Sunday, April 4, 2010

Shooting The Darkness of My Life

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manacled
chained
shooting images
shadowed in pain
unlearning
photographty
the spirit
was willing
the flesh diabetic
insulin drained
bare feet
the sole
kissing
the earth
blood stained
within cerebral
curtains
it was words
just words
that rained
unrestrained
fragmented
genius
humanity
humility
the soul
sustained
a tear drop
the poem
of my life
contained
shooting
the darkness
of my life
a novice
untrained

to my mentor
dr glenn losack md

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Jesus Bids Me Goodbye

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jesus is human
reads human hearts
as they live
as they die
jesus knowing
I walked with him
felt his pain
pain of his
loved one
on the burning
streets of mumbai
jesus an epitome
of hospitalty
humility
bids me godbye
a tear lodges
on my hand
a tear that
fell from
the sky
I am
what I am
Am I ?

Sayings of Jesus on the cross

The seven sayings of Jesus on the cross are a traditional collection of seven short phrases that Jesus uttered at his crucifixion immediately before he died, gathered from the four Gospels.[1][2]

Physicians and scientists who have studied the medical aspects of the crucifixion concluded that the sayings had to be short because crucifixion causes asphyxia. This makes inhaling air to speak difficult and painful, especially as death approaches.[3][4][5][6]


The seven sayings form part of a Christian meditation that is often used during Lent, Holy Week and Good Friday. The traditional order of the sayings is:[7]

1. Father forgive them, for they know not what they do (Luke 23:34).
2. Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise (Luke 23:43).
3. Woman, behold your son: behold your mother (John 19:26-27).
4. Eli Eli lama sabachthani? ("My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?", Matthew 27:46 and Mark 15:34).
5. I thirst (John 19:28).
6. It is finished (John 19:30).
7. Father, into your hands I commit my spirit (Luke 23:46).

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Hijras and Indian Dogs Not Allowed

I dont say it
but at
Bombay Gymkhana
the rich mans hang out
it is word of Mouth
an elitist citadel
last vestige
of the British Vampire
human rules flout
it is about money
it is about clout
BNHS was not spared
no doubt
from a Far Paviloin
Goddess
My Hijra Guru
UNO returned iconic
Laxmi Narayan Tripathi
was thrown out
Amchi Mumbai
heart broken out
a racist slap
on the face
of humanity
stands out
a bad cut out
I protest
as a poet
her pain
I read it
aloud
consider
it my eloquence
of silence
or my souls shout
total black out

Laxmi Narayan Tripathi was shown the door for being a Hijra , at the Bombay Gymkhana .. for more details read the Sunday Mumbai Mirror I dont want to rob them of their hard earned Sunday revenue.. read this as a Blog

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My Burning Feet

This was shot by me when I reached St Charles Vakola for the last stations of the Cross , I walked in through the bylanes of Vakola gaothan , and my feet were in terrible shape , when I reached the dias for the last event I placed my feet on a cardboard paper , but this was a reprieve for a few minutes only as I had to shoot the rest quick and fast... happening one after the other.

I was trying to edit some of my pictures posted at Flickr through the edit tool of Picnic but surprsingly my computer crashes both with Mozilla Firefoz and MIE.. I dont use Google Chrome.

The Picnic Help team are very quick in their respnse but sadly this problem of mine is unresolved ...

I will take a nap and dream a poem to add to this text.

This is the last lot of 240 pictures left to post in ths Good Friday series here at Flickr.

I slept for a while
it seemed like a mile
climbing mountains hills
lifes barriers became turnstile
sometimes i felt breath in
breathe out was not
worthwhile
as i slithered
on the face of the earth
like a docile
but posonous reptile
provoke me
i was vicious and vile
my pathos and passion
embedded
in my libido penile
i was pretentious
sometimes virile
flaccid almost streriile
my truth hidden
beneath textile
barefeet
astral gemstones
my sartorial lifestyle
was i hindu muslim
jew gentile
i was man
from gods kingdom
on earth exile
free but never
servile
humanity
humility
the essence
of my profile
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Uploaded by firoze shakir phot

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Long Life Best Wishes To His Holiness Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin Saab

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I normally shoot my own pictures , but this picture I have sourced from Google images and belongs to the London jamat..

www.londonjamaat.org/photos/62ndvisit_25082004-15.jpg

I hope they will forgive me this was one picture that embodies the vision of a living Saint and may he live long..Ameen.

I have had a very good relationship with the Bohra community,, and this is due to the fact that my late mother Shamim Shakir had a dear friend Rubab Ben , so my childhood was spent with the family that stayed opposite Bhendi Bazar.

I dont recall their surname , but my mom loved the Bohras our doctor too was Mullah Bakri with his quaint smelling ointments.. they stayed close to our old house at Khatau Bhuvan now Jony Castle at Wodehouse Road.

Throughout my life I have had Bohra connections and they nurtured me too, we belong to the same tree Shiate Ali , branches giving light and shade, and we are followers of Ahle Bayt.

Man Kunto Maula (Jis Jis ka main moula us us ka Ali moula)

I am not into dogma or unnecessary diatribe ..I shoot all religiosity and when my dear friend Dr Glenn Losack from Manhattan came down to Mumbai he shot His Holiness seated in his car and the hordes of Bohra men and women following him , Glenn as I called him had never seen such spiritual euphoria in his life.

My Bohra friends who I remember this day was the Abbas Bhai of Roma Byculla, the Hussain Asiwala family and the Jasdanwalla familes whose clothes I made when I worked at a fashion store in Bandra.
And Shabbirbhai Morbiwala anfd his family too.

But it was Akbar Bhai of Something Special that inspired me to have this set Bohras of Mumbai at my Flickr photo stream...

I shot Bohra ethos Bohra faces.

Now my neighbor next to my shop is a Bohra too a very devout young man Nur Nulwala.


His Holiness Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin celebrates his 99 birthday today.
He leads from the front a living legend and Holy Saint I wish him and his followers all over the world a very long life for Syedna Saab ,so we can learn more from his vision and wisdom in the years to come. Ameen


About The Holy Living Saint

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohammed_Burhanuddin
Mohammed Burhanuddin (Urdu: محمد برھان الدین) (born March 6, 1915) is the 52nd Dā‘ī l-Muṭlaq (Dai, or Unrestricted Missionary) of the Dawoodi Bohras. The Dawoodi Bohras are a sub group within the Ismā‘īlī-Shī‘ah sect of Islam. The Dai is the de facto spiritual leader of the group, acting as the vice-regent or spokesperson for the hidden Imam.

Burhanuddin was born in Surat, Gujarat, India. He was appointed to be the future Dā‘ī at the age of 52 by his father, the previous Dā‘ī l-Muṭlaq, Taher Saifuddin. Burhanuddin succeeded his father, upon the latter's death, when he was 53 years of age. Burhanuddin has seven sons and three daughters. All members of his family reside at Saifee Mahal, Mumbai.

Burhanuddin's era has been marked by a fusion of traditional values and modern advances for Dawoodi Bohras

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The Christians and The Bohras Celebrate The Spirit of Peace and Humanity

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I have another 280 pictures left to post to this set at Flickr.

Yes I dont scrounge when I shoot , I am under no editorial constrain , I am a impulsive shooter , I shoot seconds minutes within the soul of street emotions ..I see differently I shoot differently..I am a poet in a wolves clothes sometimes photographers can be wolves too..

I also shoot the conceit arrogance of media photographers and there was plenty of it around , some of the hot shot media photographers barring a few lack humility, the camera is an insult to humanity in their hands.


Some of the lady photographers I saw shooting what I and others were shooting , made me realize they had come to the wrong venues they should have been shooting a fashion on the beach in Goa.

One person I look forward to is Uma Kadam , she shoots with a passion and has always been kind to me I have grown on her pictures.She was not around this time.

I missed Mr Anil Bhartiya and Gautam Singh too.

My simple down to earth wife always cribs , she keeps remnding me why I shoot the same stuff every year, year after year, and than I get a bit bitchy by retorting why do you eat food every day , day after day year after year.she shuts up briefly..but she is happy because I dont have to buy film rolls anymore..that would have been the last straw.. she has asked the Holy Saint to see that my Nikon F100 is sold and no film cameras in the house.. I had over 225 old camera that was the bane of her domestic life and our marital bliss I gave it all away to a Chor Bazar dealer for Rs 17000 ,,,and you wont believe it I dont believe it too.. I am a poet and totally bad in making a profit out of a loss.


The only camera that my wife liked was the Canon G9 that was robbed from my person and the Mumbai Police could not get it back for me.

I am actually sick and tired of still photography I hope somebody will teach me to shoot videos.. but than I am stiff broke and the video camera is another thousand light years away from me..

My daughter Samiya has become a script writer waiting in the wings with her alter ego Manish Gaekwad..and they are a cute creative couple ..I am the biological father of one the other I have adopted out of necessity of my filial emotions.. so Manish is a Shakir too by adopted default.

And than Asad Dadan is my son too...Marziya has a very low profile father, kids on the streets think she is my child..Samiya and Marziya two names that can send Sanity away for a long long holiday.

Marziya is become a street fighter , she thinks she is a guy and when ever some kid touches her cheeks she punches and kick boxes his ass..she hates anyone touching her ..

I have bought her two Gaoti artificially colored chicks that are her new friends clicking away non stop but in a plastic basket.

And besides being Easter it is also the 99 birthday of His Holiness Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin , so the Christians and the Bohras have a reason to celebrate both peace loving communities of Amchi Mumbai.,

I wish both the communities the very best and His Holiness Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin a very Long Life so he can guide us all with his vision and wisdom above all.

Ameen .

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Happy Easter To One And All

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peace hope harmony
to fill your lives above all
happy easter to the rich
the poor on the roads
the mighty and the small
to those who have not
heard his call
i am the life and the resurrection
says the writing on the wall
humility the hope of humanity
vanity pride arrrogance
cause of its downfall

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The Healer


The Healer, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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the pain
of man
he feels
carrying
the cross
of humanity
he heals
a pact
of love
he seals
you are
what you
are through
the humility
of your
human soul
he reveals

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Beneath The Feet of Mother Lies Paradise

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when he fell
at her feet
did he realize
the son of man
did he see
with his inner eyes
a mothers love
her sufferings
her tribulations
mother of christ
that beneath her feet
lies mans paradise


I did not shoot the 14 Stations of the Cross on Good Friday I relived every single moment poetized it on my cosmic consciousness and my burning barefeet sweetened the pain and the imagery of my mind..

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Carrying The Burden of Another Man's Pain

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from jesus
the cross
on his back
he took
its not words
but tears
that
make
a holy book
simon
face to face
with the lord
carrying
the burden of pain
as the earth shook
the people around
had a sad look
divinity
without humanity
for granted we took
dissipated to destruction
line sinker and hook
the tragedy of time
we mistook

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Under The Shadow of Christ

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under
the shadow of christ
i wait offering love
instead of hate
as a muslim
shooting
the soul
of christianity
bareeet
i must state
humility
is humanity
a spiritual state
by being human
he showed
he was great
from man
to a divinity
he did mutate
made the blind see
the cripple
walk straight
water into wine
to taste
i am the life and the resurrection
copy and paste lifting
up lazarus from the dead
he embraced a broken pot
he replaced

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Photographing The Soul of Poetry

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manacled
chained
forever
to faith
that resides
on streets
of remorse
a river of pain
the human heart
the human soul
its source
sometimes
off tangent
going off course
a testimony
a tragedy
to endorse
my mastless
boat of destiny
searching
for her
pink lipped
shores
she who has
succumbed
to the treachery
of her karma
has locked
me out
barefeet
outside
her doors
waiting
watching
my precarious
passion
my pathos
through
the venetian
blinds
of her windows
my weeping
feet
my woes
photographing
the soul of poetry
a blogger
named
firoze

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Jesus Is Human Too

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touching his mothers feet
jesus the king of the jews
a title given by pontius pilate
he did not refuse
then followed
the whippings
the crown of thorns
the crucifixion more abuse
victim and accused
battered and bruised
showing his human side
through his sufferings
a new blood into a
dying faith
he transfused
the last temptation
on the cross
the devil
he did not choose
with his actions
his deeds
his thoughts
a new path
of peace
salvation
he suffused
a new generation
he enthused

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