Friday, October 5, 2007
The fat overseer mother watches me curses me under her breath, but all this does not frigten me at all..
I reiterate making children beg from morning to late evening is the worst form of human terror and child labor is far too tame a word.
Strange but there are no NGO s here to highlight this juvenile atrocity..
I as a photographer bring this malaise out into the open..
Within a drop
Of a tear
from here to eternity
riding the crest of
the waves like an
arrow into the heart
the soul of the sea
this son of Lord Shiva
The spirit of
That he sets free
Not a Hindu
Not a Muslim
Not a Christian
Not a Sikh
Not a Parsi
Within all of us in
His soulful sanctity
Godliness in Diversity
Is our Cultural Identity
Ganpati Bappa Morya
A collective cry of Peace
In Hope Love and Unity
The Magic of Tom-Doyoulikeit American Photographer
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
here are some pics.
i didn't really know what to send.
i can send more if you need a better variety.
Tom Doyoulikeit is an American photographer based in California about 18 yearsold .
We met at Buzznet , in August 2005 , the time I had just joined Buzznet after being admonished by Father of Photo Blogs Brandon Stone at his forum, when I totally new to photoblogging farted out a “How to Upload Pictures..”he immediately had me evicted from the serious forum unsubscribed , though he was generous enough to let me be a PhotoBlogs Org member ,asked me to join Bloggerspot learn the basics , I did
but I also joined Buzznet.
And it was Buzznet that fleshed my soul with words an incorrigible photoblogger .I was a good photographer, but was new to the written word, all this writing culminated when I gave my pedestrian heart and soul to the Blog Goddess.
Tom Doyoulikeit, and I became friends , I was captivated by his imagery and his wordless poetry of pictures .
But my happiness was short lived at Buzznet, my site Photographer No1 was hacked and some crazy mother fucker pushed in a few porn pictures, so the site was frozen..I did not have the controls as Steve Haldane the developer dude was checking at his end..pictures were viewable to all.
In the meantime I took another identity Commentator no1 also at Buzznet , and was hoping to move out from here as I began transferring most of my 7000 blogs to Word Press.
But in Lucknow where I went to shoot my first Ashura 10th Day of Moharam, skipping the Ardh Kumbh, I cancelled the tickets though my Naga Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj was waiting for me to shoot his contigent for the last Shahi Snan.
In Lucknow I gave my visting cards to people that had all my Blog List.I came back to Mumbai, but in the meantime the Shia Wahabbi fundamentalists saw my hacked pictures and I began getting threats to my life and family..
They were baying for my blood, so that night I decided to delete all my blogs 11000,
I contacted Buzznet but they were taking their own sweet time and it was far too many blogs to delete, it is here that I appealed to Tom giving him my password so he too began deleting my posts. Deleting an account completely at Buzznet was next to impossible..
So I will never forget Tom Doyoulikeit.
I got back my Word Press account after the storm had died down, but only text no pictures, as the picture URL was Buzznet based.I began putting back the pictures from my homesite
This was one site my son Asif Shakir a soft ware programmer had blocked from public view..
One day while browsing Buzznet I was not a member I realized Tom Doyoulikeit had deleted all his pictures and left to an undisclosed destination, than I decided to come back to Buzznet to track Tom.. I took a new ID Shiathugno1..
I wrote articles on Tom I was the only one who had his profile picture..but it was tough there were far too many clones that Tom had spawned..Doyoulikeit was a commodity name on the net but no originality of the real Tom..
I joined Flickr and began blogging here and crossblogging to my other sites at Word Press and Bloggerspot..My Buzznet new avatar I left in cold storage ..
And a few weeks back Tom sent me mail , we relived the old times , I requested him as I consider him my American Guru to send me pictures that I would like to display on my Flickr Phhotostream..
So this is my tribute to a great American photographer. Tom-Doyoulikeit .and I will not forget Dr Glenn Losack MD whose photoset too are on my photostream..
This the holistic healing power of the PhotoBlog..
A greater power than mere photography ..a power to spellbind the human soul..
So welcome to the world of the real DOYOULIKEIT..a glimpse I will ask him for his link so you can see all his stuff..this is a mere stepping stone to Toms Heart..
oct 3 2007 in ludhiana
“woman puts son, self up for sale
34 year old desperate for funds to treat husband seriously injured in car crash “
A system that sucks a system that fails
Is India shining?
within the agony and the cry of a wail
Under trials locked up for long time no trial bewails
Justice blindfolded overcrowded jails
Sting operations that’s out to make money
The wrong person nails
Politics criminalization on a large scale
Two sides of a nations remorse
Be it head or be it tail
Infanticide killing of the girl child
If its not male
You need money a good defense lawyer
Kill murder rape you are out on bail
Online frauds defrauded by email
Little children begging at traffic signals
Child labor flourishing the law won’t curtail
Read the newspaper watch electronic media for more gory detail
in a mans soul bleeding pain congeals
waters of India where the inner battered self heals
redeeming your spirituality a new path reveals
a blow to th demons within you it deals
a new karmic reality your dharma unpeels
dedicated to a born fighter dr glenn losack md
where Muslims are treated worse than Dogs
whipped ripped raped as web logs
dedicated to a Muslim hater Mr Krubashankarji
Pepper in your
Some extra sex spice
Some Pseudo French flies
Time a suicidal hoax
The art of biting poetry
Some Indian inhuman cries
Bound to you in a predestined
Only a worse smith in disguise
journalistic curiosity god forsaken
son of a bitch ...flickring hope
that yonder lies.
from time to time
papered tattered wings that dont fly..
a window sill that weeps good byes
cybernetic love that pretend s
death online no surprise
a cake that
her burnt mitten
it would not be baked
a thirst that even
cyberemetic love cannot slake
a magician and a mandrake
orgiastic poetry almost a fake
what is milk if it does not shake
masturbative melody on her swan lake
predestined folly of falling in love unawake
me my heart impaled on a stake..
a new heart that only she and no god can remake
The poem hunter forum goddess
Bhartihari god bless as
Love gone sour we witness
She who uses men as pawn
While she plays betrays
poetic discussion as chess
if you ask me if I love her
I would benignly say Yes
As we all love her no more
Siddhartha in the eye
Of a needle Herman Hess
She has distanced herself from me
The narrow-mindedness whiteness
Of her heart you don’t need to guess
Her forgetfulness that eases her largesse
Poetically I stammer one sided love
With which her hearts doorstep I trespass
To retrench my hope from this mess
Only this issue through words of my worthiness
To her silence I address
a poem... that he composed
without overexposing his mother
on the internet ...
as good as he could get
you bet ..
54 th birthday
heart to let
a bird in the hand
birds in the bush no sweat
pigeon shit stool
mind unfucked by mass
her figure hour fucking glass
a cut of class
life let them pass
bad times like
a mound on my venus
tatooing my multi colored ass
a fence blue skies and
straw colored grass
yes wise man born
now a jack ass
i cant surpass
thoughts of her through
my minds spy glass
this man from mumbai
not from madras
a multi colored ass
a trembling door
bollywoods most wanted
pedestrian fashion store
cybernetic love no more
yes a part of my masculine hymen tore
life and death after life is
a frickin syphilitic snoring whore
a castaway searching for her shore
another one in the poem hunter forum
she loves me no more...the origin of the flame
she swore on my face as she shut her door
i dont think i will live long
once in good times i was strong
rich capable and head strong
she promised to walk along
winds of misfortune me headlong
than one day she ran away
my countess from hongkong
leaving me behind
me my sad song
to depression distress devastation
to a world of happiness i do not belong
sleeping on a bed of cobblestones
my misery i unfeelingly prolong..
my soul mate sleep nightmares
Some did come back
Some their asses
their misplaced egos
held hunch back
some change cybernet
with rusty jacks
some trapped in
posteriors of back tracks
no place like buzznet
on windows or mac
where will you find a xris
or a pax..
two dis similar
cupboard cosmos ransack
a cry baby
suck what cracks
in bolulevards bivouacs
yorrik ben bell
on a blogger tarmac
to love moon
all in one shack
aljie doing tantra yoga
on an astrology
so many others
that need a whack
buzznet should not
take them back
cry babies your woes
please dont come back
a needle fucking a horny haystack
with pouted camera lips
of a disposable kodak
bollywoods most wanted
Most of the kids nude with their innocence and genetalia on voyeuristic display, its a very sad sight, today the hijdas were not around, Laxmi and her gang are not to be seen since a few days.Some of the older girls are aware of their bludgeoning sexuality, and use it to terrorise their horny male mates, the idea here at the signal is about productivity, more kids more money, and thriving business, kids malnourished, bloated gaseous bellies, running noses, injured limbs, most of the injuries are part of child abuse..I have written on length and posted pictures on my homesite ..
All the kids know me, and come behind me have their pictures clicked..and also get beaten for posing for me.
I know there are guys who hate beggar photography as it portrays our city our country badly, but this is a fact of life you can not ignore , they are citizens as much as we are.. their problem has to be given priority..
I dont sell pictures and Beggar photography is not my excuse to showcase my photography..but it is there and shall remain as the city gets battered with migrants who come here to pursue their dreams.. the only city in India with the Magic..where dust becomes gold, where a Delhi telivision actor becomes the King of Bollywood Sharukh Khan..
Yes Mumbai metaphorically Slumbai
or the perverted politicians Shangai
human hopes hung to dry..
a tear from a blind mans eye..
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