Most of my pictures are odds ends bits of fragmented broken glass pieces of life..I dont plan pictures I shoot from moving rickshas cabs I dont have wheels I walk barefeet shoot pictures as pathos poetry of life.
Because of a diabetic leg injury I have forced my feet in slippers my soul of course is wild restless like a speeding wave it lashes my consciousness that is awake when it is sleep..
I dont know how to dance but I do the kaif and the kaif or the Sufi trance without drugs afim , charas or ganja takes me beyond the spectrum of my imagination I do a whirring kaif with my camera and than lose consciousness banging my head on concrete but my camera more shrewder than me saves itself from further damage.
When I saw him moving on the road for me it was a dance serpentine and I shot it as such..and I was reminded of the old Hindi song..old songs were a stap…
Unke dil se raste pe kabadi ke hath pheka hua pyar hoon.. main ek befuzool lamha main jeet aur main har hoon tuta hua mukdha tuta hua sitar hoon nam se kuch bhi pukariye main to intezar hoon gardish ke sukhe pholoon ki tarah ujda hua chaman ek tooti hiu diwar hoon
meri tarah tum bhi society ke hijde ho neta tumhari bajata hai tum marwate ho aur kehte ho system ki jai ho thoda aur meri lo jitne chahe ghaso mujh ko jeene do tumhari gand par 5 sal ka rubber stamp jo laga ho bhukto tumhari ladaie dusre laden tum chhakon se kya ham ho hijde ki tarah taliyan marke zinda raho main to hijda hoon kya tum nahi hijde ho
I meet them on Watefield Road and they all know me, but they dont know my connection with the hijra community as they are low in the hierarchy, they work from one day to the next, no Haji Malang no Ajmer Sharif.
But they are hardcore believers followers Lord Balaji and their leader is Lakshmi, this is not the hijra icon .. she is a poor hijra soul and I have known Lakshmi for many years , she gave me her mobile number too I misplaced it.
She is the one who keeps inviting me to her shanty at Sion Daravi, I might one day take her up on that offer.
For Lakshmi I am a religious man a kind of Guru like her so she sees me in a different light different perspective.
When the fire took place at Nargis Dutt Nagar , a few years back I bought a lot of second hand good quality sarees from the flea market near Chor Bazar known as Kapda Bazar on Duncan Street for an…
we are two strangers caught on the soul of a revolution a new thought a new dawn a new resolution her dreams inked on flesh time evolution cosmic poet barefeet blogger capturing the soul of political pollution on the grave the common man lies a rich mans padma vibhushan
the ruling party the opposition party are like reliance energy tata power grapes gone sour grapes gone sour
the common man caught in maze in thunder and shower a new scam unfolds cvc cwg 2 g scam adarsh tower every second every hour grapes gone sour grapes gone sour
every kind of corrupted seedling plant tree bearing ill gotten loot in the PMs bower that he is not aware politics of sharing politics of compulsion a scourge on the soul of democracy hovers a new scam flowers a new scam flowers grapes gone sour grapes gone sour
Amber Tak Yahi Nad Gunjega, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. unaware of the arc lights the camera glare two dreamers on wings of fancy a moment bare synchronicity of sound collectively share spontaneity of screams of clapping hands moving chairs kailash kher sapna bhavnani both lost in a drop of an ocean unusual pair one who with vocal chords eternity dares a dimpled damsel mad o wot poetically cuts celebrity hair amber tak yahi nad gunjega melody rare god is the essence of beauty on wings of prayer a poetic thought entered my camera from nowhere
The second part of the Anna Hazare Victory celebration now moved to Gateway of India for the victory lap and candle march..the enthusiasm of the people was overwhelming, I had reached earlier but those that had fasted with Anna Hazare Saab at Azad Maidan were to arrive walking with candles in their hands , and it is quite a distance.