andhaka, who was transformed by Siva into a humble devotee and admitted into his force as a commander of his armies. Bhringisa was so loyal to Siva that in his state of devotion he would not offer his worship to any one including Parvathi. It is said that when he saw once Siva in his Ardhanariswara form, he tried to bore through the middle of the body in the form of a bee to complete his obeisance to only the Siva side of the form, much to the annoyance of Parvathi. Bhringi who got his name thus was made to realize his mistake and change his behavior by Lord Siva.

Virabhadra He is Siva in his ferocious mood. Siva manifested himself as Virabhadra, when Daksha, his father in law, ill treated and insulted his wife Sati, Daksha’s own daughter, infront of a large gathering. Unable to cope with the insult, Sati immolated herself. This angered Siva so much, that he descended upon the place of Daksha with his large army and beheaded Daksha’s. The images of Virabhadra depict the anger and ferocity of Siva in that destructive mood, wearing a garland of skulls, and with four arms holding four different kinds of weapons. Virabhadra is a warrior god who was worshipped during wars in ancient and medieval periods. He is also the principal deity of Virasaiva movement and still worshipped by many in the Karnataka region of India.

Chandesvara He is an aspect of Chandi in human form later elevated to the status of divinity, to signify the connection between Siva and Chandi, or Durga. Chandesvara is a ferocious god, holding weapons of war and ready to do battle for a divine cause. His images are generally found in a corner in all the Siva temples. As in case of Nandi, devotees usually visit him and pay their respects before going to see the Sivaling in the sanctum sanctorum.

January 3rd, 2007
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The Alpha Male

The Alpha Male
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
“I’ve never done this with anyone before”
she said breathlessly to the alpha male
his engorged penis by which
hung an ancestral tale
simian sadness and travails
tweaked thumbnailed
viagra induced
to impale
sweating both lay
on the sandy cushion
of a beach ..
love making unveils
tormented sea waves
he who was wearing
ladies underwear
mascara gloss
manicured nails
winds flapping billowy
ship sails..
man born alpha
to seduce

April 11th, 2007

Gambler Meri Marzi

This was a suit I styled completely out of newspaper for a Hero No 1 of that time Mr Govinda, and the film was called “Gambler “directed by Dayal Nihalani and produced by Dhirajlal Shah and Pravin Shah of Time Magnetics.

This dress was for a song sequel called Meri Marzi and choreographed in a unique style by Chinni Prakash lyrics by Devang Patel.

This dress was the first of its kind totally newsprint and it was my tribute to Media but Mr Khalid Mohamed of Bombay Times and Film Fare who did no like me much for reasons unknown to me , pasted Times Of India on a dress that had had pages of all the prominent newspapers there were not too many newspapers those days just Times Of India , Indian Express and Midday, and Screen , one could only see that Times of India took undue credit without even assigning me the courtesy of a credit line.

So I hibernate on this part of the net away from Indian journalistc jalopies .

Govinda was the actor who inspired me to name myself Firoze Shakirs Bollywoods Most Wanted Designer No1.

The rest is History…

The film is about a police inspector who for any reason will not put his life in any danger, has a very loving family and a friend who is more to him than even his life. Look out for Govinda and his comedy that will be enough to set you in the peels of laughter. To see whether he becomes a gambler or not, watch this movie!

April 4th, 2007

Indians Love Shitting in Public

I love shooting pictures of people shitting, this as creative as creative one can get, shitting on the beach on the rocks is fine art , aptly tuned, as we drop blobs on the fucked canvas of our lives day after day , night after night , till we choke and the shitting , even the bull shitting stops for good.Shitting is a spirtual enterprise hold center realease like the laughter thing near Joggers Park.
Just try it out at the Carter Road, this is Bowellian Therapy
In the rains wear a raincoat, facing your ass towards the promenade looking into the eyes of the horizon do your stuff.. the feeling is one of orgiastic ecstasy.Nirvana .On your own terms.
You live long, see the Kolis , the Maharashtrian fisherman, bow legged with all the squatting, but tough, barrel like torsos , longevity guaranteed .This has nothing to do with people who eat fish dont die young.
At least in case you guys don’t agree, the fishermen will.
Shitting on the rocks, musical tones as they move out like wind touching the wires of a posterior of a harpsichord. all the ragas , my knowledge of Indian classical is limited to the Shehnai…Taal Mel of Sur and Alap…
Now move out of the arena of sea shitting come to the mainstream , see our moral police , shitting on the faces of law and order, these guys with no knowledge of Art , can talk to you about the fine line between Art and Obscenity.
Richard Gere Shilpa Shetty , a mere kiss a choreographic step, a dozen cases , beat the heat , this a shit that landed a few meters away from the doorsteps ..of the lady in the blind fold.
This is sheer travesty of the word Judiciary.
Actually Ap Ki Adalat , Rajat Sharma ,India TV have added to the woes , today Media is a parallel system of giving you instant notoriety , you are pronounced Innocent much before the courts will find you guilty.They bullshit in such a way that an anonymous arse whole becomes a celebrity in no time..
Did you know Haya Mirza , Jahnvi Kapoor was on prime time getting far greater mileage than the most sucked wedding in Bollywood, today Abhiash is synonomous with Jahnvi Kapoor , luckily Mayawatijis win in Uttar Pradesh showing the prismatic colors of Hindu Muslim Dalit in an Indian political rainbow of reality, that she won on her own steam..Samajwadi Party’s defeat they say in hushed tones is also synonomous with the Abhiash wedding..
This is shit as news and it rocks .
Kill some more pavement dwellers , get scott free with 6 months in a 5 star Hospital, at the most , you don’t have to resign to you fate for guilty feelings.. here the shit hit the wall of the prosecutors office and the local police station..
But is it their fault or the system that sucks shoddy system that sucks.This is shit that accidently got run over by Alistair Pareiras car .
A sari faux pas, well you have had it, the culture police have eyes like hawks, ears that hear , these sad lampooned elements , who have never held chalk to write the alphabet on the slate , teach you propriety , a man like MF Hussain, who has come up the hard way , reached the top is demolished by a single blow , simply because he draws Hindu Goddesses better than Hindu painters , I always thought that beneath the veneer of Hussain the painter there was a love of Hindustan.This thought is coincidental to my being from a Shia background.
And the anti Muslim painter , showing Muslims as terrorists , with all the hullabaloo , is still not going to fetch a price of a Hussain. So much for Art , its his creative expression , good luck to him, it should not bother us in the least I think so.
I think Mr M F Hussain is more Hindu than a Moslem.
But a man like M F Hussain would be equally bashed by the Muslims too, across the border I mean.
This is shitting in public, blackening faces of school teachers, this is pure Goondaism, even the cops fear the power of the cultural police.
You hold hands of your girl, you end up paying Rs 1200, extortion at all levels, at Band Stand the Hijda lifts his petticoat if you don’t pay her fast, before you lose you failing libido.
This is shitting in public.
The Hijdas private parts well they will keep appearing like breaking news before you are about to think about making love…
Ministers taking you abroad shitting on a democratic system human trafficking.
Cops playing Dirty Harry, this as bad as shit can be.They call this fake encounter killings.
This is not Alice in Gandhiland.
I give up.

Shitting in public is less evil than kissing, lip locking, or dry laundered love making, or spilling, stains that go away in jiffy with Ultra Surf.
I am all for shitting in public places.
I am the biggest Blog Bull Shitter , but I d rather be this than shit pedestrian pictures on Indian newspapers..that calls itself photo journalism.

May 17th, 2007

Nitin Manmohan Mukul Anand and Me

October 11 th will be late director Mukul Anands birthday .And to the left of him is his best friend Nitin Manmohan together they made Insaaf, Mahasangram and Army with Sharukh Khan and Sridevi.And I remember when Mukulji died of a heart attack at Pune we waited for his body to reach Juhu where he stayed with his wife and two kids.

And he was a brilliant director I worked with him on Khudah Gawah on Danny Denzogpas costumes, Agneepath , Hum.. and he was very fond of me..And than later I worked on his ad films for Mad Entertainment..

And today in all humilty I confess I owe my pictorial creativity to this legendary David Lean of Bollywood Mukul Anand.

And I also owe much to Mr Nitin Mammohan the film producer with whom I worked at his fashion studio Prachins, for whatever I am today..and today Mr Nitin Manmohan has become Mumbais most powerful builder..

December 27th, 2006

Bade Miya Chote Miya

These are costumes that I designed for Big B Mr Amitabh Bachchan and Govinda , David Dhawan was the director and Vasu Bhagnani of Puja film was the producer..Bade Miya Chote Miya was a Bollywood Block buster .

I worked for Mr Nitin Manmohan the producer who had a fashion store called Prachins.

Later I went on my own and it was Govinda who gave me the title of Bollywoods Most wanted Designer No1.

My Acting Stint Ranjish

Rahul Anand younger brother of Mukul Anand was producing a serial Ranjish directed by Mukul s chief assistant Shahjahan, and I was given a role , and had to wear the clothes that I wore normally.. It was an unforgettable experience..but arc lights were not meant for me ..I was a failure as an actor , I think.. now in retrospection..

Lage Raho Munna Bhai and Sallu Bhai

On the sets of Nitin Manmohans Chal Mere Bhai which I did both their costumes.. Sanjay Dutt, Salman Khan .

This was a fun film directed by the king of Comedy David Dhawan and produced by NitinManmohan of Neha Arts called Chal Mere Bhai and I had styled the costumes ., and I am seen with the two dashing heroes Sanjay Dutt and Salman Khan.

I used to work for Nitinbhai at his fashion store called Prachins, and it served as a great forerunner for utilising my talent in setting up my own studio, Bollywoods Most Wanted Designer No1.

Nitinbhai s company and film banner was the most envied, and I have been associated with Nitinbhai since Insaaf directed by late Mukul Anand .

And than Bol Radha Bol , Army , Eena Meena Deeka, Laaadla Deewangi and so many others including Dus .

And I keep in touch and hope that Nitin Bhai revives his banner once again as a pathfinder for Bollywood.

December 27th, 2006

Neelu the Entrepreneur Hijda from Delhi

Neelu the Entrepreneur Hijda from Delhi

She took a liking to me spoke about her struggle among the eunuchs the pitfalls, how she barged into a mans domain to become an entrepreneur, the scary competition, muscle power that wanted her out , as she did not belong to the male dominated system.
The transport mafia , all that.
A lot of wounds a lot of hurts was the indomitable spirit of a fighter Neelu the Hijda

Neelu the Entrepreneur Hijda from Delhi

Neelu does not go to Hijda Sammelans , can get any guy under the covers at a click of her fingers , they thirst for her, she is independent , free a businesswoman, she is a owner of three STD phone booths, a couple of autorickshas a few tempos her own accomodation in Delhi.
She told me she could make a fortune in prostitution, or as a bar dancer , but she was not interested in all this..took up business as her means of survival, she is scared of no one dares to smoke chillum publically .

The Hijdas of Matunga Road

On Matunga Road
Outside their shanties
Hijdas Chakkas
They stand
Their soul mates
Time wont expand
Supply and demand
Fishes out of water
un breathing
on dry land
karma crushed
dharma wavers
unplanned ..
destiny destroyed
strands of
pearl like tears
weeping on the sands
feminine frailty
feminine frivolity
feminine joviality
in no mans land.
A funereal march
Sepulchral silence
Shenailess no band.

shenai is a flute like musical instrument played at funerals and weddings its popular exponent was Late Bismillah Khan..who played the shenai , walking barefeet on Ashura the 10th day of Moharam.

April 26th, 2007

All Alone ..Hijda Among Men

I forgot her name, as I normally do end up giving fictitious names to names that are actually fictitious after all, I never carry pen or paper , never, I cannot see without my glasses diabetes is not the best soul mate of a person tripping over his own creativity, prior to this I never wrote at all, all this scribbling started when I was seduced by the Photo Blog , the attraction for the Alaskan Fern my disastrous dementia to leave all for the Northern Lights , aurora borealis, a few hundred poems later I realised I was no more young, a married man , and diabetic dysfunctionality not the best arsenal for wooing a woman on the net, common sense seeped in the dry areas of my deplenished mental faculty, I extricated myself offline to a realistic outmoded unromantic marital bead spread, till I was crushed under the Wheels of a Chariot like Dumper resounding waves of a Radio Humper ..
And so intrigued by the Diva the Blog Goddess .. a few more hundred poems later , I am back ,stretched out outside a trembling door.. a silence that does not yield even a monosyllabic smile..dark grey clouds loom over the horizon.. my caravan trudges away from the celestial cybernettic world of Buzznet.. no friends, no favorites, I am only a profile page getting raped , sodomized , every clck they want to know the myth of a Tantric PhotographerNo1.
New Bloggerspot is a Unknown Zone , arches that extend ,from my asshole to my eternity one after the other , some in faded light , some in silhouette, the only sound of acknowledgement for my beaten soul…whywhynot ..
Word Verification that reminds me of my failure , of loving a diety made in America that too is moulded with feet of Dainty Clay.
My daughter Samiya keeps telling me Dad why dont you write about Film Stars ,Mullahs, Priests Politicians why why the Eunuchs.. my ungendered unvendored androgynous amorphous soul begins beating wildly.. I am lips stitched in Silence like my Muse..

The way I write about the Hijdas one might thing I have tremendous access to them I dont…what I gathered was just the external manifestations of their life, I have never spent time with them , just the time during ramzan,that I spent with Laxmi Narayan Tripathi when she took me from Thana to Kurla to her relative Rose Kennedys birthday party , it was here I met Salma the Hijda activist..
Even at Bipin Tannas birthday party I met the Hijda performers and the Transgender Metrosexuals who are cross dressers . jewellery designers in real life…meeting them , having my camera on my person , made it easier to share those moments with all of you.
God gives me Hijda pictures …because he knows my respect for Hijdas is human based, no ulterior motive no ass does not fit into my sexual orientation…
I want to my site to be a watering hole for any one who wants to go beyond the myth of the Hijda.No one funds me , I do it with a genuine love for photo blogging.. period.
I do not believe in frivolous commenting, I am happy that nobody comments on my pictures or what I write , the silence from your end is the finest comment to my efforts to bring you a unique world untarnished by any bias or adverse opinion.
Photo blogging is for people who are perceptive ,pre intutive formidably emotional and knowledgeable…you can bull shit a few posts but not 7064 posts…
I have gone slow , my Delhi Chehlum pictures are on hold, Lucknow Ashura unposted, Alibagh bullock cart race unworked un posted…the Sufi finale I left it half way at my homesite..


April 26th, 2007

The Hijdas and Tantric Photographerno1

Leaving aside Laxmi Narayan Tripathi , who speaks her heart out on Hijdas , the others that I met keep a low profile each one terrorises the other, every where in eunuch groups one would find internecine politics,..its a power equation race, jealousies , favorite chelas, ugly ducklings, the basest human nature at work among eunuch groups, I saw much of this at play at the All India Hijda Sammelan, my friend Laxmi Narayan Tripathi had not taken part, she is feared for eloquence based on Truth Justice and Individuality of freedom for the Hijda , she was the one who told me to go and visit the Sammelan, I had never attended one in my 53 years, the kindness of Mr Santosh Shetty organiser of this grand event , who accompanied me among the various groups of Hijdas allowed me to take pictures, it was a one and half day affair, shooting time would be less than 6 hours altogether, I watched observed a lot, made friends, and hijdas are private people , suspicious of the outsider, I was dressed as a Sadhu , that made them fear me more.. the next day I wore my turqoise attire , but the event had to prematurely close down due to municipal permission problems, there was the articles in Midday by Salma a Hijda activist that talked about the auction of the pretty eunuchs by other Hijda groups that caused panic large scale suspiciousness of journos specially photographers to the Hijdas I looked a Tantric Photographer No1.
I was lucky meeting Gopal Bhai Babita and Basanti the Eunuch Queen.. maybe the next event I wont face many problems, negativity exists in all genders, its a human trait.. but life has to be treated positively.. that is part of Mutual Coexistence of the Sexes.

Rayomand Framroze My Childhood Friend

keith kanga
vimal patacharige
rayomand framroze
a christian
a buddhist
a parsi
a muslim
very close
some living
one dead
this is life
i suppose
that even time
could not oppose
kieth kanga
in an unmarked grave
in eternal repose
jony castle ground floor
granny fufu mmemories
cut short to woes
a thorn by another name
bears kinship to a rose
nostalgia a breath of suffused thoughts
behind closed doors
one day i too
will sail away
a message in a bottle
searching for shore..

rayo stays ar colaba we keep in touch.. keith kanga passed away , vimal is in sri lanka no news of him.. me … well i am all over word pressed..

April 5th, 2007

Babita The Queen of Hearts

Babita is the heart throb of Najafgadh.
A very charming Hijda lady, more lady than the ladies that are born ladies biologically.
She is the foster mother of Mona the child eunuch.
Her life partner is Gopal Bhai Haji.
A very sincere kind human being.

Its a pity I never got to meet them , as they dont miss the Urus of Ajmer Sharif.
I miss the Moti Katra area the watering hole of all the Hijdas.
I miss Basanti, Sohel, Zeenath, Kajal, and so many others that I met last year.
Even Laxmi Narayan Tripathi has removed her presence from my lifes horizon.
I took a domain name for my Hijda site but have not found a home for it..
I am also fortunate that web site surveys on the Hijda ethos take cognizance of my contribution in my writings on the Hijdas.
I met a lot of them on the train during my Bangalore trip both ways but shot no pictures.At Gulbrga a Shrine of a Holy Saint in Karnataka where the train halted I met the beggar varity of Hijdas but no pictures.
The North Indian Hijda is more compliable and friendly ..easily understood , here it is the language barrier..down South.
I met the Turner Road beggar Hijdas , and they are very friendly humble going about the job of begging ,but the Turner Road Traffic Signal kids have returned after a very long hiatus and give them a lot of trouble...
Today is a home ridden Sunday.. I have stayed at home..

Eid Ul Fitr Namaz Bandra Station 2018