Maybe the forefathers came here as migrants made Mumbai their home , they live in shanties serve as vote banks sometimes nurtured by slum lords many of them rich leaving in the nearby slums of Behrampada.. sadly fattened by a system of supply and demand.
Conspiracy..they say those who live in ivory towers, would these poor folks mostly tenants job workers , their children wives helping in the garments toy factories ekeing out a living light a torch to their homes.. would the landlord allow it..
And I am not God I am merely a poet turned photographer I let my pictures tell their story.
I am not into politics I belong to no party I am a Muslim an Indian Shia Muslim and I captured the sufferings of my collective Muslim ethos as a human being.. There are Hindus other communities at Garib Nagar but predominantly the Muslim poor..
This is a new series on Garib Nagar exactly one week after the fire robbed them of their lives bearings and sense of direction.
I recount in pictures their grim fate , but also their grit and determination fighting the odds, this is not just a Garib Nagar story but a story of me and you and all of us when we get hit and try to get up at all cost..
A fire can strike a 2000 sq feet flat in Andheri and of course it started because of a faulty television set and gutted the entire place luckily it did not make the rest of the people in the building homeless..and I leave it at that.
Here at Garib Nagar the cause of the fire is an unsolved mystery, who did it ? Why?..The erstwhile Crime branch and the Mumbai Police will have to unravel.
But high stakes are involved , was it a murky deal that failed was it enmity, as a poet I shot the pa…
besides their desperate condition their penury their pain they have nothing else to flaunt political survival the soul of humanity need not taunt cosmic sorrow broken dreams fragmented memories needlessly lash and haunt
I had first decided after shooting Garib Nagar a day after the fire I would not shoot it again , simply because I cant bear the pain and shooting disasters calamities is not my genre, I am a street photographer , but after I shot a few pictures last evening on my return from town from the over bridge at Bandra Station and posted it here at Flickr..I let the matter to rest.
However this evening the poet in me rebelled and I took a rickshah headed to Bandra East and shot this picture from the Behrampada end..and decided to move in and shoot the homeless in their makeshift t tents..I was dressed in black, exactly as I had shot it last week, I moved about from one tent to the next, meeting people talking to a few and it was very depressing to say the least, I met an acquaintance Rafiq Bhai he has lost everything too
The situation here is totally dark and grim , there is a…