Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Greatness of PC Little of Lucknow Was In His Humility

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Image courtesy Tanvir Farooqui

One Day We All Have To Go..Into The Twilight Zone

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Image courtesy Tanvir Faroouqi


My Tribute to a Little Great Man

the only update
a silence unknown
reverberating vacuous
as death lets out a moan
the soul is beyond the mercy
of every pain and groan
stoic serene all alone
a poem of lifes drama
no flesh or bone
numberless relapse
a ring tone resounding
a painful recall
no mobile phone
muted eloquence
breaking all barriers
comfort zone
a little who now
becomes larger
than life on his own



Mr PC Little was my mentor , a Little Man and a Superman all combined in his tiny frame , I shot him each time I visited Lucknow but now I will have to search him among thousands of negatives so I have placed him on the pedestal of Tanvir Farooquis picture frame ..

I was crying a few minutes back on the phone while speaking to his son Bhupesh Chandra Little , we have been friends since a decade, since the time I took a camera in my hand , yes I was hitting 50 than.

Photography has nothing do with age passion has no aging process even a three year old child shoots pictures such is Gods gift when he shows his generosity on the soul of mankind.

PC Saab and I corresponded a lot before the internet era.. and I learnt through his writings , he molded my thoughts and made my journey easier as a poet as photographer and blogging added to the silence of my soul.




About Mr PC Little by his son Bhupesh Chandra Little

My father Late Prof. P.C.Little. He had taught for almost 35 years in College of Arts & Crafts Lucknow and had dedicated his life to teaching in general and producing good workers in Photography in particular. I was fortunate to be his student officially as well in my BFA (5 yers) and MFA (2 years) besides I owe my little knowledge to him. I am not in a position to provide anything in great detail as you know he was very deeply involved in doing practical experimentation in Digital Photography based on deep thoughts taken form literature besides in Research based writings about : (1) Art Theory, (2) History of Avadh, (3) Literature, (4) Creative Painting, (5) Photography.



Prof. P.C.Little DOB 15.10.1937
5 year Diploma in Fine Arts from Arts College Lucknow. 1957-58
Principal of Arts College then was Prof. Sudhir Khastgir.
P.C.Little was the Founder Director of Regional Art Center Lucknow.
First job in NBRI then in State Museum, joined Arts College as
Lecturer Commercial Art 1965 and retired from there As HOD Commercial
Arts in 1999. He was the President of "Horizon International
Photographic Society" founded in 1997 and was instrumental in
organization of International Circuits of Photography.
Receive Senior Fellowship of National Academy of Fine Arts New Delhi.
National Award by Min. of Science & Technology, New Delhi.
He was a recipient of several International Awards and Honors : Hon.
Fellow ICS, USA.Two State Academy Awards. Works acquired by National Gallery of Modern Art.
Several collections and exhibits in India & Abroad.

Bhupesh Chandra Little EFIAP, Hon. FICS, IIPC Platinum
Warden, ADSW & Head Photography
Faculty of Fine Arts, Lucknow University

Plot No. 32 A, Before LG Gowdown, Keshav Nagar, Sitapur Road,
Lucknow-226 020(U.P.), INDIA

The Hijra Pain Is Eternal

image courtesy Dr Huda

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why do i shoot hijras
a karmic curiosity
that makes it so
hijras follow me
wherever i go
east west north south
as the winds blow
hijras wizened skin
wrinkles pain littered
on their brows
hijras nubile sensual
top heavy but androgynous
as you all know
biologically enslaved
as men but female
all the more
a sphincter
like a hymen that
accidentally tore
from within
like a sore
the hijra beggar
the hijra dancer
the hhijra bawa
the hijra rafaee
the hijra whore
i shot them all
as the evening wore
their struggle
ther success
their failure
part of my
pictures core
a silence
a paina
whimper
a roar
a testicular
tragedy
sweeping
backdoor
hijra folklore
the hermaphrodite
the transgender
the transexual '
the cross dresser
the transvstite
the shemale
brimstone and gore
when death came
the hijra corpse
standing erect
gaped at you
from the hole
in the floor
a hijra heritage
a blog has in store
as thy clap
both hands
it sounds
like an encore
haji malang
ajmer sharif
park site
peela house
kamatipura
as i entered
their doors
a pebbled
thought
washed
on their
shores


when you
googe search
hijras hijdas
on my Flickr stream
you hit the source
a kinetic force
of hijra despair
hjra eternal pain
hijra remorse
as it showers
the more it pours

The Wild One ...

A Moment In Timelessness

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what is she thinking
will i ever know
from her little mind
a river flows
a moment
in timelessness
that i froze
transfixing
its as a poem
what was prose
a page of life
up close
silence
in serenity
in homely repose
away from
all worldly woes
thoughts
that come
thoughts that go
recklessly
reminiscing
to and fro

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.



from wikipedia

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)",[1] first published in 1956, is a popular song which was written by the Jay Livingston and Ray Evans songwriting team.

The song was introduced in Alfred Hitchcock's 1956 film The Man Who Knew Too Much,[2] with Doris Day and James Stewart in the lead roles. Day's recording of the song for Columbia Records (catalog number 40704) was a hit in both the United States— where it made it to number two on the Billboard charts[3]—and the United Kingdom. From 1968 to 1973, it was the theme song for the situation comedy The Doris Day Show, becoming her signature song.

It reached the Billboard magazine charts in July 1956. The song received the 1956 Academy Award for Best Original Song with the alternative title "Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera)".[2] It was the third Oscar in this category for Livingston and Evans, who previously won in 1948 and 1950.

here has been some confusion about the identity of the language in the song's title and lyrics. The words are Spanish, but the phrase is ungrammatical in Spanish. (In grammatical Spanish a roughly equivalent idea can be expressed as "lo que sea será."[4]) Composer Jay Livingston had seen the 1954 film The Barefoot Contessa, in which an Italian family has the motto "Che sarà sarà" carved in stone at their ancestral castle. He immediately wrote it down as a possible song title, and he and lyricist Ray Evans later respelled it in Spanish "because there are so many Spanish-speaking people in the world." [5][6] Early in their career, Evans and Livingston had worked together as musicians on cruise ships to the Caribbean and South America.

Although "Che sarà sarà" is also ungrammatical in modern standard Italian (where the idea could be rendered "Quel che sarà sarà"), it does appear in an English context over 400 years ago, in Christopher Marlowe's play Doctor Faustus (Act 1, Scene 1), whose text contains the line "Che sera, sera / What will be, shall be"). The Italian version of the saying (spelled "Che sara sara") also has served as the heraldic motto of the Dukes of Bedford (England) since at least as early as 1749.[7] It is not known whether Joseph L. Mankiewicz, the screenwriter and director of The Barefoot Contessa, was aware of this use of the slogan.

Livingston and Evans considered the phrase "Que será será" to be Spanish. They modeled it on an Italian saying. No other language was involved in their coining of the phrase.

17 Zuljanas at Kurla Juoos

Zuljana Replica of Imam Hussains Steed

Handlers Of Zuljana

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During the Juloos , Zuljana is an imprtant part of symbolism of Shia pain known as Ghame Hussain.

Some of the Zuljana handlers are known faces in Mumbai,and know the demands and the nature of the Horse chosen to become Zuljana.

The handler controls the Zuljana and mind you there are huge crowds involved , but as the Shia community revere Zuljana he s treated with maximum kindness respect they tie the mannats on the Alam placed on the saddle of Zuljana , sweet lemons are placed on the points of the Alam and given to the crowds as Tabaruk.

New born babies are touched to the Zuljana for good luck.

Zuljanas are fed by the crowds and he leads the juloos ...the replica of the Steed of Imam Hussain.. known for hos loyalty and fidelity to his Master.

Decoding The Mysticism of Zuljana

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These were the first few pictures I shot of Pappu Bhai Kurla Juloos on Sunday, they were in a different memory card so I did not upload them while posting the same.

Zuljana fascinates me , a hired horse that once decorated starts looking and behaving like Imam Hussains valiant steed.

Zuljana is known for the love for his Master and his loyalty to his Master.

Hence he is symbolized in Shia processions and here at Kurla there were 17 of them, this black one was hot tempered and uncontrollable most of the time , but he was the most imposing one, he is the one who kicked my bum fiercely , but call me thick skin nothing happened to me , and this was after I had cut my head with a dagger and was cleaned by the First Aid guys of JUST..Jaffri United Social Troop from Dongri.. great guys with the power of holistically healing your sword dagger and flagellating blade wounds .

I shot this Zuljana at the Roza of Imam Hussain at Kurla kissing the Taboot and paying respect , he was licking the alam, and it was this Zuljana that was paid floral tributes by the Hindu ladies of Kurla.

Shia women consider him a Hero and fed him milk jalebis that he eats ravenously.

I always wanted to collect all my Flickr Zuljana pictures shot all over India and house them in a single set but now the task is humanly impossible.I dont have the time and the strength to do the same.

I have shot Zuljanas in Lucknow , Mehmoodabad the most noble ones , no one rides on them and they are used as Zuljanas only, I shot Zuljana in Kolkatta Delhi, HussainTekri Chennai and Mumbai.

Kurla and Malvani in Malad have the most Zuljanas , Mamdi my Iranian friend decorates the Zuljanas and adds to their grandeur and spirituality .

In Kolkatta at Sealdah on Ashura day Hindu women place their new born babies at the feet of Zuljana, the milk they feed the Zuljana and what falls on the muddy floor they collect in vials and feed their babies with it.. this is the fervor of Zuljana .

There are a lot of stories in my head of Zuljana but this should suffice.

Dickhead@gmail.com has unhooked himself from facebook

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a pedestrian poet
a barefeet beggar
a bejeweled blogger '
decieved by his looks
on the internet for
a dickhead
they mistook
stole his hijra
pictures
by hook
or by crook
heena hijra
ritu muskan
khushi laxmi
kamini home
they took
so from facebook
his battered soul
has unhooked
too much broth
soils the cook
menstrual
machinations
androgynous
outlook
a spaceball
shuddered
supinely
shook
no right click
no downloads
on their smug
faces he threw
the book
passion '
pathos poetry
like a fish
off the hook
a slithering eel
choked
on a brook
a barmecides
feast they all
partook
Schacabac,
backlanes
of a bandra souk

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