Friday, September 24, 2010

This Is Kadak Brun All You Need Is Maska and Garam Chai

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Because of the almost back to back pictures of the various feasts I have shot a lot of things remain unposted and I am still using my sons spare laptop, my own computer crashed got sick and tired of my non stoppable blogging.

I shoot what touches me as a poet and it differs from what you or another person would see and I shoot shit I shoot crap I shoot anything that connects with my past.

When we stayed at Wodehouse Road at Jony Castle when it was called Khatau Bhuvan , and were going through a very bad patch my mom would send me across the Military Quarters to Sasoon Dock where there was a bakery and I bought brun we had with dal..

I got free fish from the Tandels and this is one of the reasons I post much on the Kolis .. they are part of my past too.

I kept stray dogs cats pigeons and treated stray animals wit respect we were late Keith Kanga Rayomand Framroze and Vimal Patacharige from Sri Lanka.

So photography connects you and the unknown zone it is a mystical medium , and a very powerful medium too..without pictures life would be dreary and drab.

But as photographer I have been lucky I moved away from Club Culture and the Print.

For me the digital era meant learning photo shop and the basics of the internet , the blogs changed my life completely ..the quality of my life too.

The print restricted me the blog gave me wings to fly and express myself without restrains but I moderate my stuff try not to hurt others so I shoot life positively be it the whores of the red light areas or the hijras on the streets or those that earn their money as male prostitutes.

I shoot garbage and I shoot it as a poet with the stink to hit olfactory senses too,, garbage is the story of man like democracy of the garbage for the garbage by the garbage .

We Indians are Gods gift to Humanity take it or laeave it and the only person who knew this was Peter Sellers and he is no more alive.
We are a loving race peaceful race we are the only race that creates something from nothing and this is neither tongue in cheek or a satire.

We are a dichotomous race we are manly and we are eunuchs too..we fuck we get fucked too.. we get fucked by a fucked system of life .

And I dont mean the CWG and this is not a Kalmadi i joke so stop giggling you girls at the back,.

I was telling a guy who asked me where do I find a good Hindu and a devout one I gave him my mobile number I am as much a Hindu as you are a Muslim.

Because I am a hardcore Indian I dont let religiosity attack the principle of my Indianess.

And even blogs are mans restlessness .. his desire to share his world and to share the other mans world too,,,

I have a good friend who is a Wiccan dont believe in it but I respect his choice of Faith and we are the best of Internet friends.


So even a loaf of bread hides the story and lets it lose on the soul of humanity as a blog.

My legs are in real bad shape totally swollen with the long trek with Lalbagh Chya Raja on the day of Immersion but they will heal I am sure..

So now you know why some blogs are pictures and some blogs are texts and pictures ..poetry or prose..some far some up close.

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