Children Caught In a Stampede Along with the Mother, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I was trampled on thrown down in a stampede at several places this was one of them the children and mother wee saved in time and this is it the darshan is what they want and dont bother about the kids as they say the Lord provides. Perhaps they are right I am no judge..But I did tell several parents to hold on to their kids hands firmly ..
I shot this picture when this family was bought out safely by sensible members of the crowds .
I dont know whether any one of you will believe me but I am writing this with tears in my eyes my life has not been a path of roses but I have tried to be honest to myself and to others including my family hiding my inner pain and to lessen it I blog prodigiously.
I am not always on the net but yes my pictures are being uploaded at Flickr every second in a batch.I shoot alone and I have shot Lalbagh Chya Raja visarjan journey since 2007 .
Normally I ran helter skelter jumped here there to get pictures but I have aged my legs are in very bad shape I have a permanent injury on my right hand, both my shoulders have gone through the usual frozen tension of the muscles.
So this year I decided I would walk with Lalbagh Chya Raja with his people as a devotee like the rest and show my solidarity in such trying times where politics mandir masjid isue is try…
time comes to a stand still a sadness within his soul leaving his beloved people the city he loves every bit towards a path of peace hope and humanity all lit a god who removes obstacles when you fall or your soul gets hit lalbagh chya raja on a moving throne as he sits over a crest over a wave moved by faith a holy writ the muslims will felicitate him at do tanki with garlands with respect he knows it silently from afar he watches the barefeet muslim blogger who follows him limping but swift so in all ' humility this larger than life hindu god in sheer benevolence pictures as poems poems as pictures he wholeheartedly gifts so as a pucca mumbaikar i ask you all what hindu muslim rift if you dont have love in your heart as Indians you are moving adrift
no bridges would fall however high or tall ceilings would remain as ceilings walls would be walls everything in its place including his chair of thorns nothing evil would befall if only mr kalmadi maharashtras son of the soil had chosen lalbagh chya raja as the brand ambassador in the history of sports in golden letters his name would have been scrawled by bad luck bad karma bad press he would have not been mauled no kalmadi jokes no power puns no suicidal moments all in all all foreign delegates taking home a memento of lalbagh chya raja a nice phulkari shawl in spite of our potholes malaria dengue swine flu mafia wars lalbagh chya raja a master of the games best of all if only if only if only if only
the army would not have been called out at all even the Russian commercial workers on paid leave would have given a sigh of …
When the time comes for youth to lead from the slavery of sycophancy we will finally be freed hopefully no corruption no greed ...just good thoughts good deeds like you my heart too bleeds
too see the poison that prematurely kills the seeds penny wise pound foolish wisdom gives birth to dying weeds games on the soul of a nation the poor running the marathon with a beggar bowl in hand in full speed festered wounds maggots breed humanity has gone to the dogs our children brainwashed by dogmas of hate the words on the walls we misread on the hallowed grounds of the human heart a mandir masjid politically decreed dividing the soul of the nation a necklace of broken beads