A Blogger Flogged by Fate

A Blogger Flogged by Fate, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

I sometimes buy about Rs 5 worth of seng peanuts from him while going to work via this lane De Monte Street that touches Chinchpokli Road that connects to the main Hill Road ahead.

And I shoot people like him he is a Bhaiyya a North Indian migrant from UP or Bihar , ,add them to my online picture stories , and he stands there all evening , he does brisk business he is thoroughly honest and has now become a part of the landscape of this place , these by lanes of Bandra were once a part of the sea front and shoreline known as Gaothans or fishing villages inhabited by the East Indian Christians , this was built by them , the had their quaint bungalows , old ancestral ambiance ..but it was all swept away as the builders and sharks started buying out these old residents and taking over their sprawling properties ..

By than the migrants from other places moved in and the tapestry changed..this is one of the most tolerant and peaceful areas of Bandra West..

Just a little ahead from where he is standing was a house where we stayed for a very long time, Kamla Bai Sadan , a Repair Permission Channel assisted building built on iron girders ..we moved away from here a few years back ..prior to Kamla Bai Sadan we lived at Dand Pada Khar Danda a Koli fishing village for a short while till the 93 riots changed the entire situation of Hindus Muslims living in peace..

We moved out selling this tenanted property for peanuts..

And I will change gears back to the sengwala a North Indian migrant who has contributed to the growth of Maharashtra my home state.

Unfortunately because of his grit determination , his spirit of survival, he does all the menial jobs he is seen as a threat by some political parties to the original inhabitant or Marathi Manoos , he is used as a scapegoat and is badly inhumanly treated.

According to me the Marathi Manoos and the Bhaiyya get along very well like butter and cheese.


Actually I hate to say it but Ajmal Kasab the Pakistani Terrorist on death row now is treated much more humanly then the Bhaiyyas are..and this is what hurts the most..Kasab has been glorified crores have been spent on him while the common man languishes fucked eternally by his karmic fate.



So it takes a blogger to poetize the soul of a blog on human survival ..could you imagine me sitting in a newspaper office.or going down to give the photo editor head to get one picture published in Mumbais No1 newspaper.

I have been saved the ignominy and what I see as photo journalism in Times of India the paper I subscribe too I would rather commit suicide with my camera strap round my neck...
The pictures are so bad I throw up before even I have taken my diabetic shot and my breakfast.

And I say this because I pay for it and dont get it free..