sari zindagi haji malang baba ki khidmat main bitayi hai insaniyat ki khidmat inke chhere par rang layi hai mazhab nahi banata humko hum mazhab banate hai khuda tofh hai har zagah phir bhi dil main tanhai hai hindustan ek aisa dharm muslim hindu sikh esai hai inki khidmat khuda ko behad pasand ayi hai chola badalne se dil nahi badalte andhere main inki khidmat se sare jahan main kiran jagmagayi hai inki charno ke dhool se hame apni kismet azmayi hai
I was crying while the qawwal played Haq Ali and was in a state of kaif .. whirling shia dervesh when someone placed a garland of flowers around my neck, , as I opened my eyes I saw Sardar Bawa crying too watching me I moved across placed the garland from my neck on to his neck .. yes this is mystical moments that live on forever..we were conjoined by our karmic faith..
The rich Hindus or even the less affluent ones bring goats to slaughter and the meat cooked as niyaz which is distributed among the poor pilgrims of Haji Malang Dargah.
The very poor ones bring desi poultry or wild birds for slaughter....the meat is neither cooked nor eaten...just thrown away , sometimes the blood becomes vermilion for the forehead,
The Dargah world is a very strange , so much is happening , it is unbelievable and I shot in moderation , not allowing to be carried away , even when I climbed the Malangad mountains barefeet I shot limited , I wanted to climb higher to the Hindu temples above but could not because of my diabetic condition..
Dargah world is real time moving cinema , I shot on impulse , I could shoot a scene and yet not know why I shot it, I cried most of the time while I did hardcore Kaif outside the courtyard of Haji Malang..my Kaif pictures are ones …
arrogant pride a cute boy in a ladies dress raveena rare hijda beauty voluptuous seductress no is never yes is yes with the male marauder she plays chess a hijra from najafgarh she rides the crest no more no less what she is what he is not you cant guess her deathly kiss her deathly caress cannibalistic she eats man this nubile hijra princess his soul she loves to oppress a nightingale in a nighdress a sexuality you cant suppress mixed with her flaws her worldly success the entirety of man she loves to possess with her musky smell her grace her finesse overpowering the poetry the angst the passion the pathos of this poets progress
emasculating the soul of humanity they will come bring peace hope harmony in their kingdom dancing to a greater spirituality to the beats of a hypnotic drum no politics no politicians no dictators a new mantra to hum kicking an evil system out no more fucked Swiss banks no more black income the poor will have houses food on the table good education for their children a thought a new order your mind cant fathom no hate no religiosity no hate forum hijras bold beautiful handsome the world under their thumb celestial skies stardom no place for bureaucratic scums no adasrsh scam no cwg scam fuck no more raja or 2 g spectrum hope humanity in tandem equality justice truth freedom land of the hijras where all are welcome
dedicated to laxmi narayan tripathi my hijra guru awesome
He is in a state called Hazri.. he is not himself anymore, his entire mind set his body soul is pervaded by the characteristics of a wild lion, he has walked on all fours to the Holy Shrine of Haji Malang.
He emotes as a lion, and is not aware of his human surroundings I was lucky to be there when he arrived with his father .
Mind you he is a Hindu boy Raju Kotwal from VileParle Mumbai.
a holistic chant that heals on everyone's tongue old feeble small and young on a precipice of hope their spirits hung haji malang baba a name far flung his glory his tune a song they sung every step at malangad to his soul they clung
kuch shree malang kehte hain malang baba toh haji malang ke alawa logon ke dilon main rehate hain do muthi lekar ate ho woh jholi bharkar dete hain nam se tum kuch bhi pukaro tumhari ankhon se woh behte hain ansu jo jath path nahi jante woh sab mushkil ko sehte hain hindu muslim sikh esai hindustan ko kehte hain
jab hijde ki zindagi ek pehlu toote hue kalam se pani pe likhta hai ansu ke tarazu main hijde ka badan jab raste pe bikta hai marte dam tak khade hokar waqt ko salam karta hai fatiah padne ke liye shayar ka intizar karta hai kyon ki marne ke bad bhi hijda ghungroo se pyar karta hai izhar karta hai