Pitru Paksha (Sanskrit: पितृ पक्ष), also spelt as Pitr paksha or Pitri paksha, (literally "fortnight of the ancestors") is a 16-lunar day period when Hindus pay homage to their ancestors (Pitrs), especially by food offerings. This death rite is known as Shraddha or tarpan and is considered as an inauspicious ceremony. In southern and western India, it falls in the Hindu lunar month of Bhadrapada (September-October), beginning with the full moon day (Purnima) that occurs immediately after Ganesh festival and ending with the new moon day known as Sarvapitri amavasya or Mahalaya amavasya. In North India and Nepal, this period corresponds to the dark fortnight of the month Ashwin, instead of Bhadrapada.
The period is also known as Sola Shraddha ("sixteen shraddhas"), Kanagat, Jitiya, Mahalaya and Apara paksha.
According to Hindu mythology, the souls of three p…
The guy who used to sell peanut and gram at Dadar Chowpatty today wields a razor , he has become a barber to fill in a demand here on Pitru Paksh day, when on a day before Navratra the Bhaiyya population of Mumbai, or North Indians as they are politically called, or UP migrant comes here to appease the soul of his ancestors and pay tribute to their memories with religious tonsure.
I have a set on Flickr Barber Shots , and another one called Religious tonsure , my tryst with tonsure began at Haji Malang.
The guys who have their head , and face shaved including their armpits , sit on the rad for this ritual, the barbers charge over Rs 101 or more depending on the Bakra..or sacrificial lamb.
On the way ahead there is a salon that does brisk business with two c…
The Hijra Vardan, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I shot these pictures on the day I was going to shoot the Durga workshops of Lalbagh. Invariably whenever I have ventured out for an important photo shoot I have encountered hijras on my path.
My hIjra guru told me this is a Hijda Vardan, my destiny interlinked with the angst of the Hijras.
On my way to shoot the Pitru Visarjan yesterday I again met a Hijra begging in the train that was taking me to Grant Road.
Otherwise I have not met hijras since a very long time.
born in Maharashtra daughter of the soil broken legs despair and disparity on her soul recoil begging the only way to toil her single vote the destiny of a any state machinery could foil a curse simmering on the boil the hopes of any party could spoil lubricating a new dawn with adulterated oil
to vinod mirani my very old friend who has always remained young at heart...
Durga Blesses Me, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. touching my soul my inner solitude diverse divinity embedded as an image i have pursued my perilous angst she has rescued hope and hindutva a message of peace i conclude my cultural inheritance my roots my heritage pictorially reviewed humanity the essence of all godliness imbued a closed comment box breached by hate they have spewed your views on my photo stream highly valued