Sunday, August 15, 2010

Nag Panchami 2010 At Jari Mari Temple Bandra

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Nag Panchami was celebrated at Jari MariTemple at SV Road Bandra , the Nag Panchami puja at this temple was performed at 7 am yesterday, I came in late in the afternoon and shot a few frames I share with all of you part of my Hope and Hindutva series a set on Flickr.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Nāga Panchamī (Devanagari: नाग पंचमी) is a festival during which religious Hindus in some parts of India worship either images of or live Nāgas (cobras) on the fifth day (Panchami) of the month of Shravan. Traditionally, married young women visit their premarital households to celebrate the festival. Especially in villages in India, a traditional aspect of the celebration involves joyous swinging by young women on swings temporarily hung on tree branches.

According to Puranic mythology, Brahma’s son Kashyapa had four wives. The “first” wife gave birth to Devas; the second, to Garudas; the third --named Kadroo--, to Nāgas; and the fourth, to Daityas. Nāgas were the rulers of Pātāl-Loka.

The following Sanskrit names nine important Nāgas, namely, Ananta, Vāsuki, Shesha, Padmanābha, Kambala, Shankhapāla, Dhārtarāshtra, Takshaka, and Kāliya:

अनन्तं वासुकिं शेषं पद्मनाभं च कम्बलम् | शंखपालं धार्तराष्ट्रं तक्षकं कालियं तथा ||

Transliteration: Anantam Vāsukim Shesham Padmanābham cha Kambalam; Shankhapālam Dhārtarāshtram Takshakam Kāliyam tathā

According to mythology, Lord Krishna had killed evil Naga Kālia on Nāga Panchamī.

Hindus in Nepal have their own myths and legends surrounding Nagas, which lead them to celebrate Nāga Panchamī on a large scale.

According to one mythology, the Kathmandu valley used to be a vast lake. When human beings started to drain the lake to make space for settlements, Nagas became enraged. To protect themselves against the wrath of Nagas, people gave the latter certain areas as pilgrimage destinations, restoring thus harmony in nature.

According to another mythology, a king used his Tantric powers to force Nagas to return to the land rains which they had taken away. The Nagas gave in to the king’s Tantric power, but in recognition of their power to control rains, the king established Naga Panchami festival.

During the festival, Nepalese traditionally post pictures of Nagas above the doors of their homes to ward off evil spirits, offer prayers to Nagas, and place food items such as milk and honey in their fields for Nagas. A few men wearing demon masks dance in the streets as a part of a ritual.

64 Years After Independence Says It All

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falling off
the wall
tiny small
knows to beg
the time
on the waist
of another child
he forgot
to crawl
the mystery
of his life's
not man
not society
even god
cannot solve
like a
karmic wheel
of sorrow
on its own axis

The Poor and The Rich

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64 years after Independence poor and the rich

this is the way
god wanted it
why bitch
one lives
in a mansion
the other
in the ditch
both want
to live
their respective
sales pitch
only one hitch
both cursed
the beggar
by a drug itch
the other
ensconced in
his air conditioned car
by a fair and lovely
dont ask me which
like his life
she too
is a bitch

The Boot Polish Boy

on the streets of despair
pain and remorse
his life has yet
to change course
polishing you shoes
with boot polish
his spit making
them shine
as never before
he is a river
without a source
a drop
in an ocean
of course

The sadness in his eyes tells all , he only told me he had not eaten for sometime , and business was bad as he stood near the bus stand for a client with muck in his shoes and in a hurry for a job interview.

I normally dont wear shoes but of late I wear rubber slippers because of the soggy filthy streets that make it impossible to move about barefeet ..

And I have just shot the Bandra Bazar Road flag hoisting by a freedom fighter ...

सारे जहाँ से अच्छा हिन्दोस्तान हमारा ।
हम बुलबुले है इसकी ये गुलसिता हमारा ॥धृ॥

घुर्बत मे हो अगर हम रहता है दिल वतन मे ।
समझो वही हमे भी दिल है जहाँ हमारा ॥१॥

परबत वो सब से ऊंचा हमसाय आसमाँ का ।
वो संतरी हमारा वो पासबा हमारा ॥२॥

गोदी मे खेलती है इसकी हजारो नदिया ।
गुलशन है जिनके दम से रश्क-ए-जना हमारा ॥३॥

ए अब रौद गंगा वो दिन है याद तुझको ।
उतर तेरे किनारे जब कारवाँ हमारा ॥४॥

मझहब नही सिखाता आपस मे बैर रखना ।
हिन्दवी है हम वतन है हिन्दोस्तान हमारा ॥५॥

युनान-ओ-मिस्र-ओ-रोमा सब मिट गए जहाँ से ।
अब तक मगर है बांकी नामो-निशान हमारा ॥६॥

कुछ बात है की हस्ती मिटती नही हमारी ।
सदियो रहा है दुश्मन दौर-ए-जमान हमारा ॥७॥

इक़्बाल कोइ मेहरम अपना नही जहाँ मे ।
मालूम क्या किसी को दर्द-ए-निहा हमारा ॥८॥

The Dying Race of the Boot Polish Boy

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I shoot him now and than but he was in a silent mode and begging on the streets normally he polishes shoe on Bandra Hill Road.

Things are really bad as I am not much of a talker and nor is he , we parted as we met.

And finally our honorable PM has broken his silence as reported in the Times of India today..Exemplary punishment for games corruption...the healing touch is still missing on the soul of Kashmir and the words of a separatist leader..about Muslims unable to live in a non Muslim dominated society is like a fish out of water is not short of apostasy..We Muslims have lived here in Mumbai and all over India but the only binding factor is not just our religion but our patriotism and Indianness..our religion supports the love of our country..a person who berates his country , his ancestral roots is the greatest traitor for all times.

And those who sell our country's Man Maryada for for a few fat big bucks are traitors too, and in short this is my tribute to the boot polish buy, bare feet shining your footwear speaks about hi life 64 years after Independence.

The problem with us Indians we growl at the wrong things bare our fangs if someone doe not toe our line but when corruption raises its head we all go back to sleep under our respective mounds.

And the Meter Jam campaign has had good results this morning Advocate Ashish Shelar BJP corporator had a public meeting at Bandra Reclamation with the rickshah drivers and their local leaders urged them not to refuse passengers old senior citizens and to be dignified and polite to the common man, he later distributed uniforms to the auto drivers.

I missed the Bandra Reclamation flag hoisting because of my roza and my sugar levels that rise during Ramzan.

And this is my first post on our 64 Independence day, I shot some stuff around this morning and later in the afternoon I go to attend the All India Indi Bloggers meet at Sea Princess .

I have to shoot the flag hoisting at Bazar road at 10.30 am..

And all around me the past memories play.. I am sure you are hearing it too..

Saas Hai Jab Talak Na Rukenge Kadam
Chal Pade Hai To Manzil Ko Paayenge
Jaan Pyaari Nahin Hai Watan Se Humme
Marte Marte Sabhi Ko Bata Jaayenge
Aye Watan Aye Watan Aye Watan
Aye Watan Aye Watan Aye Watan

Happy Independence Day to all of you ..

Great Giants That Loom In The Skies Fall One Day

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nature has its own way
of fighting nature
once a giant boastful
in height
in stature
has finally come
down to earth
now a mere

Children of the Flag

some literally sell the flag
its honor and its integrity
for making money
at the expense of the nation
its people with alacrity
while these beggar urchins
for one day become
is a marked difference
a thought to pity
the system will now
set up a committee
to inquire whose
hand was caught
in the kitty

Lab pe aati hai dua banke tamanna meri

JANAB ALLAMA IQBAL **************

Lab pe aati hai dua banke tamanna meri,
Zindagi shamma ki surat ho khudaya meri.

ho mere dam se unhi mere watan ki zeenat,
Jis tarha phool se hoti hai chaman ki zeenat.

Zindagi ho meri parwane ki surat ya RAB,
Ilm ki shamma se ho mujhko mohabbat ya RAB.

Ho mera kaam garibon ki himayat karna ,
Dardmando se zaifo se mohabbat karna.

Mere ALLAH burai se bachana mujhko,
Neak jo rah he us reh pe chalana mujhko.

Come On Buy A Flag Says The Kid

on the traffic
signal of despair
the 64 independence
day of our nation
the kid she cannot rid
holding on to dear life
barefeet blistered
but he wont skid
corruption as yet
not part of his agenda
a game he need not
play or participate
to rob steal outbid
the common wealth
of the nation
that others in high places
in swiss banks have hid
the rupee against the quid
abhi toh uth ja Sid

my fourth roza of ramzan
before I celebrate a peaceful Idd

Ma Tujhe Salam.. Mer Bharat Mahan

The Standard Bearers of Our Nations Honor and Integrity

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in her hands lies our future
at stake the looters
took away what was easily
available as the door keeper
had gone to sleep
the looter was awake
now an inquiry to find out
who let in the snake
what was his take
everything fake
public will forget
the system with the crook
a golden hand shake
it is not malaria
or the bite of the
it is corruption
on the soul of our nation
a great outbreak
another scam
another inquiry
another heart break

64 independence day
another news break

Those Who Fuck The Nation is The Name of The Game

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as a photographer
i shot this a day before
the independence day
because whether
i shoot it today
or tomorrow
it is all the same
i feel a sense of shame
both holding
on to the chairs
for power
is the name
of the game
kashmir burns
hope in flames
common wealth
games nothing
not even self respect
honor left to reclaim
if it is not them
is it the system
of the people
for the people
by the people
or simply
the eunuch silence
of the people
to blame
we are not human
mother India weeps
within a barbed iron frame
we cannot wipe her tears
we have lost our claim

I shot all this today relentlessly , than I went and shoot the Nag Panchmi at Jari Mari temple Bandra and finally shot Lord Ganesha being created as God from clay by the very people he created from clay too and it was my third Ramzan fast..

I also shot the angst of the Muslims their hopes bound to Ramzan a few hours before the opening their fast...

I shot the soul of God and through him the soul of Humanity., and I am in a state of anguish , as a poet and as a human being as so many questions pervade the air but no answers to any one of them..

Shooting the kids selling our national flag was the only way I saw them redeem our honor and self respect..testifying to their acts was the burning fire in their stomachs ..

My title is not to shock or awe but a truth in all its crudity as all around me is worst crudity and obscenity against the nation than my words..

Happy Independence Day to all of you ..this is a small set on Flickr..

Andha Hone Ka Ek Fayda

buri cheez
aur gandigi
dekhni nahi
padthi hai
pyas aur bhuk
halat muflisi
sadak par
zindagi se
ladti hai
jab badkismati se
zamin par ragad ti hai
ek aah
dehleez par
sar pathaktti hai

The Slate Of My Soul..Waiting For Her To Write Something On It

Om The Whisper of Waves In a Sea Shell

the incantation
of om shanti om
waves whispering
in a sea shell
i was feeling uneasy
i became well
two sides of our mind
both heaven and hell
earth a passage
in transit
one night stand motel
all human emotions
you attract or repel
when your time comes
you have to go
without bidding farewell
every man a slave
every slave a rebel

to my facebook friend
Rama Sethu Ranga Nathan

It Is Better To Have Loved and Lost

than never to have loved at all
she added me on facebook
going up and down my spine
she made my skin crawl
although i have
deleted her from my fucked
consciousness she had lofty
her thinking
was very small
she was a transvestite
mind you i came
to know later after the fall
now i am nothing
but a fucked brick
in her androgynous wall
a hot blooded
pathan vixen barbie doll
she loved her feet this
obsessive screwball
i believe after our affair backfired
she ran away with her butcher
to some god forsaken
village in nepal
though i cherish
on wintry nights
the gift of a
her pashmina shawl
seminal soliloquy

Although I Have Deleted Her From My Fucked Consciousness

i have deleted her
from my fucked
she haunts me
night and day
i told her to fuck off
but she keeps
following me
in my lair
but no
i am not
willing to be

falling in love
with a transvestite
a circle in a square
we did make
an unusual pair
in cyberspace
our love was born
we shared
she who
lives across
the border
a pathan
hot blooded vixen
devil may care
a hormonal
feet fetish
going down under
the cybercafe chair
almost throwing up
i swear part
of my erotic
in my poetic
face stare
a chapter
when she
blocked me
for not wanting
to marry her online
end of my imaginary
she reads me
in the blue toilet
of her desire
lap ton on her lap
in her night wear
a crystal Cinderella
like footwear
god alone knows
whether it was her
or me
who was unfair
love hate

the transvestite s tale never ends once it begins with or without fanfare

Mera Bharat Mahan

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i think
i become sure
our wealth
our children
our stature
our grandeur
our children
spiritual pure
through our
we live
our heritage
on the soul
of humanity
with their
they procure
64 years
a memory
of our freedom struggle
part of their heritage
secure a hope
till they mature

कोई सिख कोई जाट मराठा
कोई गुरखा कोई मदरासी
सरहद पे मरनेवाला
हर वीर था भारतवासी
जो ख़ून गिरा पर्वत पर
वो ख़ून था हिंदुस्तानी
जो शहीद हुए हैं उनकी
ज़रा याद करो क़ुरबानी

64 Years After Independence We Have Come a Long way

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we are north indians
we are maharashtrians
we are hardly indians
i must say
we asked for a home
on the streets we stay
malaria we spread
to a political dismay
at grass root level
the common man
for the sins
of the rich man pays
from ever state they
come as a getaway
some become super heroes
overnight a mannat they say
the weak
simply pass away
some commit suicide
simply walk away
others search for hope
on our independence day

तुम भूल न जाओ उनको
इसलिये कही ये कहानी
जो शहीद हुए हैं उनकी
ज़रा याद करो क़ुरबानी

Poetic Tribute to 64 th Independence Day of India

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ruminating on the roads
of despair and remorse
chewing the cud
holy cows in a herd
as i know
their language
word to word
they were
the commonwealth games
a topic of discontent
making man animals bovine
disenchanted and awkward
they were cursing
the system more abuses
i heard they told
me see the kids selling
the country's flags
tomorrow barefeet
blistered while on the
other hand our leaders
were busy selling our
nations glory heritage
64 years after independence
nothing much has altered
every vote for good
the common man faltered
yes we the people completely
erred year after year month
after month 'a new scam on the soul
of the coffers of our common wealth
in some Swiss bank interred
our vision our future
very blurred the voice
of the common man
sachin tichkule bruised battered
dreams all shattered
battered and plundered
collectively they muttered
through a picture
a poem i captured
a verdict a vote fractured
lyrics of a song blaring away

ऐ मेरे वतन के लोगो
ज़रा आँख में भर लो पानी
जो शहीद हुए हैं उनकी
ज़रा याद करो क़ुरबानी

from my dreams
into a virtual realty
i was hurled

Happy Independence Day to all of you Without your help it could have never Happened