My Shoes Cause Me a Lot of Pain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I wear ankle length socks because of diabetic feet , I wore slipper earlier but mostly walked barefeet for several years , I detested shoes for me shoes was the worst form of slavery , my feet were never born to be held captive ..
And than this December my life changed drastically I entered a corporate world with a Sufi Dam Madar Attitude of spirituality and mind..
After work when I come home I am in the most grueling pain , a pain that becomes unbearable I am tired too I hit the sack, wake up at odd hours for dinner and to blog..
I had a masseur guy Bhura but my BB got stolen so I lost all important numbers ..and so saif my youngest son presses my feet to relieve me of my pain..
Fridays I become a Malang my weekly off and I get wings I fly..
I Don Not Say Fuck Shoes Anymore .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Shiva is a humble polite down to earth pun intended , cobbler friend of mine , he is a good friend since my new job demands shoes .. and the only time I say Fuck Shoes is on Friday , my weekly off , I once again dress up as a quintessential Dam Madar Malang that I am and wander the streets ..my camera is the beggar bowl that shoots pain captures the angst of restless human society that includes hijras beggars too..
Much before Shiva was born I worked on this street and at one time had my own fashion outlet on 29 th road off Water field road, my children grew up on this road and both my sons Asif and Saif studied at St Theresa High School close to late Mr Sunil Dutts office..
Late Mrs Nargis Dutt was very fond of me as I worked at Burlingtons and had done Dutt Saabs clothes for Sangram..I was close to late Mr Sultan Ahmed Saab..there was a time I altered all the suits that Dutt Saab bought from the …
Alex Paints Bandra Bazar Road, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Alex has painted some aesthetic murals on the walls of Bandra Bazar Road specifically Boran Road extension , he is doing all this with his own money..he is an artist and through the medium of paint is sharing his vision of a world without borders , just love no war .. no hate ..
Hijras Children of a Lesser God poem, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. A new lot of Hijdas have taken over the Turner Road Traffic Signal, I met them yesterday while going to work, Laxmi the Beggar Hijda who kept this signal running with her kind face has stopped coming here , and I guess its their head or Guru who controls and tells them where they beg.. The Turner Road Signal is a prestigious begging point, and the arterial road leads to four distinct points of Bandra.. However the Turner Road beggar kids give the Hijdas a tough time moving in for the kill as the kids really are faster on their feet, semi naked and the little tots completely naked. Their mothers play cards across the road, food is leftovers from the nearby Stomach restaurant. The Eunuchs eat from the street stalls mostly the Bombay staple food called the Batata Wada ..which is potato pancake in bread and green chutney…
a new fresh crop a new lot of Hijdas beg at the Turner Road Traffic Signal now morning…
Christmas Cheer, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. traffic signal beggar boy Christmas cheer a life imprisoned in a drop of tear his cry the world has no time to hear the world busy shopping for a happy new year vehicular traffic of pain as it draws near joy happiness pass by disappear birth life death karmic punishment to mock and sneer
The Future of The Beggar Hijras, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. the future of the beggar hijdas very bleak a helping hand a soothing hand from our erstwile government and society they seek no leaders to represent them in the parliament but yes so much hijda speak blessed said the messiah are the underprivileged the meek wallowing in the gutter aspiring for the peak hit them on the face they give you the other cheek
Kamal Trivedi wanted me to copy a pair of Behmen Jeans , instead I told him to go fr a pair of breeches and a hand stitched embroidered waist coat , and Kamal followed my sartorial instincts and it worked .. all this at my new workplace..
So today after work Kamal desired to meet my family and so we walked down Waterfield Road and entered Bandra Bazar road, the first thing that Kamal saw was this banner promoting Hussain Peace and Humanity , he requested me to send him a copy of the banner instead I shot Kamal with the banner overhead..
He was excited seeing Badra Bazar Road specially the Garbage dump that has become a tourist spot, I shot him on this dump and the rest of the pictures were shot at home some by me , some by my 4 year old grand daughter Marziya Shakir worlds youngest street photographer and a few by my y…