I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal, I died as animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar With angels blest; but even from angelhood I must pass on: all except God doth perish. When I have sacrificed my angel-soul, I shall become what no mind e'er conceived. Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
I want to write an erotic poem to her which she has to read with her eyes closed while I lick her feet dry when she comes out of the shower..her dusky soul her musky body..and a teary towel that clings to her flesh in the last throes of death..
i want to kiss her eyelashes when she sleeps the soft pillowy touch of of her silken flesh as my soul intertwines with her soul asleep enter the recesses of her mind dark and deep dance and leap..on the mound of a venus i have a promise to keep..
I shot this temple on my way to work on Ram Navami day, this is a very famous old temple and is always crowded but has a homely atmosphere , for the locals who worship here it is the most gratifying place it does not have commercial crass , its a very clean well maintained temple in Bandra.
I shall now place this lot on the uploader as a batch and go to sleep.
These are two Yugoslavian backpackers travelers I met on Bandra Hill Road they had cycled from Chennai to Mumbai and both were in real bad rotten shape.
This was their first trip to India and my city , they were tired could not find a friendly Internet cafe so I bought them home , they trusted me I had shown them my Press Card and once they reached my house I showed them my credibility as a blogger with my Flickr photo stream on my computer.
They are Damir and Zlatko both musicians , my wife met them too they had hot piping tea , and Marziya met them shot their pictures ..
The had home made hand made ladoos..
They were hunting for a place to crash so they tried to connect with their Facebook friends.
I called up my Brazilian friend Carlyta to help them play some music and earn some bread they are taking a ship from here to Iran and cycle back to Yugosla…
Chinchpokli Bandra Boyz Ram Navami, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Most of these boys were tiny kids perhaps toddlers too and some were not born when we came to stay here at Bandra at De Monte Street , we stayed for several years and even after moving out from this area I pass it on my way to work or to my house .
The Chinchpokli Boyz are good devout kids, and the Hindu kids life revolves around Sai Baba of Shirdi whose temple hangs against the backdrop of the A and B hotel wall opposite Gonsalves Wadi as this area is called.
I shoot most of the kids and the garbage open dump that is an insult to civic sense.
I shoot the lady with the stick, the Desi Baidewale Desi Murgiwale Chacha and this is a peaceful area Muslims Hindus Dalits Christians all living in Peace..
My barber is here who charges me Rs 15 to trim my hair.
A lot of fond memories of my own children s growing are connected to this access road of my old house at Kamla Bai Sadan.
I shot these pictures yesterday on Ram Navami day that was celebrated all over Bandra with great love and I shot a few places I had already shot Shree Daya Sagar Hanuman Mandir Bandra I shot Satghare Ram Mandir at Bazar Road and one ahead of De Monte street boys.
I also took a trip to meet my dear friend Bhai Zende Shiv Sena Shaka Pramukh of Khar W and shot a few frames of Guru Ghanteshwar Mandir Madhu Park Khar.
My favorite Hanuman Mandir my side of the suburbs.
I wrote a few lines of this poem , first time on a piece of paper while visiting Mr Shatrughan Sinhas house dedicated to Punamji I call her Bhabiji but I needed a picture to upload it here on Flickr and so she sent me this image shot by dear friend Yogen Shah.. celebrity photographer.
My humble poem to Mrs Punam Shotgun Sinha..
first she was a super wife of a super hero shatrughan sinha a super netaji a super task she performed lord ganesha lalbagh cha raja dabbang gifted success to sonakshi sinha named after goddess parvati from a girl next door to a no 1 heroine transformed the new diva who has taken bollywood by storm the rise of a super duper heroine the rise of a super mom punam sinha no 1 going great guns in super form shatruji luv kush on cloud 9 hospitable humble warm producers lining up at their house like bees in a swarm