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Shitting on a mound of despair or cursed by fate sitting on a mound of despair would mean the same thing to this man who saw me in the cab returning home after shooting the Matryamma Feast Macchimar Colony 2010..
I was in the cab without my Tshirt and we connected for a singular karmic moment he read my thought I read his..
And this is the stretch that leads you out from Dharavi towards Bandra East connecting me to Bandra West through the flyover.
All men born rich or poor are equal when they shit, be it on a mound or a gilded toilet seat, the wise man the fool the beautiful the ugly are all one bound to what goes in must come out..
So shitting on a mound of despair is a spiritual exercise too..
on a mound of despair
he shits moistened memories
hardened by hard times in bits
he sees cars passing by to wit
darkness all around unlit
a little water to wash his ass
on a shitting pit his fucked fate
wrinkled sorrow writ
like on a slow track
an act a tedious skit
his wealth the air
he breathes that's it
his legacy of pain
to his children's
children he will
transmit
he came he saw
he could not
make it
he could have killed
somebody robbed looted
to gain what was not his
but such acts he did not commit
it was when he was born his
fucked fate got hit
he was too poor
the rich mans luck
he could not buy it
every time
he asked a
somnolent god
to bless him
god living
in a rich mans
paradise
threw a fit
told him when
his time comes
to slit his wrist
he can call it quits
for the moment
to a fucked life
his fucked fate
he must submit
Monday, May 31, 2010
Man Shitting on a Mound of Despair
Muslim Beggars That God Forgot
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perhaps they are no more
part of his cosmic plot
god now has a home
with the rich men
the poor man rots
denied of hope
he sits and squats
from birth to death
coins of pain
is all he got
in his hovel
of his net
his wife
his children
caught
begging
from one
closed door
to another
closed door
his wretched soul
you will spot
he surrenders
to his fate
his doomed lot
says the rich man
he was born to beg
no big deal
so what
while he
counts
the goodies
in his golden pot
as a photographer it was not the beggar
but domesticated badly bruised
pain i shot my bare feet
my sweltering soul burning hot
to marcel duvoix in gratitude for the poems he has written on me and my grand daughter marziya ..in his yet to be published anthology..
What hurts I Dont Know Being A Muslim or Being a Beggar
What hurts I Dont Know Being A Muslim or Being a Beggar, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
You have got to read this titillating title in the right context or you will get it wrong completely
Sometimes being a Muslim hurts others more than the person who is actually a Muslim and forced to beg on the streets.
If this lady was wearing a hijab and begging it would stand out like a sore thumb..and give definition of mystical nature to my photograph too.
She is a Muslim beggar from Murshidabad , normally they wear white or black.
Why she is a beggar how she became a beggar I dont know I am not social anthropologist or a social activit.
Because I shoot pain and she is Mannequin dressed in pain on a street shopping window I shot her ..I have a set of over 500 pictures at Flickr titled Muslim Beggars that we choose to forget..
I could have written Muslim Beggars that the mullah and God forgot too.
Their life is governed by the few coins you give them, their main begging day is Thursday or Friday after Namaz outside the House of God.
They are the only Muslims that dont celebrate Idd at all, the day you celebrate it they work and beg , Idd is just another day in their life..
Ramzan the most beautiful Holy month is the best month for the wretched souls of the beggars too.
They get fed well in the evenings from the Iftari left overs that you gorged with a hollow burp..
And because I showed you Muslim beggars the upper cultured cybernetic Mujhaidas called my photography Anti Islam at Flickr.
As though I created beggars .. wear the hijab but do see Truth without blinkers and these Mujhaidas have holy verses holy sites as Wall Paper on Flickr and Facebook too.
Because this Muslim beggar lady knows I will shoot her and pay her too, she came and stood in front of me like a lamb at slaughter a few minutes before Bakra Idd.
Danger Man Holed Ahead
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I have been shooting sleep without sleep knowing that I have shot it in serene slumber in its human soul.
And in Mumbai everywhere you go you will find man deep in sleep even when he is awake and walking on two legs too.
Without being funny sleep is one of my subjects and I dont let sleeping dogs lie in peace either.
Near my work place is a booze joint , and denizens such as this find themselves on the wrong side of the gutter..
I guess I shoot them because I was an alcoholic too for a very long time, I drank but people did not know I was an alcoholic only my family knew it and a vile thinking part of me..And too deny this thought of not being an alcoholic I drank my way through life.
I dont think I fell in the gutter but the moment was not too far away, I got saved by my family just in time and photography and blogging became my alcoholic addiction as default.
The places I drank are now memories I pass them many a times and wonder if Firoze Shakir is really holed in there..
One of them is just across my work place and I have never walked in either.
The ones that added to my angst as boozer closed down Irani and Casbah.
Yacht was the all time alcoholics favorite.
I never liked Janta on Pali Road or Deepa at Hill Road.
But I knew all the watering holes even on dry days.
And some of my best drinking friends died untimely ..no forwarding address either.
And I have to meet them sooner or later..so a man asleep can trigger dark thoughts too at 5 am in the morning.
Do People Really Have Time For The Shoe Shine Boy?
Do People Really Have Time For The Shoe Shine Boy?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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He does not beg he told me, but business is really bad on a prime piece of land called Bandra Hiill Road.
Next month will be worse when the rains set in.
So he begged me to give him some money he had not eaten since morning.
And he is stylish too in his beggarly way of making money through shining shoes.
And this is life on a slow track, normally he has a few shoe shine boys with him , but I had not seen them since the time I shot them a few months back.
Ironically this is street photography, I shoot life on the street and as I saw it, others see him too with or without a camera , does not really matter.
I shoot what touches me and what touches me may not touch you with the same fervor or intensity.
I see pictures all the time and all the time I have my camera on me but I dont shoot all the pictures I see , I shoot impulsively I shoot randomly.
I see things differently I read right light that falls on my subjects soul through poetry.
So my photography has a metaphoric purpose it connects with a part of your mind too, sometimes my audience base right from the beginning was the outside world , perhaps the white mans world as I was nurtured on blogs at Buzznet among most of my white friends , Indian websites kicked my ass out either I was a confused Muslim or my language was far too filthy for the Brahmins of the ChemburMatunga belt..I was shown the door at Sulekhas,
So from Buzznet I came to Flickr and I began posting pictures since 2007 June , I have had my ups and downs as a blogger and as a human being I am not perfect and neither are you..
You maybe more intelligent than me perhaps a better photographer poet than me but I am not competing with you , I am not debating with you , I am hardly a scholarly time neither am I a Mullah.Nor am I proselytizing my Shia faith on you.. if such was my devious agenda I would not be shooting other religiosity.
With the same fervor as I shoot my own.
When people dont like blood or hate my pictures than it is not for just what I shot but simply their Islam has no place for the Shia school of thought.
On Facebook a friend of a my Hijra Guru seeing my Shia bleeding pictures called them Madness and gave me a huge spiel on his likes and dislikes of his mental make up, I did not want to be punished by his comments on my future posts I removed him from my friends list and blocked him too.
I did this without malice or any evil intention.And I complained about him to my Hijra Guru ..he is her poster boy too like me.
And he came in to shoot the Maryamma Feast with a friend it did not matter , but I asked myself is the Shia madness different from the Tamil rod piercing madness.
We shed blood so it is madness and it is our blood not yours or an innocent bystanders , so why such a biased attitude..and you shoot the Tamil feast because there is no blood I dont get it.
So being a photographer who does not sell his pictures or his pedestrian text is a tough one.
So I shoot pictures alone not for any selfish reason , simply because the white mans mind sometimes is a very difficult pompous biased commodity to appease even barefeet with all the humility in the world.
The only exception would be one white man Dr Glenn Losack.. I would give my life for him.. He is the only person in this wide world a Brooklyn Jew who is my blood brother.
The only person who offered a blank cheque for Marziya's future education which we politely refused.
Marziyas father is a very upright man and he talked Glenn out of it.
So my relationship with Glenn Losack is a very deep one , we dont get along we fight but we bond.We are brothers soul mates call it what you may.
I dont come in any photographers way when they are shooting but yes I do shoot them while they are shooting so their loved ones can see their antics across the ocean miles away on Flickr or Facebook.
And I got up to write this I wanted to bring out some bitterness of a past episode and I did it through the help of the shoe shine boy of Bandra Hill Road.
He earns and begs with dignity ..and subconsciously it was his angst that became a vehicle for my own dark thoughts.
It is 4.30 am .. Mumbai
Maryamma's Chosen Street Photographer of Mumbai
Maryamma's Chosen Street Photographer of Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
My lens had milk stains and my focusing was affected , as I shot very close to Raja who would take milk in his mouth and splurt it into the devotees mouth to lubicte the inserted 18 feet rod in the cheek,, and with this lot I end the series of Maryamma Macchimar Colony I shot it on 23 May and the uploading got over today.
I shot 1619 photos in a few hours barefeet and later I removed my tshirt too.
This was the first time I shot with two camera bodies and a wide and a telly.
I have after this shot the Sion Koliwada Maryamma Feast on 25 May 2010.
There was an invitation for one by a Punjabi guy Soma Bhatia but due to work commitments I did not go.
I have enough footage of this feat for this year.
My chances for going to Ajmer Sharif Urus are very bleak only a miracle by the Khwajah Gharib Nawaz can see me there , as things stand now I think my going to this spiritual pilgrimage is next to impossible.
And I think photography is predestined in my case..if it happens it happens .. if I am to shoot the Rafaees Malangs and the Hijras than I might be called ..
I dont give up hopes very easily but I am going through the worst professional stage of my career..
Photography unfortunately or blogging is not my source of income at all.. but I am passionately in love with blogging call it self obsession .. spreading a message of Peace and Humanity through all religion and cultural events ..even the one that I belong to and condemns me as a heretic by the so called neo Islamists of today..
But yes I am a Shia which for me is my spiritual brand equity , I think I would be rudderless just being a Muslim and not a Shia Muslim.
Being born an Indian is of course the gift of my destiny.. at least in India Muslims dont slit the throat of another Muslim..
In India it hardly matters what religiosity you belong too being Human is really what makes you a Pucca Indian.
And this textual difference in emotions is what makes a blog more humanly accessible than an article in the newspapers ..accredited by faith and love for all beings.
And a person on Facebook not even on my friends list commented on my picture of Black Poetry , he said I was self obsessed ..and the fuck he does not know me from Adams..
Being self obsessed but not shitting foul comments on other peoples posts , or unduly criticizing somebody's religion is not me ..
That is why I have choked my Flickr comment box for good..
I have no time to give importance to your comment good or bad,...my picture is what matters whether you like it or you dont..
As I follow Flickr Facebook Twitter guidelines by the book your adverse comments are water on my ducks ass..
Thanks
Sunday, May 30, 2010
The Barefeet Blogger of Mumbai
I could not bear the heat , I was on a empty stomach, shooting barefeet without food or drink.
The humidity continued punishing me I was totally drenched I removed my t shirt and shot the last part of the Maryamma procession going towards the Mandir at Macchimar Colny Mahim...
I did not complete the stint , an important one of removing the rods and the hooks almost the same way they were inserted.
And I was lucky that Ganesh the guy who shoots this event shot me too, Ganesh shoots for people who want these important pictures of the piercing and the long trek back to the temple from Beach tpo be taken at a nominal rate per copy.
He has his studio in Dharavi..He is a Tamil photographer .
Saturday, May 29, 2010
The Blank Slate Of The Mind
That gives birth
to my poetry
combustible chaotic
setting words free
blackness beyond
only a few minds
can see some
locks open
without
a key
The Color That Identifies My Pain
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whether
i say it silently
or softly
it reverberates
on my spiritual
consciousness
as hussain
cascading
on my soul
my heart
my brain
the color that identifies my pain
The Hooks of Faith
With the hooks pierced in his back this devotee will pull a tempo, he also has 18 feet rod in his cheeks pieced from one cheek to the other.
Shooting the Darkness of the Human Soul
searching for a diamond
hidden in coal
photography
for photography's sake
is not my goal i shoot a part
you see it whole i shoot
the streets of pain
populated by
convicted souls
two parallel lines
two different poles
a thirst seeking
a watering hole
each one playing
another mans role
A Child Pierces His Cheeks
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Before the rod enters the cheek it is very important the head be held firmly by another person one wrong move the entire jaw will be torn apart.
For his part the child holds the guy who is holding his head .
First the ah marks are put on both cheeks by Raja the piercer , I have seen kids faint , but they come around and carry the rod in the mouth till the final destination of the Maryamma temple.
A kid that I liked and shot for two years Sairam had not come for this event and he is one person who wont miss this event for his life.
And most of the guys who pierce their cheeks are not Tamils but Maharashtrian lads from Macchimar Colony Mahim.
Raj piercer charges for inserting the rod and for removing it too also there is a rental charge for the rod.
A Child Pierces His Cheeks
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This guy was very chirpy in the morning but as the time draws near for having the rod entering his cheek, his face his body language becomes totally serious a bit afraid too.
He is watching Raja piercer mark his cheeks , as the rod has to align well or it will be lopsided and the child will lose his balance , the child carries the inserted rod for several hours , at about midnight the rods are removed from the mouth at the Mahim Maryamma Temple Macchimar colony.
I have never waited that long as I am a diabetic and I dont eat anything while shooting this event , I am on my feet I removed my top as the Mumbai heat is blistering and scorches the soul and the body.
This is one ritual I cant give up shooting , and as pain is the core of my study through photography .
Pain and overcoming pain.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Using Milk as a Lubricant
Raja the piercer will take the milk from the plastic sachet into his mouth and than splurt the contents in the child's mouth to lubricate the rod and to ease the pain also..this is the part I thoroughly enjoying shooting my lens and clothes are drenched with the milk too.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Attaching Needles on the Back
This was the first part of the piercings as the possession began, so I was shooting this and the possession together , both were important but the needle p[piercing I was not that pictorially curious to shoot .
And I had to be fast on my toes something or the other keeps happening to my luck only Raja was attending to the piercings , if there are two piercers one has to make a choice .. my other friend Davender a piercer too who assists here every year was not around.
Shooting a Possessed Person
This is the other aspect of my photography, and I can go on shooting this without fear though the person possessed can damage your camera or harm you unintentionally.
This is known as devi entering the body during arti or the beating of the drums.
The person is subdued by holy ash or lime cut and placed under her feet or cut and the juice sprinkled on her.
This lady took on the avatar of the goddess and moved in the circle of the puja area.
Hardcore Cheek Piercing
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All my pictures are like a continuous story board, I always shoot with a single camera , here at the Maryamma Macchimar Feast 2010 I used two cameras shooting wide and telly.
I shot a 6 GB Card ..
This lady is a laborer , she works in a gutter outside my building at Bandra , she is a Tamil and all her colleagues including her contractor are devotees of Maryamma.
She is tall poor but stately lady, she bore her pain when the rod entered her mouth , I dont miss a single frame if I am shooting the rod piercing of children or women I shoot single frame but fast.
Because I have been shooting this event for last three years ,I know every nuance and response both of the pierced person and the piercer..
The most intriguing moment is the spitting of the milk from the piercers mouth into the mouth of the pierced person , this acts as lubricant.
Even the rod point is dipped in butter to make it enter the mouth without resistance .
The inserting of the hooks is very painful , first the back is hit with the hand to losen it than the point inserted with both hands sometimes the assistant to pushes the hook and this has to be perfect as the person with the hooks on the back will pull a car or a tempo.
This was all shot late evening at Mahim beach but I think my Sion Koliwada pictures shot last night are quite scary, and I shot it in ample light .
I met this lady yesterday her wound has healed she is a good lady and most of the people working on the giuuters of Bandra are predominantly Tamils and devotees of Goddess Maryamma..
This segment will come once I finish the puja and the possession on the beach, the possession was delirious and scary too.
But I left the possession the moment Raja piercer told me he was going to begin the piercing.
Raja was assisted by his brother , I could not resist posting this picture out of turn...and I might call this lady and her contractor to come and see the pictures on my comp.
Pain is what I shoot as street photography, and incidentally these are workers of the streets..their life spent in gutters the women remove the silt and mud
Dying Heritage Mahim Fort of Mumbai
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The ugliest filthiest badly managed an eye sore a piece of history down in the dumps the Mahim Fort..
wikipedia
The Mahim Fort (Marathi: माहीम किल्ला) is a fort in Mahim in Mumbai, Maharashtra state, India.[2] Strategically located in the Mahim Bay, the fort overlooks Worli to the south, Bandra to the north, and Mahim to the east. The origins of the fort are unclear, but it occupies a strategic location that has been frequently contested. The fort is currently in disrepair, suffering from administrative neglect, encroachment of slums, and exposure to tidal erosion.
In 1516, Portuguese commander Dom Joao de Monoy entered the Mahim Creek and defeated the commander of Mahim fort.[3] The fort was the site of frequent skirmishes between the Portuguese and the Ali Shah, a Gujarati ruler, before the island of Mahim was appropriated from Bahadur Shah of Gujarat by the Portuguese in 1534. In 1661, the Portuguese ceded the island of Mahim as dowry to Charles II of England. After the English gained control of the fort, it was strengthened by Sir Thomas Grantham in 1884,[2] and became a strategic watchtower against possible Portuguese attacks, and later from the Marathas.[2]
In 1772, the Portuguese attempted to attack this fort, but they were repelled by the British with cannonballs.[2] The Mount Mary's Basilica was damaged during this encounter. According to historical accounts, the fort had 100 soldiers and 30 cannons at that time.[2]
[edit] Encroachments
The fort lies off the Mahim Causeway which links the suburbs to the city. The fort is heavily encroached by slums, and parts of the fort have caved in due to tidal erosion and neglect. Though the site is classified as a Grade I heritage structure, nothing much has been done to maintain it.[1] Large boulders are strewn on the sand and crevices as high as three metres (fifteen feet) are visible. Responsibility of the fort is shuffled between the state government and the Brihanmumbai Municipal Corporation, although the fort lies of state government land.[1] In 2004, rupees five lakhs had to be returned as the encroachments were not removed by local authorities.[4] Later, in 2008, Jairaj Phatak, the Municipal Commissioner had proposed a makeover to the fort.[5]
[edit] See also
About the Maryamma Cheek Piercing Ritual
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I am holding the piercing rod over 18 feet long that the devotees will pierce their cheeks with,,the piercing act is know as tochan..
Before you undertake the piercing ritual you have to tie a yellow wrist band and undertake a fast of 5 or three days , no non veg food, no sex, no bad thoughts , you can only have liquid or fruits in the daytime and one meal after sunset..
I met a Punjabi guy at Sion Koliwada Soma or Som Bhatia he has been doing the Juggernaut and the cheek piercing since 12 years.
He is a hardcore devotee too and one has to be barefeet before one performs the piercing ritual.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Cheek Piercers of Goddess Maryamma
The rituals had been delayed and when the piercings began it was quite dark.
Raja the piercer was grumbling as he was finding it hard to put the hooks on the backs of the devotees.
Because Raja and I are good friends I got the best viewpoint in shooting the pictures , literally pushing my lens in the mouth of the person whose cheek was being pierced by a 18 feet iron rod..
What really gets me is not the piercing but the splashing of milk from the piercers mouth into the mouth of the pierced person .
Milk is used as a lubricant to move the rod in the mouth
Two Different Sides of a Coin
We are two
photographers
black and white
we both paint
with spectral light
we both are different
in our outlooks
if i am wrong
he cant be right
we are friends
but we do fight
we disagree
but we are polite
i post my stuff
on the internet
my inherited
cybernetic right
flickr is my
launching site
i shoot the jaws
of despair
pushing my lens
into the other side
of midnight
shooting culture
religious rites
without humility
photography
is just an
aborted flight
if you Google search
for marc de clercq
bandra rocks
you will find him
a hero
on my website
Two Different Sides of a Coin
We are two
photographers
black and white
we both paint
with spectral light
we both are different
in our outlooks
if i am wrong
he cant be right
we are friends
but we do fight
we disagree
but we are polite
i post my stuff
on the internet
my inherited
cybernetic right
flickr is my
launching site
i shoot the jaws
of despair
pushing my lens
into the other side
of midnight
shooting culture
religious rites
without humility
photography
is just an
aborted flight
if you Google search
for marc de clercq
bandra rocks
you will find him
a hero
on my website
The Cock That Wont Crow Anymore
as his head will be chopped
fall on the floor life will come to an end
as his blood out pours
flapping its wings this headless bird
the cock that wont crow anymore
seeking entry into heaven
through the backdoor
for saving the soul of humanity
his being into an angel
god will restore
The Cock That Wont Crow Anymore
as his head will be chopped
fall on the floor life will come to an end
as his blood out pours
flapping its wings this headless bird
the cock that wont crow anymore
seeking entry into heaven
through the backdoor
for saving the soul of humanity
his being into an angel
god will restore
Thank You Dr Robi Ludwig
You're an amazing man, Firoze.
I feel the same way about you and your gorgeous family!
Wishing you health, happiness and lots of love!
RL
Sent from Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
sometimes
life
lives in
humility
a speck
not very big
the world is
a stage
we do our jig
our life a branch
a tiny twig
a cosmic reality
dear dr robi ludwig
Thank You Dr Robi Ludwig
You're an amazing man, Firoze.
I feel the same way about you and your gorgeous family!
Wishing you health, happiness and lots of love!
RL
Sent from Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
sometimes
life
lives in
humility
a speck
not very big
the world is
a stage
we do our jig
our life a branch
a tiny twig
a cosmic reality
dear dr robi ludwig
Thank You Dr Robi Ludwig
You're an amazing man, Firoze.
I feel the same way about you and your gorgeous family!
Wishing you health, happiness and lots of love!
RL
Sent from Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
sometimes
life
lives in
humility
a speck
not very big
the world is
a stage
we do our jig
our life a branch
a tiny twig
a cosmic reality
dear dr robi ludwig
The Sacrificial Goat For Maryamma
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Death
where is thy sting
said the sacrificial goat
the sacrificial bird
flapping its wings
through our blood
to the human race
happiness we bring
above all things
as the drummer beats
his drums
as the crowds sings
a single stroke
of the butchers knife
ends all things
our heads at the
feet of the deity
he flings
ends our
innings
Shooting The Maryamma Feast in Mumbai
Shooting The Maryamma Feast in Mumbai
I have been passionately shooting this event for almost three years now, and it was last year I met Anmamika hijra from Mulund at the Maryamma Feast Macchimar colony.
Than this year I met Krishna hijra , who is a devotee of Goddess Maryamma.
At the beach I met Muskan and Sarita from Dharavi both hijras.
However last evening I was invited to Sion Koliwada by Raja the percer and realized the intensity of the Goddess in a predominantly Punjabi locality, I shot the Maryamma Temple known as Chellam but the piercings start from the Saibaba Temple close by.
Here I saw a Hijra from Nasik dressed in yellow participate in the rod piercing, a lot more hijras joined in , I was barefeet and shot this procession for several hours , there was a German lady shooting this event too, I did not ask her name but she was overtly fascinated capturing all this.I told her to be careful with her belongings and gave her my visiting card too.. She was a Pro all the way she danced with the hijras too.
The highlight of this procession was a guy hung from his back on hooks to a pulley on a crane and beneath him another guy attached to his stomach with hooks , there was a lot of possession too dance frolic fun ,little girls women had clusters of lime held by needles on their back back.
However as I am posting the Maahim Maryamma pictures the Sion Koliwada Maryamma pictures will have to wait.
This was the first time I shot this event at Sion Koliwada I was really tired my legs were in bad shape and as this would carry on till 11 pm I aborted the shoot and returned home by 9 pm.
You need a lot of stamina to shoot this untiring event , and I think Sion Koliwada is the best set of pictures I shot because of my fascination for Hijras and because this rod piercing event was in daylight , I did not need to use flash..
Once the procession started it became very dark.. the Juggernaut guys were there three of them this contraption with chains is known as Singapore..and thin long rods are pierced on the persons back and stomach.
The Juhu Maryamma feast was canceled , the Madras Wadi Worli I was not invited and it was last month I am told..
So Mahim and Sion Koliwada are the two Maryamma feasts I have shot this year.
The Barefeet Blogger of Mumbai
shooting the soul
of humanity
barefeet in blood
photographing
lost moments
poetizing as words
a goddess
appeased
with goats and birds
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