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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 poor ..
Kids love showing off with their newly bought goats take it for walks , and the goats pompously walk the ramp of life , not aware that their death is imminent .. and even Death cant save them from Death ..
Jamnapuri brand is touted as best goat meat some of the goats cost a bomb the rich folks buy it , this year the prices of the goats have shot up so the poor who cant afford goats buy a bull that is shared between a few families ..
Shooting the slaughter of the bull is what excites me as a photographer , as the animal is huge and technique is required more than strength..the goats are easier but because the demand for butchers is greater than supply those who dont know how to slaughter goats become butchers for three days of Kurbani.. and the poor animal suffers in death too..
I shoot the Idd namaz and than cover the slaughter around my area .. shooting the bull slaughter is tough as the butchers dont like photographers , so I will speak to some top Muslim leader and than try to shoot the same in some other area not mine.. Where I live it is mostly goat kurbani..
Haroon my friend of Chinchpokli lane Gonsalves wadi has a hangout that serves as a goat shelter where he sells goats of different sizes and different prize range..
Thursday, November 3, 2011
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The Magic of 90 - Happy Birthday Mr KG Maheshwariji, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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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
kal aur aj bhi
ap se ilm
sada khush rahe
ap aur apka
us par bhi
In humility and gratitude
the greatest master of all time
my guru dronacharyaji
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. 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. Roti or rice was replaced with pav and the curries that usually go with Indian bread or rice were amalgamated into just one spicy concoction, the 'bhaji'. Initially, it remained the food of the mill-workers. With time the dish found its way into restaurants and spread over Central Mumbai and other parts of the city via the Udipi restaurants. 
Such is the popularity of this dish, that it is common to find it on the menu of most Indian restaurants serving fast food in Asia (especially Singapore, Hong Kong), America, UK (London), Switzerland and elsewhere.
The recipe for Pav bhaji varies greatly as it is essentially a fast food dish to be prepared quickly. The general procedure for making the bhaji remains the same. Potatoes are mashed on a flat griddle ( tava ), and made into a thick gravy after adding diced tomatoes, finely grilled onion, green peas and chopped capsicum (green bell pepper). Other assorted vegetables like cauliflower and carrots are added. Garlic too is added at times to spice it up. A special blend of spices simply called the pav bhaji masala is added to this thick gravy. The gravy is then allowed to simmer on the pan for a few minutes and is served hot in a flat dish with a tablespoon of butter on top.
The pav is heated on the griddle and buttered generously. The Bhaji is garnished with coriander and diced onions.
In restaurants some more varieties are available including;
Cheese Pav Bhaji, in which the bhaji had an additional garnishing of cheese
Paneer Pav Bhaji, Prepared with paneer(cottage cheese) as one of the ingredients in the bhaji along with the vegetables.
Mushroom Pav Bhaji, with mushrooms as one of the ingredients in the bhaji along with the vegetables.
Khada Pav Bhaji, ('खडा'). Vegetables are not mashed, but small pieces cooked with masala gravy.
Jain Pav Bhaji, replacing the potatoes with unripe bananas, as the Jains do not eat potatoes. Onion and Garlic is not added either.
Kathyawadi Pav Bhaji with buttermilk, eaten particularly in the state of Gujarat.
Dryfruit Pav Bhaji with added dry fruits.
Punjab di Pav Bhaji, eaten in parts of Punjab and Haryana. The drink of choice to go along with it is often lassi.
A Versatile Dish
It can be eaten as a snack or as a meal in itself. It is often eaten as an evening snack between lunch and dinner, particularly in western India. In this part, Pav bhaji is available on hand carts and at kiosks. It is also available in hotels and eateries serving fast food. In recent years, Pav bhaji is also consumed as a light evening meal, and is also a party favorite.
 In popular culture and media
Sanjay Dutt played the role of a pav bhaji vendor in the Hindi movie Vaastav.
In the Telugu film Dubai Seenu, Ravi Teja and his friends opened a pav bhaji stand on the road in Mumbai, India.
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 slaughtered..
The bull is slaughtered as many pool in in and share the sacrifice and the meat too..
I will shoot the Idd Namaz and than the slaughtering in my area..
This Bakra Idd will be the first one of my other granddaughter Nerjis Asif Shakir and the latest entrant Zaira Saif Shakir..my youngest sons daughter.
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.
3 Nov 2011
This year Haroon was complaining the goat market has shot up as there is scarcity of goats , so he has not bought much stock , his favorite is the Jamunapuri goat I shot today he was selling it for Rs 15000.. huge guy with a rolling tongue.. and highly robust too..
besides darkness death and despair i have nothing to upload, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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we are born
we must go
no one knows
friends and foes
the arc lights
a laden bough
the final blow
from one door
into a vast ocean
where the soul
watches in silence
wave after wave
million light years
away from the shore
touch the floor
his wolfish bark
his unending pain
on the soul of
only as memories
in poems we store
while we weep
we shed tears
the soul of humanity
to anthony posey and randy der
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The Arab dream of ruling the soul of humanity as dictators depots tyrants finally comes to an end.
get away as
soul of humanity
in every possible way
torching the soul
of speech gagging
the voice of hope
on the blood
of the innocent
they lie trampled
own selfish greed
peace and prayer
the arab dream
in the tyrants lair
with the support
of the greatest
does not pay
the sole criteria
in a different way
rest in peace
the curtain comes
down as they say
a new country
a virus on the way
a new cast
a Broadway play
bahrain syria tunisia egypt libya yemen saudi arabia cyclonic winds of change dark and gray
for once hussain is humanity a fight against yazidi terrorism...death and decay
man and the state
at war human rights
by warlords kick
on their royal butts
finally shown the door
hope and humanity
with an iron hand
blood and gore
the super human
will of the people
the lofty to the floor
god is great
a new path
a call you
or a visa
i am all
over the world
on the wings
of my blogs
all over the
in my hand
cutting my head
man kunto maulah
ya ali ya ali
haq ali haq ali
his not mine
for her i pine
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
Within the periphery
Of his imagination
Everything on earth
Everything in the sky
On the soul of his viewfinder
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
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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 my family and she wants Marxziya Shakir to shoot her.
And she is the beginning the end for me as photographer who documents the androgynous soul of the hijra as humanity..
At Haji Malang Urus I protected her from being touched by lafangas roadside romeos .. almost beating a few and not that Khushi cant take care of herself she is Karate champion too..
And the morning is not yet over views on my pictures at Flickr.com is over 24000 ...
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, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
a fuck what
they tell me
the dark tunnel
light will come
wait and see
give a coin
what a pity
tears on the soul
of our fucked
god have mercy
what i shoot
My Pictures Are About The Nameless Who Live On The Streets, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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in the soul
of a camera
only the next
if and when
they will eat
silky sweaty heat
hair dirty body
children of a god
who has forgotten
them no remedy
i capture moments
of their life moments
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
as they slide
caught in a grid
on the soul
of my cosmic
before it slid
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
on the innocence
of little children
even babies and kids
a crime not just
but god forbids
dedicated to onir
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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
ka pehra tha
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...
in the orbs
of children s eyes
both the children
the poet enslaved
to be free
in an ocean
not to be
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 main
tum kabhi na kabhi yad aoge
phoolo phalo doodoh nahoge
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 photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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of all indians
those who rob
this golden pot
will never stand justice
will never get caught
he does not hate
the anti national bigot
time of calamity
always on the spot
i send from one
poet to another
a flower of peace
my camera lens
as a poem
posted at Facebook I too wanted to Raise my Hands to God But Alas Both my hands were gone .. No I will never play gully cricket...
Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
Ek Shahenshah Ne Banake Yeh Haseen Tajmahal Ham Gareebon Ki Mohabbat Ka Udaya Hai Mazak.. , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Fli...
Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...