A Human Dog Called Man

A Human Dog Called Man, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

I could have rushed across and shot him head long , but the floor was burning and he shamed my own scorching barefeet .

And do you really think a man cares for another man, bullshit, I have shot so many beggars and perhaps they would see him if he was stark naked ,only to give him a cloth to cover his shame and move away.

This is street humanity in a nutshell.

I am not a anthropologist but yes I am a mind reader.

There is another hitch, most of the beggars with sever deformities are brought to such sites in hordes paid wholesale to beg, what they make at the end of the day is kept by the powerful beggar mafia in collusion with the authorities.

And mind you there is no overheads no investment ..this is the chakra of convenience at the expense of failed humanity.

I am not critical like some of my white friendly photographers.. I cannot curse or call a ritual madness , I cannot say what I shoot is rotten or against my beliefs or religion..I dont ridicule the people I shoot , if my intention is to ridicule a religion custom or tradition I should not shoot it at all.


So this answers a part of my inner feelings towards shooting beggars.I shoot beggars to show you how lucky you are walking on Adonis like two legs..and neither do I insult or humiliate my country , I show you the diversity and the strength of survival of a beggar on the road of life.

Sometimes I feel angry with myself , wielding a camera in hand letting the silent cry of pain reach your ears too..and I dont sell my pictures ..or my text.


I show you undiluted pain pedestrian pain..from a bus window train window and from the window of my own restless soul.

I dont get scared when I shoot what I shoot for I know I shoot truth as it exists in front of my camera eye.

Yes I am a street blogger I blog a man who walks like a dog a vital cog.. as he slogs ..


And yes mind you somebody would see him if went across the tree lifted his leg and began to pee on a fucked system that sucks.. otherwise only the poet and the photographer in me sees him..

Man was born in a hurry , he s always in a hurry man has no time for another man..

Man came alone to this world defenseless and will leave this world alone..

The family friends relatives is nothing but a man made farce to hide the reality of a farcical fucked life of Man.,

Yes I am a beggar too and this beggar offered his soul in the fucked beggar bowl of the extension of my life called a camera..