Sunday, August 9, 2009

Rayo - My Childhood Bawa Friend

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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 now that he is on Facebook.as Ray Framroze .

Rayo is in the white shirt ,I am in dungarees and a red scarf.. this is a very old timeless treasure of a memory...but he is now the quintessentially nomadic Bawa of Mumbai...

So read the attachment ..

A SALUTE TO THE PARSIS-A heritage to treasure


A SALUTE TO THE PARSIS ( An abstract from a leading Indian publication)

No Indian community internalised the civilizing mission of the British
As did the Parsis. Only 50,000 remain in Bombay today, mainly in South
Bombay, the most disciplined and cultured part of India.

In South Bombay, the cutting of lanes by drivers is punished, jumping
A red light is impossible, parking is possible only in allotted areas,
Roads are clean, service is efficient, the restaurants are unmatched -
Civilization seems within reach. South Bombay has some of the finest
Buildings in India, many of them built by Parsis.

The Parsis came to Bombay after Surat's port silted over in the 17th
Century. Gerald Aungier settled Bombay and gave Parsis land for their
Tower of Silence on Malabar Hill in 1672. The Parsis made millions
Through the early and mid-1800s and they spent much of it on public
Good.

Hindu philanthropy means building temples. They do not understand
Social philanthropy.

The Parsis built libraries all over India, the Birlas built 3 temples
In Hyderabad, Jaipur and Delhi. The Parsis built the National Gallery
Of Art, the Ambanis built Dhirubhai Ambani International School, where
Fees are Rs. 348,000 (US $8,000 a year in a country where per capita
Income is $ 600 per year) and where the head girl is Mukesh Ambani's
Daughter.
Mukesh Ambani is worth US$ 43 billion and the world's 5th richest man.
His brother Anil is sixth on the list, worth US$ 42 billion.


In the US John D Rockefeller spent millions educating black women and
Eradicating hookworm disease. He built the University of Chicago,
Johns Hopkins School of Public Health and Rockefeller University. He
Gave away $550 million ($13.5 billion in today's money) over the
Years, always setting aside 10 per cent of his earnings. The
Kingfisher Mallyas gilded the insides of the Tirupati temple with
Gold.


Bill Gates (who is 53) has given away $25 billion to combat malaria
And poverty. In 2006, Warren Buffet gave away $30 billion to charity,
The largest donation in history.

Lakshmi Mittal, the fourth richest richest man in the world says he's
Too young to think of charity... He's 57 and worth $45 billion.

The Hindu's lack of enthusiasm for philanthropy is cultural. The Hindu
Cosmos is Hobbesian and the devotee's relationship with God is
Transactional. God must be petitioned and placated to swing the
Universe's' blessings towards you and away from someone else. They
Believe that society has no role in your advancement and there is no
Reason to give back to it because it hasn't given you anything in the
First place.

Two centuries of British education was unable to alter this. The
Parsis understood that philanthropy - love of mankind - recognizes
That we cannot progress alone. That there is such a thing as the
Common good. They spent as no Indian community had on building
Institutions, making them stand out in a culture whose talent lies in
Renaming things other people built.

The Indian Institute of Science was built in 1911 by Jamshedji
Nusserwanji Tata, the Tata Institute of Fundamental Research was built
By Dr Homi Bhabha, the Tata Institute of Social Science was built in
1936 by the Sir Dorabji Tata Trust.

The Wadias built hospitals, women's colleges and the five great
Low-income Parsi colonies of Bombay. JJ Hospital and Grant Medical
College were founded by Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy. By 1924, two out of
Five Indians - whether Hindu, Muslim or Parsi - joining the Indian
Civil Services were on Tata scholarships.

The Parsis patronized art and culture. They gave Bombay Jehangir Art
Gallery, Sir JJ School of Art and Taraporevala Aquarium. The National
Center for Performing Arts, the only place in India where world-class
Classical concerts are held is a gift of the Tatas.

There are 161 Friends of the Symphony Orchestra of India
(www.soimumbai. In).. Ninety-two of them are Parsi. For an annual fee
Of Rs 10,000, Friends of the SOI get two tickets to any one recital in
The season, they get to shake hands with artistes after the concert
And they get to attend music appreciation talks through the year.

Donations of Rs. 1 million to the Tirupati Temple (www.tirumala. org)
will bring the donor and his family three days of darshan in the year,
one gold coin with the lord's portrait and 20 laddoos.

They know who their gift is for - not society - and so diamonds and
gold are the preferred offerings, things that cannot be used other
than as ornamentation to prettify the deity. The temple's budget for
2007-8 was Rs 9 billion (Rs 904 crore/ US $193 million!!!).

The Parsi dominates high culture in Bombay and this means that a
concert experience in the city is unlike that in any other part of
India. Classical concerts in Bombay are always full in halls that can
seat as many as two thousand.

Zubin Mehta, the most famous Parsi in the world, is in Bombay this
month for a series of concerts. Mehta, director of the Israel
Philharmonic Orchestra since 1969, will conduct the tenor Placido
Domingo, the pianist Daniel Barenboim and the soprano Barbara
Frittoli. Four concerts will be held at the Jamshed Bhabha Opera House
and then one at Brabourne Stadium with a capacity of 25,000.

No other city in India has this appetite for classical music and in
Bombay this comes from the Parsi. Despite their tiny population, the
Parsi presence in a concert hall is above 50 per cent. And they all
come. Gorgeous Parsi girls in formal clothes - saris, gowns -
children, men and the old. Many have to be helped to their seats. Most
of them know the music.

The people who clap between movements, thinking that the 'song' is
over, are non-Parsis. Symphony Orchestra of India concerts begin at
7pm. Once the musicians start, latecomers must wait outside till the
movement ends. The end of each movement also signals a fusillade of
coughs and groans, held back by doddering Parsis too polite to make a
sound while Mendelssohn is being played. No mobile phone ever goes off
as is common in cinema halls: his neighbors are aware of the Parsi's
insistence of form and his temper.

The Parsis were also pioneers of Bombay's Gujarati theatre, which
remains the most popular form of live entertainment in Bombay. Any
week of the year will see at least a half dozen bedroom comedies,
murder mysteries, love stories and plays on assorted themes on stage.
The Parsis were the pioneers of this, writing and acting in the first
plays of Bombay. They also built the institutions that supported this.
Bombay's first theatre was opened by Parsis in 1846, the Grant Road
Theatre, donations from Jamshetjee Jejeebhoy and Framjee Cowasjee
making it possible.

The Parsi in Bollywood caricature is a comic figure, but always
honest, and innocent as Indians believe Parsis generally to be,
rightly or wrongly.

In the days before modern cars came to India the words 'Parsi-owned'
were guaranteed to ensure that a second-hand car listed for sale would
get picked up ahead of any others. This is because people are aware of
how carefully the Parsi keeps his things. His understanding and
enthusiasm of the mechanical separates him from the Hindu, whose
horror of it comes from his culture. Most of the automobile magazines
in India are owned and edited by Parsis.

The Parsis are a dying community and this means that more Parsis die
each year than are born (Symphony concert-goers can also discern the
disappearing Parsi from the rising numbers of those who clap between
movements).

As the Parsis leave, South Bombay will become like the rest of Bombay
- brutish, undisciplined and filthy. The British left when they had
to, but they left some of their civilisation behind and the best of it
remains in the possession of this great Indian community, the Parsis!

Preserve this race.....
You are privileged if you have A Parsi Bawa as your friend......He is indeed a "Heritage" to treasure.

A Shia Blogger on the Fast Lane

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

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 hands joined together in the Anjali(obeisance).
2. Vehicle of Shiva: The bull Nandi is Shiva's primary vehicle and is the principal gana (follower) of Shiva.
3. Gate keeper of Shiva's abode: The close association of Shiva and Nandi explains the presence of a statue of Nandi at the gate of many temples dedicated to Siva. It also explains why the word "nandi" in the Kannada, Telugu and Tamil languages is used as a metaphor for a person blocking the way. In Sanskrit, a bull is called "vrisha", which has another connotation - that of righteousness or Dharma. It is important to seek the blessings of Nandi before proceeding to worship Lord Shiva.
4. Chief in Shiva's army: Some Puranas mention that Nandi lead the Shiva Ganas, Shiva's attendants.
5. A Guru of Saivism: In addition to being his mount, Nandi is Shiva's foremost disciple. In the Natha/Siddhar tradition, Nandi is the one of the primal gurus. He was the guru to Siddhar Thirumulanathar, Patanjalinathar and others.
6. From the yogic perspective, Nandi/Nandhi/ Nandikeshvara is the mind tuned in 24/7 to Lord Siva, the Absolute. In other words, to understand and absorb Light, the 'experience and the wisdom' is Nandi which is the Guru within.

[edit] Legends

According to Some Puranas, he was born out of the right side of Vishnu resembling Shiva exactly and given as a son to the sage Salankayana. Some puranas mention him as the son of the sage Silada who got him by the grace of Shiva.

It was Nandi who cursed Ravana (the demon King of Lanka) that his kingdom would be burnt by a monkey (Vanara). And later Hanuman burnt Lanka when he went in search of Sita, who was kept prisoner by Ravana in Ashok Vatika. In one puranic story, it is stated that once Siva and Parvathi were playing a game of dice. For any game there has to be an umpire, who has to declare who is the winner. Siva and Parvathi agreed to have Nandi (the divine bull) as the umpire. Nandi is a favorite of Siva, as he is Siva's vehicle. Although Siva lost the game, Nandi declared him the winner. It is stated that Parvathi was indignant over Nandis partiality for Siva and cursed him that he should die from an incurable disease. Thereupon Nandi fell at the feet of Parvathi and pleaded for forgiveness. "Mother forgive me. Should I not show at least this amount of gratitude to one who is my master? Is it not humiliating for me to declare that my master has lost the game? To uphold his honor I no doubt uttered a lie. But am I to be punished with such severity for so small an offence?" Nandi prayed for forgiveness in this manner. Parvathi forgave Nandi and taught him the means to atone for his lapse. She told him. "The Chaturdasi day in the month of Bhadrapada is the day when my son's birthday is celebrated. On that day you have to offer to my son what pleases you most (green grass)". This means that one atones for one's sins when one offers to the Lord what is most pleasing and enjoyable to him. For Nandi the most enjoyable and relishing food is green grass. As directed by Parvathi Nandi worshipped Ganapathi by offering green grass. Nandi was then relieved of his dreaded disease. His health improved and by the grace of Parvathi he was redeemed.

When the positive forces, the devas, and the negative forces, the asuras, joined together on a rare occasion to churn the ocean with a mountain to obtain the nectar of immortality they utilized Vasuki, the serpent, as the rope. The devas pulled from one end and the asuras from the other. Vasuki was upset during the process of this churning, and vomited up a poison- Halaahalaa- which became human karma. This "poison" was so dangerous that none of the devas or asuras wanted to go near it. It was extremely sticky and coming into contact with this poison, i.e, human karma, would drag the divinity down to the realms of human suffering and ego. As everyone else ran away, Lord Siva, followed by Nandi, came forward to help as he was the only one who could counteract this deadly poison. Siva took the poison into his hand and drank it, the descent of the poison was in turn stopped at His throat, by His divine consort. Siva is therefore also known as the blue-throated One (Neelakantha) and Vishakantha (the One bearing poison in His throat). Nandi saw some of the poison spill out of Siva's mouth and immediately drank if off the ground. The devas and asuras watching were shocked and wondered aloud what would happen to Nandi. Lord Siva calmed their fears saying, "Nandi has surrendered into me so completely that he has all my powers and my protection".

[edit] Largest Nandis in India

1. Lepakshi, Andhra Pradesh
2. Thanjavur, Tamil Nadu
3. Chamundi Hills, Mysore, Karnataka
4. Bull Temple, Bangalore, Karnataka
5. Rameswaram, Tamil Nadu
6. Hoysaleswara Temple, Halebidu, Karnataka
7. Shanthaleswara Temple, Halebidu, Karnataka

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 ocean of nothingness
where mans destiny lies
at his feet mans paradise
time to bid him good bye
purcha varshi laokar ya
with blessings his reply

dedicated to the am admi and the marathi manoos

Ganesha Workshops Ganesh Gully Lalbagh 2009

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 Ganesh Gully but I met the famous sculptor Khatu Bhai.


These are pictures in total raw form, so see them as sculptures but dont take the divinity await from a subject that I shoot with passion and devotion of my cultural inheritance,.

A Muslim shooting the aura of Hinduism, and Lord Ganesha as one of the most precious jewel in its crowns..


Om Gum Ganapataye Namo Namaha.

Shri Siddhivinayaka Namo Namaha.

Ashtavinayaka Namo Namaha.

Ganapati Bappa Moraya.

Fatwa On The Soul of a Photo Blog

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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 ..I respect homosexuals , transgenders , but if they add me as a contact and are part of kinky groups , porn or semi porn I block them ..

I do not wish to be associated with things I dislike..there are times I come across a person with great love for photography and than his groups are sexually intimidating , degrading the very aspect of human life I am not a voyeur I dont need to see other peoples genitalia .. period..I find the sex act among humans messy , unpoetical ,, unhygienic and body craving , I mean sex must start between two minds first in unison , before it reaches the abysmal low where one body sticks to another body.

Maybe I think like a celibate or a hermit crab..with a castrated sense of bearing.

So back to where I started , Flickr must stop this one sided friend addition , specially those without adequate profile details, no avatar, I block these people too, its very easy to add , but there must be some substance signifying why you are on flickr.

My pictures are marked safe and , if you do not like my pictures it is your prerogative I cant shoot pictures because of your racial hate or distaste , I shoot pictures for myself , I dont impose my pictures on your will, you can avoid my photostream , knowing what I stand for after reading my profile..

I am an open book , I had this ass hole who commented on my picture set , that he pictorially found fault with my picture , yet this guy had no pictures on his photo stream nor a profile photo..I hate all these f**** who hide in the closet and dictate terms to others.
Photography is not only about pictures , it is about human values , respect and other things too.Its about mutual tolerance for another mans choice of medium and his genre..

And I am not going to mellow my language being a pedestrian wordsmith has perhaps something to do with it..

An Indians are the biggest racist .. and it is hell to pay if you are part of a Muslim hating website...and here on my Flickr photostream it is Hope and Hindutva a message of Peace , that I shoot barfeet and share it with all of you..and Shia Wahhabis in Lucknow passed a fatwa on me that I am paid by rich Hindus to post pictures of Naga Sadhus on Flickr makes me throw up my righteous indignation too..


www.flickr.com/photos/firozeshakir/3801465997/

The Sissy Boys of Mumbai

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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

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 largest selling English broadsheet newspaper, placing as the 8th largest selling newspaper in any language in the world.[4] According to the Indian Readership Survey (IRS) 2008, the Times of India is the most widely read English newspaper in India with a readership of 13.3 million. This ranks the Times of India as the top English newspaper in India by readership.[5] According to ComScore, TOI Online is world's most-visited newspaper website with 159 million page views in May 2009, ahead of the New York Times, The Sun, Washington Post, Daily Mail and USA Today websites.

History

The Times of India was founded on November 3, 1838 as The Bombay Times and Journal of Commerce,[6] during the British Raj. It adopted its present name in 1861. Published every Saturday and Wednesday, The Bombay Times and Journal of Commerce was launched as a bi-weekly edition. It contained news from Europe, the Americas, and the Subcontinent, and was conveyed between India and Europe via regular steamships. The daily editions of the paper were started from 1850 and by 1861, the Bombay Times was renamed The Times of India. In the 19th century this newspaper company employed more than 800 people and had a sizable circulation in India and Europe. Originally British-owned and controlled, its last British editor was Ivor S. Jehu, who resigned the editorship in 1950. It was after India's Independence that the ownership of the paper passed on to the then famous industrial family of Dalmiyas and later it was taken over by Sahu Shanti Prasad Jain of the Sahu Jain group from Bijnore, UP.

The Times of India is published by the media group Bennett, Coleman & Co. Ltd. This company, along with its other group companies, known as The Times Group, also publishes The Economic Times, Mumbai Mirror, the Navbharat Times (a Hindi-language daily broadsheet), the Maharashtra Times (a Marathi-language daily broadsheet).

The Times is self-declared as a liberal newspaper,[1] and is sometimes described as irreverent.[7]

The present management of The Times Group has been instrumental in changing the outlook of Indian journalism. In India, as is elsewhere in the world, the Editor of a newspaper has traditionally been considered as the most notable position in a newspaper set up. The Times of India, however, changed this in the early 1990s, in keeping with the management policy of treating the newspaper as just another brand in the market. The main newspaper and its many sub-editions are now run by individuals often referred to as 'faceless editors'. The paper has diluted the authority of the editor to a great extent, with Managers and Marketing staff involved in selling advertisement space, occupying the top slot in the practical order of hierarchy. The parent company has recently launched a controversial new business initiative, called "Private Treaties," offering to take an equity stake in a company in exchange for advertising. While the management has weakened the Editorial, it has strengthened the technical, circulation, and the business sides of the newspaper, making it the most profitable newspaper in the country.

In January 2007, the Kannada edition was launched in Bangalore and in April 2008 the Chennai edition was launched. Their main rivals in India are The Hindu and Hindustan Times, which hold second and third position by circulation.[8]

[edit] Web presence

According to research carried out by ComScore (an Internet market research company), timesofindia.com was the world's most popular news portal as of May 2009, with 159 million page views.[2]

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 of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.
No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actors craft is the type.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.
When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
All art is quite useless.

The Insular Artist in Pain

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 of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.
No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actors craft is the type.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.
When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
All art is quite useless.

Words Do Not a Poem Make

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

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

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

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?

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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

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
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

Eid Ul Fitr Namaz Bandra Station 2018

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