India has always been a land of villages and in the context of village life the most important and powerful divine presence is the gramadevata, a deity identified with the village. A village may have several gramadevatas, each with its own function. Village deities are more numerous than Indian villages, though some are known throughout a region and one of these is the goddess Mariamman (Also called Mari, Mariamma, Maryamman. In the Puranas she is known as Marika.) who has devotees all over South India. The village belongs to the goddess. Theologically she was there before the village and in fact she created it. Sometimes she is represented only by a head on the soil, indicating her body is the village and she is rooted in the soil of the village. The villagers live inside or upon the body of the goddess. The…
on the soul of humanity a beautiful flower she is shakti she is durga she is ma shrewalia she is ultimate power the lioness of bengal mamta she bought down an ivory tower writing the epitaph on the soul of the dead the end of red battery power grapes of wrath end of an era yes grapes are sour for those who in their arrogance pride did not read the writing on the wall dreams deleted dead devoured
hijda-eunuch.com is dead, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I have surrendered my domain name hijda-eunuch.com that I had since 2008 simply because I have removed my blogs that were affiliated to this domain name at wordpress@com from public view...
I realized Flickr where all my blog posts originate was enough to display the treasury of my hijra documentation shot by me all over India as is where is.
I cross blog a few of my blogs at Blogspot under email@example.com and firstname.lastname@example.org .
I have also removed email@example.com from public view I was just spreading my blogs for a larger viewership I dont need it any more thanks to Flickr alone my views at my Flickr photo stream is an average of 20000 views per day.. more or less..
Facebook where I pimp my blogs also helps in getting me a larger viewer base as well as Twitter too.
And in a way this is an obituary for both hijda-eunuch .com and firstname.lastname@example.org
Buddha Jayanti or also known as Buddha Purnima is the most sacred festivals of Buddhist. Buddha Purnima (Buddha Birthday) is celebrated in remembrance Lord Buddha. Lord Buddha is the founder of Buddhism. This day is the birth anniversary of Lord Buddha. It falls on the full moon of the fourth lunar month (month of Vaisakh) i.e. April or May. This day commemorates three important events of Buddha's life
- His birth in 623 BC. - His enlightment i.e. attainment of supreme wisdom, in 588 BC. - His attainment of Nirvana i.e. the complete extinction of his self at the age of 80.
This day is a thrice blessed day. Lord Buddha is considered the ninth avatar (incarnation) of Vishnu (Preserver in the Hindu Holy Trinity of Creator-Preserver-Destroyer). Gautam Buddha "lived and died in about the fifth century before the Christian era".…
Jai Bhim is a greeting phrase used by the Buddhist people in India, especially by the ones who converted to Buddhism with or by inspiration of Dr. B. R. Ambedkar. Though mostly used by the Dalit converts to Buddhism, it is not religious by its origin and meaning. It was never considered as religious word and has been used by the long-exploited and down-trodden class as a word of greeting as a mark of respect towards their ideologue Bhimrao Ambedkar. Jai Bhim literally means "Victory to Bhim," i.e., to Dr. Bhimrao Ambedkar. The phrase has also been used as formal slogan of Bahujan Samaj Party. It fell into controversy in February 2009 after Dar-ul Uloom Islamic seminary issued a fatwa declaring the slogan "un-Islamic" and "violative of Shariat."
The term Jai Bhim was coined by Babu L. N. Hardas, a strong follower of Dr.…
i am what i am as i was near across gathering images instead of moss i dont profit only candy floss from my perpetual karmic loss
Mortals like me fail to see the philosophy behind your leg! :Aleem
thank you aleem because i am a rebel still searching for a cause your comment my locked jaws drowning blogger clinging to hope like a straw a poet a father a grand pa shock and awe a wife at home a missing squaw every time i fall in love my testicular fortitude she does not use the hacksaw i reach for a dream to hold in my beggar hands she withdraws
Beta Marane Ja Raha Hai..Amchi Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. After marriage you only live as you die.. a far cry.. you asked for heavens moon and the sky fate gave you all that and a fucked black eye.. marriage as an institution a big fat lie.. they were happy when they were single now they are married and both sit and cry.. with children to add to their misery .. pani kam chai,, welcome to the city of dreams the city called Amchi Mumbai...
thanks to mamta banerjee lioness of bengal there is hope on the broken down home of the common mans wall he got a new makeover sorry to offend you he finally got balls he bought in change the red bastion falls laughing buddha and all badly mauled those that were high mighty and tall carat wise brilliant expensive wisdom wise small the common man waits in maharasthra for a clarion call from rising petrol prices stink of onions bad governance of two wives fighting in the corridors of power a deathly pall towers ripping the soul of chawls politician builder nexus mafia becoming richer powerful poor man eating rice and dal
you can fool some people sometimes but not all the people all in all ..
dedicated two dear friends aleem and sudipda ...from a Google knol.a unit of knowledge poetry blogs and rolling balls taking from peter sharing with paul monsoonal lover…
beggar poet at worli seaface with the common man stuck in a pot hole my happiness my moments of joy bliss my poetry all vanished in one swift stroke of bad luck through a hole in my beggars bowl now in sorrow his dreams deleted depleted he walks barefeet bareassed on embers of coal one sided love nothing but a grinning mocking manhole he came he saw he took her away fucked fate the marauding mongol i pleaded i begged i tried to to cajole but relentless remorseless a lady without soul apoplectic angel fish in a gilded fish bowl my misery my poems starving in a facebook hell hole as she watches my agony my anguish through a peephole sir i am now nothing but fragmented genius without goal i am just a miserable part a broken heart out of control blisters filled with pus my burning soles i am gutter water as i flow through a facebook sinkhole doomed from the cradle to the tomb…
would he be alive in love or would he be dead or would she still love him more than me instead a weeping tear a poet on his death bed fate with the poetry of his life fled as the blood on his winding sheet like a blotting paper spread love is nothing but memories unspoken unsaid man can live without art without culture but can he live without wine and bread
poetry of my love life burnt black urban brown on my head he placed a sizzling crown my word smith shop before she left she shutdown my overtures she turned down replacing new with the old from a pedestal sir she finally threw me down an exile from my home town a shadow of pain within the silhouette of her shimmering glittering gown as I broke down she called me a joker a cartoon a painted clown viciously mercilessly she ran me down a candle the wick burning with a frown life a poetic travesty of guilt a let down poets die everyday reborn on facebook at sundown first poked added as friend than deleted blocked ignored thumbs down what goes up comes around
kuch bhi sahi nahi hai jo kuch bacha ke rakha tha woh bhi ab nahi hai woh koie aur duniya main kho gayi hai dudh ka dudh tha pahele ab sirf dahi ka dahi hai limbu mirchi latka ke dekha kismet chu*** padi hai beech raste pe nangi khadi hai meri buri ghadi hai
Yes I dont have a Mumbai Mirror DNA Or HTA Or Midday Mirror Press Card.. but my card unlike theirs opens only a few doors and is human as I am when it bleeds.. and it has taken me places where angels fear to tread...It gives me respect it does not give me bread it weeps when blood flows from my head it will be around my grand daughter Marziya Shakir when I breathe my last when with my camera on my barefeet on the soul of humanity I fall dead...
By the way Marziya Shakir has her own Press Reporter Press Card..she had it since she was a year and half..
On occasions when I shoot Hindu feats I dress in saffron or bhagwa .. I also feel it adds to comfort level of people who dont know me and accept me as one of their own..,
The only time sad to say when wearing saffron has been humiliating experience specially as I walk barefeet is during Govinda when the maximum balloons are thrown on my head and at my camera this is the other side of the Marathi Manoos when he gets carried away by the overzealous and euphoria and during visarjan .. when they deliberately throw gulal at the camera lens thats the price some of us pay for shooting and promoting Hinduism as a way of life and Peace I say this without malice..its part of the ethos .. and the upbringing givenn by parents to their children nothing more nothing less.
The Tamils I respect a lot , and like the Miyas are a very defiant brave race , you cant bully them or take them for granted and they are very easily provoked with respect to their customs rituals and religiosity in general.
They do what they have to do Mother Marriamma for the Hindu Tamil diaspora is a very important deity and she is all powerful.. she is a force very holistic in all aspects I have visited her temples and shot them I know the feeling the aura that exists in her spirituality.
And among the Hindu feasts that I shoot with a passion in Mumbai this is one of them the two other being Ganesh festival Of Lalbagh Chya Raja GSB Ganesha King Circle and Durga Visarjan.
I will shoot the come what may.. even Death I would tell to wait for a few moments such is the intensity and my pictures are not photography they are my poems of life..and faith.
i use a service that fucks me at its door my ass blood and gore after all i am in their sanctimonious eyes nothing but a whore so they fuck me all the more at Vodafone Bandra Hill Road store a pain as its essence and core washed ashore luckily coupon no 66 diabetic dehydrated high blood pressure did not hit the floor no water no first aid my pain as a poet i out pour raped sodomized emotionally by their staff no i wont be anymore i have decided to give up the mobile phone before i die once again at their store i promise i made to myself as a blogger i swore system sucks main hoon kamzor paisa main deta hoon kotwal date kahe man hoon chor
I am a subscriber of Vodafone since the time it was known as Orange so this blog is no attempt to run them down or denounce them..I have used their service uninterruptedly I may have had problems but none to elicit such a response as my emotional distress and pain that I experienced at their Vodafone Store Bandra Hill Road Mumbai on 14 May 2011 at 12 :07:09 pm..it was a very simple matter that could have been taken care but I was told to take a coupon stand in a line for one and a half hours like everyone else waiting their term of punishment for availing a service of Vodafone.
I am an existing old post paid customer my entire family of 7 uses Vodafone ..
A week back I had got the DND service installed on my phone by their customer care help at the Vodafone store Salman..but calls and messages continued even after a week I went back to him told him my…
One thing I know my cousin Glenn Losack would give his limbs to shoot this series this is way up his alley.. it has taken me a lot of time to shoot up close and simply because they are now used to my presence and strangely Shanmugham who organizes all this at Madras Wadi Worli has not even seen my early pictures of this event I shot a few years back,,,he does not surf the Internet.. could you believe it... but this time he said he will check them out when he has time..
Shanmugham and other piercers like him do Mother Marriamas godly work and that it.. I have shot Mother Marriamas temple in Chennai too..only if the person at the Mariammma Temple in Chennai had been more humble and polite than his Tamil counter parts in Mumbai and was not allowing me to enter the temple..he was down right rude and arrogant but I told him I would enter the Temple and he finally allowed me to ent…