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Graffiti Artist Loomit

Graffiti Artist Loomit, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,340 items / 1,381,417 views

if you have
an empty
wall to paint
just zoom it
call street
painter
graffiti
artist
loomit
he will change
the contour
the canvas
of life its
soul
he will exhume it
with a new poetic
thought
costume it
groom it
holistically
heal it
perfume it

Jesus Is Perplexed With Cross Demolition Situation in Mumbai

All Excited For The 100 Birthday of His Holiness Syedna Saab

Blogging The World Upside Down

mera number kab aayega

Photographers Are The Biggest Bullshitters Next Poets

For Poets From India On a Poetry Website

I Was Fucked The Day I Was Born...

Womens Eyes Are The Greatest Deceptive Tool

Rushing To School

My Beloved Mail Box Was Murdered By G Mail

Colors of Life And We Celebrate Holi Everyday

This Is Bandra Where Everyone is In Oxymoron Haste

Jesus My Only Living Best Friend

Street Photographers Paint With Light And Shade

If I Was Not A Street Photographer I Would Have Been A Cosmic Poet

Street Photography Is A Poem Evolving Through The Lens of a Camera

Street Photography Is Creating An Illusion Out of Reality

The Never Changing Life of The Marathi Manoos

The Never Changing Life of The Marathi Manoos, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,258 items / 1,380,859 views

under the tree
of progress
he sits
martyred hopes
doomed aspirations
bad luck on the loose
his vote has not
made a difference
to his life its true
he is where he was
since the time
from a child
to an adult
he grew
the same corner
the same thikana
the same venue
with his surroundings
he has no issue
governments come
governments go
so many promises
all broken after
the elections
only lord ganesha
to his rescue
for peace hope
humanity
lord brahma vishnu
standing in queue
at the temple
of hope and democracy
this devoted hindu

The Never Changing Life of The Marathi Manoos

Jesus The Silent Sacrificial Lamb of Bandra

Jesus The Silent Sacrificial Lamb of Bandra, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
176,258 items / 1,380,725 views

in the name
of progress
in the name
of widening
the roads
they made
the churches their
walls forgo and soon
came the hawkers
to occupy
the empty spaces
we all know now they
want crosses to go
with cudgels ready
blow after blow
in amchi mumbai
jesus
has become
an eyesore
i speak of jesus
because i studied
in a catholic school
what i am to them
i owe
they made
me a good
human being
a good muslim
a good mumbaikar
all the more
different religions
different paths
a single destination
a single door
a lyrical thought
a poetic score

Getting Rid Of Jesus Is Now On The Agenda From The Crossroads of Peace

Lent At Bandra Gaothan

Lent At Bandra Gaothan, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,258 items / 1,380,719 views

Gaothan is the name given to fishing village communities..I live in what was once Bandra gaothan...


From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Lent

Lent in the Christian tradition, is the period of the liturgical year from Ash Wednesday to Easter. The traditional purpose of Lent is the preparation of the believer — through prayer, repentance, almsgiving and self-denial — for the annual commemoration during Holy Week of the Death and Resurrection of Jesus, which recalls the events linked to the Passion of Christ and culminates in Easter, the celebration of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.

According to the Canonical gospels of Matthew, Mark and Luke, Jesus spent forty days fasting in the desert before the beginning of his public ministry, where he endured temptation by Satan.[1][2] Thus, Lent is described as being forty days long, though different denominations calculate the forty day…

The Friendly Koli Race of Mumbai

The Kolis of Mumbai.. Pride Our Heritage and Our City

The Kolis of Mumbai.. Pride Our Heritage and Our City, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,258 items / 1,380,681 views

Manjula is like a sister to me and Marziya has spent a lot of time with Manjula..and I dare not tell in those days to Marziyas mother why Marziya always smelt of fish..

And today Marziya 3 year old shoots the Kolis and the fish market at Bandra Bazar as passionately as I do.

Manjula Koli Worli Gaon

Manjula Koli Worli Gaon, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,258 items / 1,380,681 views

Last year I shot the Holi festival, burning of the Holi at Worli gaon with my dear friend Jean Paul from France..and a year has slipped away.

Manjula and her Koli family had invited us there, Manjula has her fish stall at Bandra Fish Market and is Marziyas favorite , because Marziya understands the koli language thanks to Manjula, Marziya has grown up in Manjuls lap, the fisherwomen at the Bandra Bazr call my grand daughter Marziya Koli.

But Marziya does not eat fish as her mother does not eat fish too..

Manjula had invited me for her daughters wedding but I just could not make it I was out of town.

I have a great respect for the Kolis having lived for a short while at Manjlapada Danda where we had our first independent home..

The riots of 93 changed all that I shall not talk about it on this blog ..of peace hope and humanity.


I dont know whether I will go to Worli again but yes I…

Lalbagh Chya Raja Calls Me Every Year Without Fail

Lalbagh Chya Raja Calls Me Every Year Without Fail, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,195 items / 1,380,527 views


barefeet
on the day
of his visarjan
from lalbaugh
to girgaum chowpatty
a path i trail
his hospitality
his humility
his blessings
i avail
his love for me as
a mumbaikar at all
time prevails
as a photographer
i shoot him in
poetic detail
to his lovers
his followers
fortune fame
peace prosperity
he unveils
holistically healing
our tortured souls
our travails giving
us hope full scale
with tears from
the shore
they watch him
as he set sails
purcha varshi
laokar ya
they shout
they cry
they wail

Taken For a Ride

24,260 Views on My Pictures Today At Flickr.com

Mumbai Sizzles at 41 degrees Celsius

We Have Switched To Tata Power As Mr Anil Ambani Hung up On Us

Jesus Suffers During Lent In Mumbai

Rising Prices Scams Corruption and Jesus

Chanawala

Chanawala, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Healing Hands

Healing Hands, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Jesus Bachao

Jesus Bachao, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Marziya Shakir Youngest Street Photographer In The World

The Headless Blogger Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old

The Headless Blogger Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Pictures are poem and each one reads and understands a poem differently...yes Marziya shoots poems as incomplete as the soul of a poet she shot.. bloggers are headless with due respect , blogs are not figments of the mind they are lyrical pieces of a mans soul his heart passion and poetry.

Shooting The Soul of a Grandfather Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old

Shooting The Soul of a Grandfather Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Marziya shoots me and she really shoots my inner pain , my turmoils and my turbulence revealing every nuance of my life in a single frame.

But mind you Marziya shoots me like a street...a street without beginning or end a street which is only a street and not a destination...she could have shot a beggar she almost did...street photography is an attitude it is a metaphor of timelessness going round and round in circles and ending up back from where we started.

And so along with Marziyai I Unlearn photography too...

Muslim Beggar Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old

Muslim Beggar Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,197 items / 1,380,420 views

Marziyas pictures are figments of Marziyas mind, what I saw does not matter it was what Marziya saw shot that completes the mystery of life and the drama of the poetry of life.

Marziyas pictures are vast stretches of the innocence of her mind..and Marziya sees her pictures on the computer screen and will proudly claim it as her picture ...Dada yeh hamne liya tha...Grandpa I took this one.


And I know if not today perhaps in some long distant tomorrow Marziya will understand this medium of picture taking more poetically than me...photography is an extension of poetry.

The gamut of street life shot in a singe frame...and the street is a vast ocean of ships sailing to stay afloat...with or without mast with or without bearings some rudderless some will sooner or later capsize...some will reach shore as survivors of a great tsunami of lifes waves... hitting the …

Allah Ke Nam Pe...

Only This Will Never End ...Muslim Beggar Woman

Only This Will Never End ...Muslim Beggar Woman, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,159 items / 1,379,966 views

So many madrasas so many ijtimas but not a single woman volunteer to find out why she is out on the streets begging .. all cant be Hindu beggars dressed in burkhas the general laid back racist of a thought among some holier than thou Muslims of Mumbai...

This is one aspect of Muslim degradation deprivation the Muslim loves not to see ignore but as a photographer and as a poet I shall capture the soul of humanity.. not just Muslim society but the government too is too blame..

The Affable Bhaiyya Fruit Man

The Affable Bhaiyya Fruit Man, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,156 items / 1,379,941 views

If Madam instead of building statues gardens and parks that are never going to the change the quality of their lives had created a Mumbai or even a Kalyan in Uttar Pradesh perhaps these Bhaiyya migrants would not need to come to Mumbai...

And as Indians they can move from one state to another state to change the quality of their lives ..as a Mumbaikar I dont think I could ever leave Mumbai and this is my personal opinion I think I would die if I was to live or become a citizen of another country...my country is my Paradise on Earth..

And I am happy about 70 years back my Dad decided to move to Mumbai from Lucknow instead of any other city...

Shooting The Girl Child In The Slums

Shooting The Girl Child In The Slums, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,154 items / 1,379,935 views


Education is the need of the hour for the slum child specially the girl child...

Shooting The Soul of The Children In The Slums

Shooting The Soul of The Children In The Slums, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,151 items / 1,379,872 views

The Bandra slum kids look normal ordinary usually but if you see them on feast days Like Ramzan or Bakra Eid they are gaudily dressed , the girls look like the mothers with a sackful of talcum powder on their face and smudged lipstick glittering lame gowns and a purse to collect eidi from relatives , the little boys in readymade suits and sherwanis depending on their dads income.

Wedding times are joyous moments with hijras dancing the daily squabbles are forgotten everyone has a great time..but the kids and the women love political rallies during election time and if Salman Khan is part of the cavalcade it is rip roaring moment, he is the favorite of the slum people , a popularity no Bollywood actor has in slum lands of Bandra West.

Shooting the slums is fine on the whole it is bitter and distressing when natural calamity strikes like the one at Garib …

Shooting The Soul of The Bandra Slums

Shooting The Soul of The Bandra Slums, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 176,150 items / 1,379,809 views

I had a lot of pictures in my camera I have just downloaded to my computer I was too lazy to get them on the Internet.

This Indraji Nagar Bandra close to my house , my short cut to my work space cutting through a narrow path and coming out near the transit camp , Bandra Jain Mandir finally towards Bandra Hill Road.

This is high up the ladder slums as compared to the slums in the Bandra Eat area, and maybe these cheek by cheek houses dark dim are not as gloomy as one finds in the east..Hindus Muslims live peacefully in harmony over here..

On my way to work I pass Iqbal Bhai Slumdog caterer who allows me to savor his fare , last evening I had Koliwada Rawas fish , he would have given me some more but the guy had counted the number of fish pieces and given it to Iqbal bhai for frying only..

Last week I ordered Mutton Khichda a kilo I paid him Rs 500.. so I have a good…