Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Natural Neem Brushes Ramzan Speciality

This is part of a series I shot of the food stalls at Bandra Station Road Compound Badi Masjid area and back to JJ Colony, this is a strange tour I took to shoot these street pictures of the spirit of Ramzan.

This is a set on Flickr and it would be impossible to cross blog.


And I shot all this before the Indi Bloggers meet but kept it on hold.

Even when I am at work my uploading continues as a batch of 100 pictures in every lot..I dont edit my pictures and f they are bad I delete them after they have been posted..some pictures accelerate my thinking juices , some give me whacky ideas on the sky walk was one of them.

I prefer shooting the streets from my ricksha or cabs and Ramzan photography gives me a real big kick I dont want to shoot the same places , and I am stuck for time ..but I will certainly cover some different areas when my emotional status gets better..


Most of these pictures I shall leave without text.. but than I could add text on an old pictures make it new bringing it forward in my photo stream and you would not know the difference.


I am having a lot of problems at work so I am not really happy shooting but as I always carry a camera with me I cannot resist.. and I try not to go overboard with my Ramzan pictures ..censure my word and moderate my street angst..

Fucked In Love On The Sky Walk

he is not sure
whether to jump
over the sky walk
he has two wives
5 mistresses
5 mobile phones
on which he
sweet talks
convincing one
than the other
fucked in love
but he rocks
to his bad love
he is fucked
broke kadka
all the time
but women
bar girls
into the matrix
of his live love
flock no its not
that he is cocky
or cock sure
this mohawk
but it is true
he has fathered
a lot of kids
out of wed lock
the legitimate ones
from his two wives
are a bakers dozen
part of loves
livestock
when i shot him
he was talking
to his bar dancer
girl friend
in Bangkok
a film buff of
horror movies
he has seen
all the psychotic
films
of Alfred Hitchcock
reading
his body language
of this tom hawk
through a poem
his picture
i locked

this is a gibberish poem..on the fucked ass of a pedantic pompous pedagogic pederast living in a tower of babble I have gun cocked

Hurling a Single Shoe Was Not Enough

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when women become men
pelting stones on the streets
the heart burns the heart beats
when children pelt stones
at a system when humanity
bleeds it is not a speech
but a healing touch
the human heart needs
so when somebody hurls
a single shoe at apathy
unfeeling blasphemy
survival is the name
of a political greed
rampant corruption
excessive force
some misdeed
standing tall
in a karakul cap
without humility
with blood
flowing
beneath the feet
be human
to the heartless leader
the human heart
pleads
hurling
a single shoe
was not enough
to wake him
from his blundering
plundering
stupor
a second hand
shoe shop
from mumbai
offers more
shoes indeed
meri jan
to add to a single shoe
over the head
like a bouncer
as it journeyed
as a message
of peace you
must read
godspeed
nobody
wants their
innocent
children
to be
prematurely
buried

Marziya Shakir The Soul of My Photo Blog

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A Meet cannot be successful without the heart and soul of the people of the blog by the people of the blog for the people of the blog..


It was not the event managers no disrespect nor the sponsors but YOU all of you that made the difference you were the Soul in the body of a Blog .


You are the silver lining of my blog too and whatever my age experience short comings I learnt so much and I am still learning reading your comments you enthusiasm that touches us all.

Only You , are the vital force of the blogging community a blog is message of Peace on the Soul of Humanity..

A blog is the resurgence of the Holy Spirit in Man Woman and our surroundings


And this now becomes a blog dedicated to all of you on my next Flickr Post..

This was a comment i posted o Maithili Desai's post at Indi Blogger this morning

Quenching a Thirst The Photo Blog

The Freedom of the Blog

Freedom Fighters and the Dead Poet of Mumbai

The Freedom Fighter of India Not Yet Free

he is still
in a jail
they left him
in captivity
lost the key
our colonial
masters
when they
began to flee
across the sea
through the jail
of his soul
he watches
the country's misery

he is a slave
so is his country
we the people
are the only
one free
breathing
corruption
apathy
sitting
on a branch
cutting
the banyan tree

To Hon PM
Manmohan Singhji
on our 64 Independence Day
a picture some poetry

The Muslim Beggar 64 Years Old

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he has come a long way
life has not changed much
from uttar pradesh
to mumbai for a better
future fate crunched
knocks of life
no free lunch
either way as a north indian
as a muslim as an indian
looked down upon
kicked and punched
shoulders hunched

64 Years Of Independence Silence of the Flag

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unlike the vocal
self glorifying politicians
of our country
our national flag
in all humility
for the self sacrifice
of our freedom fighters
our people our ethos
their contribution
to its tall stature
does not like to brag
it suffers in silence
as they loot
the country
wealth
shipped
to Swiss banks
full of hard currency
gold bullion in bags
the road 64 years
after freedom a turn zig zag
the difference in our honor
prestige glory
respected revered
but by by the looters
treated like a rag
the soul of our nation
hand cuffed
gagged

64 Years of Independence Child Man and the Flag

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Ever since I became a blogger I have shot the Independence day and our Republic day , my love for my country's flag its ethos and its values , despite all the knocks scams my country cannot be blown away by a few a handful who rob her relentlessly under one scheme or the other.


Most of the time the hand that raises the flag is the hand that has done the maximum harm and it is between them and their conscience.

These are pictures I shot on 15 August but could not post them as I felt I needed to showcase the Indi Blogger Meet I attended for the first time at Sea Hotel Princess Juhu.15 August 2010.


I shot and posted 329 pictures ..I added a few of the youngest blogger ever Marziya Shakir two and a half year old street photographer , and I added her pictures solely on the criteria she shoots like a Pro , she is a up and coming street photographer ,her arsenal Nikon D80.

Many a times I feel like a child in her presence and I think God has been overtly kind in handing her to us as the keeper of our Heritage.


We are second generation Mumbaikars and Marziya is a Pucca Mumbaikar ..our first of the third generation , as she has been bought up by the fisher women of Bandra , she is also known as Marziya Koli .
She has grown in their laps and she is not scared of jumbo prawns lobsters or any kind of fish dead or alive.

She might be the first person in my family to speak and understand the Koli language ..her favorite is Manjula Koli who has been very close to her since she could barely walk.

So what is a Blog?


A blog in my case is a picture that becomes a giant of a tree , as I am not bought up in the tradition of a writer I write a blog , blog is rant if it read as a rant , blog is hope a blog is the beginning of a new life a blog is writing about a grand child that belongs to me but also belongs to all of you.


I wrote a lot of shit when I began blogging all housed in my archives photographerno1.com I kept them alive , because it is part of the change a blog bought into my life the six or seven years I have been a blogger and you are a blogger on which website you blog I began with Buzznet the best , Blogspot brain child of Biz Stone now founder member of Twitter who works off a yacht in the high seas..he is amphibian rare specie called a micro blog.


After this I joined Word Pres till I discovered Flickr and my life changed I became a Pucca Idiot of blogger at Flickr ..

137,827 photos / 1,066,910 views should suffice in three years at Flickr.

So the Indi blogger meet was a good therapy for my soul meeting other bloggers off line and specially Renie Rnvin web architect and founder.

He just sent me a message I share with all of you,...and I have begun my fast as I write this..

Hey Firoze!

It was good to meet you - and thanks for ALL the pictures and the very nice blog post!

By the way - your granddaughter's an absolute angel. I can see why you've taken so many pictures of her. I have a nephew, and he's my fav photo subject. :-)


He added

Hey by the way - do you mind if I post some of your pics onto our facebook page?

Also - please add your pics to the IndiBlogger group on Flickr:

www.flickr.com/groups/indiblogger/

Thanks!


Keep blogging,

Renie Ravin


My reply to him written a few minutes back..

I give you a carte blance to use my pictures of the Indi Blogger meet that I shot in Mumbai..

I may have been a Indi Blogger member but you baptized me with your love and your devotion to a very good cause.

Unfortunately I am not into groups at Facbook or Flickr ..so I wont be able to add those pictures you can addd any you want..

I am bad with names but your team is the jewel in your crown.

I thank them sincerely.

I liked your HDR though personalty I run a mile from sunsets insects eyc preferring to shoot the dregs on the face of mother earth , who have defaced her completely.

If you talk to Gul Panag give her my regards I did not to want to go overboard trying to shoot but she is one hell of a model of the women of substance ..

I like that you are a zoologist ..I am a zoologist in a different way it is the animal in man part of my thesis..

have just got up form my fast..if you are from Chennai you might know the Denison family I am very close to Robert Denison of Bangalore Management Academy..

I a a diabetic sometimes I can barely see what I write or shoot but I manage ..

Take care Bro

Firoze Shakir

So in short a blog a rivulet of words that becomes a stream that ends into the ocean of you heart and I moderate my blogs so my bias should not infect the pristine purity of the ocean of your heart..

This blog has as yet not sold its pictures text or words.. even when things were rotten bad and gloomy I sold my Nikon ED 2.8 80 -200 Lens for R 15000 to go and shoot the Urus of Ajmer Sharif , the ambiance of peaceful Islamic Sufi Path of peace , the hijras the beggars and all.

I am a beggar too and the alms God gives me generously are not pictures but photo blogs.

So now you know what is a blog and a piece of news or a column of chaos in a newspaper..and now you know I shoot photo journalism as a blogger and not as a photo journo..,

I shoot the same thing over and over again too like them but yes I shoot it differently .. not as a photographer but as a poet.

Photography is poetry even if you are not a poet in some cases.

64 Independence Day and The Muslim Man

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he is a 100 %Indian
but they call him Muslim
appeased by all
political parties
as a lucrative vote bank
with empty promises
they seduce him
as a scape goat they use him
for crimes created by terror
as a suspect in the lock up
they abuse him
from an indian citizen
to a second class citizen
they reduce him..

And I write this when an innocent Muslim man is caught at the wrong place at the wrong time..I was once caught in a similar fashion for shooting the Gol Deval at Nul Bazar by an over enthusiastic cop who thought I was a terrorist and had to be let off from the VP Road Police Station when Mrs Punam Sinha wife of Mr Shatrughan Sinha put in a word for me..so imagine the fate of someone less convincing than me..

They Also Count At The End of the Day

These are guys hired to assist the Municipality of Bandra to clean the mess that is thrown on the roads and this is a garbage mound..

I was going to shoot him with his mask but he thought and he told me later he wanted his face to be seen in the picture..so people know that he is safeguarding their turf and though we may not know it some one or the other has been affected by malaria or typhoid.

This garbage mound and the Chinchpokli garbage mound are the wost in Bandra , but the one that is a subject for garbage porn award is the one next to the Bandra Bazar Mutton market it is a sheer disgrace.

I shoot garbage metaphorically and metaphysically for me garbage reads like garbage and is a rhythmic as poetry slamming the soul of Apathy.

I shoot dogs shitting on the streets and this reads like a creative poem too..

I stopped shooting fornicating dogs and goats completely I was getting far too many hits and the server was crashing at my old site..

And I have shot people shitting on the beaches, I have done it too myself it is the best cure specially it you are depressed and you should do it when it rains with the waves hitting every exposed part of your anatomy.. I did this at Murud Janjira it is very therapeutic..

I did it because I had the runs while shooting the bullock cart races during Gudi Padwa handing my camera to my guru and pulled my shalwar down and sat and shat my way out of shitty situation..

And there are those who shit openly scandalously on the soul of our country ..such is life the Games must go on it is our prestige and our glory at stake and Peepli Live has made farmer suicide into the greatest mockery in the name of satire.. yes off screen the farmer is far too scared to commit suicide .. he had one honorable way of making a hasty exit and big bucks at box office cut that option off too.

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