Hum Hussaini Hain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. islam pe ahesan hussain ibne ali hai moula ne jlai to yeh shamma jali hai kahe ne ko sabhi kahe te hai apne ko muslman jnnat main wahi jaega ga jo panjatani hai.
yes we curse yazid for his dastardly deeds this accursed son of a canine breed a product of an evil seed on his festering body may carrion feed his lust for power his greed evil his only creed incestuous inbreed lanat bar yazid on his father his fathers father thin legged pot bellied enemies of ahle bayt but none could ever succeed
I thought I had posted all the pictures I had shot of Moharam in Chennai 2010 but I discovered a memory card that I have not uploaded as yet about 600 images ...
Poets Never Sleep, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. in the womb of the mind in the amniotic waters wordlessly weep unborn a promise to keep positive spam a growing heap comatose fairly cheap fucked future only thing asleep
woman conceit her ego lies on the wall of her face woman the most devious creature of the human race loves to cover her visage more mysteriousness embrace adding a greater dignity mystical grace the niqab just slits for eyes takes ' its place motionless yet in motion it stays poetic pulsations propriety as praise
This little kid was the cutest and these are tribal folks the women are pretty and you see them in Mumbai too conning people selling false tiger tooth and nails. A lot of people fall prey to their antics I bought the false tiger nails I have given it to my jeweler to make earnings ..
The camera for me is a constant and trusted companion , it shows me new vistas create hpe where no hope existed..
Today was my first visit to Makdhoom Shah Baba Dargah at Mahim , this will be new set after I complete this lot.
There is a few images of my train trip from Mumbai to Chennai and I met the hijras at that time.. why I meet them I dont know ..hijras are different things to different people they dont arouse me in that context at all, I am ambivalent to their sexuality I like shooting them as human specimen nothing more nothing less.
pjsava has sent you a message on Flickr. Subject: A warm salute from Colombia Date: 30th December, 2010
Dear Mr. Firoze
I guess I should began by introducing myself, my name is Pablo Salazar and by the magic of the internet I have come across your magnificent collection of photographs, let my say that they have taken my breath away since the fist time I saw them. I must also confess that initially I was shocked and sometimes disgusted by the shear and pure boldness of your images, the pain, the blood, the suffering but above all the poverty, there is so much poverty in my country and seeing the same things in India kind of made a connection between this two places, then I began to notice the faith, the hope and the commitment of the people that you have captured in such a magnificent way, then I became a captive of your images. As a catholic I have found very disturbing the images of…
om sahanaavavatu sahanaubhunaktu, sahaviryam karavaavahai. tejasvinaavadhItamastu, maa vidvishaavahai. om shaanti shaanti shaanti.
om purnamadah purnamidam purnat purnamaduchyate, purnasya purnamaadaaya purnamevaavashishyate.
om shaanti shaantishaanti .
Om asatomaa sadgamaya, tamasomaa jyotirgamaya, mrutyormaa mrutam gamaya.
Om shaanti shaanti shaanti
om shanti om a chant at birth a crescendo of well being the heart mind the soul till its journey inundating wave after wave as man reaches the end a cosmic beginning nothing left to crave face to face for one last time with vishnu shiva mahadev burnt ego burnt belongings lust selfishness he need not save he finally gets what he gave a very thin line of demarcation between the coward the fearless the brave the king the jester the knave for he has but one master he himself a slave
All this was shot the last few hours I spent in Chennai hastily wandering the by lanes close to Dr Abbas Mirs house where I stayed, I shot people faces I shot raw emotions I shot Chennai early mornings and they were as similar to what I shoot at my own backyard Bandra Bazar Road.
I am a street photographer and life is nothing but a one way street, I shot Moharam in Chennai three sets and this is my fourth set pictures not pertaining to Moharam, pictures I shot at Dharmapuri a town in Chennai are part of this set , for convenience I will aso include pictures I shot in the trains while going to Chennai and while coming back.
Strange coincidence or my karmic fate I encountered Hijras both ways , as though telepathically they knew my travel schedule , one fell at my feet , offered me tea , and asked me if I needed any money , this was a hijra ascetic wh…
The Shias of Chennai are very hospitable they would buy me tea at a tea stall, even during Tabaruk time they would ask me if I had eaten, and by now the knew I had come from Mumbai to shoot Moharam and was a friend of Mesaq and Dr Abbas Ali Mir.
I did not sit at an Internet cafe in Chennai when I was shooting, I may have sat at one for a few minutes to check my mail on 9 Moharam.
I wish I had carried my laptop as I am still uploading pictures of Chennai, and this is my final lot than I shal post pictures of my train trip to Mumbai .. and a few pictures of my trip from Mumbai to Chennai..
The Shia Chennais it is my humble view prefer Zakirs from Northern India but I found this son of Chennai soil Dr Abbas Ali Mir a powerful orator and to the point , his majlis made the human hearts cry.
I was lucky that when I came to Chennai I knew no one save Meesaq only through the internet , but than on my arrival I met a lot of Shias , and than I was introduced to Dr Abbas Ali Mir I stayed at his house savored his hospitality . he showed me parts of Shia Chennai.
He took me to Jigedevi Ag Matam and was a great guide and friend .. I owe a lot to him.
And because he is not net savvy I dont think he will read what I have written about him..
Thank you Dr Abbas Ali Mir .. Sada Khush Raho Mere Dost ..Best wishes to your Mother.
Dr Abbas Ali Mirs father the noted teacher Ali Master died on Eid e Ghadeer .
And She Read My Future More Brilliantly Than Him...., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. she looked into my eyes and told me the path i had taken was dark and grim my god did not live in a mosque or a church or a mandir or a synagogue he lived on the street i was close to him my cup of sorrow filled to the brim in an ocean of despair i held to a straw as i could not swim idiosyncrasies metaphoric moments held to a whim shhhhh shutterbug shiasm
Please Dont Disturb My Nations Cosmic Consciousness Is Asleep, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. politicians party make merry as the nations sleeps fucked from ass hole to eternity the common man weeps his birth on a garbage heap his soul mired neck deep what he sows another man reaps on his dead body another man leaps blood and pus from his body seeps as maggots insects from his dead soul creep ...empty handed he came empty handed he goes his earning his property another man keeps ...
The Faceless Indian On the Streets of Chennai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. her needs bare minimum her flesh fetid dead and numb she lives on leftovers broken crumbs but hold on she is free under nobody's thumb though they call her a beggar also a street scum her fate stretched out like the face of a beleaguered beaten drum the faceless indian to her cosmic fate surrenders and succumbs from here to kingdom come
What Will Happen To Our Raja You Think ?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. why do the northern people create such a stink our beloved raja was doing the right thing he is a magician who created wealth for others out of nothing oh his opponents are jealous so stones they sling oh only if he had given them something he would have not lost his power above all things our raja a holy saint an angel with wings how they torture him wanting him to sing matrix of corruption is not the only evil thing now maybe that radia woman was a an accidental fling bad luck to our raja she did bring a conspiracy they say there must be a hidden hand master of the ring hope humanity minus the bling politics is a pendulum both sides it swings what goes down up it will spring singh is king/
Zinda Rahe, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. zinda rahe toh agle baras hum chennai ayenge gar chal base to moharam in chennai ab zindagi bhar internet par dekh payenge bib zehra ke ansu phir yad ayenge karbala aur ashura dilasa dilayenge