The Chattri Or Human Juggernaut, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. About 156 rods enter his body from all ends stomach sides back and this is a tough one my dear friend from Sion Dharavi Sam Bhatia a Punjabi is an hardcore devotee of Mother Marriammen and partakes in this ritual..
The movements are slow and people carry a stool so he can sit , this is one of the other important rituals besides the rods pierced in the cheeks , rods are piereced through the chest from side to side.. hooks at the back, hooks in the stomach hooks on the thighs for one man to hang under another man on a pulley.
Than the limes hanging from needles women devotees prick their tongues with a trishul.
Shanmugham my Tamil friend from Worli hangs a huge bunch of tadgolas or a coconut bunch from hooks attached to the back.
Pulling cars vans raths rickshas with hooks on the backs is a very common feat among the devotees of Mother Marroamen.
I continue with the second part of my Marriammen set of removal of rods, most of the places I have only shot the procession and moved away from this part of the removal of the rods ritual, because by the time say in the case of Macchimar fishing village the rod removal happens very late even the Sion Dharavi that I shot I was unable to shoot the rod removal pictures.
But because of my friendship with Bhima the guy removing the rods in the picture I try to hang in , as I did here but left soon after , 300 removal of rods is a tough task in very cheek to jowl surroundings.
Being a diabetic and also fasting along with the Tamils it is a tough shoot for both body and soul.
And I dont know who will shoot for me if I pierce my cheeks one of these days...uness I shoot pictures with a rod in my mouth.. wth very slim chances of movement I am sure..
dear aunt thank you waiting for your call i dont want you to send me a teddy bear or a barbie doll i have them all its your love i want most of all hope you hang this picture on your bedroom wall take care chill be happy have a ball marziya your dearest sweet and small
no drug induced trance totally sane a shia bloggers pain Ya Hussain tempered steel tempered scalp distempered brain 1400 year old cry against terrorism karbala the land of sorrow land of eternal pain holding our allegiance to truth when our beloved Imam was ruthlessly slain memories interwoven in a mothers womb waters of Euphrates our flowing pain muslims love killing muslims in every reign an Islamic thought eunuch silence as our blood into the gutters down the drain tears on the soul of humanity ashura on the gaza strip imperial hegemony all too plain
I went back to town to shoot the second half of the Mumbai Ashura segment the Ashura juloos from JJ Hospital corner to Rehmatabad Shia cemetery.
I had shot the Amin Imambada procession earlier in the morning , hard core matam of Habib , Baqar and their friends. I had come home but due to the You Telecom my Server being slow, lethargic apathetic could only post a few pictures.
I returned to town, to participate in the Ashura juloos..
I have never shot Ali Shah till date , I miss him as I am cut my head when he is cutting himself during the Ashura Juloos.
Jalal Mamu on 9 Moharam before the Moharam procession at Honda Byculla has a small event at a Byculla Station gullly , that s visited by most Shias and you see hardcore Matam.. sword kama zanjir..
Jalal Mamu cuts himself mercilessly with the Sword and than ends his cutting with flagellation blades , his wounds are deep and gory and the following day on Ashura at Amin Imambada he will cut himself again in the morning.
Jalal Mamu is a cult figure but a very humble soul, hardly talks but is respected by every Shia. I shot this for the first time , and it was on this day that my Canon G9 was stolen near Moghul Masjid.. it is close to a year now , Mumbai Pol…
Dhuljanah (Arabic: ذو الجناح) was the horse of Husayn ibn Ali. The original name of Zuljanah was Murtajiz and the reason for it being named that way was because of its sound of neighing being sweet, furious and high making it different from other horses. It was purchased by the Prophet Muhammad from an Arab called Haris. It features prominently in the traditional narrating of the story of the Battle of Karbala and it is thought to have been a White Stallion.
According to the legend, when Husayn ibn Ali was a mere child and learning to crawl, he used to go to the stable of Zuljanah and look at it. Once the Prophet of Islam said that his grand son was curiously looking at the horse as if some mysterious conversation was taking place, so the Prophet asked the child if he wished to ride the horse and on being answered the Prophet Muhammad ordered the horse to be moun…
I came with my camera to shoot Moharam for the first time met Baqar Habib and saw all that I had missed for many years and began documenting Ghame Hussain the history of our ancestral pain.. and because of my multi colored background my respect for other religions specially Hinduism Christinaity I am easily misunderstood and than my passion for shooting the transgender hijra community has heckled the upper crust dosent really matter I am what I am I am living my life and not yours..
I though this bit of text was necessary I am updating this set at Flickr today..
I never shot this event as I move out a few days before AShura to shoot it in other cites of my country I shot Hyderabad and Madras yes I do miss Moharam in Mumbai and if someone did give me a ticket for Karbala I would gladly give it to a poor person more deserving in his devotion to Akka Maulah Hussain than me I have taken a pledge and it wil be part of my belief as long as I live .. My Karbala Is Hindustan whewre I live and where I intend to breathe my last..
I was standing near the JVPD signal shooting with my camera attached on the monopod when she approached me and inquired about the disappearance of my Hijdaeunuchblogs at Wordpress..
I told her it was there I had not deleted it but hidden it from public view..I was posting my Blogs at Flickr only.. and cross blogging a few to Blogspot where I have two blogs and a few links I was posting at Facebook..
Facebook I use for pimping my blogs effectively.. best blog generator in the world..
I had promised never to write a poem to her but this one just burst forth frothy from my womb of pain.. 'popat banaya ' means in hindi making an ass of another person..
you sweet talk your way into peoples homeless heart s popat out of them you make you get them to fall in love with you accidentally of course because you enjoy it for enjoying sake you give false hopes than go into denial your best friends you forsake fools and asses out of them you make you cause them pain burn them on a stake wrapped in a cloak of deceit you switch of your phone a thirst you do not slake you have sleepless nights insomnia broken hearts as fruit cakes you bake you keep the asshole at the other end forever fully awake you come in a persons life slither away like a snake at daybreak sod off you say rudely as name sake poison you give freely poison your intake falling for your dewy…
On 15th August our 60th Independence Day there was an article in the local newspaper Midday about a handful of Indians born in India living in India , working in India with American based companies, who instead of celebrating our Independence Day celebrate 4th July as they feel it is America that employs and feeds them..this as it was reported and their loyalty lies with the American employers...
I have penned the lines not only for this category of Indians but also those who lick foreigners ass and forget their true identity..this should only hurt those who desecrate their nationality and nationalism and live under an utopia of surrogate slavery of the Mind. This is not at all about people of Indian birth settled American citizens , America is the country of their adoption and their priority should lie with the nation they live in... My poem is in Hindi.. I think in En…
I shot this event in two parts in the morning I shot over 500 pictures of the animal slaughter outside the Marriammen Temple Juhu barefeet , this was a tiring shoot as I was fasting with the Tamils only water and nothing else or tea.
I shot this from 6 am to 10.30 am, came home showered posted pictures hit the sack.
At about 4 pm in the hot blazing sun scorching heat I came back barefeet to Juhu beach , here I shot the piercings beach scenes the ISKON bhajan chant that was going on at the beach and tham walked with the devotees till the Marriammen Temple I shot some stuff with my monopod and than I met the hijras carrying hot pots on their heads most of them are readers of my blogs so kept wanting to be shot, I did than I reached the temple tired I was still fasting I shot the rod removal rituals walked back towards the beach end of the road met Sarla hijra …
Once the devotees with rods in their mouths , hooks in the back pulling vans cars reach the main road of Juhu , they all move towards the Marriammen Temple at Juhu Nagar for the final ritual of removal of the rods the hooks and the limes hung on needles pierced in the flesh.
This area is very congested as it is an acess exit road from and too the Nehru Nagar slums sitting on prime rich land of Mumbai touching the old Juhu airport..I have never ventured inside I will one day.
Bhima and Ganesh help in removing the rods by swallowing milk which they spit in the mouth of the rod holding devotee at the other end another guy pulls out the rod.. this is a mind blowing and painful ritual I had shot a lot and so took leave at about 10.30 pm but the ritual of the removal of the rods hooks limes I believe continued past midnight..