Sunday, July 5, 2009

The Eunuch Goat of Moti Katla

they castrated him
pulled out his testicles
he wept made no noise
a feminine male goat
he had no choice
eve teased by billy goats
horny boys
every body
wants to hump
him his eyes go moist
even old men in slings
with tools
they cant hoist
a eunuch goat
of moti katla
sacrificial
no choice
peddling his posteriors
to rickshah driven guys
some toy boys
even a few who
take him turn by turn
in the rich mans rolls royce
a loaded dice
called hobsons choice
stamped on his bleeding ass
article 377
may all you rejoice

Legalizing Gay Sex and the Hijra

She requested me not to shoot her picture , she had a few days back got married to her toy boy,they had come to Ajmer Sharif to place a chaddar on the fulfillment of their marital bliss and were really taken in by each other.
This was much before gay sex became legal in Delhi..I told her I would shoot her back, she agreed , and I have not directed the shot ..it is natural and spontaneous as you can see ..

Now Gay Sex is became an issue with the Catholics they say it is against the nature of man and god, it should be banned., the Muslims the Hindu right wingers all are up in arms..including the Sikhs.

However Article 377 the draconian sodomy law is against the fundamental right of man as far consensual same sex goes..it was a guilt of the fucked Englishman dumped on the soul of our nation, a nation that gave the entire world the manual to make sex without just being missionary..we gave them Kama Sutra ,they turned it upside down and gave it back to us as porn..this is what you call the western mans sense of ingratitude and sick sense of toilet humor.

Well I am ambivalent but as a friend of the hijras ,a marginalized society of untouchables I feel its time we became more mature more tolerant to changing times..gave people the basic rights to live they want to live without hurting the sentiments of the nation, terrorism is worse than issues of same sex, or gay sex , they should be bought under the scanner..

Homosexuality has always been there and will always be there law or no law , it has survived 149 years of being criminalized , I think making it legal was the mature and finest acumen of judgment on the part of the erstwhile judges of the Delhi High Court.

At The Gates of Hope and Harmony

The Holy Shrine of Khwajah Moinuddin Chishty al Sabri

Man Kunto Maula -Ali Maulah - Ali Maulah

Behind me is the Bulund Darwaza , within its passageway lies the Holy Shriine of Khwajah Moinuddin Chishty al Sabri..on top of the Bulund Darwaza on a normal day you can read the words of the Holy Saint embedded in every Shia person s soul, including the souls of those who love Imam Hussain the Apostle of Freedom from Tyranny.

Shah ast Hussain, Badshah ast Hussain
Deen ast Hussain, Deen Panah ast Hussain

Sardad na dad dast, dar dast-e-yazeed,
Haqaa key binaey La ila ast Hussain

Loosely translated

Ruler is Hussain, Emperor is Hussain,
Faith is Hussain , guardian of faith is Hussain .
Offered his head and not the hand to Yazid.
Truly, the mirror of faith is Hussai


Imam Hussain was the grandson of the Holy Prophet of Islam who was brutally and inhumanly Martyred on the bleeding sands of Karbala.His father was Hazrat Ali ibn e Talib..Most of the Sufis consider Ali the Lion of Allah to be the source of Sufism.

Qawwalis to the Holy Saint begin with Ali..the most famous being
Man Kunto Maula made famous by late Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Qawwal

Aaaa (Sufi Chanting)

Shah-E-Mardaan, (King Of The Brave)
Shair-E-Yazdaan, (The Lion Of God)
Qoowwat-E-Parwardigaar (The Strength For God)
La Fata Illa Ali, (There Is None Like Ali)
La Saif Illa Zulfiqaar (There Is No Sword Like Zulfiqaar)

Ey Man Kunto Maula

Aaa (Sufi Chants)

Man Kunto Maula
Khuwaja Ali-Un Maula

Dara Dil E Dara Dil E Dar E Dani
Hum Tum Tanana Nana, Tana Nana Ray
Tum Tanana Nana, Tana Nana Ray
Tanana Tanana Tanana Tanana
Tum Tanana Nana, Tana Nana Ray... (Sufi Chants)

Aaa (Sufi Chants)
...(Qawwali Vocables)

Deen Dara Dil E Dara Dil E Daa Deen
...(Qawwali Vocables)

Tanana Tanana Ray, Tanana Tana Nana Ray
Hum Tum Tanana Nana, Tana Nana Ray
Yalali Yalali Yala Yala Ray
Dara Dil E Dara Dil E Dar E Dani... (Sufi Chants)
Man Kunto Maula
Maula Ali Maula, Maula Ali Maula

Her Qalb Ali, Jism Ali, Jaan Ali Hai
Ik BeSar-O-Samaan Ka Samaan Ali Hai
Imaan Ka Matlaash E Ye Imaan Keh Doon
Iman To Yeh Hai Mera Imaan Ali Hai
Ali Maula, Maula Ali Maula
Maula Ali Maula, Maula Ali Maula

Haider-E-Um Qalandaram Mastam
Banda-E-Murtaza Ali Hastam
Peshwa-E-Tamaam Rindanam
K Sag-E-Koh-E-Shair-E-Yazdanam
Ali Maula, Maula Ali Maula
Maula Ali Maula, Maula Ali Maula

Man Kunto Maula...


www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXOnbygCLl0

Haq Ali Ali

www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_4iFCnroGc

Peersaab Fakhru Miya of Hujra No6 - At Home

Peersaab Fakhru Miya is a Sunni scholar, well versed in Sufism, Shiasm , who respects all religiosity, most of his hardcore disciples and followers are Hindus, he is not into conversion, the Hindus follow their own religiosity but have added Sufism as a part of their journey of life.

He has his sitting within the Holy Shrine it is called Hujra No6 , you enter it from Bulund Darwaza..I have stayed in this private chamber as his guest at his house , he has treated me like family, every trip that I have made to Ajmer , mostly during the Urus.
It is through Peersaab I saw Pushkar Brahma Mandir a few years back, he was the one who translated one of my dreams , and said Brahma wanted me to visit him ..I had a Sadhu Pandit as my guide who is the custodian of a 750 year old Hanuman Mandir also at Ajmer.

It was Peersaab who sent me to Taragadh foothills barefeet to the graves of the Hijra Saint and the grave of his biological son buried close to the grave of Bibi Jamal..

For Saif Shakir my youngest sons wedding reception , Peersaab was there to bless him ..so you can now see that his contribution to my life has been immense.

One of the very closest Murid of Peersaab is Zaved Akthar and his wife Afreen from Bangla Desh , so Peersaab has a lot of followers in Bangla Desh too.

Sheetal Bawa from Indore , Ramesh Bhai from Pune , and so many others are there to be by his side during the Ajmer Urus.

There are some very interesting people I have met at Peersaabs hujra no6, but the most amazing experience of my life was shooting the Whirling Dervesh of Ajmer at a event celebrated on the eve of Chatti on the terrace of his house..I was totally new to this choreographed moment of high never felt before...I have decided to learn this form as I too go into a trance called Kaiff.

Peersaabs grand children are Ahmed Ali and Zam Zam, totally in control, and inheritors of his legacy and wealth of his wisdom.
His two sons are the pillars of his Hujra No6 .. the eldest Farid Miya and the younger one Qambar Miya.

They tried to get me the permission within the Dargah but it was turned down citing terrorism as one of the reasons, and the gentleman in charge of the permissions, who saw my application and picture thought I was a girl and was a security risk..

Anyway in spite of his shortsightedness in just 1 day and one night I had shot a 12 GB card , subjects being the beggars, rafaees , the hijras and street photography.

I arrived at the Ajmer Dargah area on the night of 28 th June 2009 8.30 pm , I shot all of 29 th June till 30 th June morning , ..when I took the Aravalli Express that left for Mumbai at 11.15 am..

This is the beginning of my second 4 GB card ..and I dedicate this post to Peersaab..
I ate all my meals including breakfast at his house..during my stay in Ajmer..

The only stuff I bought from Ajmer from Kapil Agarwals gemstone shop are Dure Najaf , that Kapil said were a pair, Shiva and Parvati and some rectangular agates.. or Sulaimani Akik..

I bought nothing else.

Also I must mention here the most interesting Murid of Peersaab is Zubair Bawa , a great lover of Imam Husaain who publicly curses the enemies and killers of this beloved Imam , the martyred grand son of the Holy Prophet of Islam.

Zubair Bawa has 200 names given to him by his followers mostly lesser malangs and hijras.

I normally dont view the pictures I shoot till I post them at Flickr ..I have not seen the pictures of the Dancing Dervesh but I have a gut feeling they are my best effort in unlearning photography.

I Died The Day I Was Born..

posted at Facebook I too wanted to Raise my Hands to God   But Alas Both my hands were gone .. No I will never play gully cricket...