Sunday, September 19, 2010

The End Of The Road of Life

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I shoot junkies I shoot drug addicts as I capture them on the wretched tapestry of the streets ..and I had a friend called Porus a brilliant good looking cut Serd married to a Dutch female we all hung around at Wodehouse Road at late Keith Kangas house , Porus was stinking rich stayed at Cuffe Parade ..he used to smoke so did all of us Bombay black or Afgani

And after I moved away to Strand got married I met him at Wales where we drank beers Porus was there he was has having brown sugar and chasing it with beers but he was nicely dressed he offered me some I politely refused.

Years passed by and one day I was at Ballard Pier and walking with my wife and a beggar like person accosted me ..I was about to put my hand in my pockets to pull out change and when I dd look him in the eyes it was none but a bedraggled Porus ..doomed and destroyed completely..reduced to rags the trouser tied with a rope he was one tenth his huge girth..

I was too ashamed I fled with my wife I never saw Porus again ..

I never told her who he was but every time I shoot such scenes at risk to my life I a reminded of Porus ..

I hope wherever he is he has found Peace ..and pray for him and hope he is out of his misfortune .

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