This finally ends the memories of my Hyderabad trip, having a camera I shot impulsively, street life or street scenes as I read and interpreted my way as a pedestrian poet of pain.
The only time I wore slippers was once I entered the train compartment , I had to as my feet was badly bruised , injured, my feet , my camera my will had never rested.. and I found sleep only welcomes you in her arms only in your own home..
In Hyderabad I hardly slept, things happened too fast, and thanks to my Choti Bargah friends I was always comfortable and taken good care of..
At my house this morning everybody is in deep slumber , the house majlis has taken its toll,the ladies of my house were all involved in the hospitality of the guests who had come for the majlis , packing extra food for close friends family and relatives.
The food was liked by everybody, kheema , chicken korma, rice chappati and sweet dish made of bread called Shahi Tukda..
Maulana Hasnain Karari recited one of the most thought provoking majilis on the Muslim heaven, and motherhood..
I shot a lot of pictures of my House majlis , the ladies were accommodated in my house, and the gents in my friend Teshin and Hadi Mukadams house..that has a glorious view of Bandra Reclamation.
Their house Imambada was moved everybody, beautifully decorated by their mother.
Marziya and Mehrin Mukadam had a ball before the majlis.
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
Monday, January 11, 2010
Mumbai Beckons
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Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
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Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...