Saturday, March 31, 2012

I Thought I Would Never Post Her Pictures But I Succumb To Her Charm

Nerjis Asif Shakir is my camera loving grand daughter , she turned 8 month recently and the day my wife told me she had a serous health related problem , my world crashed becuse we both are Malangs , mystics or whatever you understand by this term.. we relate to each other through the poetry of Life .

I disabled public views of her pictures here at Flickr and other places on the net.

Nerjs Asif Shakir I baptized as the Google+ kid as she was launched on Google+ the very second she was born and her picture clicked and sent to me by my eldest son..father of the youngest street photographer Marziya Shakir too.

Its been about a few weeks that Nerjis Asif Shakir fought and almost overcame her illness , but is weak and vulnerable .. we all at home are careful dont touch he without washing our hands..

We give her space and she is the only crawler in our house , mind you I have another pretty grand daughter Zaira Saif Shakir .. the prettiest in our Shakir family.. daughter of my second son.

Nerjis Asif Shaki waits for me to come from work..lunch time is limited and when I see her she is asleep so late in the evening I play with her , take her down and she wont begin her session without drooling all over the Canon EOS 7D.

She knows the camera , and I assist her press her fingers on the trigger and so the camera will never be an alien entity to her childs consciousness.

Marziya Shakir too began her tryst with the camera as a toddler began shooting pictures since she was 2 year old.

My only daughter my son in law , my wife my sons and daughter in laws are all adept with the camera ..

And I am learning photography for the first time teaching this 8 month old child who will one day be my Photo Guru.. the master of my photography and destiny too..

And I dedicate this post to my Google+ friend Jack C Crawford ..

Friday, March 30, 2012

Amchi Mumbai

the badly fucked common man of india..

pictures are evolving every second on the streets ..

a car humping a

God God Bola Marathi Bola..

Hakim Saab Medicine Man ..Unani Medicine

The Common Man of India not a page 3 icon..

i shoot poems as fleeting moments in rhyme and time

fuck the world.. leave me alone

the house where pain lives happily with peace

pigeons that live here cannot fly welcome to Slumbai Mumbai

The Street Slums of Mumbai...

this is the city where i live...the soul of governance it wont forgive

the silhouette of the hijab

the indian man works without complain.. he carries another mans pain

On Your Mark Sets Go..

man is a withering tree broken branches fucked roots

god cursed woman the day she was born her pain has yet not gone

the cobbler wont shed tears on his leaders who let him down..

beggars at haji ali keep in touch on the mobile phone no big deal if he is using one

the bhaiyya ...has stopped seeing elephants going berserk in parks and breaking statues in his dreams

falling in love ruined me forever ...

it might sound strange but pictures wait for me to be shot...a pact between me god and a cosmic plot

this is a house without a roof windows or doors ...only a public floor

man was born in a cage lives in a cage dies in a cage ..he surely is not in gods image

i shoot prisoners of fucked karmic destiny ...

you can go ahead and fuck me i am immune to pain..

the muslim beggar was born crippled much before he entered his mothers womb

i shoot walls...bedraggled dreamless human dolls silent steps as footfalls

you can only see my world if you close your eyes.. i shoot darkness and despair

I was initiated into street photography...because poetry demanded I shoot it too

Moghul Masjid Iranian Mosque Mumbai

he is represented by people in parliament who became millionaires overnight he will always be where he is

i fell in love she skinned me and than blew me away..seeds of wrath

man is mans greatest enemy on earth.. hate that he bought to earth..

i stopped dabbling and destroying the soul of my pictures .. i refuse to shoot black and white

My Pictures Tell Multiple Stories ...

The Silhouette of the Hijab

Life is on the Move...Crowded and Aloof.. A House Without a Roof

The Rich and The Poor Woman of India..The Great Divide

The Hijab Is a Protective Shield..

The Hand Cart Pushers of Mumbai

The Muslims of Uttar Pradesh Trust Mr Mulayam Singh..He Gave Them Hope He Gave Them Wings

perhas the muslims of uttar pradesh
dont trust mullahs imams
who join the political bandwagon
for personal gain no other thing
build malls buy property
live like kings ..with every new
government that comes to power
a new song sing,,,to power
position as chamchas they cling
divide the community stones
they fling.. being a muslim
but called a shia sunni
sectarianism hate
the greatest curse
above all things
being an Indian
proud of our destiny
jai hind

welcome to the next five years of dirt and filth in mumbai...

from here come flowers that are placed at the feet of our lord..

dadar flower market the dirtiest filthiest place on earth..

defacing the soul of poetry

we love piddling our angst
on white washed walls
we dig our nose
we love scratching our balls
our armpits the stench
of open gutter in crowded trains
sanity we love to assault
we are born hypocrites
in others we love to find faults
we love to break rules
fuck the traffic signal
of life over speeding
we dont halt
drink drive kill
on fresh wounds
we sprinkle salt

har kahani main interval ke bad twist hota hai..picture nahi chali toh producar rota hai

The Chador

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A chādor or chādar (Persian: چادر‎) is an outer garment or open cloak worn by many Iranian women and female teenagers in public spaces. Wearing this garment is one possible way in which a Muslim woman can follow the Islamic dress code known as ḥijāb. A chador is a full-body-length semicircle of fabric that is open down the front. This cloth is tossed over the woman's or girl's head, but then she holds it closed in the front. The chador has no hand openings, or any buttons, clasps, et cetera, but rather it is held closed by her hands or tucked under the wearers arms.

Traditionally a light coloured or printed chador was worn with a headscarf (rousari), a blouse (pirahan), and a long skirt (damaan); or else a blouse & skirt or dress over pants (shalvar), and these styles continue to be worn by many rural Iranian women, in particular by older women. Historically in urban locations, the female's face was covered with a long, rectangular white veil (a ruband, see also called a niqab) extending down from immediately below her eyes. On the other hand, in Iran the chador does not require the wearing of a veil. Inside the home, particularly for urban women, both the chador and the veil have been discarded and there women and teenagers wore cooler and lighter garments; while in modern times, rural women continue to wear a light-weight printed chador inside the home over their clothing during their daily activities. The chador is worn by most Iranian women regardless of whether they are Sunni or Shia, but is considered traditional to Persian Iranians with Iranians of other backgrounds wearing the chador or other traditional forms of attire. For example Arab Iranian women in Western and Southern Iran retain their Overhead Abaya which is similar to the overhead Abaya worn in Iraq, Kuwait, UAE, Bahrain and Saudi Arabia.
Before the Islamic Revolution, black chadors were reserved for funerals and periods of mourning. Light, printed fabrics were the norm for everyday wear. Currently. The majority of women who wear the chador reserve the usage of light colored chadors for around the house or for prayers. The only women who still go outside in urban areas in a light colored chador are elderly women of rural backgrounds and women from tribal backgrounds. It is considered inapprioriate for a young or middle aged woman to go outside in a colored or printed chador.
During the reign of the Shah of Iran, such traditional clothing was largely discarded by wealthier, urban, upper-class women in favor of modestly worn Western clothing, although women in small towns and villages continued to wear the chador.
Iranian women are not required by law to wear chadors. Many women do so for several reasons, religious piety, cultural tradition and respectability. However, other women also fulfill the government requirements by wearing a combination of a headscarf and a long overcoat which conceals her arms and legs. The overcoat is known by a French word, manteau. Some women wearing manteaus would also wear them for religious reasons.
Like the hijab, the chador has become popular among women in Islamist movements wishing to visibly identify themselves as Muslims and as an assertion of dignity and Islamic culture.[1]

Fadwa El Guindi, in her book on the history of hijab, locates the origin of the Persian custom in ancient Mesopotamia, where respectable women veiled, and servants and prostitutes were forbidden to do so. The veil marked class status, and this dress code was regulated by sumptuary laws.
This custom seems to have been adopted by the Persian Achaemenid rulers, who are said by the Graeco-Roman historian Plutarch to have hidden their wives and concubines from the public gaze.
The barbarous nations, and amongst them the Persians especially, are extremely jealous, severe, and suspicious about their women, not only their wives (hai gamētai), but also their bought slaves and concubines (pallakai), whom they keep so strictly that no one sees them abroad; they spend their lives shut up within doors (oikoi) and when they take a journey, are carried in closed tents, curtained on all sides, and set upon a wagon (harmamaxai).[2]
Note, however, that the wives are hidden in wagons and litters, that is, by purdah, not by chadors. There is no pictorial evidence for the chador before Islamic times. Wolfgang Bruhn and Max Tilke, in their 1941 A Pictorial History of Costume, do show a drawing, said to be copied from an Achaemenid relief of the 5th century BCE, of a woman with her lower face hidden by a long cloth wrapped around her head. This is evidence of veiling, but not of a chador.[3]
It is likely that the custom of veiling continued through the Seleucid, Parthian, and Sassanid periods, though there is little in the way of pictorial evidence for this. Upper-class Greek and Byzantine women were also secluded from the public gaze. El-Guindi believes that the Islamic hijab is a continuation of this ancient Mediterranean and Middle Eastern custom. Muslim women were to be veiled or secluded because it marked them as respectable, see Sex segregation and Islam.
It is not clear when the chador took the form in which it is currently known. European visitors of the 18th and 19th centuries have left pictorial records of women wearing the chador and the long white veil, but it is likely that the garment was worn long before that.
The 20th century Pahlavi ruler Reza Shah banned the chador and all hijab in 1936, as incompatible with his modernizing ambitions. According to Mir-Hosseini as cited by El-Guindi, "the police were arresting women who wore the veil and forcibly removing it." This policy outraged the Shi'a clerics, and ordinary men and women, to whom "appearing in public without their cover was tantamount to nakedness." Many women refused to leave the house in fear of being assaulted by Reza Shah's police. However, she continues, "this move was welcomed by Westernized and upperclass men and women, who saw it in liberal terms as a first step in granting women their rights." However, for regular, non-activist women, it amounted to torture and desecration of their religion and themselves. A few even committed suicide.[4]
Eventually rules of dress code were relaxed, and after Reza Shah's abdication in 1941 the compulsory element in the policy of unveiling was abandoned, though the policy remained intact throughout the Pahlavi era. According to Mir-Hosseini, 'between 1941 and 1979 wearing hejab [hijab] was no longer an offence, but it was a real hindrance to climbing the social ladder, a badge of backwardness and a marker of class. A headscarf, let alone the chador, prejudiced the chances of advancement in work and society not only of working women but also of men, who were increasingly expected to appear with their wives at social functions. Fashionable hotels and restaurants sometimes even refused to admit women with chador, schools and universities actively discouraged the chador, although the headscarf was tolerated. It was common to see girls from traditional families, who had to leave home with the chador, arriving at school without it and then putting it on again on the way home'.[5]
Beginning in 1980, a year after the revolution, the new government of Iran began to enforce wearing of hijab, but not the niqab (face veil). Iranian morality police enforced the hijab laws. The code was enforced most strictly in the years immediately following the revolution. With the cooling of revolutionary enthusiasm and increasing popular disenchantment with the theocratic regime, the rules of hijab have been largely eroded, in many ways only being a technicality among some women, who wear headscarves so far back on their heads it barely covers it, and often combined with makeup.

Thursday, March 29, 2012