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having my breakfast before work at pahelvi irani restaurant bazar road bandra

the mobile phone fucked us all..

vodafone sucks .. at least at bandra hill road

the person you are trying to reach...is having a coconut on the beach

the person you are trying to reach...is having a coconut on the beach, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. leave him alone or he will break your bone

clothes hardly maketh a man

Fuck Photography I Shoot Poetry

Pro Bahrain Protest Mumbai's March of a Million

Hussain is Freedom - Hussain Suffers in Bahrain

He Is Hoping For An Apple to Fall On His Head.. Hunger and Gravity

Maein Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Udata Chala Gaya

They Built Houses On The Streets Because The System Looked The Other Way.. And To Have a Democracy You Need a Vote Bank

Yeh Hai Mumbai Meri Jan

The Blogger Hand Free Poetry

Producing Kids Turning them into beggars is an Indian National Pastime

my friday lunch..my burning barefeet

god unburdened himself by creating a woman on the soul of man..

The Dam Madar Malang Beggar Poet of Mumbai

A Human Dog Called Man

A Human Dog Called Man, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I could have rushed across and shot him head long , but the floor was burning and he shamed my own scorching barefeet .

And do you really think a man cares for another man, bullshit, I have shot so many beggars and perhaps they would see him if he was stark naked ,only to give him a cloth to cover his shame and move away.

This is street humanity in a nutshell.

I am not a anthropologist but yes I am a mind reader.

There is another hitch, most of the beggars with sever deformities are brought to such sites in hordes paid wholesale to beg, what they make at the end of the day is kept by the powerful beggar mafia in collusion with the authorities.

And mind you there is no overheads no investment ..this is the chakra of convenience at the expense of failed humanity.

I am not critical like some of my white friendly photographers.. I cannot curse or call a ritual madness , I cannot say what I shoot is rotten or against my …

Marziya Shakir and the Barefeet Blogger