Sometimes I Also Shoot The Churning Of The Cogs In My Brain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Sometimes I Also Shoot The Churning Of The Cogs In My Brain
Sometimes I Also Shoot The Churning Of The Cogs In My Brain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
sirf mumbai main ise bhaiyya kaha jata hai
apki kismet ise kya degi yeh apni
kismet ka khata hai
jahan bangla deshi aur darindo ko
apnaya jata hai
lekin iski gand par lat markar
bhagaya jata hai
khub sataya jata hai kyonki
ise kadi dhoop
main murtiyan nahi banani thi isliye
yeh mumbai ata hai taxi ricksha hath gadi
chalata hai purana bhangar apka uthata hai
bhajiwalla pheriwala bhelwala icegolwala
paperwala parsi dairy ka doodhwala
yeh kehlata hai ..yeh nahi hai lafdewala
befuzool jhagadnewala ye pucca hindustani
sirf mumbai main azmaya jata hai
Bejeweled Blogs
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I shoot graveyards , cemeteries I would love to shoot Hindu crematoriums but it is out of bounds in enclosed space.
So I shoot the Bandra Police cemetery on Hill Road where cars cry out in pain and unending suffering and third degree treatment bang opposite the Asian Paint swanky showroom.
There are cars lying here now reduced to tin robbed of all important body parts , in one of the rickshas impounded by the cops a drunk has made his home he will soon be getting a ration card too , everything is possible in Mumbai ask Vikas Bhalla he will tell you how a stall guy got a ration card with the address details of Vikas's bungalow on Hill Road.
Well I digress the Bandra Police cemetery is a place you should visit once in a while and this is the only hallowed space where only the cars dead and rotting are human the soul of man gone dead.
Here the cars talk of national integration though they are disintegrating since they were bought here caught for being an accomplice in a criminal act, this is a filmy story actually but as I am a photo blogger I will try now to trespass on writer territory.
Here in the evening after maghrib you will see a a Muslim man with a skull cap reciting fatiah on the cars and hoping that the case comes up for hearing soon so they can have a proper burial withh Gusal and Namaze Janaza too.
And this is a satire if you read it as such or a reality of life, in another corner there is a stud from Veronica road weeping on a wheel that was once his treasured Enfield bike..its another story that dead drunk he had run over an old actresses pug by mistake ..
A little ahead there is a bare chested guy in a saffron dhoti chanting Ganesha mantras on a steering wheel this is what remain of his new Innovo he had in sheer madness driven the vehicle through the doors of his fat miserly father in laws house all he had asked his newly married wife was a Rolex watch for his bare wrist and they had a fight in the struggle she got accidentally burnt by the stove ..he has just come out on bail.
His wife is getting a new face at Masani hospital .
The most saddening sight is of a Bawa in a sadra who keeps coming here every night with a torch trying very hard to find his Bullet bike and he has not found it yet.
Just outside the Banndra Police Station is a Vespa and a Honda both are in bad shape they were both caught near Bandra Fort in the act of gang raping hijras blind folded... that they got fucked in the bargain is not part of this scenario.
So the misery the pain of this cemetery on Bandra Hill Road I shoot .. as I pass this cemetery twice a day once in the morning and once late at night.
And this post is dedicated to Suki Hontu who loaned me the tittle on part time basis..
I could have penned a poem but writing poem is tougher than writing text as prose..or firoze
The Second Hand Clothes Sellers Of Mumbai
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I shot this near a lane close to my house and these are Maharashtrian street merchants of hope.
Normally this profession has a lot of Gujrati migrants and near Chor Bazar on the Duncan oad part you will see hordes of them selling old sarees jeans trousers etc that got in exchange after giving steel utensils to the person from whom they bought the old garments.
Sometimes you get gems or branded stuff among the clothes they sell sparingly used, a lot of times stuff stolen by drug addicts from clothesline in front of the house windows.
The UP bhaiyyas mostly of the Muslim community are in the washing dyeing refurbishing of old garments at the lane behind Chimna Butcher street at Chor Bazar.
Once the clothes are ironed made new they are given to local lads to sell on the streets on Friday Bazar .
I bought some crazy stuff from these guys once upon a time specially Army surplus and rare breeches short coats , the breeches made in Italy I wear in winter as they are wool.
Scarves mufflers you name it they have it but I stopped collecting al this and have stopped gong to the Kamatpura and Chor Bazars since three years now.
Seeing this scene I was transported in time the street is an ocean of pictures dying to be shot.
Jesus
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for centuries
hands
outstretched
feet
kissing
the
points
of a nail
flesh
supported
on a wooden cross
a mothers sigh
a mothers wail
the silence
of a lamb
human and frail
the spirit of godliness
humility the essence
of a sacrificial tale
i am the life
and the resurrection
he set sail
call out his name
he wont fail
to give you freedom
from a karmic jail
Dar Lagta Hai Ke Sapne Toot Ne Jaye
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unki yadein sambhal
ke rakhta hoon
kahin wo rooth ne jaye
Mother And Child
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mother and child
beneath the lamp post
celebrating a feast
playing host '
from a distance
watched by
a father son
and the holy ghost
ave maria
hail mary
full of grace
they raise a toast
from the land
of Jerusalem
settled on a mount
in bandra
on the western coast
The Nepali Seller Of Salajeet
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he sells ek mukh rudraksh
lucky amulets and sala jeet
salajeet to raise your
languishing libido
add some extra
horse power and heat
he told me it
would make me
more virile
making me
last longer
on the bed
on the floor
in the lift
on the kitchen table
under the shower
on the dining table
when two parts meet
his salajeet from nepal
was called palang tod
with the best whores
i could compete
i casually told him
my girlfriend
was a transvestite
from lahore
fair tall
with buck teeth
memories
of her love bites
things she loved
to eat
said the nepali
salajeet seller
his salajeet
the worlds best
salajeet
was sweeter
more tastier
than buck wheat
he continued
my prowess
would be doubled
would not deplete
i could go on 'screwing
my transvestite '
even if she was
a CW Games
competing
athlete
his salajeet
was manna
from heaven
for my loaf bread
my sweet love meat
nepali salajeet
here he gestured
raising his hand '
once you enter
you just wont retreat
pushing it in
pushing it out
within the labial folds
of a wet sweaty
bed sheet
before he could
add more
on his salajeet
i paid him 1000
bucks in indian money
a story offbeat
if i was not satisfied
he would return my money
he signed on the receipt
in conclusion
i did try the nepali salajeet
it turned out
to be cow dung horse shit
monkey urine
crocodile semen
mixed with soda ash
turning my soul to rubber
instead of concrete
i lost my transvestite lady love
she married the nepali salajeet cheat
i was conned because of my false
bloated libidinous conceit
Shooting Beggars Is Shooting The Soul of Humanity Too
Shooting Beggars Is Shooting The Soul of Humanity Too, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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Those that dont know me or those that have not seen my Flickr blogs and when they do see this at Facebook or Blogspot might come to a hasty conclusion that I stalk beggars , I dont but they cross my path as I cross theirs unintentionally.
And I shoot Muslim beggars the tragedy of my race my structural religious ethnicity.
The world of Muslim Beggars and the Silhouette of the Hijab is a set on Fickr.
I show you the comfort of the Hijab its spiritual body language in the urban surroundings of my city.The message of its right to exist as a dress form or code is part of my poetic pictorial thought.
And I dont shove beggars up your throat I shoot other religious feasts and I shoot it in total truthfulness as I saw it ..as you would have seen it with your eyes and my camera.
I prefer shooting the streets more than anything and I love shooting life from moving rIckshas.
I shoot garbage both in human form and as human waste .. no pun intended .
This Kashmiri lady saw me leaving for work she accosted me and told me to help her I told her politely to go to the Shia Mosque at the Bazar and appeal to the trustee there.
In reply she asked me to accompany her to the Mosque I told her it was not possible. and I moved away I was already late for wok on my return from work I saw her begging on Hill Road I was in my rcksha.
And beggars is nothing new they are everywhere , the old disappear new come and take their place.
Muslim men it is alleged force their wives and children to beg , and here covering her up in a burkha lessens the problem of recognition too.
Earlier I walked through a slum where I did meet Muslim burkha clad women with kids I shot but since three months I stopped taking that route for good.
I dont sell my pictures , I dont give my pictures to stock agencies , as the stock agencies are still stuck with slides on their fucked consciousness.
And besides street photography is not a stock picture selling viability , sunsets cute kids garba is the soul of India that sells ,as my genre is human life street pain religion customs rituals hijras and trans gender I shoot this spectrum to the best of my ability.
I do it it in my time and at my expense without any editorial constrains.
And at times now no more I used to get heckled when my Shia pictures upset the Wahhabi and Tabbliki sense and sensibilities , but killing of Muslims by Muslims of blasting of Holy Shrines Dargahs Shia mosques did not upset them at all.. this is the flip side of the religion I was born into and so happily at the end of it II call myself an Indian Shia Muslim
So I shoot beggars when they come my way or I come their way...
The Kashmiri Beggar Woman In Mumbai
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away from the valley of hope
on the streets of mumbai
she begs unlike
those that
have no hands or legs
she and her kind
need to be rehabilitated
a painful fuse in a keg
searching for succor
a healing touch
human but treated
as lepers and dregs
The Bloggers Bare Feat
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It took me 10 days complete my Lal Bagh Chya Visarjan photos at Flickr.
I shot 1189 photos from 10 am till 1 am of The Lalbagh Chya Raja Visarajan which I stopped at Kumbharwada ,I thought I would catch up with the Raja at Girgaum Chowpatty but once I entered Kumbharwada lane and CP Tank Lane my tired legs failed me , I could continue no more.
I aborted my plans I took a train to Bandra from Charni Road.
Its been close to 10 days since the Visarjan and because of my diabetes my legs are taking time to heal, both my feet are swollen but I have to control my blood sugar as the iron stand and a table that fell on my legs has caused me the greatest pain and misery.
But all in all I would do it all over again such is my zeal for events such as these that bring us out as brothers and not merely Hindus or Muslims.
So now I am posting a few pictures I shot with my defective 20 mm lens that I never use but did it simply for kicks.
Marziya has shot a lot of street pictures with me I shall post in the next lot.
And Hon P Chidambaram Union Home Ministers statement in this mornings DNA says the Allahabad High Court verdict does not in any way justify the demolition of the Babri Mosque..
I think taking law in your hands is not an ideal solution ..so many people died unnecessarily , it easier said to forget and move ahead but those who lost their loved ones both communities wont forget the void created by the passing away of their loved ones in such a tragic manner.
It was a criminal act in spite of the eruption of spiritual an emotional zeal..
Only Time can heal the wounds.
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