Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Blades of Wrath in a Bloggers Hand

Lakshman Rekha

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crooks in white clothes
who took the oath of
rob the nation
day in and day out
the soul of mother india
gagged shut mouth
totally bereaved
worn out
one scam after the scam
thanks to the judiciary
saving us no doubt
every law every rule
these sanctimonious
netas flout put in jails
mocking the system
with the help of
conniving defense
they get out
we are free
to rape the country
some more
they shout
the erstwhile PM
Hon President
wants scams
to end
but the power
of crooks
the collective clout
like a sore thumb
they stand out
a system even
god above
cannot wipe out

laughing at this poet
on the street corner
netajis styylish cut out
tears on the soul
of the common man
my poem timed out




Akbar Shah Mohomed Ali Aga Iran and Me

Mohomed Ali Aga Iran And Me Mira Road Juloos E Hyderi 2011

Every Land Is Karbala Every Day Is Ashura

My Signature Shot of Peace And Humanity


The Barefeet Blogger and Zuljana

My Signature Shot of Peace and Humanity

Motherhood The Source of Shiasm

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ya hussain
a sound that heals
as it falls
on the eardrum
on the soul
of humanity
our spiritual anthem
the source
of shiasm
a foundation
pillar the main
in her womb
amniotic waters
of Euphrates
we blossom
a land without
borders '
our kingdom
a land where all are
from hussain we get
to hussain we succumb
pain sorrow and wisdom
the heart beat of islam
the shia moslem
karbala ashura
in our bosom

Mira Road Juloos 2011

Mira Road Juloos 2011


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is his update
beyond a facebook
wall post
an indian
shia muslim
is his proud boast
from amchi mumbai
jai maharashtra
on the west coast
he is every other
communities friend
fine dost
hussain is humanity
his guidepost
the core essence
of his spiritual survival
mutual coexistence
tolerance for
other faith
love for
his country
his nation
his people
his cultural

Shooting The Mira Road Juloos 2011

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Thanks to Mohomed Ali Aga of Iran, I shot the Mira Road juloos that begins at Imambada Sakke Sakina after a majlis and ends at Hyderi Chowk with zanjir zani and kamazani .

There is a Ag Ka Matam but I did not shoot it..it gets far too late instead I took Mohomed Ali Aga home to meet my family and have dinner with me.

Mohomed Ali Aga was with me in Hussain Tekri too and we traveled from there to Mumbai together along with Ali Shah...to take part in the Mumbai Chehlum too.

Both of us thus participated in two Chehlums this year..

The Mystique of a Man Called Pallav Patankar

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dark glasses
a golfers cap
thank you sir
for saving my
multi colored ass
from getting stoned
by a gay activist
a cosmic thought
in seismic blur
hijra tits
a bejeweled hand
blessings that were
caught on the net
in a stir
thank you
friend of friends
my guardian angel
at humsafar
along with
ashok row kavi
my maha guru
phir kya darr

i wont be shooting
the next gay pride
because of her

There Are Some People On The Universe I Can Go On Shooting Forever

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Faredoon Dodo Bhujwala is one of them...the other one is my 3 year old grand daughter Marziya Shakir..worlds youngest street photographer who shoots on Nikon D80..

Faredoon Dodo Bhujwala A Friend Indeed

Cross Dressing The Soul of Man

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Cross-dressing is the wearing of clothing and other accoutrement commonly associated with a gender within a particular society that is seen as different than the one usually presented by the dresser.[1] Cross-dressing has been used for disguise, performance art and as a literary trope in modern times and throughout history.

Nearly every human society throughout history has distinguished between male and female gender by the style, color, or type of clothing they wear and has had a set of norms, views, guidelines, or even laws defining what type of clothing is appropriate for each gender. Cross-dressing runs significantly counter to those norms and, therefore, can be seen as a type of transgender behavior[citation needed]. It does not, however, necessarily indicate transgender identity; a person who cross-dresses does not always identify as being of the opposite gender.

The term cross-dressing denotes an action or a behavior without attributing or proposing causes for that behavior. Some people automatically connect cross-dressing behavior to transgender identity or sexual, fetishist, and homosexual behavior, but the term cross-dressing itself does not imply any motives.

There are many different kinds of cross-dressing and many different reasons why an individual might engage in cross-dressing behaviour.[2] Some people cross-dress as a matter of comfort or style. They may prefer clothing associated with the opposite sex. In this case, a person's cross-dressing may or may not be apparent to other people. Some people cross-dress to shock others or challenge social norms.

Both men and women may cross-dress to disguise their physical sex. Historically, some women have cross-dressed to take up male-dominated or male-exclusive professions, such as military service. Conversely, some men have cross-dressed to escape from mandatory military service[3] or as a disguise to assist in political or social protest, as men did in the Rebecca Riots.

Single-sex theatrical troupes often have some performers cross-dress to play roles written for members of the opposite sex. Cross-dressing, particularly the depiction of males wearing dresses, is often used for comic effect onstage and onscreen.
Drag queens are a form of cross-dressing as performance art

Drag is a special form of performance art based on cross-dressing. A drag queen is usually a male-bodied person who performs as an exaggeratedly feminine character, in heightened costuming sometimes consisting of a showy dress, high-heeled shoes, obvious makeup, and wig. A drag queen may imitate famous female film or pop-music stars. A faux queen is a female-bodied person employing the same techniques.

A drag king is a counterpart of the drag queen but usually for much different audiences. A female-bodied person (often lesbians) who adopt a masculine persona in performance or imitates a male film or pop-music star. Some female-bodied people undergoing gender reassignment therapy also self-identify as drag kings although this use of "drag king" would generally be considered inaccurate.

Transgender people who are undergoing or have undergone gender reassignment therapy are usually not regarded as cross-dressing. Namely, a transsexual who has completed gender reassignment surgery is certainly not considered cross-dressing, unless they were to wear clothes of the gender opposite of what they have transitioned to. Pre-operative transsexuals may be considered similarly.

A transvestic fetishist is a person (typically a heterosexual male) who cross-dresses as part of a sexual fetish.

The term underdressing is used by male cross-dressers to describe wearing female undergarments under their male clothes. The famous low-budget filmmaker Edward D. Wood, Jr. said he often wore women's underwear under his military uniform during World War II.

Some people who cross-dress may endeavour to project a complete impression of belonging to another gender, down to mannerisms, speech patterns, and emulation of sexual characteristics. This is referred to as passing or "trying to pass" depending how successful the person is. An observer who sees through the cross-dresser's attempt to pass is said to have read them. There are videos, books, and magazines on how a man may look more like a woman.[4]

Sometimes either person of a heterosexual couple will wear it to arouse the other. For example, the male would wear skirts or lingerie and/or the female will wear boxers or other male clothing. (See also forced feminization)

Others may choose to take a mixed approach, adopting some feminine traits and some masculine traits in their appearance. For instance, a man might wear both a dress and a beard. This is sometimes known as genderfuck.

Utilitarian purposes also bring about forms of crossdressing, such as support hose for men with bad circulation in their legs, or the wearing of bras for men with gynecomastia (male breasts).

Supporting a Human Cause Gay Pride 2011

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Mumbai is the heartbeat of Humanity , here a human cause attrracts everyone , be it a peace march after the 26 /11 episode or the Queer Azadi March Gay Pride 2011.

College students like her from every college of Mumbai were there adding support by their presence , and you dont need to be gay , hijra or transgender or bi or lesbian.. sexual orientation has nothing too do with it , and the mature crowds at the Gay Pride evoked such sublime feelings and this is Amchi Mumbai..in all its pristine glory under a colorful rainbow of Hope and Humanity.

Parents relatives little children accompanied by their guardians walked with pride and here I must mention the exemplary Mumbai Police giving respect to a just cause, this was the most peaceful walk, and even the crowds clapped their hands and joined in the march.

This is what I shot a rich tapestry of communal harmony, I met old friends and missed some old friends like James Feriera ,Jangoo Ediwn, Kumar Iyer..

I have never mentioned , but I also shot this parade for a very dear friend now dead and departed Allen Gill fashion stylist of Bollywood , he was a cabaret artiste in the early 60s, and was a fabulous friend I knew , this was shot for him , so the Gay Pride for me has many myriad unforgettable moments , memories , my own meanderings sitting at the Archives of Elphinstone College with gay friends their fears and their desperation to come out.

This was shot for them..so perhaps the gay activist who shot listed me for her personal ire will never know all this.. I shot this for the gays that cruised Oval and got beaten by ruffians , Naval cops and everyone that wanted to use their vulnerability as a punching bag.

I shot this for the few gays I sat with at Gokiul behind Taj and discussed art and literature.

I shot this Gay March barefeet to show that my feet are human they burn as my heart and soul burn to see hate taking over love beyond race caste color or gender.

The Hijras of Mumbai

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Most of the hijra community predominantly lives at Peela House and Kamathipura in South Bombay, and other pockets of Bombay Central Null Bazar.

I have been very close to the Peela House and the Kamathipura hijras as I have been documenting their lives struggle and showcasing them via images at Flickr and my Hijda Eunuch Blogs.

Why Hijras I dont know.

It all began at Haji Malang I met Hijra icon Laxmi Narayan Tripathi on my first visit to the Holy Shrine , and we were meeting after a gap of several years , she hugged me almost embarrassing the Bawas at Rafaee Chowk whose guest I was.

While we were talking about old times we were connected through Bollywood and were to act in a movie together, the project never saw the light of day, she suggested that I should chronicle the hijra angst and ethos.

And thus began my journey shooting Hijras at Haji Malang, year after year, Ajmer Sharif and the various Hijra conference and functions I was invited to by Heena Hijra or Ma Madhurima hijra Guru from Park Site Vikhroli.

Laxmi later met my wife my daughter my family, but one person she has yet not seen is my 3 year old grand daughter Marziya Shakir a full fledged street photographer who shoots hijras too..

Marziya knew the hijras of Lal Mitti as they visited my shop , when they needed money or help.

My hijra chronicles continue, the hijras and my own soul is perpendicularly aligned by karmic forces, I shoot a lot of hijras at Peela house and Kamatipura too during Durga and Ganesh Visarjan.

Than a few years back to make my inter action with hijras smooth accessible Laxmi initiated me as her disciple..at Haji Malang.

Strangely we never meet , but I shoot the Gay Pride for her and my gay friends and Maha Guru Ashok Row Kavi and Manvindra Singh Gohil the Queer Prince of Raj Pipla.

Thanks to Manvendra Singh Oprahs representatives called me for Manvendra Singhs pictures for their collection that I gave them willingly.

I have no other agenda in shooting Hijras I will never publish a Coffee Table book ,which I think humiliates the struggle of the Hijras .. who seek emancipation from society and homophobic structures of hate against their community.

Strangely I am much closer to the Hijra gharana of Najafgarh Delhi, I have been invited to their sammelans all expenses paid, but I never went, Heena Hijra wanted me to join her in a conference at Raipur but I could never make it.

I meet all of them at Haji Malang or Ajmer Sharif..

I could never make it to the Koovagam Eunuch festival it evades me till date.

I have also met the Mujra hijras of Foras road but could never make it to their functions..

I enjoy shooting the beggar hijras and the unique hijra network in Indian trains as and when I travel.

I have shot eunuch children , hijra devdasis and the Hijra Bawas of Ajmer.

I have shot the Hijra rafaees , hijra cheek piercing of Goddess Maryamma , and next year I shall pierce my cheek with an 18 feet road with a hijra devotee at Sion Koliwada.. to show my solidarity with Hope and Hindutva as a message of Peace and Humanity.

Holistic Healing In The Sewer Pond of Hussain Tekri Jaora

The Way Of All Flesh

Corruption Scams In India Will Never Go

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young future of our nation
piddles on the soul of politics
if i may say so though the erstwhile
prime minister the hon president
want corruption and scams to go
in the backyard of most netas it grows
like an orchard that ripens brings
hope prosperity we all know
garlands of black money
round necks all aglow
in politics only the media
the common man is foe
as the line of corruption
they wont toe on the soul
of the mahatma hey ram
another blow greater than god
greater than nature is the
holistic healing power of dough
babus all running to and fro
an adarsh society all the more
ill gotten gain commissions
consultancy charges
keeps accumulating coming
from the back door the rajas
the kalmadis the chavans
small fish the real culprit
moves about freely
you get the score
life is nothing but
bed of thorns
beneath the roses says
the politicians pet whore

Crawling On All Fours To Chabbuk Sharif..Hussain Tekri Jaora

My Hand At The Grassroot Level of Pain and Poetry