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ISKCON - The International Society for Krishna Consciousness

ISKCON - The International Society for Krishna Consciousness, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 183,894 items / 1,449,644 views




While I was shooting the Marriammen feast at Juhu beach I shot the ISKCON The International Society for Krishna Consciousness devotees eponymous as Hare Rama Hare Khrisgna bhakts.

I shot several shots and add these pictures as my new set at Flickr.com.

Many years back I had shot their Rath Yatra at Bandra Reclamation too..as there are many devotees of their erstwhile mission in this area of Bandra.

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he International Society for Krishna Consciousness (ISKCON), also known as the Hare Krishna movement, is a Hindu Gaudiya Vaishnava religious organization.[1] It was founded in 1966 in New York City by A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada.[2] Its core beliefs are based on traditional Hindu scriptures such as the Śrīmad Bhāgavatam and the Bhagavad-gītā,[3] …

Child Gets His Cheeks Pierced With a Rod

Lubricating The Rod In The Mouth With Milk

Child Gets His Cheeks Pierced With a Rod

Child Gets His Cheeks Pierced With a Rod

Child Gets His Cheeks Pierced With a Rod

Child Gets His Cheeks Pierced With a 8 Feet Rod

Faith Can Move Mountains

Cheek Piercing For Goddess Marriammen Juhu Beach

Behind A Beggar Poet Lies The Soul of a Hijra

Hijras Are Part of The Poetic Journey of My Life

Cheek Piercing For Goddess Marriammen Juhu Beach

Cheek Piercing For Goddess Marriammen Juhu Beach

You Need A Heart Not A Head To Shoot Hijras

You Need A Heart Not A Head To Shoot Hijras, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 183,670 items / 1,448,751 views

This is Sarla hijra we head met earlier at a Marriammen feast but I dont remember , she insisted we had met I left it at that, she had many friends among the rod piercers and was shooting them on her mobile but keeping a respectable distance..

I met her at the Juhu signal she was tanked some guys had spiked her drink she could barely stand she kept clinging to me I tried to get her a ricksha she wanted to go to Ville Pare station,luckily a few male guys and a family knew her and took her away to safety she gave me her number I have not called her yet , so my path is strewn with hijra s there is no escaping it they are part of my poetic journey on earth and my Hijra Guru Laxmi calls it my Hijda Vardan.. Blessings of the Hijra on the soul of my Poetry.

The only hijra who can do magic to my soul in a special way is Khushi from Mumbai.. I love shooting her and sh…

If You Have Passion Photography Enters Your Karmic Soul

Poetizing The Soul of Human Pain

The Human Horse Of Marriammen

Holding The Spirit of Another Mans Faith

Holding The Spirit of Another Mans Faith, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
a shia hindu
a follower
of hussain
ahle bayt
walking on
the sands
of time
invoking
peace humanity
dance of death
on the soul
of hate
endlessly
for the boat
to take me
to the other
shore
i wait
a glimmer
of hope
a receding gate
beyond the horizon
lies my fate
allahu akbar
god is great

om namoh shiva
the holy chant
of peace and humanity
another man meditates
like me he too
invokes the essence
of love devotion
on the chakra
of tolerance
gyrates

The Claypot Of Devotion

The Claypot Of Devotion, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

bursting with emotion
thirsting for devotion
immortal love great lotion
holding the essence
of an ocean

Goddess Marriammen at Juhu Beach

Goddess Marriammen at Juhu Beach, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Mariamman is a South Indian mother Goddess predominantly worshipped in Tamil Nadu, Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh. She is worshipped mainly by the tamil speaking population in Tamil Nadu and Sri Lanka.

The origin of Goddess Mariamman is unclear. Mari in Tamil means rain. Mariamman is an ancient village goddess related to fertility and rain. Mari also means change. Thus, the name Maria Amman would mean goddess who has changed. According to some, Mariamman is the sister of Lord Ranganatha (Maha Vishnu) and called Mahamaya. The Samayapuram Mariamman is worshipped on the first day of the Tamil month of Vaikasi by the Iyengar/Srivaishna Brahmins of Srirangam. Another version suggests that she is the mother of Parasurama, Renukadevi who is appeased for rains. Mariamman was the smallpox goddess before this disease was eradicated and is similar to Sitala Devi in this respect.


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Photography Is Unearthing The Hidden Soul of God

The Dead Poets Society of Mumbai

I Want To Touch You ... I Did

I Want To Touch You ... I Did, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 183,618 items / 1,448,516 views


a
thought
many a times
you forbid
the poet
in the manger
you got rid
his mind
was neurotic
his intentions
rabid poetic
off the lid
while you slept
on wings
of fancy
he swept in
kissed
you on
your dreamy
eyelids
in he came
'out he slid
he touched you
all over he did
through his minds
camera grid

The Cheek Piercing Poet of Mumbai

I Will Pierce My Cheeks One of These Days

The Barefeet Shia Blogger of Bandra

Juhu Beach The Starting Point of Marriammen Feast Rituals

Juhu Beach The Starting Point of Marriammen Feast Rituals, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 183,598 items / 1,448,436 views

Devendra Bhima asked me to come at 4 pm but all the devotees came after 5.30 so I shoot the beach I am not much into seascapes or landscapes , I shot urchins and killed my time the beach was hot I was barefeet , I was fasting like the Tamils just drank water nothing else...

Marriammen Feast Rod Piercing Juhu Beach 2011

Marriammen Feast Rod Piercing Juhu Beach 2011, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 183,595 items / 1,448,345 views

I came back to Juhu beach at 4 pm to shoot the second part of the Marriamen Feast of Nehru Nagar Tamil Hindus, rituals to appease Goddess Marriammen rod piercing hanging of lime attached to needles in the flesh and hooks on the back to hang from cranes and pulleys and to pull cars and vans.

Than there are devotees who carry burning hot pots on their heads and all these participants devotees move from Juhu beach to Marriammen temple Nehru Nagar where the hooks and rods are removed.

I shot this event too barefeet despite a deep injury on my leg.. and I am thankful to Marriammen Seva Samaj the organizers and my dear friend Bhima Davendar who allow me to shoot this event ..

I will be piercing my cheeks too one of these days to show my spiritual support with my Tamil friends a follower of Imam Hussain among the devotees of Mother Marriammen..two different ideolo…

The Only One Who Knows My True Worth is My Neigbors Dog Lucky

The Only One Who Knows My True Worth is My Neigbors Dog Lucky, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. perhaps he knows i am fucked broke unlucky..

Hand And Feet of A Beggar Poet

My Poems Are Written In Blood

My Poems Are Written In Blood, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 183,585 items / 1,448,292 views

power bubbles
soap suds
memories
inundated
tears and flood
a hope
turned out
to be a dud
hit in the belly
the groins
fell flat
in the mud
a squeak
a whimper
a soundless thud

Only Poets Can Fly Without Wings

Only Poets Can Fly Without Wings, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 183,579 items / 1,448,285 views

bleeding feet
oh death
where is thy sting
as i go
round and round
and round the ring
searching for life
hereafter among
all things as life
on this fucked
planet gives me no
solace sweet nothing
even singh is controlled
by a remote a singh
who is no king
scam corruption
grows in his back
garden the common
man takren for a ride
what a fling
zenitude and zing
nothing but pain
more pain
it brings
man a monkey
from one swing
to another swing

This Dog Asked Me Why I Keep Falling in Love On The Internet

This Dog Asked Me Why I Keep Falling in Love On The Internet, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. And for the fuck time I had no fucking answer...

Bleeding Feet Of The Blogger

The Story Of Man Is Written In Blood

Lost Facebook Moments And Those Sleepless Nights

Lost Facebook Moments And Those Sleepless Nights, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 183,559 items / 1,448,213 views


April 23 at 8:42pm

i have had the most fucked day of my life at work today
just showered and am here beating the posterior of my keyboard

sometimes i just want to tie a loin cloth and run away into the mountains live with animals away from humanity
humanity depresses me sometimes
most of the time

you are lucky you have a vast future ahead of you

i buried my future beneath the sands of fucked time and space
oh i hate life

i hate poetry i write it because it appears to my mystic mind that i am in love with you

April 24 at 12:06am

i wont be able to sleep
i have not had my dinner
i crashed in the afternoon too


i am very depressed and all my walls are coming crashing you might not believe it at the moment you are the only friend i have

even before i met i never talked to anyone

i kept to myself and this crazy world judged me my inner soul through my pictures

you would mak…

Bhai Ham Zindagi Se Ub Gaye

Bhai Ham Zindagi Se Ub Gaye, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 183,532 items / 1,448,150 views


gham ke gor samndar main dhoob gaye
hasratein lekar ayye the mohabt ki
aur janaze pe sajh dhaj kkar mehboob gaye

Ganesh Bhima Davendar And Me

Da Mir Pan Zlatko Send Me Message From Istanbul

Da Mir Pan Zlatko Send Me Message From Istanbul, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 182,565 items / 1,440,297 views


Da Mir Pan May 5 at 9:35pm Report


dear friend
we are so sorry that we didnt find you on your working place before we go....
now we are inistanbul, trip pass good...
thank you for everything...
God bless you and your family...
damir and zlatko

Da Mir Pan Zlatko Send Me Message From Istanbul

Pain Is What Keeps The Poetry of Life Alive

Pain Is What Keeps The Poetry of Life Alive, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
a burning
carcass
dying
dying
not yet
dead
why all
this fuss
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
the peer bubble
of my life
its poetry
on the soul
of my
consciousness
burst
for the elixir
of life
i no more thirst
bad to verse
poetically
perverse
life a curse

We Were Both Doomed By The Poetry of Our Fucked Lives

We Were Both Doomed By The Poetry of Our Fucked Lives, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. our necks
taunting
death
the butcher
with his knife
we die everyday
our souls our flesh
in eternal strife
we give birth
to pain morbidity
our midwife
caught
in a power bubble
between
high and low life
in a world
where hate is rife