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JJ Colony The Goatland Of Bandra For Bakra Idd

JJ Colony The Goatland Of Bandra For Bakra Idd, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 153,193 items / 1,191,988 views

This entire stretch from one end beginning near Noorani Masjisd lane , and right up to JJ Colony is temporary goat market for those living in and around Bandra.

And all these sellers mostly belong to the Bakarkasab community , as Bandra was upon a time the most famous abattoir of Mumbai later the abattoir shifted to Deonar , which is the largest goat cattle market , and Bakra Idd time all the merchants from various parts of the country bring their herds for sale.

I loved going to Deonar to shoot the exotic dumbas Chinese goats and rare lambs but I stopped going there since almost a decade..I shoot JJ colony goat market and promote it too as most of the people butcher community are humble folks and known to me..
I buy my goat on the day of Bakra Idd from my friend Ebu Bhai , the goat is slaughtered there and the meat bought home distributed to friends and the…

The Magic of 90 - Happy Birthday Mr KG Maheshwariji

The Magic of 90 - Happy Birthday Mr KG Maheshwariji, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 209,858 items / 1,731,088 views

1 Lord, you have been our dwelling place
throughout all generations.
2 Before the mountains were born
or you brought forth the whole world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

Psalm 90:17 Or beauty

ap ke
kadmon tale
hamari zindagi
apki duaen
apki sadgi
kal aur aj bhi
ap se ilm
batora
harbar ji
hame
is layak
banaya
yeh apka
ashirwad
maheshwariji
sada khush rahe
ap aur apka
parivar bhi
khamoshi
ki intiha
yeh hai
apka pyar
hamari
kamyabi
is par
us par bhi
bandh
darwaze
kholna
ap hain
hamare
kismet
ki chabi

In humility and gratitude
the greatest master of all time
my guru dronacharyaji

Pav Bhaji Juhu Beach

Pav Bhaji Juhu Beach, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.


From Wikipedia

Pav Bhaji (Marathi: पाव भाजी) is a fast food dish that originated in Marathi cuisine, and is native to Maharashtra and is popular in most metropolitan areas in India, particularly in Pune.[1] Pav in Marathi means a small loaf of bread. The word has been derived from Portuguese pão (lit., "bread"). Bhaji in Marathi means vegetable dish. Pav bhaji consists of bhaji (a thick potato-based curry) garnished with coriander, chopped onion and a dash of lemon and baked pav. The pav is usually buttered on all sides.


The origin of this dish is traced to the heyday of the textile mills in Mumbai. The mill workers used to have lunch breaks too short for a full meal, and a light lunch was preferred to a heavy one, as the employees had to return to strenuous physical labor after lunch. A vendor created this dish using items or parts of other dishes available on the menu.[citation needed] Roti or rice was …

The Season of Goats Bakra Idd

The Season of Goats Bakra Idd, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. All over Bandra kids are moving about with their prize possession , goats for the slaughter for Bakra Idd , those who are vane , showoffs will buy the most expensive goats , the dumbas even camels , but very few think of using part of the money to buy a goat for the poor or give the money saved to a widows or orphanage .. Its all about big bucks , sad to say..

Deonar is the Mumbai goat market but local markets too have come up , I stopped going to Deonar it is too far , and some butchers dont like photography,I shoot close to home near JJ Colony from where on the day of Idd itself early in the morning we will buy a goat have it cut at Ebu bhai's butcher shop.. there is an arrangement in the compound of our building but we avoid it .. far too messy..

I will miss Marziya Shakir my grand daughter she is out of Mumbai she loves shooting the goats being slaughtered I prefer shooting the bulls being slaught…

Haroons Dumba Goat Chinckpokli Road Bandra

Haroons Dumba Goat Chinckpokli Road Bandra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Haroon is late Abdul Ghani butchers son, and sells bakras or goats on Chinchpokli Lane Bandra near Gonsalves Wadi, Haroon leaves his auto driving job to help his mother in the goat selling business during Bakra Idd.

This is his white dumba goat that has been offered Rs 50000 but Haroon is waiting for a better offer and whatever the hype generated by the latest imported Chinese goats at Deonar the Dumba is the best choice for Kurbani if you have the money and the inclination.

Years back I would go and shoot the Goat mela at the Deonar Slaughter house with Haroon but I lost interest completely I prefer shooting close to home and my dislocated wrist because of the lep has erupted with diabetic ulcers , so I avoid crowds I shot these pictures in morning while going to my work space.


Update

3 Nov 2011
This year Haroon was complaining the goat market has shot up as there is scarcity of goats , so he…

besides darkness death and despair i have nothing to upload

besides darkness death and despair i have nothing to upload, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 176,863 items / 1,385,032 views

accidentally
we are born
tragically
we must go
where
no one knows
leaving
this paradise
friends and foes
the arc lights
worldly show
to another
planet
where perhaps
hope
fruitfully grows
a laden bough
images
the camera
of life
suddenly
shutter fails
the final blow
marked exit
from one door
through
another door
leading
into a vast ocean
of darkness
where the soul
watches in silence
wave after wave
lash eternity
mock mortality
recklessly roar
a void
a vacuous
poetic moment
million light years
away from the shore
levitating lyrically
your feet
no more
touch the floor
a dog
his wolfish bark
his unending pain
on the soul of
an arbor
painfully
out pours
only as memories
in poems we store
while we weep
we shed tears
the soul of humanity
pneumatically snores

to anthony posey and randy der

The Arab Dream Finally Comes To An End

The Arab Dream Finally Comes To An End, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 176,864 items / 1,385,158 views


The Arab dream of ruling the soul of humanity as dictators depots tyrants finally comes to an end.

with petro
dollars
overworking
oil wells
they thought
they could
get away as
dictators
tyrants
warlords
despots
rule
over the
soul of humanity
in every possible way
torching the soul
of freedom
of speech gagging
the voice of hope
on the blood
of the innocent
they preyed
today destiny
gives evidence
they lie trampled
by their
own selfish greed
doomsday
the children
cybernetic
freedom fighters
through
facebook
twitter
peace and prayer
unleash
a fury
that burns
the arab dream
in the tyrants lair
games
of connivance
these warlords
played
with the support
of the greatest
king maker
on earth
the USA
being
friendly
with the
hungry tiger
does not pay
imperialistic
hegemony
the sole criteria
once again
colonizing us
in a different way
rest in peace
the curtain comes
down as the…

The Arab Dream Has Gone Sour

The Arab Dream Has Gone Sour, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. man and the state
at war human rights
trampled brutalized
by warlords kick
on their royal butts
finally shown the door
hope and humanity
self respect
human dignity
to restore
authoritative
dictatorial
hate spewing
inhuman
tyrannizing
their citizens
with an iron hand
bullets guns
blood and gore
the super human
will of the people
has bought
the lofty to the floor
allaahu akbar
god is great
justice
liberty
equality
a new path
explore
breaking
the chains
of slavery
a call you
cant ignore
freedom
its resonance
the only
ultimate cure

Dam Madar Malang And The Irani Chai..

Dam Madar Malang And The Irani Chai.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. without
a passport
or a visa
i am all
over the world
blogging
here in
mumbai
no dreams
of denmark
or shanghai
on the wings
of my blogs
all over the
cyberspace
i fly
pictures
as poems
i live
i dream
i die
the sword
in my hand
cutting my head
ya hussain
i cry
man kunto maulah
ya ali ya ali
haq ali haq ali
reverberates
in dubai
foot soldier
of peace
my imagery
his not mine
spreading
his gospel
live let
others
live too
online
in moments
of silence
for her i pine
the diva
doleful
deceitful
but divine

Masquerade

Masquerade, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

A Photographers Tantric Eye

A Photographers Tantric Eye, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. A poet may or may not have this eye
Shivas tantric sight a camera eye
An eye possessing a vision
Beyond human eye
The photographer’s eye
Wordless poetry in pictures lie
A depth of field
An angle of focus
Beyond the circle of confusion
Perspective imply
Within the periphery
Of his imagination
Everything on earth
Everything in the sky
On the soul of his viewfinder
Passes by
Pictures captured in reply
Hit the bulls eye
Unlike the poet the photographer
Does not bitch and cry
But a good photographer
Is a better poet don’t ask me why
Wordless poetry images
Metaphoric historic from his minds eye
Free from hate and your shepherds pie
Deo et rege court of arms a thick black eye
Down under poet hooligans and yobos
Can kiss my multi colored ass goodbye

Jesus On Google+Has Me In His Circle We Both Will Miss Google Buzz

My Muse- Soul of My Hijra Poetry Khushi

My Muse- Soul of My Hijra Poetry Khushi, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 193,064 items / 1,524,302 views

I have shot a lot of transgender In India rich poor beautiful good ugly.. but if I ever was touched by culture, adab tehzeeb in a transgender it was Khushi, she is the most accomplished dancer , she dances in the winds and this trip I missed shooting her though she told me to stay back wait for and fly back to Mumbai with her but I politely refused , much as I am fond of her and her grace dignity charm.. and her friendship...pure pristine poetic and platonic..

This was the only sad note of my recently concluded Ajmer trip, Khusi has her own chauffeur driven car, and lives comfortably with a mother she loves and adores.

She sent me pictures on my mobile that I uploaded at Facebook...

She had invited to me to a show last Saturday where she was performing but I could not imagine going to Mumbra on my weak legs at 11 pm..

And her only wish is to come to my house meet m…

Sanjay Nirupams Greatest Show On Earth Juhu Beach Chhath Puja 2011

Sanjay Nirupams Greatest Show On Earth Juhu Beach Chhath Puja 2011

Yahoo Mail Is Regressive And An Everlasting Nightmare

Yahoo Mail Is Regressive And An Everlasting Nightmare, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I am a Yahoo subscriber since the very time I came on the Internet , I use Yahoo too access my Flickr account , and Yahoo Help is the worst in terms of customer care , it is pathetic and trying to get Help through
help.yahoo.com/contact/index is no help at all.. I give up ..

I think Google products are more amicable internet friendly and Google Mail the very best , I regret the day I added Yahoo Mail to my profile my pain began and it continues ..

Trying to get in touch with Yahoo Agent is trying to find a rusty needle in a haystack, I am supposed to give security questions I dont remember so my message to Yahoo customer care does not go through .. God Help me from Yahoo..

I would like to connect my existing Flickr pro account with Gmail but I am scared if I make a mistake I will lose it I have over 200000 images at Flickr.com at my photo stream.,.

I dont know what to do...

Because I Am a Poet I See Shoot Pictures Differently

Because I Am a Poet I See Shoot Pictures Differently, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. who
really cares
a fuck what
you shoot
they tell me
barefeet
i shoot
the poor
the beggars
the hijras
the dark tunnel
of humanity
light will come
one day
lets hope
wait and see
people buy
rich toys
but wont
give a coin
what a pity
tears on the soul
of our fucked
psychosomatic
conscience
god have mercy
what i shoot
in humility
are pictures
my pathos
my passion
my poetry

Fruits of The Loom

Fruits of The Loom, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. chhath puja
appeasing
chhath maiya
the sun god
flowers in bloom
happiness all around
a day that ends gloom
spirituality of peace
fruits of the loom

My Pictures Are About The Nameless Who Live On The Streets

My Pictures Are About The Nameless Who Live On The Streets, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 176,866 items / 1,385,781 views

born
forgotten
held captive
in the soul
of a camera
cute hardy
petite not
bothered
about success
or defeat
only the next
morsel
if and when
it comes
they will eat
a craving
stomach
humongous hunger
silky sweaty heat
disheveled
hair dirty body
soul unsullied
children of a god
who has forgotten
them no remedy
i capture moments
of their life moments
vacuous incomplete
sometimes they have
slippers i am barefeet
poems for my thoughts
my soul wearied
on the soul of a poet
in words copied
what you see
is what you read

The Pain of A Child

The Pain of A Child, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. pictures frames
within frames
as they slide
move forward
backward
caught in a grid
a moment
i captured
on the soul
of my cosmic
consciousness
before it slid
i caught
the pain of an adult
in the soul of a kid
within the meshes
of innocence camouflaged
well hid i almost skid
a pain like a spark
from her pain
into my pain
entered the doors
of my eyelids
a poetic pause
as it backslid
why do men
infect their
perversion
on the innocence
of little children
even babies and kids
a crime not just
humanity
but god forbids


dedicated to onir

Am Admi

Am Admi, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 176,868 items / 1,385,804 views

kehne ke liye
sapna jo netaji ne
dikhaya sunhera tha
ungli par siyai lagane
ke bad kuch nahi badla
wohi ghuta hua gam
wohi ganghor andhera tha
jis pe mohr lagai thi
us chehre ke peeche
koie dusra chehra tha
kambakht waqt tehra tha
am admi ke gale
main katon ka har
netahji ke sar
par resham ka
sehra tha
age peeche
commando
ka pehra tha
aur chamchon
ke hathon main
netaji ki party
ka pherera tha

yeh bat aur hai ke netaji paydashi lutera tha

vote for democracy sometimes is a vote for corruption and scams..

ghav bada gehra tha...

I Shoot What I See

I Shoot What I See, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. in the orbs
of children s eyes
a poets
doomed destiny
both the children
the poet enslaved
pretending
to be free
but bound
like waves
in an ocean
holding
a pond
a stream
a river
a sea
upheavals
rise fall
the story
of humanity
to be
or wish
not to be

Maine Bachon Se Poocha

Maine Bachon Se Poocha, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. maine in bachon se poocha
bachon bade hokar tum kya bana chahoge
bacchon ne mere camere se mohit hokar jawab diya

uncle hum apki trah photographer banna chahenge
maine pareshan hokar unhe bataya ke meri trah photography
se ap kadke reh jayenge apke bacche bhuke mar jayenge
woh thoda ghabraye phir jawab diya uncle kam se
kam ham logon ka dil bhaelayenge photo 'khickar
aman ki asha pahlayenge picture ke zariye
logon ko kahaniya sunayenge hume nahi banna hai netaji
na cricketer na sharukh khan ...ham apne dukh ko bhulakar
doosron ka dukh hateyenge paisiwale toh nahi ham
ache insan kehlayenge ...sachai dikhaeyenge

humne kaha bachon sachaie dikhaoge
toh befuzool hawalat main bandh ho jaoge
kal yug hai zamana kharab hai sachaie
dikhaoge to khub mar khaoge apne ap
ko pehchan nahi poage teacher ya master bano
usi main tumhari bhalie hai age nikal jaoge
aur bachon ka mustakbil banoage
woh nam kamayenge unke hirday m…

Apki Khubsurti Waqt Mita Na Saka

Apki Khubsurti Waqt Mita Na Saka, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. woh thoda muskurayi
unse raha na gaya
yad ayi us zamane ki
joh kaha na gya
mere jumle sunkar
ankh se ansu gira
unka beeta hua gham
unse saha na gaya

A Gift To Shri Balasaheb Thackeray From A Barefeet Blogger Of Mumbai

A Gift To Shri Balasaheb Thackeray From A Barefeet Blogger Of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 176,921 items / 1,386,311 views

not only
the hindus
hirday samrat
a samrat
of all indians
beyond caste
color creed
or community
most sought
holistically
healing
the poor
mans lot
trying
to save
mother india
from scams
corruption
inherent rot
those who rob
this golden pot
will never stand justice
will never get caught
he does not hate
muslims only
the anti national bigot
time of calamity
always on the spot
a message
i send from one
poet to another
a flower of peace
my camera lens
captured
as a poem
somewhat