he was ordained thus
the destiny of child
enslaved to misery
the human child
lives on a debris
false values
false hopes
from the cradle
to the grave
never free
his soul
ethereal
his body
earthly
in the darkness
of the night
he thus spoke
to me
silencing
the soul
of my poetry
dedicated
to a facebook friend
a very silent one
Friday, April 30, 2010
The Human Child Lives on a Debris
Has She Lived Her Life To The Full
she begs from
one shop to another
her life painful
a few coins
on the face
of her disparity
all bull
death dodges her
death artful
outside gods
heaven
a board
houseful
God Made Him Like A Camera
god made him
like a camera
but forgot
to give
him lens
a dark box
of suspense
devoid of vision
only sixth sense
his inner being
god did cleanse
a bit of hope
within his darkness
as his defense
he is what he is
without pretense
he sees nothing
his path is dark
dingy and dense
a broken down fence
a few coins
to recompense
i found
people with eyes
more blind
more bigoted
more full of hate
full of nonsense
living life of a fraud
at another mans
expense
to michel portier
my facebook friend
God Made Him Like A Camera
god made him
like a camera
but forgot
to give
him lens
a dark box
of suspense
devoid of vision
only sixth sense
his inner being
god did cleanse
a bit of hope
within his darkness
as his defense
he is what he is
without pretense
he sees nothing
his path is dark
dingy and dense
a broken down fence
a few coins
to recompense
i found
people with eyes
more blind
more bigoted
more full of hate
full of nonsense
living life of a fraud
at another mans
expense
to michel portier
my facebook friend
The Rival Don
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As soon as Hyder Don had left for the Holy Shrine , the Rival Don made his appearance , and most of the beggar joints near the Dargah lane belong to him ,but at the moment he is keeping his peace,,I shot a few frames just in case..
Rajan and Me
Rajan owns Happy Book Stall on Bandra Hill Road I shot a lot of pictures in his shop..I call them the Lost World of Books..
Its been several years since I read a book I shoot the book of life on the streets..
Falling In Love Is Getting Fucked Like This
once
everything
was cool
the gears
the accelerator
the brakes
the piston
forever
loaded
with fuel
the instrumental
tool
but fucked
in love
cremated
in a used
car pool
life of a lover
totally cruel
unmasking
truth
you find
reality
ghoul
her memories
lost in a whirlpool
A Moment In Life Called Street Photography
This is a picture I shot and this is Islam as I see it,without hate malice or infringements on the human soul..these kids are like reservoirs if you instill hate in them , they will learn to hate , if you teach them positive things than they will grow up loving everyone without bias or bigotry.
Does it matter whether they are Sunni kids or Shia kids they are the future of our human race , they are Humanity..a word we have blasphemed in every possible manner.
I liked them I shot them , they never existed in your consciousness before this but now they do, and they wait for me to shoot them and I add them to life as photo blog of peace.
For me this positivity of peace is street photography , I dont search for pictures I dont shoot pictures I shoot life as I see it on the viewfinder of my Soul..
And if I am ever hit by a running car you can be sure the Nikon D 80 will be with me ready to accompany in the next world..I am sure for me the gift of a camera woud be a blessing than ogling at nubile virgins in Hell..I dont believe in Heaven for the time being.. and when I tell this to my Shia wife and my new American girlfriend they both say Go To Hell.
The Chase Begins.....
I dont know his name but he his Hyder Dons best friend and side kick, he is fond of my grand daughter , actually they say he and his wife and child were crossing the railway tracks when tragedy struck , he lost both wife and daughter and his legs too..
The new Don has taken him under his protection , and he is an informer too keeping the Don aware of the rumors in his fiefdom..
Last night the New Don called me he had booked the entire hall for his friends and cronies , they want to support Aditya Raj Kapoor and make Chase a great hit..
The new Don called Aditya Raj Kapoor personally and assured him of the films success .and actually the New Dons father a yester year junior artist has worked in several films of Adityas dad Shammi Kapoor Saab the original Yahoo Man.
Yes the Chase begins in a few hours from now ...and I also wish Aditya the very best ...
Shooting The Soul Of a Barefeet Blogger of Bandra
Shooting The Soul Of a Barefeet Blogger of Bandra, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
Reza Masoudi Nejad is an architect and urban morphologist who has graduated in MSc. of architecture at University of Tehran in 1996, then he graduated in MSc of Built Environment, Advanced Architectural Studies - focused on Space Syntax theory- at the Bartlett, UCL, University of London in 2003.
Reza has recently completed his PhD at DPU, the Bartlett under supervising of Michael Safier. He mainly focuses on interaction between urban society and spaces, and the spatial organization of rituals in urban spaces.
www.ucl.ac.uk/~ucftrma/
Shooting The Soul Of a Barefeet Blogger of Bandra
Shooting The Soul Of a Barefeet Blogger of Bandra, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
Reza Masoudi Nejad is an architect and urban morphologist who has graduated in MSc. of architecture at University of Tehran in 1996, then he graduated in MSc of Built Environment, Advanced Architectural Studies - focused on Space Syntax theory- at the Bartlett, UCL, University of London in 2003.
Reza has recently completed his PhD at DPU, the Bartlett under supervising of Michael Safier. He mainly focuses on interaction between urban society and spaces, and the spatial organization of rituals in urban spaces.
www.ucl.ac.uk/~ucftrma/
Dr Reza Masoudi at Lucky Hotel
Dr Reza Masoudi is a good friend a versatile photographer who documents Moharam, and is a street photographer too.
He has shot Moharam in Lucknow and in Mumbai.
He shot the Ashura in Mumbai when I was away shooting the Ashura in Hyderabad , and I put him on to Habib Nasser to guide him and help him with his pictorial thesis.
I got a call on my cell , he had come back to Mumbai and wanted me to share lunch with him at Lucky Hotel, he was very happy to see me , he gave me a gift an after shave that I reluctantly took, he missed Marziya and wanted to give her a gift , but Marziya was at home and Dr Reza was in great rush , he wanted to buy some books , I took him to my friend Rajans bookstore on Bandra Hill Road ,Happy Book Stall.,.once when I was younger I bought all my books here or at Strand Book House or the roadside of Flora Fountain.
From the bookstore we split and Dr Reza was walking it to Mahim , the Holy Shrine of Makhdoom Shah Baba I was too tired to accompany him , and I was amazed how he bore the Mumbai scorching heat and humidity..
This is a small set at Flickr I dedicate to his wife and wish them both the very best for the future..
The Lucky Hotel guys are very happy with Dr Reza Masoudis interest in the Iranian migrant community of Mumbai and their ancestry their traditions living in Mumbai.
And I am happy that photographers who have seen my work online connect to me and I go out of my way to help them ,and it is an honor as they are shooting the ethos of my country.I am sure they will showcase it beautifully.
So I am highly hospitable to photographers I learn from them too..I am also expecting Marc De Clerc my Belgian photographer soon as he was down South shooting the Koovagam Eunuch festival.
Muslim Society Wears a Hijab Too
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she sits
on a graveyard
begging
her life away
muslim society
wears a hijab
has nothing
much to say
her pain
will surely
go away
a few coins
will change
her destiny
someday
a living
tombstone
alive today
they will bring
her to be buried
here one day
hurriedly
married
unskilled
uneducated
for the sins
of her parents
she has to pay
as a poet
i shot her pain
adding
a bit of
wordplay
a poor
muslim
beggar
woman
is dead
the day
she is born
before
her hair
turns gray
when
they who
were in power
did not spare
the favorite daughter
of the holy messenger
what does it
matter anyway
a pain
that is
here to stay
morality
values
of life
its decay
praying for salvation
praying for redemption
wanting but cant
walk away
The New Don
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The Don that had replaced the Old don , died of food poisoning I am told the beggar mafia was not happy with him , he had made life hell, so I have been told under a strict code of Omerta he was bumped of , they spiked his batata wada with cyanide.,
However the city cant remain without a Don and the unanimous choice of the New Don fell on Hyder Batla , he was going to Makhdoom Shah Babas Dargah to place a Chaddar , his henchmen were in 3 cabs and were watching me cautiously , and I would have been shot dead as I asked Sakib to send them batata wadas in the cab.., they threw out the plates in anger , but luckily Hyder Batla gave them a serious look and we both had firni this time..
I am hoping that Hyder Dada will show some interest in the film project that was stalled , and Hyder Dada gave me some hints , he would like to make conducive changes to the script along with Samiya and Manish he wants Rajiv Soni from Ghaziabad to come on board as creative director, he also wants Aditya Raj Kapoor as main villain..and to give him a signing amount before he hikes his price after the release of Chase.
Even as director he is adamant that we take Rahul Dholakia and would also like Chimpu Chintuji and Randhir Kapoor as rival dons.
Dimpleji will play herself in this new venture ..of Sadak Chap Productions
Wait for more news ..
FACEBOOKED
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the world
online is a
satta bazar
a shop window
where human
values 'human dignity
is put up for sale
be it a hijda
homosexual lesbian
male or female
each one has a tag
on his tail
every person
living a fake life
behind
a thumbnail
dressed up
in finery
or minimalistic
each covering
his true identity
under a veil
the internet
a fraudulent
community
large scale
locked up
pent up frustrations
in a cybernetic jail
once sold at a loss
bought back
on a profit
ready for resale
facebook
a book
with a billion
false faces
minus detail
Pain The Language of Hope and Love
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I was at the main lane that leads to the Holy Shrine of Makhdoom Shah before the road crossing known as the Dargah lane I was there visiting my friend Sakib and shot some frames of life around ..
Most of the beggars were surprised as I come here only during Urus time ..
This blind beggar I am told stands from morning to evening and a few beggars were grumbling my taking pictures but not raucously because of Sakib who stays in this lane.
pain is the only language
that is understood by all
no grammar no syntax
no borders no wall
we all feel pain
by and all
rich and poor
big and small
pain has only
god as cure all
to remove pain
hope love
you must install
a programme
that wont crash
or crawl
saving you
from every pitfall
humility
is what makes
you tall
Namaz The Soul of Islam
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2 year old
with her
grand mother
she prays
namaz the soul
of Islam always
her faith as a shia
she displays
reminding you
that head bowed
arrows
they sprayed
but he kept
the covenant alive
Islam he saved
around him
the namazis
watched him
being slaughtered
turned their face
Allah ho Akbar
Allah be praised
a grand child that
the Holy Messenger
had raised
bought up under
his beloved
Mothers gaze
Hussain is Humanity
a path of peace
over hearts
retraced
har kaum pukaregi hamare hain hussain
Islam Zinda Hota hai Har Karbala ke Bad.
Walking The Path of Peace
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the cascading
fate of man
his wealth
his riches
his grandeur
they dont need
holistically
healing humanity
their creed
walking on
the path
of lord mahaveera
to him they yield
the protective armor
their faiths shield
Aman Ki Rah
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zameen roti hai
pair jalte hain
aman ki rah
pe wo chalte
hain
insaniyat
ka mantr
woh padte
hain
unki rah
main kate bhi
phool ban kar
khilte hain
The Jain Monk
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Jain Muni or simply Muni is the term often used for Jain monks[1].
A Jain monk does not have a permanent home and does not have any possessions. He wanders barefoot from place to place except for the four months of the rainy season. A Jain monk is not a priest; rather he is himself a worshipped one.
A full Jain monk in either Svetambar or Digambar tradition[2] can belong to one of these ranks:
* Acharya: leader of the order
* Upadhyaya: a learned monk, who both teaches and studies himself
* Muni: an ordinary monk
These three are mentioned is the three lines of the Namokar Mantra.
In the Digambar tradition, a junior monk can be a:
* Ailak: they use one piece of cloth
* Kshullak: they may use two pieces of cloth
White-clothed Acharya Kalaka
The Svetambar Terapanthi sect has a new rank of junior monks who are called samana.
The nuns are called Aryikas in Digambar tradition and Sadhvi in the Svetambar tradition.
Courtesy Wikipedia
This is the first Jain Monk I have shot I ran after him I asked his permission to shoot him but he was in a rush towards the Jain Mandir at Bandra..Jain Mandir Road..
the jain monk
rushes
towards a
a path of peace
renouncing
the material
comforts
of life
spiritually
at ease
his body
his soul
the ultimate
release
his sufferings
his hardships
immaterial
the message
lord mahaveera
within him
he carries
trying to
alleviate
the pain
of the poor
around him
he sees
humility
essence
of the
jain muni
Women In Islam
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I shot this a few days back, and this is a picture I shot as I saw it, I have tweaked the body of the picture but I was helpless with the soul of the poor woman begging outside the door of Allahs house.. this is her destiny , this is her fate , she cannot escape it , not now she is already charged and condemned , she covers her face in a hijab , but pain cannot cover itself , it reveals such is the strength of pain , the inner strength of pain.
And what a day to remember the quintessential pain of the Muslim woman in Islam..today the Shias celebrate the Martyrdom of Bibi Fatima Zehra the only child of the Holy Prophet of Islam.
Wife of Imam Ali .
Mother of Hassan and Hussain .
And I did not plan to write what I am writing and this is not Shiaspeak, this is a fact of life , and nothing has stopped me shooting it, I shoot pain , the greatest essence of Godliness , pain that goes beyond caste color or creed and connects Man to God and God to man.
People who walk in and out of the Mosque see her too, but than the Will of God the call of the Muezzin is more important than such common scenes seen all over Mumbai outside our religious spaces .
But this one killed me as human being and as a poet who shoots the ongoing drama of life..I am not a Mullah , I do not promote any religion save the religion of self respect towards Motherhood and Womanhood.
Mother is the gate that leads to God.,..no religious place is greater than the essence of Mother and through this unintentional post a part of my passion as street photography I place it at the feet of a Mother , a Mother we all believe in..a Mother a universal reservoir of pain she suffered and her suffering continues..as those who cry for her loss are killed in the name of Islam , and they are not just terrorists these are hardcore Islamists who are Namazis and followers of the Faith..I dont believe that Terrorists have no Religion it is misguided religious thought permeated by the rogue Mullah that has made them killers of the human race and yes it is only Muslims that lustfully sado- masochistically love killing Muslims.
And the killings will never stop as we collectively watch in eunuch silence the soul of our religiosity cannibalized by murderers in the name of Allah.. and the leaders around the world dont care a damn as long as they have power and nobody usurps their petrol banana kingdoms..
I am not into diatribe but I thought this introduction was necessary and I have not even thought of what poem I shall write here I leave it to God he guides the mouse I merely click his thoughts..
she is alive
no she is not alive
she is dead
the scabbard bleeds
when rapier sharp
saber cut her head
call it fate destiny
her life is meaningless
as it moves ahead
death is more
easier to handle
than life that
bleeds you red
through her veiled
silence
to my poetry
she added words
unsaid
her pain
her sufferings
her faith intact
more important
than the cry
of her children
for bread
the holier
than thou
namazi
threw a
few coins
into the interior
of Allahs house fled
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