Monday, August 30, 2010

The Ghost of a Transvestite That Follows Me Everywhere

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call it my misfortune
i asked god
for a woman to love
he gave me one
far too soon
from across the border
a transvestite
he gave me as a boon
through facebook
friend finder
au clare de la lune
soon began
a tryst with my
fate facebook chat
going down under
she climaxed
main hoon
main hoon
bodily gyrations
going out of tune
patter patter
raindrops
monsoon
our souls
in a swoon
on a silver
sand dune
when i
woke up
from my dream
i felt
like a buffoon
although
i have deleted
her from my fucked
consciousness
on my soul she is strewn
match fixing
my aborted love
from lahore to badayun
she follows
me everywhere
this transvestite typhoon


the transvestites tale never ends ..

Iftar Time a Time of Serious Inner Retrospection and Piety

Iftar Time at Bandra Hill Road

A Poet Breaks His Fast

Iftar Time Diamond Building Bandra Hill Road

Silhouette of the Hijab

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The silhouette of the hijab
through my camera lens
on the soul
of street photography
i froze
a garment
of modesty
up close
considered
a thorn
as well as
a rose
what
we are
what we
stand for
it shows
an emotion
of our womanhood
in black clothes

Minimalist Art

Inspired By Nitin Sharma!

gaur se deken
toh zindigai kuch
aisi hi ulat gayi
dhabbe dhote dhote
sari umar kat gayi
punya aur pap
main zindagi
simat gayi
thodi bahut
godwill thi
woh doston
main bat gayi

The Common Man Sachin Tichkule Goddess Gauri

Om Mani Padme Hoon

Hemant Sawant Ganesh Color Lab Lalbagh

Add Sprouts To Your Diet Live Long

Lal Bagh Cha Raja Jai Ho

Lal Bagh Cha Raja Jai Ho

Lal Bagh Cha Raja Jai Ho

My Best Friend Raju Langewal Of Lal Bagh Cha Raja

Raju Langewal and Lal Bagh Che Pore Hoshiyar

My Best Friend Raju Langewal Of Lal Bagh Cha Raja

Withour Raju Langewal Sunil Joshi Satish Khankar and several others karya kartas and volunteers I would have ever shot the Lal Bagh Cha Raja so extensively I owe it to them, they know I am fasting I walk barefeet from Lal Bagh till the next morning till Kumbharwada without rest I dont have a car I just walk shooting the Raja when he enters Muslim areas in humility touching all humanity .

Here the Muslim youth at Do Tanki help the Hindu brethren get the Rajas darshan , the Muslims felicitate the Raja and this moment I come to shoot I have given up standing on a drum and shooting Ganeshas at Girgaum Chowpatty I exclusively as a photo blogger shoot the Raja instead to add to my personal collection called Hope and Hindutva a Message of Peace.

Most of the people the crowds know me and wait for me to break my fast at Byculla offering me tea fruits and I am crying as I write this one Hindu gentleman was so emotional that he touched my feet and said I will undertake a Ramzan fast because if you respect my religion why should I not respect your religion.. So this is the true ethos of Amchi Mumbai a city without Hate on auspicious moments like this.

Yes I am a Hindu as much as you are a Muslim but the fact remains we are hardcore Indians nothing can change the color of our cultural identity..do I really need to see my pictures in newspapers .. I am happy bogging and sharing with all of you the spirit of my the country of my birth and my heritage.

When I walk with the Raja I am neither Muslim nor Hindu I am an Indian a photo bogger of Peace and Humanity.

Raju Langewal the treasurer of the Lal Bagh Cha Raja is my first friend from the pandal.and this time when i reached Lalbagh to pay my respect he was overjoyed and was thinking about me.

We hardly talk or connect the rest of the year ..only the Ganesha festival brings us close.

And Raju Bhai knows that the Raja loves me as much as he loves them all..and I must add here the Lal Bagh Cha Raja may like photographers but he love this photo blogger the most.

And this was shot by RajuBhais brother .

This is My 140,000 Photo Blog at Flickr Dedicated to All Of You

Thank You

The Panwalas of Lalbagh

Now you know why I consider Lalbagh Cha Raja Gully the haven of street photography I shot shops peoples moments lived relived and I have begun my 19 fast of Ramzan all night Shia folks do Amal and the Martyrdom of Hazrat Ali is a sad for all of us.

And if somebody could murder the First Shia Imam and the Fourth Sunni Caliph in a mosque and get away with it thereby creating a precedence and a license to kill with impunity in Gods house and make home in heaven among 72 nubile virgins what would you term modern Jehad killings massacres suicide bombings and these are thought I have as I add my angst on the soul of a panwala a common man eking out a living at Lalbagh ..


I consider myself lucky having been born a Muslim in India where my cultural identity the pluralism of my surroundings having lived with Hindus and Christians Parsis Buddhists all my life made me what I am a human loving person.

So it hurts me to see the hate one Muslim has for another highly condemnable I have a few videos on Shiasm me cutting my head on Ashura and Chehlum and the bilious comments the Wahabbi adherents the Salafis and the Ahle Hadees lovers of insular Islam write on it makes me puke all over my shirt front.

Your hate your bigotry cannot change my upbringing my religious views or my Shia tradition and the hypocrisy on social networking sites everybody enjoys my pictures and the moment I post 21 Ramzan blood and gore matams scourging on my site at Flickr Facebook I will be castigated and thrashed cyberbullied ,

This is the flip side of being a barefeet Shia blogger of Mumbai.

A blogger needs pictures to blog his angst and here I do it on a picture of a pan the most integral part of my ancestry as a Lucknow born , Pan was part of Adab and Tehzeeb , the wife bought the pandan as her dowry I still have the metal one bought by my wife when she accidentally married me by a quirk of fate called the Istikhara.

My dad my my grand parents ate the pan , chewed it with relish and with etiquette unlike the quintessential pan chewing Maharashtrian counter part who spat on walls we had the Ugaldan and spat in this .

I never liked pan at all..it is considered an auspicious item at weddings and other poetic dos or mushairas.


My mom used to drag me as a little kid to buy pan in the wholesale market at Null Bazar and these are nostalgic moments I never forgot and those days my mother was a very vibrant force and now dead and gone I still consider her a vibrant force she was the force that makes me write what I write she taught us the greatest lesson she taught us Tolerance and those days our Bai whom we called Aiee was a an old Maharashtrian lady our maids were mostly Catholics from Goa and Mangalore .

We did have a Muslim cook who worked for Nawab Kashmiris family with us for a short while , we were their tenants and after they left Wodehoue Road Khatau Bhuvan he worked for us..like a family member.

And when Samiya was my daughter was born we kept a Marathi bai who is our next door neighbor now staying in a slum rehabilitation building.She still visits us at all major Hindu festivals..and our own too.

Only Marziya has had no servants she has been bought up by the Family., two and a half year old street photographer painter and creative artist waiting in the wings on the wings of time.

An a few pictures after this I will complete 140000 photo blogs at Flickr dedicated to all of you without you I would have not reached this far.

And Dr Glenn Losack MD my mentor because of whom you see all my pictures he paid for my Pro membership for two years.

The Panwalas of Lalbagh

Now you know why I consider Lalbagh Cha Raja Gully the haven of street photography I shot shops peoples moments lived relived and I have begun my 19 fast of Ramzan all night Shia folks do Amal and the Martyrdom of Hazrat Ali is a sad for all of us.

And if somebody could murder the First Shia Imam and the Fourth Sunni Caliph in a mosque and get away with it thereby creating a precedence and a license to kill with impunity in Gods house and make home in heaven among 72 nubile virgins what would you term modern Jehad killings massacres suicide bombings and these are thought I have as I add my angst on the soul of a panwala a common man eking out a living at Lalbagh ..


I consider myself lucky having been born a Muslim in India where my cultural identity the pluralism of my surroundings having lived with Hindus and Christians Parsis Buddhists all my life made me what I am a human loving person.

So it hurts me to see the hate one Muslim has for another highly condemnable I have a few videos on Shiasm me cutting my head on Ashura and Chehlum and the bilious comments the Wahabbi adherents the Salafis and the Ahle Hadees lovers of insular Islam write on it makes me puke all over my shirt front.

Your hate your bigotry cannot change my upbringing my religious views or my Shia tradition and the hypocrisy on social networking sites everybody enjoys my pictures and the moment I post 21 Ramzan blood and gore matams scourging on my site at Flickr Facebook I will be castigated and thrashed cyberbullied ,

This is the flip side of being a barefeet Shia blogger of Mumbai.

A blogger needs pictures to blog his angst and here I do it on a picture of a pan the most integral part of my ancestry as a Lucknow born , Pan was part of Adab and Tehzeeb , the wife bought the pandan as her dowry I still have the metal one bought by my wife when she accidentally married me by a quirk of fate called the Istikhara.

My dad my my grand parents ate the pan , chewed it with relish and with etiquette unlike the quintessential pan chewing Maharashtrian counter part who spat on walls we had the Ugaldan and spat in this .

I never liked pan at all..it is considered an auspicious item at weddings and other poetic dos or mushairas.


My mom used to drag me as a little kid to buy pan in the wholesale market at Null Bazar and these are nostalgic moments I never forgot and those days my mother was a very vibrant force and now dead and gone I still consider her a vibrant force she was the force that makes me write what I write she taught us the greatest lesson she taught us Tolerance and those days our Bai whom we called Aiee was a an old Maharashtrian lady our maids were mostly Catholics from Goa and Mangalore .

We did have a Muslim cook who worked for Nawab Kashmiris family with us for a short while , we were their tenants and after they left Wodehoue Road Khatau Bhuvan he worked for us..like a family member.

And when Samiya was my daughter was born we kept a Marathi bai who is our next door neighbor now staying in a slum rehabilitation building.She still visits us at all major Hindu festivals..and our own too.

Only Marziya has had no servants she has been bought up by the Family., two and a half year old street photographer painter and creative artist waiting in the wings on the wings of time.

An a few pictures after this I will complete 140000 photo blogs at Flickr dedicated to all of you without you I would have not reached this far.

And Dr Glenn Losack MD my mentor because of whom you see all my pictures he paid for my Pro membership for two years.

Goddess Gauri at Lalbagh

Photography is Shooting a Picture Through the Soul of Poetry

Photography is Shooting a Picture Through the Soul of Poetry

Spiritual Beauty Lies In the Eyes of The Soul of the Beholder

Street Photography is a Teardrop

on the soul of Humanity as it solidifies and becomes a poetic moment in Eternity

The Lalbagh Cha Raja Hanuman Mandir

India Where Temples Grow On Trees

Shab E Zarbat

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The commander of faithful, the father of eloquence, the caretaker of the orphans, the shelter of the needy and the perfect of all humans after Holy Prophet Muhammad (saw). Born in the House of Allah, Holy Kaaba, and martryed in the House of Allah, Masjid-e-Kufa. He died on the 21st day of Ramadan 40 A.H. and buried in Najaf al-Ashraf (Iraq).

On the eve of the martyrdom of Imam Ali (as) we take this opportunity to extend our heartiest condolences to Imam of the time, Imam Mahdi (as) and the Muslim world. Oh Allah (SWT) help us live the life of Imam Ali (as)!

Imam Ali ibn Abi Talib (as) had prophesied his departure from this world several days before hand, and on the day of his martyrdom he mysteriously desired his sons Imam Hasan and Imam Hussain (as) to offer their morning prayers in the house and not to accompany him as they usually did to the mosque of Kufa. When Imam Ali (as) was leaving his abode, the household birds began making a great noise and when one of Imam Ali's servants attempted to quieted them, Imam Ali (as) said, "Leave them alone, for their cries are only lamentations foreboding my death."

On the 19th of the month of Holy Ramadan (Mah e Ramzan) of the year 40 A.H, Imam Ali (pbuh) came to the mosque in Kufa for his morning prayers. Imam Ali (pbuh) gave the call for prayer (Azaan) and became engaged in leading the congregation. Abd-al-Rahman ibn Muljam pretending to pray, stood just behind Imam Ali (pbuh), and when Imam Ali (pbuh) was in a state of prostration, Abd-al-Rahman ibn Muljam dealt a heavy stroke with his sword, inflicting a deep wound on Imam Ali's (pbuh) head.

This was the time when Imam Ali (as) uttered his famous words : "Fuzto warab-il-Kaaba" - "By the Rab of Kaaba, I am successful".

Holy Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) had prophesied the assassination of Imam Ali (pbuh) and his issues. Regarding Imam Ali (pbuh) Holy Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) had said, "O Ali! I see before my eyes thy beard dyed with the blood of thy forehead."

They assassinated Imam Ali (pbuh) at his finest time - the hour of standing before Allah, the Exalted, during a prayer of submission, in the best of days, while fasting during the month of Ramadan (Mah e Ramzan); during the most glorious Islamic duties, while preparing to wage jihad, and in the highest and most pure divine places, the Mosque of Kufa.

May joy be to Amir al-Muminin Imam Ali bin Abi Talib (pbuh) and a blessed afterlife!

The crime of assassinating Imam Ali (pbuh) remains one of the most cruel, brutal and hideous, because it was not committed against one man, but against the whole rational Islamic leadership. By assassinating Imam Ali (pbuh), they actually aimed at assassinating the message, the history, the culture and the nation of Muslims embodied in the person of Imam Ali bin Abi Talib (pbuh). In doing so, the Islamic nation lost its guide of progress, and at the most wondrous opportunity in its life after the Holy Prophet (pbuh).

Imam Ali (pbuh) suffered from his wound for three days, and He (pbuh) passed away on 21st of the month of Ramadan (Mah e Ramzan) at an age of 63 years.

During these three days, he (pbuh) entrusted his son, Imam Hasan (pbuh) with the Imamate of guiding the nation ideologically and socially. During those three days, as during all his life, he never ceased remembering Allah, praising Him, and accepting Him and His ordinance.

Likewise, he continued giving pieces of advice and directions leading to good, pointing to the right, defining the way to guidance, explaining the course for deliverance, calling for the observance of Allah's ordinances, and warning against following one's ill desires and set-backs from not carrying out the divine message.

The following is one piece of advice offered to his sons, Imam Hasan (pbuh) and Imam Hussain (pbuh), as well as to his people, the nation and coming generations:

"I advise you to fear Allah, and not to run after (the pleasure of) the world, even if it may run after you. Do not be sorry for anything from it which you have been denied. Say the truth and act for (Allah's) reward. Be an enemy of the oppressor, and be a helper of the oppressed."

"I advise you, my children, my household and all those who may receive my message, to fear Allah, to arrange your affairs well, to maintain good relations among yourselves, for I have heard your grandfather (pbuh) saying: 'Good relations are better than prayer and fasting in general.'"

"(Fear) Allah when handling matters of orphans. Do not let them starve, nor allow them to be lost as long as you are there."

"(Fear) Allah in respect to your neighbors, for they were the trust of your Prophet (pbuh). He went on asking us to take care of them, so much that we thought he would make them heirs (of our heritage)."

"(Fear) Allah in respect to the Holy Quran, (take care that) no one may excel you in following its tenets."

Fuzto warab-il-Kaaba - By the Rab of Kaaba, I am successful"(Fear) Allah in respect to prayer, as it is the pillar of your religion."

"(Fear) Allah in respect to your Lord's House (Kaaba), do not forsake it so long as you live, because if you do you will not be looked upon with respect."

"(Fear) Allah in respect to Jihad, fight with your wealth, your lives and your tongues, in the way of Allah."

"Have mutual liaison and give-and-take. Beware of turning your faces from, and of renouncing, one another. Do not abandon bidding good and forbidding evil, lest vicious people may overrule you, and then in such a case, your invocations will not be responded to (by Allah)."

Then he said: "O, Banu Abdul Muttalib, certainly I do not want you to wade through the blood of the Muslims, crying: Amir al-Muminin was murdered. You certainly kill for me no one but my killer."

"Wait till I die by this stroke of him (Abd-al-Rahman ibn Muljam), then strike a single stroke against him, and do not disfigure his body, for I had heard the Holy Prophet (pbuh) saying: 'Avoid mayhem even with a rabid dog.'"

Such was the heroic end of this great man! The loss to the Mission and the nation was the gravest after the loss of the Holy Prophet (pbuh).

By the death of Imam Ali (pbuh) the nation lost:

A heroism that had become the song of the time;

A courageous history that has never dreamt of its like;

A wisdom no one can fathom, save Allah;

A purity, the like of which was only in the prophets;

An abstinence from the pleasures of life that could be attained only by the nearest to Allah;

An eloquence such as to be the echo of Book; and

A jurisprudence, and a thorough knowledge of the laws of religion, that made him the 'gateway of the city' of the Prophet's knowledge, and the authority to whom the Islamic nation referred in all its affairs.

Peace be upon Amir al-Muminin the day he was born, the day he was martyred on his altar, and the day he shall be raised alive.

Praise be to Allah, Lord of the worlds.

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The Madwoman of Churchgate

cursing her
horrible fate
in a miserable
state from
days of gloom
to days of doom
it has been
a long wait
searching
for hope
at the end
of the tunnel
finding
the wrong gate

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