This was short yesterday from my cab I had to go to Mahim for urgent work on my way back i could not get a cab and walked in the hot sun from Mahim to Bandra ..I could not find Appu my friend beggar without hands or legs so I came via the Marriammen Temple Macchimar Colony Mahim..shooting street pictures ..
And my link button that cross blogs my post from Flickr to Blogspot is not working I will stop posting my stuff at Bloggers .. Google Sucks anyway...
This is my only set Simran Dancers Birthday Party on Flickr that needs to be urgently updated but I do it in bits and parts .
This was the first time in my life I shot the hijras transgender and the ladyboys of Mumbai the underbelly of the third sex so closely.
And I did not stay too long but I shot without scrounging , I shot the dark soul of the Androgyne.
And my fascination for the third sex has nothing to do with their sexual orientation , it is not for titillation , my document is the poetry of their life I shot as a poet in blank verse.
I dont think I shot Mona when she was changing almost semi nude transforming from man to women ..she tried to provoke me with the naughtiness of her androgynous mind and deviousness but I was not interested.
I shoot hijra oomph , tits and all to show you their quest to attain womanhood ..even motherhood a hijra breast feeding a child that I shot at Haji Malang..it was poetry and not porn or semi porn...
my hopes my dreams my aspirations on the side walk a speechless pain wont open its mouth or talk what is mine i am not yet ready to hawk fragmented genius shut doors and a lock romancing a stone was like making love to a rock the spirit was willing it was my flesh she mocked ignored permission revoked deleted doomed forever blocked pathos passion agony anguish of a facebook dog tears on the soul of a poetry blog
painted clown fucked madcap to a death chair of memories she left him strapped his deleted dreams he took a rap on the soul of his poetry her hands she clapped deviously demonically cunningly with cruelty pain overlapped sweet syrupy words a poet honeytrapped hitting him hard on his knee caps using his poems as recycled scarp a smelly cat comfortably sleeping in someone else s lap used abused a blogger was merely a stop gap deleted doomed buried in an unmarked grave in burlap a poetic pause as recap romancing a stone impending mishap one sided love a painful delirious disastrous death trap
Girl in the picture is hardcore fan on of Uncle Salman Khan and she is with Goddess Marriamen's prayer thali offering her prayers to the success of Ready.. and super success of Salman Khan.
For Dabbang I had carried 5 tickets first day first show Rs 5001 and ladoos given to me by Supermom of Sonakshi Sinha Mrs Punam Sinha .. to place at the feet of Lalbagh Chya raja I gave her offerings to treasurer of Lalbagh Chya Raja Mandal Raju Langewal.. and what happened next I need not tell you or take credit ..
But Mrs Punam Sinha Ke Tofhe Se Lalbagh Chya Raja Bahut Zyada Khush Hua..
I had also placed a chaddar on behalf of Mrs Punam Sinha for Sonakshi at the Holy Shrine of Khwajah Garib Nawaz last year...
So the Gods are happy with Mr Shatrughan Sinhas family and this blog is my birthday tribute to Sonakshi Sinha..a family that is my extended family..
I met Shilpa this afternoon as I passed the Marriamman Temple Macchimar Colony today on some work..I had gone to Canossaa Convent to a friends workshop and this was at about 1.00 pm I was to meet a client at my workplace between 3 pm and 3.30 pm so I had time to kill and besides today being Wednesday I thought of searching for my beggar friend Appu who has no hands or legs so I walked from here , I could not find Appu they said he had stopped coming to Mahim .
From Budh Bazar I cut across to Moro Road shooting street pictures and reached the Marriammen Temple..I met Laxmi her family and Shilpa too they were not aware that I had posted over 900 pictures at Flickr.com of their procession and event. these are simple people low profile and not publicity hungry at all.
Shilpa I talked at end as her marks on her cheeks of the rod had healed , she…
I would love to give you so much so more i told my home folk also a facebook poke but ashok this barefeet poet is always broke his voice strangulated by love before she left she made me choke luckily that one limb did not get a stroke from a nightmare i awoke seminal soliloquy body mind soaked blocked ignored permission revoked tell me ashok why the is love a riddle fuck a joke god made women to fuck menfolk white and some egg yolk the wrath of nemesis fate invoked you are lucky you dont drink or smoke a rapier edged sword your tongue your wit god save the asshole whoever provokes our own dear ashok on his birthday in the swimming pool filled with champagne doing breaststroke raw human totally uncloaked
has always been very good it was in most cases the madrsa the rogue mullah destroyed the soul of the child with sectarian hate as fast as he could suicide bombers terrorism was what he understood killing bombing destroying humanity his face covered in a hood because of him his dastardly deeds Islam misunderstood martyred motherhood
Sometimes segregation as important too I think.. and this bit of new being a Bandraite hit me real hard..the greatest crimes unreported are committed in children's home everybody knows it but fuck who cares..
Now you want to know her story the woman in blue shawl, she lives produces children at the feet of the Khada Parsi.. while she is being screwed every night by a drunk husband Khada Parsi who is as fucked by fate as they are, turns his face away... though he knows all her children by name they have beautiful names too.. Ma Ke Laude , Madar Chod, Kute Ki Aulad , Chinal Chodi ka, Badhwe , and I can go on .. but than Khada Prasi is used to it all unless if they transplanted him gracefully to Cusrow Baugh his agony would end , but I am sure he wont like it he is part of our changing pathos ethos and pigeon shit..
I am sure he would not want to go to Malcolm Baugh too far away, or Dadar Parsi Colony.. too upper lip .. he prefers the Signal the over bridge and he loves watching Lalbagh Chya Raja being felicatated by the Byculla cops the Byculla fi…