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Rayo - My Childhood Bawa Friend

Rayo - My Childhood Bawa Friend, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 86,356 items / 521,848 views

The text for this post I received as an email attachment, and I thought I would add to its shelf life, by paying tribute to my oldest childhood friend Rayomand Framroze ..we were three actually Rayo , Vimal from Sri Lanka and late Keith Kanga of Atomic Forest.

Rayo stayed at Khatau Road close to Wodehouse Road ..We Keith , Vimal and I stayed at Jony Castle..it was called Khatau Mansions when we were young.

Vimal stayed on the second floor in a house that belonged to Gazdar Jewellers Taj Mahal Hotel.Vimal and Keith were on the same wing..Keith's father Dossabhai Kanga a Parsi magnate owned the entire ground floor of their wing.

I stayed in the adjoining wing that was completely owned by late Nawab Kashmiri, we stayed in two room spacious servants quarters on rent ..1955 or before., I am bad with dates


I have not met Rayo for several years , but we connect more efficiently n…

A Shia Blogger on the Fast Lane

A Shia Blogger on the Fast Lane, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Message from Glenn Losack


WHATS THE SHUTTER CLICK LIMIT ON THE D80 OR IS THERE

SERIOUSLY COUSIN

HOW MANY IMAGES CAN THAT D8O SHOOT

ISNT THERE A SHUTTER CLICK LIMIT

YOU TAKE MORE IMAGES THAN ANYONE I KNOW

CANT WAIT TO GET YOU ANOTHER ONE YOU DESERVE IT


i shoot
pictures of pain
no metaphors
no hyperbole
pictures plain
as they pass
my camera vision
like a bullet train
capturing
the essence
of humanity
hope and hindutva
a peaceful chain
on the fast lane
a shia blogger
his soul embedded
in ashura karbala
the pain of hussain
cutting his head
as a protest
against yazidi
terrorism year and again
a bleeding heart
a bleeding brain
they call us heretics
they call us insane
from a tear of a mother
the shia ordained
on the soul
of my motherland
my blood drained
my cultural inheritance
as my birthright contained
as a shia pandit
nirvana attained
hussainiyat
a heritage
of humanity
we call hussain

Nandi the Bull

Nandi the Bull, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nandi_(bull)

Nandi (Sanskrit: नंदी), is the bull which Siva rides and the gate keeper of Siva and Parvati in Hindu mythology. Temples venerating Siva and Parvati display stone images of a seated Nandi, generally facing the main shrine. There are also a number of temples dedicated solely to Nandi.

1. A primary god: Nandi as a separate god can be traced back to Indus Valley Civilization, where dairy farming was the most important occupation, thus explaining the appearance of various artifacts, such as the 'Pasupati Seal,' indicating a deity much like Shiva. This deity- also known as Pasupati is believed to have been worshipped as the keeper of herds. Some purans describe Nandi or Nandikeshvara as bull faced with a human body that resembles that of Shiva- in proportion and aspect, although with four hands, two hands holding the Parasu (the axe) and Mruga (the antelope) and the other two ha…

Magic Eye

Magic Eye, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. "Vakratunda Mahaakaaya Suryakotee Sama Prabha

Nirvighnam kuru mey Deva

Sarva kaaryeshu Sarvadaa"

Meaning

O Lord Ganesha who has a large body, curved trunk and brightness of a million suns, please remove all obstacles in my work always.



Aum Shri Ganeshaya Namah
Aum Gam Ganapataye Namah
Aum vakratundaya hum
Aum kshipra prasadaya namah
Aum shrim hrim klim glaum gam ganapataye
Aum sumukhaya namah
Aum ekadantaya namah
Aum kapilaya namah
Aum gajakarnikaya namah
Aum lambodaraya namah
Aum vikataya namah
Aum vighna nashanaya namah
Aum vinayakaya namah
Aum ganadhyakshaya namah
Aum bhalachandraya namah

the lords chariot
flying on the wings of wind
towards mumbai
the lord with the all seeing eye
lord asthavinayaka his magic eye
lord siddhivinayaka all powerful eye
ganpati bappa morya a chant
a jappa of love of humility
within the corridors of mans eye
sitting on his throne
he removes the obstacles
the molten tear from mans eye
before he is immersed
in the …

Ganesha Workshops Ganesh Gully Lalbagh 2009

Ganesha Workshops Ganesh Gully Lalbagh 2009, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I start a new series at Flickr as tribute to Hoipe and Hindutva a message of global peace beyond frontiers of the mind and its timelessness.

I took a bus from Bandra and came to Ganesh Gully Lalbagh where the Ganeshas are spiritually created by artisans - call it the magic hands of Faith..

Out of clay they create Divinity..that touches thousands of people during the Ganesha Chaturthi festival.

I have shot the workshops only to show the Western mind the power of Faith , clay molded by human clay, bringing forth Lord Ganesha.

The Ganeshas are later decorated by the pandal owners or devotees.

I show you Ganesha as a form as a sculptors spiritual dream , a poet shooting poetry created by poets.

I was barefeet and from the workshops I walked to Prabhadevi to attend the Loculus 2009 photo exhibition put up by Girish Mistry's students ..

I could not meet Mr Rawle the sculptor at his workshop at Gan…

Fatwa On The Soul of a Photo Blog

Fatwa On The Soul of a Photo Blog, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 86,263 items / 521,261 views

My Profile page at Flickr has this not to be missed notice or disclaimer , but nobody reads it at all.

PLEASE DONT ADD ME AS A CONTACT IF YOU ARE INTO PORN SEMI PORN , KINKY GROUPS I AM NOT INTERESTED IN BEING A POSTER BOY ON YOUR LIST OF FRIENDS EVEN IF IT IS ONE SIDED FROM YOUR END- I WILL BLOCK YOU IMMEDIATELY ..PLEASE RESPECT MY RIGHT OF PRIVACY..AS I RESPECT YOURS..

PLEASE DONT SEND ME INVITATIONS FOR GROUPS..I DONT BELONG TO GROUPS HERE OR AT FACEBOOK OR ELSEWHERE

I WILL BLOCK ONE SIDED CONTACTS THAT HAVE ADDED ME WITHOUT THEIR PROFILE OR AVATAR OR THOSE INTO KINKY GROUPS..PORN ETC..

I am really surprised shocked and sad, people dont read my profile page at Flickr before adding me as a contact or friend, and because I show up on their friends list , without my explicit permission I am left with no choice but to block them.
I have no grouse or anything personal with them…

The Sissy Boys of Mumbai

The Sissy Boys of Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 86,264 items / 521,262 views

searching for love
warmth comfort
companionship
beneath a darkening sky
the pain the pathos
of the sissy boys of mumbai
comely beautiful nubile
like the kathoeys
or the chink eyed
ladyboys of shangahi
candy floss
sweet cabdbury
that time
keeps slurping by
at the gay parade
you will find them
shaking their
pompous posteriors
fly kissing no pun
to imply
the pain the distant cry
loneliness wretchedness
not being able
to find the night fall guy
panoramic colorful rainbow
ushering a new hope
article 377 must die

The Times of India

The Times of India, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Newspapers dont write about Indian Bloggers like me , but than Times of India is older than my eldest son in the family..much much older ...I pimp my thoughts for free ..the only editorial constrain my karmic conscience .

86,263 photo blogs / 521,256 views ...in 2 years at Flickr

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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Times_of_India

The Times of India (TOI) is a popular English-language broadsheet daily newspaper in India. It has the widest circulation among all English-language newspapers in the world, across all formats (broadsheet, compact, Berliner and online).[2][3] It is owned and managed by Bennett, Coleman & Co. Ltd. which is owned by the Sahu Jain family.

In 2008, the newspaper reported that (with a circulation of over 3.14 million) it was certified by the Audit Bureau of Circulations as the world's larg…

Preface to Life of Dorian Gray Oscar Wilde..

Preface to Life of Dorian Gray Oscar Wilde.., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. people.brandeis.edu/~rind/eng171/Wilde_Preface.html

Brandeis University
ENG 171A: History of Literary Criticism
March 28, 2003

OSCAR WILDE

PREFACE to THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY (1891)

The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is arts aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.
Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own f…

The Insular Artist in Pain

The Insular Artist in Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Preface to Life of Dorian Gray Oscar Wilde..

people.brandeis.edu/~rind/eng171/Wilde_Preface.html

Brandeis University
ENG 171A: History of Literary Criticism
March 28, 2003

OSCAR WILDE

PREFACE to THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY (1891)

The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is arts aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.
Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage o…

Words Do Not a Poem Make

Words Do Not a Poem Make, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. words that a prison wall break
a wordless world
thus zarathushtra spake
yet words do not a poem make
poetry from your inner soul
with a cavalcade of words
you cannot fake
the sweat of your brow
tears tumultuous turbulence
much more it takes
stir and shake
keep awake
as your muse
enters your system
like a wriggling snake
reverberating your
rebellious spirit
make no mistake
poems you dont serve
like a piece of cake
the best poems
after a heart break
a memorable feast
the reader and the poet
seamlessly partake

to john williamson man of words

Rushing to Shit on the Rocks

Rushing to Shit on the Rocks, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. this enterprise
overhauling
the bowels
will not wait
rushing
to shit on the rocks
at any rate
a bottle of water
to wipe the ass
before its too late
shitting on the rocks
a supreme spiritual state
where you bring out
what you ate
the surroundings
as you detonate
feeling high
feeling great
a new art you create
blobs that look like omelet
recycled as night soil
the plants await

once in your life time , get rid of all your inhibitions , i talk to you man to man , just pull down your pants and head towards the rocks at carter road ..shitting in the rains lashed by the waves and the rains is the best yogic movement you will ever experience .. the fisher folks are robust because of this ritual...performed with precision..now dont say ugh..its my call..

God Works on Sundays Too

God Works on Sundays Too, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. no overtime
poorly paid
god works
on sundays too
above the altar
near the pew
as close as close
as close to you
touching
his mortal self
through you
healing his wounds
healing you
from the wrath
of your soul's
swine flu



to benn bell
as my birthday present
giving a good friend
his due
om mani padme hoon

The Bechara Khada Parsi

The Bechara Khada Parsi, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. subha se sham
khade hain
badalati hui duniya
aur log aur unke irade
ade hain
kitne iradon par
irade khade hain
subha se sham
ek hi paimane pe
dhool aur mitti
ghangor barish mein
seth cursetjee maneckji
khambe pe gade hain
inke pairon
ki pat jhad ki
gardish mein
gharib log
pade hain
aj ki taza
khabar
sunne ke liye
kabutar aur kawwe
inke kandho
pe chade hain


taja khabar of khada parsi at.. link below

parsikhabar.net/khada-parsi-may-stand-elsewhere/

Husband Dont Shoot Me?

Husband Dont Shoot Me?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 86,209 items / 520,897 views

in your poetry of pain and pathos
dont include me a pedestrian precaution
husband dont shoot me ?
from your world on the internet reroute me
my world ensconced in privacy
time and tragic tales of your turpitude
that fooled and schooled me

Lucky Boy

Lucky Boy, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Lucky has been wondering why I come down the stairs alone , he barks , hoping that Marziya will emerge from the darkness.

Lucky belongs to the Shelars ..Omkar Shelar .

He is a lovable dog , very friendly and human loving ..Oops Marziya loving.

And Lucky has a surprise tomorrow morning as Marziya arrived from Lucknow tonight.

8 August 2009 ...

The Mouse Trap of Life

The Mouse Trap of Life, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. falling in love
on the internet
an aberration
that caused
heartburn to my wife
the story of a romantic blogger
caught dead in the mouse trap of life
a broken tale of tragic strife
a paper bleeding
begging mercy l
ill fated to the
the paper knife
searching for her
after life
on another planet
another time
the flesh of the soul
anti life

Hijra Mother Breast Feeds

Hijra Mother Breast Feeds, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. hijra mother breast feeds
to the surrogate childs
motherly needs
missing milk
to misplaced motherhood
copiously concedes
a missing womb
only pain and more
pain breeds
a hijra in widows weeds
cautiously as she proceeds
scattered sorrow of prayer beads
on the soul of hijra as it bleeds
oh father who art in heaven
to an androgynous god she pleads
malfunctioning words rushing like
an unruly unforgiving poetry stream

to john williamson
in a garden of flourishing words
planting new seeds