Mothers Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. a mother who bought her to this world i thank her this day she gave us a reason to live a gift we cannot repay marziya shakir a moment stolen from eternity we say wishing arizah shakir a happy mothers day
some of the best years of my life were spent in this hotel i worked as a sales person at Burlingtons of Bombay for a short spell a colonial world of white men to dwell under two stalwarts fateh singh ratan singh i learnt to sell benjamin caleb my manager so many stories to tell lorraine rhubottom anglo indian bombshell ship time munni gupta highstrung as hell jeannie nowrojee fashion shows on the ship a thought rings a bell callaghan of bombay walking the ramp with a rose in his lapel jenifer kendall gaby kapoor styling clothes giving us experience in a nutshell so many memories the mind cannot quell dickensian characters of a novel thoughts that propel in life without this stint i would have not excelled
The ricksha in the picture was the vehicle used to kill Informer bhai in a road accident on Hill road , but luckily the killers were drunk and a bit slow they killed a stray dog instead of the intended victim , whose supari they had got from the Rival Don..
Supari means contract killing..
When New Don the dwarf mafiosi of Mumbai came to know about this dastardly deed he immediately mowed the ricksha with his silver sedan at Carter Road..
The assassins of Informer bhai were lucky they escaped into the waters I am told ..
New Don wanted me to pose with him near the smashed up ricksha and told me to see that the picture was published in Mumbai Mirrror a lesson for all rival dons that the New Don means business.
But Mumbai Mirror being into Page 3 kind of stuff and their journos dont shoot such pedestrian stuff I thought I would post this at Flickr and Facebook Wordpress…
from his house to the mosque from the mosque back to his house he is a sunni muslim living in peace with those around him he has no grouse mutual coexistence a thought to espouse he has lived life without throwing stones at even those who live in a glass house it is the human heart that is gods real house i introduce you to him with a click of a mouse
Mr Vazifdar is the head priest of the Tata Agiary Fire Temple at Bandra Hill Road.., we have been friends since a long time and when the Municipality was going to demolish the facade and the fire temple wall , I left my daughter Samiya seriously ill in hospital to stand and support the Parsis the most peaceful community of Mumbai.
Samiya got well, but its been over an year since Mr Vazifdar was diagnosed with a badly infected liver , and he has borne the pain and the suffering with a smile on his face.
His chemo therapy continues and I would meet him once in a while this Parsi New Year he has gone to Chennai for a liver transplant.
I have not seen him since than and inquire about hm with another head priest Freddy Panthaki..
Mr Vazifdar loved Marziya and after school Marziya would leave my hand rush towards the Fire temple to greet this loving and kind man dressed in white..mayb…