Wednesday, November 24, 2010

People Are Scared Of Towers More Than Scams

Zindagi Ghate Ka Sauda Hai...

What You See Is Not What I Shoot

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i dont know
why i shoot what i shoot
the soul was willing
the vision bears fruit
barefeet bejeweled
subject and photographer
lyrical duet hardcore
reality seldom cute
after my death
a silent flute
wordless poetry
totally mute
a soliloquy
time wont dilute
or trample
with hobnailed boots
sartorial serendipity
accidental blogger
stitching trousers
shirts and suits
made to measure
designed as tribute
aligning body language
aesthetics to suit
customized no dispute
no branches only roots

Tailored Tragedy Within A Blog
time and tide could not uproot

Waiting In The Wings For A New Flight of Hope

Poets Fly On The Wings of Angels Too

The Magic of Life In Midflight

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heavy rains
in November
no respite
is mystical
play of light
by inner sight
third eye of shiva
always right
be it color
or black and white
the cycle of life
dawn and night
a feather touch
wrong or right
humility is what
adds to your height
or a fall dust you bite
who needs a pen
with a click
of ganeshas mouse
thoughts you write
the poets malady
his madness
his poetic plight
the magic of life
in mid flight
darkness at dawn
face saving

Magiceyed To Mumbai

Deepak Amembal
Thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. Khalil Gibran

Sukh Hi Sukh

Sukhi Hontu November 24 at 5:59am Report
Dear Marziya,

Happy Birthday Beautiful Girl!!! Enjoy your special day! Thank you for the gift of all your lovely images in your Grandfather's pictures! We are all very proud of the wonderful photographs you take, too! Don't be in a hurry to grow up. Be HAPPY, HEALTHY and SMILE.
Love from your friends, Shirley and Harry

Shooting The Cosmic Soul of The Streets in Mumbai

Now Mumbai Has Heavy Rains In November

Only Free Birds Can Live Without Art And Culture

Only Birds Seek Paradise On Earth..

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man seeks paradise and heaven
defecates on mother earth
a curse of his territorial birth
false grandeur and girth
for all that he is worth
sufferings sorrow
merriment and mirth

Poets Need To Fly Like Pigeons Sometimes

I Was Depressed I Came To Dadar Kabutarkhana Shot The Pigeons

105 images in half an hour of my soul in mid flight..

Marziya Shakir Comes Of Age

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as she turns 3
on the soul of my
flickr web page
a memory
because i had a
from her birth
24 November
till this stage
moments held
in a gilded cage
as she grew
so did i
my expectations
as a grand father
as a blogger
a street photographer
she did raise
i taught her
she taught me
inbuilt wisdom
worthy of praise
life is a bubble
caught in a maze
head bowed
as the soul prays
under the chair
is a home
where she stays
all alone
with her mind
she plays
embedded in the
soul of a camera
on the surface
a smiling
pouted face
to a trickle
of water
on the sands
of karbala
her ancestry trace
a shia child
ghame hussain '
the only phrase
as humanity
is what it says

I began shooting Marziya Shakir from the second day of her life a story that began as a single picture at Holy Family Hospital Bandra ..and it grew as she was my first grand child , having been an alcoholic for a large part of my children s life I hardly saw them grow so Marziya was a second chance God gave me and i was off the bottle of Djinn ..its been a long journey almost 12 years and a pledge to stay off booze was taking Marziyas pictures till she began taking my pictures on my camera the Nikon D 80 ..the rest is history.. I have placed most of her pictures her web presence on Facebook Twitter away from public view.

Now she is learning to video shoot on the Sony high definition video cam.

Marziya Shakir street photographer from Bandra.

But more than me it was her parents , her many uncles and aunts..her maternal grandparents who contributed to her growth .. including an American more crazier than me more talented more creative her No 1 Guru Dr Glenn Losack Furious Physician.. from Manhattan New York... and two American ladies I must honor Alice Feiring and Dr Robi Ludwig..both her guardian Angels..from New York too.

Bahut Kathin Hai Dagar Panghat Ki

Jane Kahan Gaye Woh Din

Rajesh of Prakash Camera Co Dadar

Karthik Mehta of JJ Mehta and Co

Tulsi Vivah

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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Tulsi Vivah is the ceremonial marriage of the Tulsi plant (holy basil) to the Hindu god Vishnu or his avatar Krishna. This ceremony can be performed any time between Prabodhini Ekadashi - the eleventh lunar day of the bright fortnight of the Hindu month Kartik to the full moon of the month (Kartik Poornima) but usually it is performed on the eleventh or the twelfth lunar day. The day varies from region to region.[1][2] The Tulsi wedding signifies the end of the monsoon and the beginning of the Hindu wedding season.[3][4]

Tulsi is venerated as a goddess in Hinduism and sometimes considered a wife of god Vishnu. She is often called as Vishnupriya, the beloved of Vishnu. The legend behind Tulsi Vivah and its rites are told in the scripture Padma Purana.[5]

According to Hindu mythology, the Tulsi plant was a woman named Vrinda (Brinda), a synonym of Tulsi. She was married to the demon-king Jalandhar. Due to her piety and devotion to Vishnu, her husband became invincible. Even god Shiva, the destroyer in the Hindu Trinity could not defeat Jalandhar. So Shiva requested Vishnu - the preserver in the Trinity - to find a solution. Vishnu disguised himself as Jalandhar and violated Vrinda. Her chastity destroyed, Jalandhar was killed by Shiva. Vrinda cursed Vishnu to become black in colour and he would be separated from his wife. Thus, he was transformed into the black Shaligram stone and in his Rama avatar, his wife Sita was kidnapped by a demon-king and thus separated from him. Vrinda then burnt herself on her husband's funeral pyre or immolated herself due to the shame. The gods or Vishnu transferred her soul to a plant, henceforth which was called as Tulsi. As per a blessing by Vishnu to marry Vrinda in her next birth, Vishnu in form of Shaligram - married Tulsi on Prabodhini Ekadashi. To commemorate this event, the ceremony of Tulsi Vivah is performed.[3][4][6]

Another minor legend narrates that Lakshmi - the chief consort of Vishnu - slew a demon on this day and remained on earth as the Tulsi plant.[1]

The marriage of Tulsi with Vishnu/Krishna resembles the traditional Hindu wedding.[3][4] This ceremony is conducted at homes and also at temples. A fast is observed on the Tulsi Vivah day till evening when the ceremony begins. A mandap (marriage booth) is built around the courtyard of the house where the Tulsi plant is planted. The Tulsi plant is usually planted in centre of the courtyard in a brick plaster called Tulsi vrindavana. It is believed that the soul of Vrinda resides in the plant at night and leaves in the morning.[1] The bride Tulsi is clothed with a sari and ornaments including earrings and necklaces. A human paper face with a bindi and nose-ring - may be attached to Tulsi. The groom is a brass image or picture of Vishnu or Krishna or sometimes Balarama or more frequently the Shaligram stone - the symbol of Vishnu. The image is clothed in a dhoti. Both Vishnu and Tulsi are bathed and decorated with flowers and garlands before the wedding. The couple is linked with a cotton thread (mala) in the ceremony.[4]

In Maharashtra, an important ritual in the ceremony is when the white cloth is held between the bride and the groom and the priest recites the Mangal Ashtaka mantras. These mantras formally complete the wedding. Rice mixed with vermilion is showered by the attendees on Tulsi and Vishnu at the end of the recitation of the mantras with the word "Savadhan" (literally "be careful" implying "You are united now". The white curtain is also removed. The attendees clap signifying approval to the wedding. Vishnu is offered sandalwood-paste, men's clothing and the sacred thread. The bride is offered saris, turmeric, vermilion and a wedding necklace called Mangal-sutra, worn by married women. Sweets and food cooked for an actual wedding are cooked for Tulsi Vivah too. This ceremony is mostly performed by women.[1][3] The prasad of sugar-cane, coconut chips, fruits and groundnut is distributed to devotees.[6]

The expenses of the wedding are usually borne by a daughter-less couple, who act as the parents of Tulsi in the ritual wedding. The giving away of the daughter Tulsi (kanyadaan) to Krishna is considered meritorious to the couple. The bridal offerings to Tulsi are given to a Brahmin priest or female ascetics after the ceremony.[4]

In two Rama temples in Saurashtra, the ceremony is more elaborate. An invitation card is sent to the groom's temple by the bride's temple. On Prabodhini Ekadashi, a barat bridal procession of Lalji - an image of Vishnu - sets off to the bride's temple. Lalji is placed in a palanquin and accompanied by singing and dancing devotees. The barat is welcomed on the outskirts of Tulsi's village and the ceremonial marriage is carried at the temple. At the bride's side, Tulsi is planted in an earthen pot for the ceremony. People desirous of children perform Kanyadaan from Tulsi's side acting as her parents. Bhajans are sung throughout the night and in the morning the barat of Lalji returns to their village with Tulsi.[6]
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Hyder Batla

Two Faces of A Woman

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one seen by all
the other covered
totally misunderstood
for wearing a hijab
the essence of her
muslim womanhood
the ravages of hate
she has withstood
a garment of modesty
a niqab or a hood
which the west considers
a garment of oppression
she thinks is good
which she will bequeath to her
own daughter as a gift
of her motherhood

East And West Never Meet On a One Way Street

Jesus Too Is a Migrant In Mumbai

Bawa Patli Gali Se Bach Nikle ..

Who Wants Shanghai When You Have Mumbai And Garam Garam Chai

The Hijab On The Crossroads Of Time

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a sartorial
the hijab
the powerhouse
of muslim womanhood
on the crossroads of time
blasphemed by the west
condemned as accessory to crime
a deathly knell that fails to chime
banned criminalized it rises
from the ashes every time

Street Photography Up Close

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fucked fate
of man
under the wheels
of a fucked van
shot by a blogger
while the drunk
driver dozed
one door
of doom opens
the other closed
poetic moments
of pathos deliriously
enclosed a lazy
moment in
deathly repose
only pedestrian
poets through
sodomize the
soul of prose
street photography
Dickensian dilemma
from the gutter
into the soul
of humanity flows

Sometimes Man Mocks Death By Pretending To Die

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beneath the karmic wheels
of a failed destiny
his body lies
between earth
hell and paradise
lustfully born
through a matrix
of hate
as man he
paid the price
bleeding sweat
tears and cries
hollow sockets
like the Sphinx eyes
man the soul of the devil
in godly disguise
every day
springs a
new surprise

Sometimes Even Death Mocks Man By Keeping Him Alive

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he lives precariously
hanging from
a precipice of hope
he will survive
more dead less alive
each time he drinks
even death gives hm
reprieve bleeding feet
he walks on the
razor sharp edge of a knife
first he lost his dreams
than he lost his wife

Worlds Youngest Street Videographer Marziya Shakir 3 Year old

Marziya Shakir Turns 3 Tomorrow .. 24 November 2010

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Marziyas birthday gift from one of my patrons is the Sony HDR CX 150 E ..

Marziya will shoot high definition videos taking lessons from her uncle Assad .

Marziya has already got the hang of it,..