This was the last pandal I shot last night , it was totally jam packed and I was finding it tough to make my way to the puja stage on the dais , I was about o make an exit when I spotted my good friend Anamika Chowdhary a volunteer of the Pandal and a Facebook friend too, she got me the necessary permission and I shot it to my satisfaction..
This is the 75 year Durga puja of the Bengal Club the only traditional bastion of the Bengalis of Mumbai.
I shot the Kali Mandir of the Bengal Club too and the Pujari was quite pleased to know that I was a Muslim who shot this event and the Kali Temple year after year promoting Hope and Hindutva as a message of Peace and Humanity.
The only sad part was the Ram Lila at Shivaji Park that I shot soon after the Bengal Club Durga has been canceled so I shall miss ,my dear friend Ravan and I dont have the time or inclination to go a…
man was gods first and final mistake he made him half asleep half awake he made him original he turned out fake to give him company god created woman man burnt her at the stake called her a witch a bitch married to forsake man evil embodied in the guise of a snake a boa constrictor ripping her soul apart like a piece of cake after god created man woman he gave them both the gift of parentage took a much needed break
used abused as a fucking machine the angst helplessness you see hijra solicits or is forced into beggary penectomy of the organ that she used to pee horribly castrated testicular tragedy fucked silently the hijra a drop of tear on the soul of a more fucked humanity seeks you blessings on dasshera day in abject humility unleash him set the hijra free
She is Lakshmi the beggar hijra of Turner road and not to be confused with Laxmi the iconic hijra symbol of health and wealth..
I have known her for over 10 years and she respects me completely , and though she is a beggar hijra who begs at the signal of Bandra Turner road, she begs with dignity ,along with her gang of which she is the leader and Guru too.
She recently saved my number on her mobile phone , she wants me to come to her house in the slums and shoot her life of pain , and I politely refused I have no time or inclination I am going through painful times myself.
I shoot hijras but they shoot me down too with their struggle to be respected as humans but they are considered untouchables by Brahmanic counterfeit society we live in..
We house terrorists in comfy jails Pakistani terrorists that deserve to hang for destroying our peace and o…
life is a travesty of fate on the poor the demarginalized the untouchables it likes to make fun what was born human it likes to shun sometimes you die die the day you you give birth as karma pulls the trigger of the gun another hope comes stumbling down born a hijra neither a man nor woman neither a daughter nor a son always on the run pin feathered ill fated chicken 100 ton
from a womb of misery a bleeding mass of human life into the gutter gone the hijra was cursed by a homophobic god the day he was born a black rose self murdered by a thorn what you see is what i saw i captured it as street porn begging at a traffic signal at the mercy of a red light a fleeting car horn searching for light in a tunnel lending his ass in search of a new dawn a missing vagina a missing hymen a testicular tragedy androgynous outworn
because sarkozy does not like it as a symbol of a religious group the hijab for him is a floating insect in his soup on the soul of islam another coup trampling a garment of modesty his racist troupe live and let others live peacefully is a message of peace hope humanity in a loop without hate bias bigotry as humans let us regroup
he has been punished for far too long helping the poor the needy is where he belongs he is lyrical note of a lost child's song innocence that the man in white has wronged the man whom he trusted all along jesus weeps when he see hope gagged sodomized raped ravaged by the strong