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oh its true
she liked
him he
was good
company
poetic
crazy kinky
in a nice
kind of way
so a tease
with her charm
her innocence
duplicitous
deviousness
she played
when she
got tired
she had
him slaughtered
by her butcher
mercy killing
for a larger good
they say
than coolly walked away
the heart the liver the spleen
of the poet his innards
overcooked piping hot
kotmir kachumbar
dash of limbu juice
served right away
to her facebook friends
on a silver tray
for the soul
of a debauched poet
with a crazy imagination
please do not pray
he will be born as
a sacrificial goat again
on resurrection day
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Farewell Dear Friend Love Never Pays
Man Because He Leaks ..Overpopulates The World ..With Freaks
Man Because He Leaks ..Overpopulates The World ..With Freaks, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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accelerating
hunger
with war cries
shrieks
a love machine
with harmful results
fucked technique
always wanting more
and more and more
fresh pastures seeks
choked on a river creek
her vortex of fecundity
gone silent and meek
helpless and weak
man his mystique
a garden of Eden
where the serpent
conned him
giving him
a slap
on both
the cheeks
tumescent
flaccid
but always
peaks
a havoc
a pain
on motherhood
from one
fucked
generation
to the next
he wreaks
This Child Is In Very Bad Shape He Cannot Be Cured
This Child Is In Very Bad Shape He Cannot Be Cured, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
His parents have taken him to all the hospitals but he does no respond to medicine and is on his way out...according to his parents family that make limbu mirchi to ward of evil eye and sell it on the roads .. but it is no help to this sickly child .. rickets and bloated stomach without clothes he reminds you of under nourished kids of Sudan.. or any other famine ridden country in Africa,,
Mothers Day Is For Keeps On The Streets
The West remind themselves once every year ..mothers weep
when she becomes old the mother the father in an old home they keep
motherhood a commodity on the soul of humanity fuckin cheap
buy it on a garbage heap ...another mothers day takes a leap...
Holding His Pecker In His Hands
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he pees on a system
of corruption and scams
a world his father
sheepishly
accepted as chalta hai
attitude way of life
lifes meter jammed
the son more bindas
chalu dedh shyana
curses and damns
on the soul of humanity
waiting for poriborton
no political spam
to be proud to be able
to say I am An Indian
I Am What I Am
to my dear friend KRK ..Kamal Khan Saab
The Chickened Out Dreams of Bandra Bazar Road
The Chickened Out Dreams of Bandra Bazar Road, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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The only time Ministerji comes to this area to raise the flag on honor on 15 August our Independence Day they make sure it is cleaned sparkling scintillating filth free ...
Ministerjees chamchas are too busy to show him all this happy waiting for a ticket for local bodies and free goodies..
And next Ministerji will come with hands folded with Salman Khan playing to his tune during election .. 5 long years and5 long years before this place has not changed the filthiest place called the queen of the suburbs Bandra Bazar Road .. the residents sadly are in a state of sleep like eunuchs they wait ... for change.. now change has a new name it is called PORIBORTON.. and it is just ROUND THE CORNER...
Where I Live This Man Lives Too
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he had dreams
all broken
over his nest
they shat and flew
he is an alcoholic
i was once too
i escaped
he is stuck
to his fate
like adhesive glue
bandra bazar road
a hell hole of bandra
not the the queen
of the suburbs
erstwhile ministerji
prime minsterji
sonia gandhiji
thank you
the inheritance
of a vote
that bought
you in power
poriboton
waits for you
with apologies
to the unborn child
that will be born here
in filth sickness
plague swine flu
Goddess Kali
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ek ag
ek chingari
ek disha
dikhanewali
bure waqt
buri ghadi
se apni
jan par khel kar
hamari jan
bachanewali
ek ma
saikdo bacche
sabki ma kali
katen patjhad
ko bana deti haryali
har bagh ki ma mali
tute dilon ko jod
dene wali gire huon
ko phir pairon par
kada karnewali
kan kan main
basi hai ma kali
a tribute to ms mamta banerjee on her victory and the victory of people of bengal
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali
Kali (Sanskrit: काली, Bengali: কালী, both Kālī), also known as Kalika (Bengali: কালিকা, Kālikā), is the Hindu goddess associated with eternal energy. The name Kali means "black" but has, by folk etymology, come to mean "force of time (kala)." Kali is today considered the goddess of time and change. Although sometimes presented as dark and violent, her earliest incarnation as a figure of annihilation still has some influence. More complex Tantric beliefs sometimes extend her role so far as to be the "ultimate reality" or Brahman. She is also revered as Bhavatarini (literally "redeemer of the universe"). Comparatively recent devotional movements largely conceive Kali as a benevolent mother goddess.
Kali is represented as the consort of god Shiva, on whose body she is often seen standing. She is associated with many other Hindu goddesses like Durga, Bhadrakali, Sati, Rudrani, Parvati and Chamunda. She is the foremost among the Dasa-Mahavidyas, ten fierce Tantric goddesses.[1]
Kālī is the feminine of kāla "black, dark coloured" (per Pāṇini 4.1.42). In the Mundaka Upanishad Kali is mentioned as one of the seven tongues of Agni, the Rigvedic God of Fire (Mundaka Upanishad 2:4), thus giving rise to Kali's tongue, seen in images. It appears as the name of a form of Durga in the Mahabharata 4.195, and as the name of an evil female spirit in Harivamsa 11552.
The homonymous kāla, "appointed time", which depending on context can mean "death", is distinct from kāla "black", but became associated with it through folk etymology. The association is seen in a passage from the Mahābhārata, depicting a female figure who carries away the spirits of slain warriors and animals. She is called kālarātri (which Thomas Coburn, a historian of Sanskrit Goddess literature, translates as "night of death") and also kālī (which, as Coburn notes, can be read here either as a proper name or as a description "the black one").[2]
Kali's association with blackness stands in contrast to her consort, Shiva, whose body is covered by the white ashes of the cremation ground (Sanskrit: śmaśāna) in which he meditates, and with which Kali is also associated, as śmaśāna-kālī.
[edit] Origins
According to David Kinsley, Kali is first mentioned in Hinduism as a distinct goddess, related to war, around 600 CE. Scriptures like Agni Purana and Garuda Purana describe her terrible appearance and associate her with corpses and war. The oldest mention of Kali dates back to Rigvedic age. The 'Ratri Sookta' in rigveda actually calls her as Goddess 'Ratri' and regards Ratri as the Supreme force in the universe. In the Tantras, she is regarded as the Shakti (Power) of The Great Mahakala(a form of Lord Shiva). Her portrayal on dead bodies in crematorium symbolizes her presence in the hearts of devotees who have killed their Earthly desires and want Supreme Consciousness in the lap of the Ultimate Mother, Kali. In another form, she is regarded as the destroyer, the Mahakali as Kali Tantra says-"kali kalanat" meaning Kali is the one who finishes. Kalika Purana depicts her as the "Adi Shakti" (Fundamental Power) and "Para Prakriti" or beyond nature.
Goddesses play an important role in the study and practice of Tantra Yoga, and are affirmed to be as central to discerning the nature of reality as are the male deities. Although Parvati is often said to be the recipient and student of Shiva's wisdom in the form of Tantras, it is Kali who seems to dominate much of the Tantric iconography, texts, and rituals.[3] In many sources Kali is praised as the highest reality or greatest of all deities. The Nirvana-tantra says the gods Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva all arise from her like bubbles in the sea, ceaselessly arising and passing away, leaving their original source unchanged. The Niruttara-tantra and the Picchila-tantra declare all of Kali's mantras to be the greatest and the Yogini-tantra, Kamakhya-tantra and the Niruttara-tantra all proclaim Kali vidyas (manifestations of Mahadevi, or "divinity itself"). They declare her to be an essence of her own form (svarupa) of the Mahadevi.[4]
In the Mahanirvana-tantra, Kali is one of the epithets for the primordial sakti, and in one passage Shiva praises her:
At the dissolution of things, it is Kala [Time] Who will devour all, and by reason of this He is called Mahakala [an epithet of Lord Shiva], and since Thou devourest Mahakala Himself, it is Thou who art the Supreme Primordial Kalika. Because Thou devourest Kala, Thou art Kali, the original form of all things, and because Thou art the Origin of and devourest all things Thou art called the Adya [primordial Kali]. Resuming after Dissolution Thine own form, dark and formless, Thou alone remainest as One ineffable and inconceivable. Though having a form, yet art Thou formless; though Thyself without beginning, multiform by the power of Maya, Thou art the Beginning of all, Creatrix, Protectress, and Destructress that Thou art.[3]
The figure of Kali conveys death, destruction, and the consuming aspects of reality. As such, she is also a "forbidden thing", or even death itself. In the Pancatattva ritual, the sadhaka boldly seeks to confront Kali, and thereby assimilates and transforms her into a vehicle of salvation.[5] This is clear in the work of the Karpuradi-stotra[6], a short praise to Kali describing the Pancatattva ritual unto her, performed on cremation grounds. (Samahana-sadhana)
He, O Mahakali who in the cremation-ground, naked, and with dishevelled hair, intently meditates upon Thee and recites Thy mantra, and with each recitation makes offering to Thee of a thousand Akanda flowers with seed, becomes without any effort a Lord of the earth. 0 Kali, whoever on Tuesday at midnight, having uttered Thy mantra, makes offering even but once with devotion to Thee of a hair of his Sakti [his female companion] in the cremation-ground, becomes a great poet, a Lord of the earth, and ever goes mounted upon an elephant.[5]
The Karpuradi-stotra clearly indicates that Kali is more than a terrible, vicious, slayer of demons who serves Durga or Shiva. Here, she is identified as the supreme mistress of the universe, associated with the five elements. In union with Lord Shiva, who is said to be her spouse, she creates and destroys worlds. Her appearance also takes a different turn, befitting her role as ruler of the world and object of meditation.[7] In contrast to her terrible aspects, she takes on hints of a more benign dimension. She is described as young and beautiful, has a gentle smile, and makes gestures with her two right hands to dispel any fear and offer boons. The more positive features exposed offer the distillation of divine wrath into a goddess of salvation, who rids the sadhaka of fear. Here, Kali appears as a symbol of triumph over death.[8]
Kali is also a central figure in late medieval Bengali devotional literature, with such devotees as Ramprasad Sen (1718–75). With the exception of being associated with Parvati as Shiva's consort, Kali is rarely pictured in Hindu mythology and iconography as a motherly figure until Bengali devotions beginning in the early eighteenth century. Even in Bengali tradition her appearance and habits change little, if at all.[9]
The Tantric approach to Kali is to display courage by confronting her on cremation grounds in the dead of night, despite her terrible appearance. In contrast, the Bengali devotee appropriates Kali's teachings, adopting the attitude of a child. In both cases, the goal of the devotee is to become reconciled with death and to learn acceptance of the way that things are. These themes are well addressed in Ramprasad's work.[10]
Ramprasad comments in many of his other songs that Kali is indifferent to his wellbeing, causes him to suffer, brings his worldly desires to nothing and his worldly goods to ruin. He also states that she does not behave like a mother should and that she ignores his pleas:
Can mercy be found in the heart of her who was born of the stone? [a reference to Kali as the daughter of Himalaya]
Were she not merciless, would she kick the breast of her lord?
Men call you merciful, but there is no trace of mercy in you, Mother.
You have cut off the heads of the children of others, and these you wear as a garland around your neck.
It matters not how much I call you "Mother, Mother." You hear me, but you will not listen.[11]
To be a child of Kali, Ramprasad asserts, is to be denied of earthly delights and pleasures. Kali is said to not give what is expected. To the devotee, it is perhaps her very refusal to do so that enables her devotees to reflect on dimensions of themselves and of reality that go beyond the material world.[11][12]
A significant portion of Bengali devotional music features Kali as its central theme and is known as Shyama Sangeet. Mostly sung by male vocalists, today even women have taken to this form of music. One of the finest singers of Shyama Sangeet is Pannalal Bhattacharya.
In Bengal, Kali is venerated in the festival Kali Puja - the new moon day of Ashwin month which coincides with Diwali festival.
[edit] Mythology
[edit] Slayer of Raktabija
In Kali's most famous myth, Durga and her assistants, Matrikas, wound the demon Raktabija, in various ways and with a variety of weapons, in an attempt to destroy him. They soon find that they have worsened the situation, as for every drop of blood that is spilt from Raktabija, the demon reproduces a clone of himself. The battlefield becomes increasingly filled with his duplicates.[13] Durga, in dire need of help, summons Kali to combat the demons. It is also said that Goddess Durga takes the form of Goddess Kali at this time.
The Devi Mahatmyam describes:
Out of the surface of her (Durga's) forehead, fierce with frown, issued suddenly Kali of terrible countenance, armed with a sword and noose. Bearing the strange khatvanga (skull-topped staff ), decorated with a garland of skulls, clad in a tiger's skin, very appalling owing to her emaciated flesh, with gaping mouth, fearful with her tongue lolling out, having deep reddish eyes, filling the regions of the sky with her roars, falling upon impetuously and slaughtering the great asuras in that army, she devoured those hordes of the foes of the devas.[14]
Kali destroys Raktabija by sucking the blood from his body and putting the many Raktabija duplicates in her gaping mouth. Pleased with her victory, Kali then dances on the field of battle, stepping on the corpses of the slain. Her consort Shiva lies among the dead beneath her feet, a representation of Kali commonly seen in her iconography as Daksinakali.[15]
In the Devi Mahatmya version of this story, Kali is also described as a Matrika and as a Shakti or power of Devi. She is given the epithet Cāṃuṇḍā (Chamunda), i.e. the slayer of the demons Chanda and Munda.[16] Chamunda is very often identified with Kali and is very much like her in appearance and habit.[17]
My Poems of Love And Delusion
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hung
upside down
from the shoulders
of fate
chickened out
moments
remembered
relived
time forgot
waiting
desperately
at her gate
cooked
moments
she savored
she ate
a broken heart
she used as bait
to get back
her date
stupid
stupid
stupid
her
conniving
woman's
wisdom
resonates
moments
telephonic
chatty
absorbingly
great
i was made
a fool a broken
slate
wiped
out words
memories
i hate with
distaste
hurriedly
erased
a poet
disgraced
deleted dreams
on facebook
he chased
Barefeet Blogger of Bollywood
These few frames of me solo were shot by Rehman Bhai Bollywood still photographer who was shooting the film being shot at Future Studios along with Shaktiji there was Razzak Khan Raju Kher Mushtaque Khan and others.
Culinary Curiosity Killed The Cat
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A wok (in Cantonese or simplified Chinese: 镬; traditional Chinese: 鑊; Jyutping: wok) is a versatile round-bottomed cooking vessel originating in China. It is used especially in East and Southeast Asia.
an empty wok
a poets liver spleen
heart gurda kaleji
some cornstalk
served hot spicy
at 9 o clock
harsh memories
on the soul of
nostalgia
dreams choc a block
the pain the shock
a friend she blocked
once many moons back
she had sweet talked
now as a poem
as it unlocks
corroding
the cosmic
chaos
of a rock
a poet padlocked
knock knock
future shock
a broken
down boat
as it rocks
doomed
dry docked
two souls
in deadlock
fate futility
randomly
dutifully
mocks
as he
on the pebbles
of a sea shore
insolently
sleep walks
Shot By Marziya Shakir Photographer No1
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Marziya Shakir takes a shot what she sees what she shoots is between her and the third eye of Shiva in the camera lens , she checks the monitor after each shot but I tell her to take a shot or two more in a way it is my instruction not to take the camera or the camera eye for granted the humility of shooting the same picture has its own magic too.. and so she took 3 shots of a singe given street situation.. I call it myriad moods of street photography.
A Street Photographer Called Marziya Shakir 3 1/2 Years Old
A Street Photographer Called Marziya Shakir 3 1/2 Years Old, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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This was shot by Marziya Shakir on the Nikon D 80 simply because I did not want to shoot him , he chews my brains every time I pass by to shoot him , and I politely refuse his request he wants me to shoot him give him a copy I shoot street pictures I dont give copies even Marziyas pictures are not made into prints.. I hate prints ..
So I allowed Marziya Shakir to take this shot of the freshwater Fish selling vendor at Bandra Bazar Road.
And thanks to my bogs Bandra Fish market the filthiest fish market in the world is finally getting a much needed makeover...
Thank You ... KD
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Kaushik Dutta - .........."their travails they are men but entrapped by fate in a bottle as women." beautifully expressed the whole scenario. Sometimes, I think had you not been a poet or storyteller you would not have been a good photographer. You born as a poet but you became a poet photographer!9:51 pm
The Hijra Mujra Dance
There is a lot of grace to the hijra wedding dance performers , they wear loud glitzy dresses loud make up but they are human beneath the scarring jarring pain of life ..
To fend for life they have their protector or Mai Bap , he takes care of them gets to fuck and bed them free , sometimes the horny bastard is a drunk well connected politically and lives off their earnings too.
Its a sad situation but life is a song you play by ear.. its the tune that matters.
The kids had a gala time later the older kids showed their Boogie Woogie skills on the dance floor the pelvic thrusts and all.
And this was next to my building compound wall the wedding family kids are my good friends from a good family ..their father did not want this show and extravaganza but the kids persisted wanted some fun had their way and Reshma is know to all as she lives at Lal Mitti she was originally from these slums.
And I never met Reshma at Haji Malang or Ajmer Sharif these are hand to mouth hijras ..wedding events birthday parties keep them alive there is hardly any badhai demands like in Delhi where hijra groups earns a lac or more on rich mans child's badhai day.
Reshma Dancing Hijra Performer
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When she was a child a boy she lived in the Bandra slums and was known as Asif.. than came the tryst with her fate she evolved she metamorphosed into a hijra or a trans gender .Reshma.
Ismail Chacha senior citizen an ex army officer now blind remembers him fondly and took care of him when he was young.
I shot these pictures a long time back and yet they appear fresh such is the beauty of the hijra it hardly ages on the soul of Man.
Reshma is a kindly soul I have not met her since a long time I called her a few times to find out if she could invite me to another wedding she was performing but we never connected.
This was a wedding pre nuptial event put up by the son of the wedding family knowing that I shoot hijras I was invited ..and I did not stay for too long this is the most memorable hiras set after Simran Transgender birthday party set..
It shows the life of the performing hijras their struggle to make ends meet with professional dignity human grace..
They dont get paid at all by the person who invites them but the collection of money from the crowds is what they earn for a living.
They get food they carry their own drinks that they gulp in the public lavatory..or sometimes the local dons offer them the drinks for a nominal satisfaction you know the rest.. refusal means gang rape battered bruised .. body and soul.
They perform free take a chance..
The Hijra Dancing Performers at Weddings
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My religiosity has nothing to do with what I shoot like or dislike I respect the pig in the gutter too.. he has a right to live and nobody can take away that right from him save the butcher ..
I should not be judged by the pictures I shoot , I shoot what I see what triggers my soul more than a human being I am a poet I am not a bigot.. or a racist..I live I let others live too in their worlds.
This was a blank post I bought it forward and I am blogging my angst I dont have to give a disclaimer nor have I too prove that I am better or a lousy Muslim that final judgement God will make.. Muslims may or may not like hijras does not form part of my treatise on the documentation and their lives and I dont think any publishing house will approach me for my blogs as long as I am alive after my death all my blogs will be deleted my last and Akhri wish to my children.
So I shoot hijras and pimp my hijra blogs and other blogs on Facebook and Twitter and a bit on Blogspot.
I was lucky to have shot all this I was lucky I had my camera I dont leave home without my camera..
This was the first time I shot these performing hijras they perform at poor Muslim weddings or the middle income one.. most of the new era Tablighi Miyas dont like them has nothing to with their way of earning a livelihood.
You have to see this entire set at Flickr to understand the hijra pain the sufferings and their travails they are men but entrapped by fate in a bottle as women.
My three year old grand daughter a serious photographer has watched the hijras as she toddled her way through life and she has shot the hijra last year many frames during Bakra Eid.
Strangely like me she can spot the hijra is part of her intuitive response to life and hereafter..
The hijras of this lot Reshma Farah knew my grand daughter from the time she sat perched on my waist and hijras dont scare Marziya Shakir at all..
When Marc De Clercq my dear friend came to outr house recently he gave her two picture post cards one of a Malang the other of a Hijra .. after he left Marziya asked me Dad yeh Woh Hai
I nodded my head..sometimes she becomes my guru.. though she does not treat me as her Guru at all and pays allegiance to a white man who gave her a Nikon D 80 as a Hanukkah present an American Brooklyn Jew connected to a Shia Indian Muslim family.
Marziya Shakirs Guru is Manhattan's Dr Glenn Losack MD..
Marziya Shakir photographerno1 is 3 and a half years old..
The Dancing Hijdas of Lal Mitti Bandra
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Update
As I am upstanding my hijra blogs ths was a series I shot during a neighbors wedding and though I had an opportunity to shoot this event again I missed it.. but among all the hijra events this wedding performing hijra event is close to my heart as a poet and as a street photographer.
The hijras of this lot are poor but with vulnerable dreams they are drunk too disillusioned and the only money they get is what the crowds give including grabbing their vacuous tits by drunks pinching of their buttocks it is a horrifying experience sometimes they are also gang raped sodomized ..
Because this was at Bandra and the main performer a bit tipsy was from this area it was nostalgic and a beautiful moment..
Firoze Shakir
Hijra Chronicler
20 May 2011
I start a short new series part of my Hijda blogs at my Flickr photo stream , the hijra performers of Bandra Lal Mitti .. which is close to Bandra Reclamation.The performers were led by Reshma hijda and Farah hijda.
There was a wedding function, near my house, and the brides family had put up this event for their friends neighbors and relatives.
The hijdas were in very high spirits, the brides brother and his friends were having a ball, I shot this for about an hour and quickly made a hasty retreat..
This was a very exciting event and one of the ways of a hijdas livelihood..
They earn every penny thrown at them..
They did the Mujra dance too..
Simran Dancer Brazilian Samba
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There are a handful of hijra dancers that would put all Bollywood choreographers to shame and if the Hijra dancer entered Bollywood the Bollywood high paid over rated choreographers would have to shut shop... I say this with conviction.. I am not dancer but yes I do the Kaif the whirling trance of the Sufis ..
There are three dancers in Hijraland totally mystifying and they are Gina Khushi from Mumbai and transgender Simran.
They are unique sheer ecstasy to watch even if you have two left feet..I am not a writer being a poet of sorts so its tough describing in words the mystery of the hijra dance..
I have been lucky I shot Simran Gina and Khushi from Mumbai over the years..dancing their way into poets hearts too.
I have been lucky I shot the Hijra mujra dance the hijra snake dance the Hijra Yellamma devdasi dance ..
Even my guru Laxmi Narayan Tripathi is a gifted Oddissi Bharatnatyam dancer classical to the core.
I have shot the Rajasthani hijra dance too.
The best hijra dance takes place privately I have shot this mostly at Haji Malang and though I was not allowed to use flash I shot it to the best of my ability.
The hijra dance at Gopal Haji hijra sandal before the procession is beautiful with Babita mother of hijra children Mona and Nandini taking center stage.
I have not had the opportunity of shooting the hijra bar dancers at work but I shall shortly.. very soon.
Hijra birthday parties is about dance no booze no drugs just hijra dance and uninhibited trance and joy.
Salma the hijra activist is a sublime Indian classical dancer and the other person I dont know her name from Pune is a Lavini hijra dancer.I have shot her extensively at Haji Malang.
The older lot of Hijra gurus are classical hijra gharana dancers and play Indian classical instruments too the harmonium ..there are hijra s who play the sitar and sarod too,.
The most amazing out of the world acrobatic to the core is Gina after that Khushi and finally in the same breath Simran dancer.
Hijras do the cabaret dance too I shot Muskaan at the All India Hijda Sammelan..
And all this hijra essence of dance I have captured from their body language and stories they told me..
Heena is a good hijra dancer too Megha Naina Raveena Balan to name a few..
The hijra Siddi dancer Zeenat and Basanti the gypsy hijra dancers are sights to see when they dance at Ajmer during the Urus.
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