Showing posts from April 5, 2010

Two Sides of The Same Coin Are We

Two Sides of The Same Coin Are We, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. whether you call me
a muslim
or call him a hindu
created by the same
potter are we
he painted
us perhaps
in different colors
but a single
form humanity
two sides
of the same coin
are we bound
by a single knot
bharat bhagya
tears united
in pain
as they fall from
our eyes
i know no other
the land of our birth
our worldly paradise
where brotherhood and peace
lives never dies

dedicated to sujitda

Hindu and Muslim We Are But In Name

Hindu and Muslim We Are But In Name, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. the blood
through his body
my body is the same
his faith my cultural
my faith
a message
of peace
in the same frame
it is bigots
in both our
our ethos shame
our country defame
the land of peace
where the ganges flow
is Hindustan
self same
call it India Bharat
a rose by any
other name
mutual coexistence
our collective aim
from neigbors
a family
we became

Maharaj and I are very good frends and he comes from Varnasi to this sleepy back lane of Bandra Bazar Road , Daya Sagar Hanuman Mandir ,a temple dedicated to Lord Hanuman , a stone form in the shape of the monkey god discovered while unerathing the ground is the diety of this temple.

सन्तोषः परमो लाभः सत्सङ्गः परमा गतिः ।

विचारः परमं ज्ञानं शमो हि परमं सुखम् ॥

English Translation of Sanskrit Quote:

Contentment is the highest gain,
Good Company the highest course,
Enquiry the highest wisdom,
and Peace the highe…

Digging a Poets Grave

Digging a Poets Grave, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. although he loved her
he has deleted her
his fucked
she put a leash
on the best of him
he was not her slave
her feathery touch
her sweaty muskiness
for her being he craved
but all good things
come to an end
his memories
for another
more heavenly
endowed man
from her heart
she razed
he died
broken hearted
with a few sheafs
of unread poems
he is being
buried on the streets
his grave
god be praised
he will soon
be in the arms
of nubile virgins
a cosmic poet
on the chase
a testicular
he could
not face
her new lover
won the race
by gods grace

Hung To Die

Hung To Die, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Life is Precious Please Dont Kill Yourself

Marziya Shakir Shoots

Marziya Shakir Shoots, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. from the branches
of my family tree
a fruit
marziya shakir
her camera in chaoots
eyes closed
the whispering
of her soul
she shoots
a bare feet blogger
an old man
her off shoot
she is street smart
pretty and cute
the world
around me
she loots
she computes
her grand pa
as a model
one of his kind
she recruits
no shoes or boots
marziya shakir
2 year old
but poetic
you must be born
with music
you hold
krishnas flute

Teaching Photography To My 2 Year Old Grand Daughter

Teaching Photography To My 2 Year Old Grand Daughter, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I dont know how to teach photography, I learnt photography because I was made to see before I shoot ..I shot light with the darkness of my soul.

Marziya is one step on me she shuts her eyes and takes my picture .

So what is photography, according to me it is a lesson in sheer humility, taking from one and giving it to the other.

You need a camera , or photography is not possible , this thought is not a metaphor.

Now comes the second part of my lesson , in Unlearning Photography, photography is about Touch, the way you touch the camera before it touches you, Marziya knows the Nikon D 80 to hold it to shoot with it assisted by me.

This camera in her hand is her first toy, before she began playing with dolls cats and dogs.

This is her inheritance from me ..I dont care if she does not become a photographer , my intention in making her see the world through the lens is simply to get the bi…

Marziya Learns Through You Tube

Marziya Learns Through You Tube, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 122,768 items / 841,588 views

When I come back from work, and space myself near my computer Marziya will sweet talk me into playing her favorite nursery rhymes begins with Twinkle Twinkle , and Marziya is an audio visual child.

She learns fast , I learn from her but much slower.

Now that school is shut it is more of You Tube for Marziya.

She prefers the old numbers I listen to while I blog, and she mimics the songs her favorite and mine is Pritam An Milo..

Marziya is over 2 years old highly opinionated street fighter , she takes no shit from anyone on the road , I mean children who love pinching childrens cheeks , she boxes them right away.

She loves the two little colored chicks I bought her , she calls them Tom and Jerry.

She feeds them rice , changes their water short she cares.

She was watching me posting the Good Friday pictures and she tells me Grand Pa he is Jesus Na.

Here she is watchin…

The Good Friday Ends

The Good Friday Ends, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 122,766 items / 841,375 views

I quickly hopped iinto a ricksha , first I removed my tshirt that was drenched to the bone and from Vakola made my way home I had shot 735 pictures of the 14 Stations of the Cross barefeet,

I took this shot myself in the moving rickshah..

And I end this with a few words I wrote asa comment on Facebook in defense of Laxmi Narayan ato my friend Ravi Shekars comment about the management of Bombay Gymkhana..'

Ravi Shekhar commented on your link:

"angrezoN ke zamane ke jailor hain ye log !"

my reply

sahi bat kahi sahab apne
zamir to zamir sara jahan
laga kapne
apnon ko ghair banane ki
virasat jo chodi
hai inke bapne
hamari tarbiyat
hamari tehzeeb aur adab
par mara dank
ek zehreele saap ne
aur natija dehkar
laga hapne

My Barefeet after the Shoot



Touch, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I finally bring my Good Friday set 2010 to an end I shot over 735 pictures from 9.30 am to 4.30 pm , I shot my self in the ricksha too ,, I had removed my tshirt that was totally drenched , my feet were badly burnt.

But I had walked with Jesus , and I had walked with the Christian community that had walked with him too..

It has taken me 2 days to upload all these pictures at Flickr.

Most of the picures I shot were based on the most important ingredient of the human soul Touch..everything was based on Touch a Touch that heals all.


RIGHTS OF ADMISSION RESERVED, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 122,746 items / 841,249 views

bombay gymkhana
135 years
of the rich
the mighty
the elite
indian dogs
they mistreat
in some
future time
this will include
who blog barefeet
cross dressers effete
a racist mind set
full of arrogance conceit
indians are the greatest racists
with australia new zealand
they could easily compete
for the life achievement award
in narrow mindedness over zealousness
racial discrimination racial profiling
a thought complete
61 years of our independence
a total surrender a total defeat