Hussain Tekri is a street photographers paradise you have so many things happening here simultaneously, and if you shoot with discretion caution, you could shoot eternity of pain remorse morbidity.
You shoot hope , raw emotions inner struggle and an entire gamut of man and his strength and frailty at the same time.
So now you knbow why as a photographer as a poet I shoot pain , and cant shoot landscapes , bees humming sunflowers sunrise and sunset, I shoot inscetsts wild orchids that are the children of a lesser god, urchins the neglected the battered and the bruised.
And that is why I understand a pain of a photographer a white man an American Jew million miles away from me in Manhattan New York.
Street photography makes you read minds, you break through all cosmic barriers and read the poetry of life before it will register you shoot it as a picture.
I shot this from an opening in the partition that was placed around the pond.
Earlier I was warned not to take pictures of this pond, by the overseer of the pond, had I met the demands of the overseer given him Rs 200 I think I could have shot without any problem, but I was flat broke I had come here thanks to Ali Reza Shirazi and Hyder Bhai , they paid my expenses my ticket , I only paid for my journey back to Mumbai such was the dire straits I was in.
This was am accidental trip on my own I would have not made it at all, so I am grateful to my Shia friends, I hardly have friends , being a private person I stay to myself.
The lodging here during Chehlum time is at its highest peak, unless you sleep on the streets or in the fields nearby, the winter chill too can kill you, but here people come to live and not die.
There are many of you who add me at Flickr as contact in good faith I know you guys are good people, seeking warmth hope and humanity like me , , and you wonder why I block you instead, nothing personal it is a matter of principle your photostream , your choice of pictures your favorites are incompatible with my own choice..I do noot wish to stand out as a sore thumb among your contacts.
I have nothing against your sexual preference your taste your love for male genitalia, your fetish, your love for veiled women with voluptuous boobs , but I want to be no part of it..you being a bisexual gay hijra lesbian or trans gender or cross dresser does not bother me I am 56 years old and know what I want in life .. I shoot hijras the gay pride because I respect all people but your pictures your idiosyncrasies quirks are your personal prerogative I do not want to be pa…
deleted forever from flickr i came i saw i flew leaving behind unfulfilled memories in the heart of an american jew my best friend was not a muslim but peace loving shia loving hindu from a world of pain human suffering i finally withdrew a barefeet beggar with a camera as a beggar bowl my images i outgrew white washed but hardly new i gave the beggar the electrifying hijra his due my world a motley crew ashes to ashes dust to dust its true
Hindu followers of Imam Hussain is not about religion, he is proud Hindu, follows his faith his gods , deities but he believes in the holistic power of Hussain.
For him Hussain is the Mind Soul Body doctor he has come here to get his ward healed , and there are many here living on the roads , they have bought their demonically possessed children relatives , to get the loban smoke at the Holy Shrines of Hussain Tekri Jaora.
As a photographer I mind read their struggle , their problems , they have no issue with fate, they are not here for conversion , they have tried all doors now as a last resort they have come to Hussain Tekri Jaora.
This is India , spectacular ,simple without hate bigotry or suspicion, its a hospital and it is beyond caste color or religiosity.
You have to be an Indian to understand this gift of life and life here after.
I had kept this section of Hussain Tekri Jaora on hold, these are Hindu followers of Imam Hussain , waiting in a long line to get food from the Hyderabadi Irani langar at Vasi Lodge .
I could go on shooting them simply because of their rustic robust spirituality they believed in their Hindu gods but added Imam Hussain as one of their benefactors and savior.
And being the last day of Chehlum the langar continued all day, this was my second trip to Hussain Tekri after 7 years and Ali Reza Shirazi and Hyder bhai wanted me to come to the Chilla of Chabbuk Sharif about 3 km walk, I walked barefeet ...
The story goes an Englishman used to ill treat the workers at his farm in Hussain Tekri and from the Shrine of Hazrat Ali the whip flew and beat the Englishman , so the small Shrine in remembrance is called Chabbuk Sharif.
my bejeweled hand in most of my pictures shows that the picture was shot by me to those who dont know some love to go down trumpets blow although a poetic pause a seminal flow hijras are men god could not create on their own initiative tits they grow feminine emasculated almost a pro i visited them in peela house heena salma muskan skin as soft as snow a platonic blogger relationship intermittently erratic fast and slow a hijra guru who blesses me each time i touch her feet i kiss her toe laxmi narayan tripathi hijra goddess icon who salman khan wanted on the big boss show an opportunity for a greater cause of hijra emancipation she did forgo art is as important as culture fuck your dough no menstrual machinations no menstrual flow neither man nor woman ' an androgyne all aglow
dedicated to my gay guru ashok row a kavi quid pro quo:
the camera as a beggar bowl a blog and a tweet humidity and heat black clothes sartorial serendipity totally barefeet a silhouette of pain a living winding sheet beggars hijras vendors comb sellers on bandra streets butchers of jj colony chopping bulls meat diabetic ally devastated cant consume sweets a bleeding head his fate could not cheat shia hindu jai shri ram ' he greets hussain is humanity a journey complete