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It is a coincidence but this is my 124000 blog post at Flickr without your love your encouragement I would have never reached this far in about 32 months or so.
I shot this picture and it has haunted me no end , this is all my pictures rolled in one..this is pain, this is what burns my soul..
Maha Kamel
you set fire to our souls Firoze...
Yes Maha this is fire and I dedicate this to you , I dont know you, but yes I know you too are a poet and you inspire me with your kindness with your deep understanding of life and human pain.. should suffice.
I am writing this in a hurry I have to rush for work..
we boast
of the human race
with our wealth
our useless
knowledge
our diabolical power
the tranquility
of nature
our surroundings
we deface
what is not ours
we chase
we must possess it
in any case
we are human
but bastards
on the surface
everywhere
we leave a
hateful trace
our soul
a weapon of
destruction
is our base
the fall of man
from grace
he burns
i burn
no peace
no rest
no solace
i was totally
left
in a maze
an open gutter
mans ancestry
a womb
or any
other place
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Fall Of Man From Grace
A Street Photographer Lying Dead on the Street
A Street Photographer Lying Dead on the Street, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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fucked forever
shot by me
man lying
on a tomb
made of concrete
the living dead
even death
takes a detour
when they meet
fucked forever
in dust and heat
the living dead
empty stomach
no food to eat
empty dreams
empty hopes
dead meat
pictures of pain
from a beggar
who shoots beggars
barefeet
the living dead
a file that
wont ever delete
even time
shits on
their face
in defeat
please note
these kind
of morbid
pictures
wont be shot
by the pompous
pedantic
salon photographers
camera club
aesthete
or the over rated
critic
i raucously
entreat
no contest judge
will approve
such pictures
such is conceit
on their pristine wall
of fame landscapes
macro shots chubby kids
holi festivals sand dunes
can only compete
fuck such photography
artificial full of deceit
my thoughts
i piddle and excrete
a street photographer
lying face up
dead on the street
to the furious photographer
The Face Off
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He is a hardcore drug addict, he was watching my reaction , but before I took his picture I gave him a few coins that took him by surprise ..he liked it..Ranga Khush Hua..
He has enjoyed life, done all that a normal male does than gave it up for drugs and booze..yes sometimes losing is a bigger high too at the sweepstakes of life..
The kids in the slums call me photowale Uncle , and as I move in to cut across to my shop they will wait to accost me and yes I shoot them I practice my photography and hone my skills shooting them and the silhouette of their pain , and the kids will follow me till the exit of the slums..
They were quite fascinated when I walked in a day earlier with my wife we had some work, and this time they did not ask me to shoot their pictures.. but I think they like my wife who is a silent person , the only time she nags is when I am making love to the Internet..and seminally soiling the sheets of my despair.
I come from work at 8.30 pm and after my insulin shot medicine I blog till 2 am than hit the sack wake up at 8 am blog till 10.30 am , than to work, back for lunch at 1.30 pm , a bit of browsing and a nap, I go back through the slums to work at 4 pm..
This is the day in the life of a inveterate blogger , I still have pictures in my camera , after I uploaded over 400 pictures , this beggar and street series. that you are seeing..
I have to work on the cemetery pictures.
Sometimes I do wonder what I would do if I was not a blogger ..I think I would go mad, I hate making prints or having an exhibition of my stuff as suggested by my good friend Vinay Paralkar.
I am already exhibiting my angst thanks to Yahoo Images Flickr Faceboook Google Buzz Twitter Wordpress Blogspot and more..
Flickr Facebook Twitter and Google Buzz in this order.. my other sites I dont post directly everything via Flickr.
Last Sunday I met my good friend Laurent Salesse an international photo journalist at Cafe Leopold , he is a fascinating Frenchman we shot the Lucknow Ashura together in 2007.
I took him to my mothers house and my brother Firdaus and he hit off very well.
I shot a lot of pictures of Cafe Leopold and Colaba Causeway where I grew up not too long ago..
Laurent wanted me to accompany him to Koovagam , but I am broke and and I rejected his hospitality and offer..
I am not yet invited there by Lord Iravan is the way I see it..
Laurent has shot most of India including the Amarnath Yatra and Kailah Mansarovar though he likes Indians and India he feels the people of tribal areas of Pakistan are more big hearted in their hospitality and their congeniality than the Indians.
I was invited by a Facebook friend to come to Pakistan to shoot the Hijras there but I dont think I will ever make it..unless someone funds and sponsors me ..
Bloggers dont make money bloggers like me I mean , we were born broke and will die broke..sharing worlds cultures is what makes blogging a holistic healing tool in spite of wifes nagging and the slow and pathetic service of my internet provider You Telecom.
So falling in love on the Internet is a hazard that is part of the territory and terrain of cyberspace ..every cosmic poets needs a muse as polygamous poetic option of survival ..and Talak Talak Talak is not the end of the episode on Blogging into her heart soul and we will never meet ..she knows it and I know it too..
although I have deleted her
from my fucked consciousness
who is she you will never guess
she is around yes she loves another man
heavenly endowed
is figment of
my fucked mind
god bless
a cosmic poets dilemma
delusions distress
on the top of a mountain
my soul
with her tears she
did caress
much as i wanted
my desires
incomplete
i could no press
or her perfumed
garden access
her mound of curiosity
where my hope
did nest
emotionally
spiritually
we were one
but her flesh
i could not possess
a barefeet blogger
a photographer
life excess
sartorial serendipity
crazy dress
she has disappeared
without a
forwarding address
a noor like hoor like
ethereal princess
i confess
i love her a million times over
i say yes yes yes yes
Dont Shoot Beggars Dont Degrade Our Country
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the fucked
sanctimonious
living in an ivory tower
thinks i shoot pictures
to make big fat bucks
selling pain
so they go on and on again
dont shoot beggars
dont degrade our country
blows on my soul as rain
but watching the IPL
fucked drama in
the newspapers television
dont they feel humiliated
come again
the rich getting super rich
the poor fucked beggars remain
yes i shoot what i see
that you dont want to see
is plain i see with my eyes
that you dont see
with your god given
fucked brain
sania shoaib marriage
is more important
than a man falling
off a running train
betting on every
subject under the sun
is making a loss
into gain
not a bad bargain
currency notes
round the neck
of politicians
while the farmer
commits suicide
for want of money
to buy seeds and grain
fuck fuck fuck you all
fuck pain
dedicated to glenn losack and fred miller
The Living Dead
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the street
is the graveyard
where the living dead lie
as the traffic of life
passes them by
immune
to the honking
they are dead
on the sly
penniless
hopeless
dreamless
on the streets
they dry
from the fire
into the stove
thrown
into a pigsty
wingless
featherless
birds
cant move
cant fly
yes i shoot
pain
as my camera
cries
even hell
the living dead
call
paradise
Fallen Man
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panoramic pain
on his soul
etched out
with a crayon
of fate
symbolically
sketched out
round and about
burnt out
from within
without
any doubt
frothing
at the mouth
Zindagi Ek Gadi Hai
age se
peeche se
waqt ne iski gand
phadi hai
mar mar
ke yeh hal
kar diya
isse achi
to hath
gadi hai
Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZbKHDPPrrc
"Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)",[1] first published in 1956, is a popular song which was written by the Jay Livingston and Ray Evans songwriting team.
The song was featured in Alfred Hitchcock's 1956 film The Man Who Knew Too Much,[2] with Doris Day and James Stewart in the lead roles. Day's recording of the song for Columbia Records (catalog number 40704) was a hit in both the United States— where it made it to number two on the Billboard charts[3]—and the United Kingdom. From 1968 to 1973, it was the theme song for the situation comedy The Doris Day Show, becoming her signature song.
It reached the Billboard magazine charts in July 1956. The song received the 1956 Academy Award for Best Original Song with the alternative title "Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera)".[2] It was the third Oscar in this category for Livingston and Evans, who previously won in 1948 and 1950.
There has been some minor controversy about the reputed language in the song's title and lyrics. The phrase was lyricist Jay Livingston's own variation on "Che sera sera", a fictional motto which he had seen in the 1954 film The Barefoot Contessa.[4][5] Although it seems Livingston didn't know it, Che sera sera is the heraldic motto of the Dukes of Bedford.[6]
The phrase also appears as "Che sera, sera / What will be, shall be" in the sixteenth century English play Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe (Act 1, scene 1). In any case, the phrase "Qué será, será[?]" ("Que será, será" is non-grammatical in Spanish) is, as in the song Qué Será by José Feliciano, an open question about the future: literally, it means "what will it be, will it be?", while the song as a whole may be considered either as a fatalistic approach to the future, or as a hopeful approach (despite her worries during her life, she ended up giving her children the same advice, so she likely understood that worrying was a bad idea. A similar approach can be found in the song Let It Be, by The Beatles, or, recently, Don't Worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin).
"Whatever will be, will be" in Spanish is "lo que quiera que sea, será", "lo que vaya a ser, será", "lo que tenga que ser, será" or "lo que deba ser, será". (Authentic versions of the phrase "whatever will be" in the romance languages include el que serà [Catalan], o que será [Portuguese], ce qui sera [French], and quel che sarà [Italian].")
from wikipedia
Humanity
humanity
the collective
ethos of man
we all know
hate
the greatest
religiosity
that wont
allow
man to grow
only pain
connects
man to man
man to god
although
as blood
on the soul
of disparity
shows
on the parched
pavement
of life
as it froze
shimmering
spectral
in death
throes
as a shia
pain is my
ancestral
inheritance
from my mothers
womb it flows
carried
by the winds
into my
souls windows
karbala
the land of
my destiny
my poetry and my prose
enemies of hussain
are my only foes
hussain o minni
wa ana minal hussain
a pain that
never goes
The New Don
This is the new Don who has inherited the slums and all the shanties that once belonged to the Old Don who has gone to Bihar..
The new Don saw me and you can see him frog legging his way to meet me,..
At the back are the two cars filled with his goons all from Nagpada.
The Hand That Rocked the Cradle is the Hand That Begs
The Hand That Rocked the Cradle is the Hand That Begs, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
the hand
that rocked the cradle
is the hand that begs
an edifice called
mother
on crippled legs
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