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The Drug Addict Of Bandra

The Drug Addict Of Bandra, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. They are totally hooked to gard brown sugar they sniff smoke and inject themselves .

They are denizens of a doomed destiny some of them come from good homes dont we all, but than got trapped on the way and every step pulled them in like whirlpool of no escape.

A friend of mine smoke to one of them and the gardalu as they are called in local language , now a scavenger from garbage dumps sells his stuff a bhangar joints told him, he cant give it up.

He spends over Rs 500 per day on this nasha , he steals clothes hanging out to dry , the jeans sarees bring him good money, he steals kids cycles sometime he steals their school bags too.

The one who spoke to my fiend was his childhood friend now a incorrigible druggie he told him he has never molested children but he sleeps with women who are in the trade or those hooked on gard like him.

His body is normally full of sores that dont heal and it gets worse than they g…

A Picture Thought For Fred

A Picture Thought For Fred, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 140,247 items / 1,087,328 views


Uncle please take
my picture he said
to bring back memories
of the school days
of your Pune friend Fred
now settled in Texas
I bet 'he too liked to get wet
buying jeera goli kairi
picking up badams
from the street
a childhood
the games the bunking
will he ever forget
senior miller
his dad at worli
the huge hoardings
earning his daily bread
this was a lesson in humility
said his dad fred
in life dont ever
get a swollen head
see that your feet
fit the chaddar
dont over reach the bed
fred whatever you do
whatever you become
you will always be in lifes debt
remember showing
him a hoarding of nargis dutts
mother India that he was working on
this is true love of the country
you were born in
into your heart and soul
like a banyan tree 'it will spread
nodding his head our fred
his bat his ball
along with the chokra boys
of worli fred fled

Jesus The Sentinel

Jesus The Sentinel, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 140,247 items / 1,087,233 views



was recently
admitted to
bhaba hospital
he caught
malaria
jaundice
typhoid
he has
not been
too well
he is on
sick leave
from his job
as a sentinel
he would have
been infected
anyway
because
of the gutter
that flows
at bandra bazar road
the filthy 'dirty smell
for years patiently
he lived on this
mound of a hell
his pain to the
municipal corp orator
he dd not tell
being a healer
his services
he did not
oversell
he gave free
medicine
for the human soul
caught in a traffic jam
of a life's pell mell
now jesus lies
on the floor
of this hospital
hoping to
recover soon
to be on time
to attend his
mothers birthday
at mount mary
a thought
that rings a bell
like you
he wants
to be there
as well
also to wish the
muslims idd mubarak
the hindus happy
ganesha festival
he told
me the the roads
before the ganeshas
leave for the visarjan
the pot holes
they level
once those
who sit at the
MCGM
do their road paving jobs
pretty well
for the sake of
Amchi Mumbai

Mumbai The Magic Land

Mumbai The Magic Land, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
140,247 items / 1,087,163 views

from the ashes
of chawls old bungalows
slums shanties
open lands
towers of babels
vertically it expands
for every built up
square feet
a value for money
it demands
respect
reverence
it commands
once it was colaba
wodehouse road
now it is sharukh khans
bungalow at band stand
or galaxy where
salman khan lives
crowds of die hard fans
forgotten are areas
like null bazar
famous for pots and pans
peela house foras road
shuklaji street kamatipura
famous for one night stands
mumbai the magic land
a dream held in the
palm of every hand
the filthiest dirtiest city
malaria dengue
swine flu typhoid jaundice
a soul strangulated
by its own hands
bollywood film city
mehboob studio
filmistan the pride
of filmi hindustan
our film fare awards
as famous
as what you get
at the oscars
or at Cannes
our heroes
our heroines
our item girls
their filmy
shenanigans
the queen of the soap
opera mumbai potholes

Mumbai The Magic Land

Mumbai The Magic Land, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
140,247 items / 1,087,163 views

from the ashes
of chawls old bungalows
slums shanties
open lands
towers of babels
vertically it expands
for every built up
square feet
a value for money
it demands
respect
reverence
it commands
once it was colaba
wodehouse road
now it is sharukh khans
bungalow at band stand
or galaxy where
salman khan lives
crowds of die hard fans
forgotten are areas
like null bazar
famous for pots and pans
peela house foras road
shuklaji street kamatipura
famous for one night stands
mumbai the magic land
a dream held in the
palm of every hand
the filthiest dirtiest city
malaria dengue
swine flu typhoid jaundice
a soul strangulated
by its own hands
bollywood film city
mehboob studio
filmistan the pride
of filmi hindustan
our film fare awards
as famous
as what you get
at the oscars
or at Cannes
our heroes
our heroines
our item girls
their filmy
shenanigans
the queen of the soap
opera mumbai potholes

If Every Kid Had a Laptop They Would Not Need School Bags

How Bad Can It Get

Minimalist Art

He Got The Worst Deal The Khada Parsi of Mumbai

Shot By Marziya Shakir Nikon D 80

Marziya Shakir Kisses The Hands of the Shakha Pramukh Bandra

Marziya Shakir Kisses The Hands of the Shakha Pramukh Bandra, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. She has been seeing Mr Sudesh Dubey the Shiv Sena Shakha Pramukh , since she was a toddler hanging on my waist as I shot his Ganesh pandal on SV Rad Bandra .

As I was bringing her from school she spotted him and a he smiled in recognition she went up to him outside the Bandra Post office and kissed his hands he was totally take aback surprised at her gesture and her respect for him.

Marziya surprises me too now days and I am not making this up her chant is I am Salman Khan..this from a two and a half year old child.

After she kissed his hands I gave her my camera she paced the strap around her neck and shot this powerful politician of Bandra who is well known in this area for helping the poor and the needy.

The Dying Race of the Boot Polish Boys of Bandra Hill Road

The Dying Race of the Boot Polish Boys of Bandra Hill Road, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 140,245 items / 1,086,848 views

Business is very bad
a it rains heavily non stop
soggy shoes
waterlogged boots
that need no polish
business has flopped
such is their fate
they keep getting flogged
their pain their human suffering
of urchins who now beg for survival
their dying hopes i have blogged

it is raining non stop and the homeless who live on the road search for corners nooks and crannies the sky walk any safe place as shelter for their water logged dreams inundated by the fury viciousness of the mumbai rains

if you go out now camera in hand you could shoot pain but i am too tired after my iftar i just crashed without my dinner and woke up a few minutes back.

my computer cannot be repaired so i work on my sons spare laptop

The Portrait of a Poet in a Mirror

The Portrait of a Poet in a Mirror, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 140,198 items / 1,086,083 views


hidden
in the dark doomed
soul of a mirror
lies this poets ghost
a mystic poet
the only one
on the west coat
bollywoods
most wanted
is his boast
blogging
the soul of colored
humanity with
fetid comments
his ass they roast
his poems one day
might also be published
by bombay dost
crossword penguin
as your host
prolifically
uploading his misery
post to post
lifting his leg
squirting
a poem
on the
lamppost


to nitin karani

The Ghost of a Transvestite That Follows Me Everywhere

The Ghost of a Transvestite That Follows Me Everywhere, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 140,181 items / 1,086,058 views

call it my misfortune
i asked god
for a woman to love
he gave me one
far too soon
from across the border
a transvestite
he gave me as a boon
through facebook
friend finder
au clare de la lune
soon began
a tryst with my
fate facebook chat
going down under
she climaxed
main hoon
main hoon
bodily gyrations
going out of tune
patter patter
raindrops
monsoon
our souls
in a swoon
on a silver
sand dune
when i
woke up
from my dream
i felt
like a buffoon
although
i have deleted
her from my fucked
consciousness
on my soul she is strewn
match fixing
my aborted love
from lahore to badayun
she follows
me everywhere
this transvestite typhoon


the transvestites tale never ends ..

Iftar Time a Time of Serious Inner Retrospection and Piety

Iftar Time at Bandra Hill Road

A Poet Breaks His Fast

Iftar Time Diamond Building Bandra Hill Road

Silhouette of the Hijab

Silhouette of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 140,113 items / 1,085,769 views


The silhouette of the hijab
through my camera lens
on the soul
of street photography
i froze
a garment
of modesty
up close
considered
a thorn
as well as
a rose
what
we are
what we
stand for
it shows
an emotion
of our womanhood
in black clothes

Minimalist Art

Minimalist Art, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Inspired By Nitin Sharma!

gaur se deken
toh zindigai kuch
aisi hi ulat gayi
dhabbe dhote dhote
sari umar kat gayi
punya aur pap
main zindagi
simat gayi
thodi bahut
godwill thi
woh doston
main bat gayi

The Common Man Sachin Tichkule Goddess Gauri

Om Mani Padme Hoon

Hemant Sawant Ganesh Color Lab Lalbagh

Add Sprouts To Your Diet Live Long

Lal Bagh Cha Raja Jai Ho

Lal Bagh Cha Raja Jai Ho

Lal Bagh Cha Raja Jai Ho

My Best Friend Raju Langewal Of Lal Bagh Cha Raja

Raju Langewal and Lal Bagh Che Pore Hoshiyar

My Best Friend Raju Langewal Of Lal Bagh Cha Raja

My Best Friend Raju Langewal Of Lal Bagh Cha Raja, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Withour Raju Langewal Sunil Joshi Satish Khankar and several others karya kartas and volunteers I would have ever shot the Lal Bagh Cha Raja so extensively I owe it to them, they know I am fasting I walk barefeet from Lal Bagh till the next morning till Kumbharwada without rest I dont have a car I just walk shooting the Raja when he enters Muslim areas in humility touching all humanity .

Here the Muslim youth at Do Tanki help the Hindu brethren get the Rajas darshan , the Muslims felicitate the Raja and this moment I come to shoot I have given up standing on a drum and shooting Ganeshas at Girgaum Chowpatty I exclusively as a photo blogger shoot the Raja instead to add to my personal collection called Hope and Hindutva a Message of Peace.

Most of the people the crowds know me and wait for me to break my fast at Byculla offering me tea fruits and I am crying as I write this one Hindu …

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The Panwalas of Lalbagh

The Panwalas of Lalbagh, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Now you know why I consider Lalbagh Cha Raja Gully the haven of street photography I shot shops peoples moments lived relived and I have begun my 19 fast of Ramzan all night Shia folks do Amal and the Martyrdom of Hazrat Ali is a sad for all of us.

And if somebody could murder the First Shia Imam and the Fourth Sunni Caliph in a mosque and get away with it thereby creating a precedence and a license to kill with impunity in Gods house and make home in heaven among 72 nubile virgins what would you term modern Jehad killings massacres suicide bombings and these are thought I have as I add my angst on the soul of a panwala a common man eking out a living at Lalbagh ..


I consider myself lucky having been born a Muslim in India where my cultural identity the pluralism of my surroundings having lived with Hindus and Christians Parsis Buddhists all my life made me what I am a human loving person.

So it hurts me to see…

The Panwalas of Lalbagh

The Panwalas of Lalbagh, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Now you know why I consider Lalbagh Cha Raja Gully the haven of street photography I shot shops peoples moments lived relived and I have begun my 19 fast of Ramzan all night Shia folks do Amal and the Martyrdom of Hazrat Ali is a sad for all of us.

And if somebody could murder the First Shia Imam and the Fourth Sunni Caliph in a mosque and get away with it thereby creating a precedence and a license to kill with impunity in Gods house and make home in heaven among 72 nubile virgins what would you term modern Jehad killings massacres suicide bombings and these are thought I have as I add my angst on the soul of a panwala a common man eking out a living at Lalbagh ..


I consider myself lucky having been born a Muslim in India where my cultural identity the pluralism of my surroundings having lived with Hindus and Christians Parsis Buddhists all my life made me what I am a human loving person.

So it hurts me to see…

Goddess Gauri at Lalbagh

Photography is Shooting a Picture Through the Soul of Poetry

Photography is Shooting a Picture Through the Soul of Poetry

Spiritual Beauty Lies In the Eyes of The Soul of the Beholder

Street Photography is a Teardrop

Street Photography is a Teardrop, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. on the soul of Humanity as it solidifies and becomes a poetic moment in Eternity

The Lalbagh Cha Raja Hanuman Mandir

India Where Temples Grow On Trees

Shab E Zarbat

Shab E Zarbat, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 139,916 items / 1,084,555 views



www.ezsoftech.com/ramadan/ramadan20.asp



The commander of faithful, the father of eloquence, the caretaker of the orphans, the shelter of the needy and the perfect of all humans after Holy Prophet Muhammad (saw). Born in the House of Allah, Holy Kaaba, and martryed in the House of Allah, Masjid-e-Kufa. He died on the 21st day of Ramadan 40 A.H. and buried in Najaf al-Ashraf (Iraq).

On the eve of the martyrdom of Imam Ali (as) we take this opportunity to extend our heartiest condolences to Imam of the time, Imam Mahdi (as) and the Muslim world. Oh Allah (SWT) help us live the life of Imam Ali (as)!

Imam Ali ibn Abi Talib (as) had prophesied his departure from this world several days before hand, and on the day of his martyrdom he mysteriously desired his sons Imam Hasan and Imam Hussain (as) to offer their morning prayers in the house and not to accompany him as they usually did to the mosque…

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The Madwoman of Churchgate

The Madwoman of Churchgate, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. cursing her
horrible fate
in a miserable
state from
days of gloom
to days of doom
it has been
a long wait
searching
for hope
at the end
of the tunnel
finding
the wrong gate

The Vote Banks of Democracy

The Vote Banks of Democracy, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 139,885 items / 1,083,238 views

when he stands
for election
he needs them
so he lets
their hutments grow
slums shanties
overflow
than once
he comes to power
becomes a builder
the slum dwellers
become his foes
he wants their land
where new towers
will rise their shanties
his men will mow
the vote banks
of democracy
the wastelands
of humanity
crying at
their doors
politics
of convenience
makes men
into pimps
makes women
into whores
a river of remorse
running between
two shores

We Are Family Screams the Banner Across The Streets

We Are Family Screams the Banner Across The Streets, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 139,892 items / 1,083,353 views


this is man
noble creature
once now
biting the dust
sprawled
at gods feet
outside
his grave
his last
heart beat
his cornerstone
the gutter cover
his lost illusions
his winding sheet
a banner across
the streets gives
him hope solace
we are family
a circle complete
man his ultimate fall
his final defeat

dedicated to my facebook friend
uwe paschen

We Are Family Screams the Banner Across The Streets

Jesus Is Helpless There Is No Mother Theresa in Mumbai

Who Really Cares a Fuck Anyway...

Jesus Has Made India His Mothers Land

Jesus Has Made India His Mothers Land, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. My tribute to Mother Theresa

This is Self Contained 1 Bedroom Hall With Attached Toilet and Balcony on the Street