Thursday, May 31, 2012

I Bow To My Peer ..Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan

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Syed Rafiq Ali Baba Masoomi Dam Madar Malang

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Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan My Peer Mentor And Spiritual Guide

The Malangs have dread heads about 30 feet in length .. they keep their dreads hidden from public.. I was lucky to shoot Syed Rafiq Ali Baba when he showed me his dreads first time in many years.

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Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan My Peer Mentor And Spiritual Guide

I had known Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan since many years , we were attracted to each other as human elements diverse and unique..I never imagined I would one day be initiated by him as a Dam madar Malang..

And it happened because a white man , wanted to become a Dam Madar Malang , he sought my advise and before he became a Malang I becama a Dam madar Malang too..

My friend is the humble prolific photographer documentarist Marc De Clercq .. from Ghent Belgium..

We are now Malang brothers and we speak in silence , he is younger than me but I am a student of photography as he is a master in his filed he shoots on Leica and Medium format on film..

He shoots and you wont know he is shooting you , he becomes a part of the backdrop and I cant be like him I stand out like a sore thumb among my own people .. but I am evolving I shoot and nowadays I am not aware that I am shooting..I become the silhouette of the darkness of mans soul..
Marc does not shoot beggars I thrive on pain I am a cactus that blooms once in some other lifetime and I say all this in the austerity of a beggar poet .. humility is the germ that grows nurtures my angst.

Before I call myself a Dam Madar Malang I am a Shia a follower of Imam Ali and Imam Hussain.. my two pillars my strength .. I cannot be anything without them.. this is the essence a drop of tear that fell from a mothers eye creating me .. I am a tear too.. and I am overflowing blood a stream that runs wild as it gushes out from my head.. my head is my Gangotri of pain..

I have to tell you that I was a Malang much before I became one I was cosmically attached to them ..and my set on the Dam Madar Malangs of Ajmer is my pictorial tribute to all of them..

Second in command to Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan is Syed Rafiq Ali Baba Masoomi ..he is like an older brother to me always encouraging me and inspiring me..

Than Baba Wahid who walks from one end of my country to the other end to reach Ajmer on foot and this time I visited him barefeet in the mountains .. I am always barefeet in Ajmer .. my respect to a Holy City of Peace Hope and Humanity.

I love shooting Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan he has been my photography subject I have shot him extensively , he is a very simple austere man, humble down to earth, caring and is a healer , he heals people possessed he is a powerful exorcist he hardly talks , people from every strata the rich the bold the politicians of every hue come touch his feet kiss his hand and go back leaving their darkness behind.

And this is my tribute to Peer Sayed Masoom Ali Shah Baba Malang Madari Asqan as a poet blogger photographer ..I come and live here as a fakir a beggar , people give me alms that I collect as a miser and hand it over to my Peer so that a more deserving beggar than me sees hope.

We meet once a year and I grow wings to come to this Char Yar Masjid cemetery to live with the Malangs and the dead that have their tombs here.

Of late I am addressed as Malang Baba by the Rafaees and it was for many years I documented the life of the Rafaee.

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yeh kya jadu kiya mere khwajah tumne zamane par ...

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through bits of sleep we learn the essence of death..

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i saw shiva at ajmer ..if you close your eyes god is everywhere

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the story of life ...dreaming palaces within ruins

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Tumhari Ek Karam Ki Nazar Garib Nawaz ...Lete Hi Nam Khwajah Ka Tufan Hat Gaya


Lete Hi Nam Khwajah Ka Tufan Hat Gaya

Lete Hi Nam Khwajah Ka Tufan Hat Gaya

Kashti main ake samandar simat gaya

Mere Khwajah ka Karam hai

Mere Khwajah ka Karam hai

Mere Khwajah ka Karam hai

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Kodak Moment ..

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The Eyes of Faith .. Follower of Ahle Bayth

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Ajmer City

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ajmer (pronounced [ədʒmeːr] ( listen)) is the 5th largest city in Rajasthan and is the centre of the eponymous Ajmer District. Ajmer has a population of around 800,000 (2011 census), and is located 135 kilometres (84 mi) west of Jaipur, the state capital, 274 km from Udaipur, 439 km from Jaisalmer, and 391 km from Delhi.
Ajmer is surrounded by the Aravalli Mountains. It is a pilgrimage centre for the shrine of the Sufi Saint Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti and is also the base for visiting Pushkar (11 km), an ancient Hindu pilgrimage city, famous for the temple of Brahma.
Contents [hide]
1 History
2 Geography
3 Climate
4 Transportation
4.1 Air
4.2 Rail
4.3 Road
4.4 Inter-city transport
5 Industry
6 Tourist sites
7 Education
8 Demographics
9 See also
10 References
11 External links
[edit]History

Main article: Ajmer region


Jahangir receives Prince Khurram at Ajmer on his return from the Mewar campaign
Ajmer (Sanskrit Ajayameru) was founded in the late 7th century A.D. by Dushyant Chauhan. The Chauhan dynasty ruled Ajmer in spite of repeated invasions by Turkic marauders from Central Asia across the north of India. Ajmer was conquered by Muhammad of Ghor, founder of the Delhi Sultanate, in 1193. However, the Chauhan rulers were allowed autonomy upon the payment of a heavy tribute to the conquerors. Ajmer remained subject to Delhi until 1365 when it was captured by the ruler of Mewar. In 1509, control of Ajmer was disputed between the Maharajas of Mewar and Marwar unitil it was conquered by the Marwar in 1532. The city was conquered by the Mughal emperor Akbar in 1559. In the 18th century, control passed to the Marathas.
In 1818 the British forced the Marathas to cede the city for 50,000 rupees whereupon it became part of the province of Ajmer-Merwara, which consisted of the districts of Ajmer and Merwara and were physically separated by the territory of the Rajputana Agency. Ajmer-Merwara was directly administered by the British Raj, by a commissioner who was subordinate to the Governor-General's agent for Rajputana. Ajmer-Merwara remained a province of India until 1950, when it became the Ajmer State.
Ajmer state became part of Rajasthan state on 1 November 1956.

Pushkar is about 11 kilometres from Ajmer and is an important tourist destination. It is famous for Pushkar Lake and the 14th century Brahma Temple at Pushkar, dedicated to Brahmā, according to the Padma Purāņa, Pushkar is the only place where Brahmā may be worshipped.[2] There is a general belief amongst Hindus that no pilgrimage to the four principal pilgrim centres (Char Dham) namely, Badrināth, Jagannāth, Rāmeshwaram and Dwarka, would be complete without a blessing that comes from bathing in the holy Pushkar Lake. Pushkar has 52 bathing ghats and many temples. Pushkar is also famous for its annual Pushkar Fair.
The Dargāh Sharīf of Khwāja Mu'īnuddīn Chishtī is situated at the foot of the Tārāgaṛh hill, and consists of several white marble buildings arranged around two courtyards, including a massive gate donated by the Nizām of Hyderabad and the Akbari Mosque, built by the Mughal emperor Shāh Jahān. It contains the domed tomb of the saint. Akbar and his queen used to come here by foot on pilgrimage from Agra every year in observance of a vow when he prayed for a son. The large pillars called "Kose ('Mile') Minar", erected at intervals of two miles (3 km) along the entire way between Agra and Ajmer mark the places where the royal pilgrims halted every day. It has been estimated that around 125,000 pilgrims visit the site every day.
Tārāgaṛh Fort, the fort guarding Ajmer, was the seat of the Chauhān rulers. It is reputed to be one of the oldest hill forts in India and the world. It was built by King Ajāypāl Chauhān on the summit of Tārāgaṛh Hill and overlooks Ajmer. The battlements run along the top of the hill. The walls are two miles (3 km) in circumference and the fort can only be approached by way of a very steep slope. When it fell to the British Raj, the fort was dismantled on the orders of Lord William Bentinck and was converted into a sanatorium for the British troops stationed at the garrison town of Nasirabad.
Adhāī Din Kā Jhonpdā, a Vaishnava Hindu temple built in 1153 and converted into a mosque by Quṭbuddīn Aybak in 1193, is situated on the lower slope of Tārāgarh hill. Aikbak's successor, Shams al-Din Iltutmish added to the mosque. It is noted for its double-depth calligraphy inscriptions, in the Naskh and Kufic scripts. Apart from the mosque, called Jāma' Iltutmish (pronounced Altamish locally), nearly the whole of the ancient temple has fallen into ruins, but the relics are still unsurpassed as examples of Hindu architecture and sculpture. Forty columns support the roof, but no two are alike and the ornaments are exceptional in their decorations.[3]
Magazine, the city's Museum, was once the residence of Prince Salīm, the son of the Emperor Akbar, and presently houses a collection of Mughal and Rajput armour and sculpture. This is the location from where Salīm, as the Emperor Jahāngīr read out the firman permitting the British East India Company to trade with India.


Lake Foysagar at sunset
Maqbara Shaikh Husain, houses the tomb of Khwaja Husain Chishty Rehamatullah Alaih (Shaikh Husain Ajmeri) who was the Peer of Ajmer Sharif Dargah in Emperor Akbar's Time, He was the great grandson of Khwaja Moinuddin Hasan Chishty Rehmatullah Alaih, his tomb was built in 1637-1638 by Khwaja Alauddin Chishty and Sajjadanashin Hazrat Khwaja Moinuddin
Mayo College was founded in 1875 by Lord Mayo, Viceroy of India. The architecture of the school buildings is in the same style as royal Rajasthani architecture. The school's main building, in white marble, is a classic example of Indo-Saracenic architecture.[4]
Anāsāgar Lake, this historic man-made lake was built by Maharaja Anaji (1135-1150 AD). By the lake is the Daulat Bāgh, a garden laid out by Emperor Jahāngīr. Emperor Shāh Jahān later added five pavilions, known as the Baradari, between the garden and the lake.
Soniji Ki Nasiyan is an architecturally rich Digambara Jain temple. It was built in the late nineteenth century. The main chamber, known as the Swarna Nagari "City of Gold", has several gold-plated wooden figures, depicting several figures in the Jain religion.[5]
Lake Foy Sagar is situated in the outskirts of the city, it is a picturesque artificial lake that was created as a famine relief project in 1892. It offers panoramic views of the neighbouring Aravalli mountains as well as of the evening flights of nearby birds.
Nareli Jain Temple is a relatively new Jain temple. It is located on the outskirts of Ajmer.[6]


Ajmer, a view from Taragarh Fort
[edit]Education



Sophia School and College
Ajmer is notable for its public schools formed in accordance with the precepts of English public schools, amongst which are Mayo College, founded by the British Raj in 1875 to educate the children of Rajputana's royalty and nobles. Ajmer is also home to St. Anselm's H.S. School (1904) and Sophia Girls' School (1918/1935) & College (1942), and the historic Ajmer Music College, founded in 1942, the first accredited institution in Rajputana for teaching Hindustani classical music.
The Board of Secondary Education for Rajasthan is located in Ajmer.
[edit]Demographics

According to the 2011 India census,[7] Ajmer district had a population of 2,584,913, which was made up of 1,325,911 males and 1,259,002 females. Ajmer district had an average literacy rate of 70.46 percent, male literacy being 83.93% and female literacy 56.42%. There was a total of 1,557,264 literates compared to 1,168,856 in the 2001 census. The population density in Ajmer district was 305 compared to 257 per km2 in 2001. The female to male ratio in Ajmer was 950/1000. This represents an increase of 2.04% from the 2001 census. Ajmer's population growth in the decade was 18.48%, this compares to a growth figure of 20.93% for the previous decade.

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Thank You For The Discomfort Pain ..And Poor Facilities .. Honchos of Indian Railways

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The Indian Railways Have No Respect For The Followers of Gharib Nawaz,..



And this is a fact , no facilities , people sleeping on platforms , and yet the pilgrim suffers without complaining for Khwajah Moinuddin Chishty the Holy Saint calls them , gives them hope wings and for them this is the greatest gift..

There is filth all around and as a human photographer who documents this pilgrimage a photographer who is a beggar himself it would hurt me .. I walked barefeet this is my respect for the Holy city of Ajmer ..

I lived with beggars , I stayed in the mountains with the Malangs and I shot human emotions my pictures are dark dreary I shot pain I shot broken man fragmented man trying to be whole with a little help from the Holy Saint.

As a poet I shot the poetry of faith endurance .. and I shot this with tears running down my cheek like a stream searching for solace.

Yes my pictures will be mostly talking to you in slithering silence of human survival ..please note I dont sell my pictures I only share them with your own human heart..

Does anyone buy pictures of pain they wont take it even when you give it to them free..

But in my case they only steal my hijra pictures at Flickr.com the source of my Comedie Humaine Balzac like with Dickensian pain and pathos/

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The Poor Of India .. Live On Polluted Air And Faith In God

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I Arrive at Moti Katla Hijra Haven..Ajmer

Every year I came as a beggar and barefeet to Ajmer Sharif a ramshackle bag held my clothes but this year my wife bought me a VIP high end suitcase because she felt that I should not compromise on the safety of my camera ... however I left my Canon camera EOS 60 D in my stachel.. I had nothing expensive on my person..

I bought a lot of fabrics for my host Peersaab Fakhru Miya Hujra no 6 .. the Malang dress that I wore for a single day I gifted to Rafik Bhai Baba right hand of my Dam Madar Malang head and Peer Baba Masoomi of Gawalior.

The cycle ricksha guy was happy to pose with me I carried my Malang silver wooden stick.. but nobody messed with me .. I dont need a stick to drive home a point..

I shot a lot of hijras but not many hijras turned up at his Urus as a lot of Hijra heads had died in a fire in Delhi so the hijras were in mourning...

A little away from the vegetable market of Moti Katla is the hijra abode , the high end rich hijras stay here in the guest houses that belong to their Khadims.

I spent most of my time shuttling between the Malangs the Sufi order to which I belong and this place.. I climbed the mountains and later spent an evening at Pushkar ..

All in all it was a nice peaceful breakaway .. I fed the poor and the needy and shot them too... to acclimatize you to their unending world of pain..

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Yes I Am As Close To The Hijras As My Breath To My Life

Fuck

I dont need
a camera to
shoot
the restless
angst of
the hijras
of india
you out there
could rob my hijra
pictures but shoot
pictures like me
you mother fucking
lazy scumbag
you cross dessing sapna
you fucked identity stealer raveena
you fucked thieves on Flickr.com
as a dam madar malang
i curse you may you suffer
all along..for doing me wrong


This hijra is mute deaf dumb but more intelligent and human.. I shot her extensively in the train and at Moti Katla she is chela of my Guru Godmother Ma Madhurima..

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I Found India ...In The Hope of the Poor

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The Common Man Has a Dream He Shares It With Me I Share It With You

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The First Early Morning Common Mans Snan

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The Common Man Of India Faces The Brunt of All Strikes

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Demolitions/ First They Turn The Other Eye While You Illegally Built

corruption
bribery
scams
have
destroyed
our nation
to the hilt
but hope
will not wilt
this great
nation
was built
on the sacrifice
of our good
leaders
blood they
spilt
martyred
but they
would not bend
bow or tilt
to the aggressor
who robbed
us now shamed
with guilt
unborn young hands
this great nation
will rebuild

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Man Kunto Maula

shaah-e-mardaaN
sher-e-yazdaaN
quvvat-e-parvardigaar
laa fataa illaa Ali
laa saif illaa zulfiqaar

King of the brave,
lion of God,
[and] strength of God.
There is no one like Ali [and]
there is no sword like Zulfiqaar*.

* Zulfiqaar was the sword of Ali presented to him by Muhammad.

Ali imaam-e-manasto manam Ghulaam-e-Ali
hazaar jaan-e-giraamii fidaa-e-naam-e-Ali

Ali is the master of all, I am the slave of Ali
thousands life are to be sacrificed for Ali.

man kunto maulaa
fa haaza Aliun maulaa

To whom I am the master
Ali is the master.

Note: A famous tradition (hadith) of Prophet Muhammad. Ali was his cousin and son-in-law.

daaraa dil daaraa dil daar-e-daanii
tum tum taa naa naa naanaa, naanaa naanaa re
yaalaalii yaalaalii yaalaa, yaalaa yaalaa

Mystical chants sung by Sufis without any specific meaning.

In some versions, Nusrat has also recited the following stanza:

Ali shaah-e-mardaaN imaamun kabiiraa
ke baadasht nabii shud bashirush naziiraa

Ali is the king of the brave and the great leader
because after the Prophet there is Ali.

Lyrics: Amir Khusro

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Haq Ali Ali Mula Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Haq

Aaa (Sufi Chants)

Ali Imam Manasto Manam Ghulam E Ali
Hazaar Jaan E Girami Fida E Naam E Ali

Haiderium Qalndaram Mastam
Banda-E-Murtaza Ali Haastam
Paishwa-E-Tamaam Rinda Nam
Ke Sagay Koo E Shair E Yazdanam

Kabhi Deewar Hilti Hai, Kabhi Dar Kaanp Jata Hai
Ali Ka Naam Sun Ker Ub Bhi Khaiber Kaanp Jata Hai

Shah E Mardaan E Ali
Ali Ali, Ali Ali, Ali Ali, Aliii Aliii
Ali Ali Ali Ali, Ali Ali, Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali...
Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Alii

Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali

Jab Jaan Tan Say Nikle Lab Per Mere Yeh He Hoga
Alii Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali

Japle Japle Re Manwa
Yehi Naam Sacha Hai Pyaare
Yehi Naam Tere Sub Dukh Taale
Isi Naam Ki Barkat Ne Diyeh Raaz-E-Haqiqat Khol

Tu Bhi Kar Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Alii Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali

Kab Kisi Benawa Say Kehta Hoon
Sub Ke Haajat Rawa Say Kehta Hoon
Baat Shair-E-Khuda Say Kehta Hoon
Door Ho Ja Nazar Say Ey Mushkil
Warna Mushkil Kusha Say Kehta Hoon

Q K Woh Hein Mere Ali Ali
Ali Maula Ali, Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Ali Maula Ali
Aaa Ali Ali Maula Ali, Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali

Shah-E-Mardaan-E-Ali La Fata Illah Ali
Shair-E-Yazdaan Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Maula Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Haq Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Tan Per Ali Ali Ho Zubaan Per Ali Ali
Mar Jaoon To Kafan Pe Bhi Likhna Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Maula Ali Maula Ey Maula
Maula Ali Maula Ali Maula Ali Maula Maula...
Ey Moula Ali Moula, Moula Ali Moula
Moula Ali Moula Ali Moula Ali Moula Ali...

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Baghair Hubb-E-Ali Mud'daa-A Nahi Milta
Ibadaton Ka Bhi Hargiz Sila Nahi Milta
Khuda Ke Bando Suno Ghour Say Khuda Ki Qasam
Jisay Ali Nahi Miltay Usay Khuda Nahi Milta

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Basak Talash Na Ab Kuch Wus'at-E-Nazar Se Milaa
Nishaan E Manzil E Maqsood Raahbar Se Milaa
Ali Mile To Mile Khaana-E-Khuda Sa Hamein
Khuda Ko Dhonda To Wo Bhi Ali Ke Ghar Se Milaa

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Khuloos E Dil Say Ali Ka Jo Naam Laita Hai
Wohi To Lazzat Umr-E-Tamaam Laita Hai
Khuda Ke Bando Suno Ghour Say Khuda Ki Qasam
Ali Ka Naam To Girton Ka Thaam Laita Hai

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Paighambari Ke Chaand Ka Hala Ali Ali
Baatil Ki Teergi Ka Ujala Ali Ali
Paigham-E-Kirtigar Ka Jouhar Ali Ali
Imaan Ke Sadakh Ka Hai Kauhar Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Maula Ali Maula...
Maula Maula Maula
Maula Ali Maula Maula Ali Maula
Maula Ali Maula Maula Ali Maula...

Haq! Haq! Haq! Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Ustaad-E-Jibrael-E-Mukaraam Ali Ali
Maula-E-Kainaat Moazzam Ali Ali
Sirdaar-E-Ambiya Ka Tabassum Ali Ali
Chashm-E-Junoon-E-Afzal-O-Akram Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Ibadatoon Ka Jo Unwaan Hai To Zikr-E-Ali
Kamaal-E-Markaz E Eeman Hai To Zikar-E-Ali
Sukoon-E-Qalb Ka Saaman Dhoondne Walo
Sukoon-E-Qalb Ka Saaman Hai To Zikar-E-Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Ali Maula Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Mojod-E-Kaaba Deen Mukammal Ali Ali
Paighambari Ka Shahid-E-Awwal Ali Ali
Vird-E-Zubaan Ehl-E-Zamana Ali Ali
Yakta-E-Roozgaar Yagana Ali Ali
Altaf-E-Bebadal Ka Khazana Ali Ali
Insaan Ki Azmatoon Ka Tarana Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Qawwali Vocables...
Haq Haq Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Nazar Haqeeqat Shaanas Paayi To Kia Kahoon Kis Ada Ko Daikha
Her Aik Zarray Mein Jalwa Farmaa Mohammad-O-Murtaza Ko Daikha
Qasam Khuda Ki Ali Nabi Say, Nabi Ali Say Juda Nahi Hai
Ali Ko Daikha, Nabi Ko Daikha, Nabi Ko Daikha, Khuda Ko Daikha

Haq Haq Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Sahar Hoi Shab E Mairaaj Ki To Logo Ne
Jamaal-E-Pak Rukh-E-Sayyad-Ul-Bashar Daikha
Kaha Ghulamo Ne Hum Se Bhi Kijiyeh Irshaad
Jo Kuch Huzoor Ne Yasha-A Arsh Per Daikha

To Harfashaa Hue Lale Labe Rasool E Kareem
Ajeeb Martaba Haider Ka Arsh Per Daikha
Wali Wali Ki Sada Thi Jahan Jahan Pohche
Ali Ali Nazar Aye Jidhar Jidhar Daikha

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

Deed Haider Ki Ibadat Hai Ye Farmaan E Nabi
Deed Haider Ki Sub Ker Lo
Deed Haider Ki Sub Ker Lo
Deed Haider Ki Sub Ker Lo

Jin Ki Mehfil Hai Woh Mehfil Mein Zaroor Aate Hein
Aao Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki
Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki
Aaa Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki

Nigaah E Raah Mein Bicha Do K Aap Aye Hein
Diloon Ko Farsh Bana Do K Aap Aaye Hein
Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki
Sub Ker Lo Deed Haider Ki

Deed Haider Ki Ibadat Hai Yeh Farmaan E Nabi
Hai Ali Rooh E Nabi Jism E Nabi Jaan E Nabi
Gul-E-Tatheer Ali, Haq Ki Shamsheer Ali
Peeron Ke Peer Ali Ali

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maula Ali Ali

dono aalam ke hein waliyon pe waliat un ki
sari dunya ke imamon pe immamat unki
husn e taqdeer ali nabi ke wazeer wali
haq ki tasverr ali alii

Haq Ali Ali Ali Maola Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maola Ali Ali
Haq Ali Ali Ali Maola Ali Ali
Aaa Haq Ali Ali Ali Maola Ali Ali

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the one leg beggar and the two leg pain

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The Builders Politicians Love Salt .. Builders Dreams Even God Cant Halt

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The Salt Pans Are Fighting A Losing Battle For Survival

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i try to shoot gods world ...through the misty eye of my camera

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in a dogs world all dogs are equal.. fuck caste color or creed .. fuck lust and greed

fuck
the pampered
man made pedigreed
dogs bark bite but
wont bite or spite
the hand that feeds
dogs are better
than humanbeings
simple wants
simpler needs
dogs are gods
in reverse
if within my words
you know what to read

dedicated to danny b

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The Canon Shoots The Fucked Up Walls of Mans Soul

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Street Photography Is Shooting The Downtrodden Soul of Man


Most of the pictures were shot from the train window and among my street subjects the boot polish guy attracts me the most, addicted to boot polish most of them are in bad shape and every time a shoe hits their face and they add shine to it..

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She Sent Back All My Love Poems

she said
she was
sick tired
of reading
the same lyrical
shit over and again
love one sided
focused on a
beggar poets
imaginary pain
testicular turpitude
tied in heavy metal
chains but i tried
hard to explain
those early showers
stolen meetings
heavy rains choked
gutters of my poetic drain
my pathos my passion
my fucked up pain
she missed the bus
i missed the train

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It Was The Hijras Wish That God Fulfilled Through Me

I shoot hijras with my eyes closed ..
from the spectral light of my soul
the mother of all metaphors the
beginning the source .. hijra angst
restless in ruminative repose
god gave me a gift as the hijra posed
on the soul of humanity his pain
his poetry his pathos I exposed
like a stream over jagged rocks
of life's tough terrain it flows

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My Story Of The Ajmer Urus 2012 Began With The Blessings of The Greatest Hijra Guru Ma Madhurima

I had decided this trip to Ajmer Urus 2012 I would only wear black the dress code of Dam Madar Malang the Sufi Order of humble servants of God..

Mast Malangs Malangs of Ali Dam Dam Mast Qalandar.

So I did not carry saffron or any other color save my leopard print. and all black color palette ..

When I reached Bandra Terminus I met Ma Madhurima and her hijra chelas or disciples I shot a lot of pictures , the public wont see them.. as I have them private for friends on Flickr.

This is my protest to those who robbed my hijras pictures at Flickr.com and also robbed the identity of my pretty hijra friends .. so now they can go fuck themselves they wont see my pictures anymore.


So Hijras at Ajmer 2012 ... is blank space ...


And I shot hijras eunuchs eunuch children , and I did not scrounge but than I had no more memory card left..

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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

82428 Views on My Flickr Photos on 26 May 2012-I Am Back From Ajmer And Pushkar

I have just come home .. my return journey from Ajmer was nothing short of a nightmare , I was 547 on the waiting list and when I entered the Ajmer Bandra Terminus Express I was 251 , I hung on and finally managed to get some place on the floor of the compartment and like a beggar I travelled in a overcrowded fucked Indian Railways train ,the westernstyle toilets were occupied by passengers and it was one hell of a journey I feel sorry for the pilgrims cheated by the Indian Railways no TC came to control the chaos there was an ugly fight and I for the first time I did not shoot in the train..

This documentary began on 26 May and I just saw my Flickr blogstats ..I dont have hijra pictures that once attracted about 20000 visits to my site every day, than once I found out that Flickr members were stealing my pictures I rmoved all my hijra sets blogs poem from the genearl public..
Only those who know me personally , those who I add as friend can see all these pictures at Flickr.com.


On 29 May 2012 the views on my pictures was 58753..

I have shot the 2012 Ajmer Urus in its 800 years ..

I stayed with Peersaab Fakhru Miya Hujra No 6 my host.

I met my Dam Madar Malang Peer Baba Masoomi Baba at Char Year refueled my spirtual pledge as a Dam Madar too..

I shot beggars I shot the Chatti celebrations at Peersaab Fakrhu Miyas house and at his Hujra no 6.

I shot the hijras of Ajmer extensively .. I shot Raveen Kamini I shot Mona the child eunuch, I shot Naina and another child eunuch Mahi..

I shot the Hijra sandal their dance and I was carrying my grand daughter 's Canon EOS 60D..

I shot the Rafaees I gave an Antique agate necklace to Noubat Ali Baba the head of the Rafaees at Char Yar .. he was deeply touched.

I fed the poor I placed chadars for my close friends at the Dargah..

I climbed the mountains to meet a very cultured educated Malang Baba Wahid he walks with his group of Malangs from Kolkatta to Delhi and from Delhi to Japur and from Japiur to Ajmer Sharif..

My Malang brother Marc De Clercq walked from Jaipur to Ajmer this time there was a Polish photographer and an Argentian photographer walking with the Malangs.

The Polish guy I met at Char Yar he is shooting Sufism and the Malangs on film camera and point and shoot.. unique photographer with Shiasm symbols tattooed on his arms ..

I also went to Brahma Mandir Pushkar to pray for my Hindu froends but could not carry my camera within the Temple .. and I did not know who to trus with my camera I did darshan from outside the gates shot a lot of street nd bought a very sharp Daggar from a guy called Tilak at Pushkar to cut my head during the Moharam ritual of Ashura and Chehlum.

I missed my Pushkar friend Niru also known as Niru Bullet he was in Thailand bought some funky earrings to push into my ear holes.

I shot the ghats with some guys from Banaras.

So this is merely an Introduction to my Ajmer Urus 2012.. I have to download the stuff ..and I am using an old picture as a fashion maker to tell the story of my other life as a Fakir a Malang and a beggar ..

I am back in Mumbai ..back into commerrce and chaos.

My granddaughter Fatima was excited to see me .. but the other two Marziya Shakir , Nerjis Asif Shakir come from their holidays tomorrow.

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Saturday, May 26, 2012

I am BLOCKING (1,019 people) AT FLICKR.COM


233,639 items / 1,961,618 views

Simply because I am not into their choice of gender sexuality or their kinks I have nothing personal against them, but they add me without my consent and this One Sided Contact is the greatest curse for a member like me who respects his privacy as much as I respect someone elses .

I am updating this old post today I have spent over 2 hours preening my contact list removing all those that who have added me as One Sided Contact..

Please should only add me if you are into photography, poetry or culture , dont add me because you like hijras crossdressers or transgender or homosexuals gays.

Dont add me to chat with me or socialize with me I am not interested ..dont send me messages to meet hijras or get their contacts I am not a pimp ..only a street photographer...

I respect their choice but it ends there I have removed all my sets on the Hijra community so adding me does not make any sense.

Only my closest friends who I know personally can see my hijra sets collection and poetry.

My hijra documentary is out of bounds for the public .. and I wont post pictures of hijras publically to see them being stolem and misused by crossdressers here on Flickr for soliciting sex and enticing kids to become hijras.

So I am blocking 1019 peopl at Flickr ..

Sorry about that .. but it is my prerogative and I have used my personal discretion..


Most people add me as contact here at Flickr without reading my profile, and I think it is important and mandatory to know a bit about the person you add .

www.flickr.com/people/firozeshakir/

I have nothing against homosexuals, gay or transgender or cross dressers..I have excellent equation with most of those whom I know and its their life ...I respect their gender choice ..but a few cross dressers , gay affiliates who add me on Flickr I block them without hesitation without sending them a message either..so please read my Profile its important to me , a part of it states at the very beginning..

PLEASE DONT ADD ME AS A CONTACT IF YOU ARE INTO PORN SEMI PORN , KINKY GROUPS I AM NOT INTERESTED IN BEING A POSTER BOY ON YOUR LIST OF FRIENDS EVEN IF IT IS ONE SIDED FROM YOUR END- I WILL BLOCK YOU IMMEDIATELY ..PLEASE RESPECT MY RIGHT OF PRIVACY..AS I RESPECT YOURS..

DO NOT ADD ME AS A CONTACT if you have tasteless masturbationally self-indulgent crap on your page!..find someone of your own kind dont subject me to blocking you - which I will if I see my thumbnail on your contacts page.

I WILL BLOCK ONE SIDED CONTACTS THAT HAVE ADDED ME WITHOUT THEIR PROFILE OR AVATAR OR THOSE INTO KINKY GROUPS..PORN ETC..


I HAVE BLOCKED SUCH CONTACTS..the number has increased ..

Before I add a contact request I see their profile which is bogus most of the time, than I see their photostream that states nothing is available for you , their favorites and if it has porn images ..I block the person.

I see the groups they belong too and if it is tasteless and porn oriented or sex related I block completely.




I thought this disclaimer was essential as I have blocked a lot of people and they must be wondering why I did so..


I have also disabled my comment box at Flickr , my pictures that I have taken pain to shoot , my pictures that are documentary of other peoples rites or rituals however macabre them may be have to be viewed with respect even if you are puritan or a Wahhabi..You dont like it dont see it skip my photo-stream.


I dont follow your religious thought I dont follow your views or your diktat..in short I am a Shia embedded to the soul of my motherland India .. Yes I am also known as the Shia Hindu humanity has saffronized my nationalistic soul.

I dont promote any religious view but yes I am religious and a conservative in more ways than one..by following the procession of Lalbagh Cha Raja I dont become a Hindu but yes I am do become a good Muslim a good Indian.. I respect divinity as it personally attached to each one of us...

Many a time I have to explain to Shia kids who think Flickr is my Shia site , Flickr is the source of my pictorial river , the source of my blogs poems and this 2 year Pro account was gifted to me by an American Jew ... the best of the best Dr Glenn Losack MD..Furious Physician.


One year membership I got through a friend Vesti..

And the current pro membership through Google+ friend Jack C Crawford..


I interact with my friends on Google+ only..

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Friday, May 25, 2012

We Are All Canon Users In My House

we
certainly dont
like nikon but
those who use
it we hold
no grudge
or grouse
the canon
cause
good optics
great colors
we shoot
we espouse
our pictures
on the soul
of poetry
you browse
nerjis asif
shakir
google+kid
10 month old
the laptop
the mouse

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WHAT GOD GIVES WE ACCEPT ..THE CHILD HEARD HER FATHER CRIED AND WEPT

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The Albino Family of Haji Malang

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I Would Rather be Black Brown But Not This White

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It was Neal Romaneks comments on my earlier picture of the albino kids, that was one of the reasons I took another trip to Haji Malang .I was in extreme pain, not being used to a regimen of climbing and trekking rough terrain.
I reached Haji Malang in the night so the albino beggars were not around I was told they move about in the open plains, as the sun troubles them completely but it is under the harsh rays of the sun they beg.So while coming down Haji Malang the second time I saw this family and shot many frames.
It was painful , it hurt me more as they strained to see me, I paid them generously, but was that enough?I dont know.
I thought for a moment perhaps Dr Glenn Losack MD would have shot them better than me.I do not have that power that the doctor has of absorbing their pain on the parchment of human consciousness.
There are a lot of pictures of Haji Malang , but this familys pictures will live with me forever.


call me a racist
it would seem alright
i will humbly respect
your views silently
quiet become
one with the
darkness
of an impending
night but
hypothetically
imaginatively
if god made me
an albino
it would be his gift
his fundamental
right fear
of sunshine
fear of light
a beggar poet
lead kindly light
click a mouse
single finger
write .. dont
get uptight
two wrongs
dont make
a right
humility
lies at
the feet
of man
not measured
by his girth
stature
or height

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the malang of mumbai

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the fastidious fucked pathos of a beggar poet

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my time is running out



diabetic dilemma
dehydrated
doomed deleted
didactic no doubt
from within without
on the soul
of her poetry
i have lost
my earlier clout
seeds of pain
passion pathos
newly sprout
poems gushing
out from a rusty
spout a loser
lover a lout
spineless
geriatric gout
blind as a bat
wingless
soundless
new pastures
i wont scout
reckless rectitude
the ultimate defeat
the ignominious
rout total chaos
kayoed
very serious
blackout

shot with my new canon telly lens

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Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus Mumbai

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus (formerly Victoria Terminus) is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and historic railway station in Mumbai which serves as the headquarters of the Central Railways. Situated in the Bori Bunder area of Mumbai, it was built as a new railway station on the location of the Bori Bunder Station[3] in 1887 to commemorate the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria. In March 1996 its name was changed to the present name in honour of the Maratha warrior King Shivaji. Its abbreviation CST is popularly used by locals to refer to the station and it is also known by its abbreviation Mumbai CST or CSTM. It is the busiest railway station in India,[4] and serves both as a terminal for long distance trains terminating in Mumbai as well as commuter trains of the Mumbai Suburban Railway.

Bori Bunder (alternatively "Bori Bandar") was one of the areas along the Eastern shore line of Mumbai, India which was used as a storehouse for goods imported and exported from Mumbai. In the area's name, 'Bori' mean sack and 'Bandar' means port or haven (in Persian); So Bori Bunder literally means a place where sacks are stored. In the 1850s, the Great Indian Peninsular Railway built its railway terminus in this area and the station took its name as Bori Bunder.On 16th April, 1853 the Great Indian Peninsula Railway operated the historic first passenger train in India from Bori Bunder to Thane covering a distance of 34 km, formally heralding the birth of the Indian Railways. The train between Bori Bunder and Thane was 57 minutes it was a distance of 35 km apart.
The station was eventually rebuilt as the Victoria Terminus, named after the then reigning Queen, and has been subsequently renamed Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus (CSTM) after Maharashtra's and India's famed 17th century king. Though the shortened name is now CST, it still continues to be referred to as VT by the masses.
The station was designed by the consulting British architect Frederick William Stevens(1848-1900). Work began in 1878. He received 1,614,000 (US$32,199.3) as payment for his services.[1] Stevens earned the commission to construct the station after a masterpiece watercolour sketch by draughtsman Axel Haig.[1] The final design bears some resemblance to the St Pancras railway station in London.[1][5] GG Scott's plans for Berlin's parliament building had been published four years before, and also has marked similarities to the station's design.[6]
It took ten years to complete[5] and was named "Victoria Terminus" in honour of the Queen and Empress Victoria; it was opened on the date of her Golden Jubilee in 1887.[5][7] It cost £260,000 when it was finished in 1888, the highest for any building of that era in Bombay.[6] This famous architectural landmark in Gothic style was built as the headquarters of the Great Indian Peninsular Railway. Since then, the station came to be known as Bombay VT.
Originally intended only to house the main station and the administrative offices of the Great Indian Peninsula Railway, a number of ancillary buildings have been added subsequently, all designed so as to harmonise with the main structure. A new station to handle main line traffic was erected in 1929. The original building is still in use to handle suburban traffic and is used by over three million commuters daily. It is also the administrative headquarters of the Central Railway.
In 1996, the Minister of Railways, Suresh Kalmadi, changed the name of the station to Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus[8][9] in honour of the great Maratha king Chhatrapati Shivaji.
In 2008, the station was featured prominently in the Academy Award winning film, Slumdog Millionaire. In 1956, the station was also featured in the film C.I.D. during the song 'Yei Hai Bombay Meri Jaan'.
[edit]Terrorist attacks in 2008
Main article: 2008 Mumbai attacks
On 26 November 2008, two terrorists entered the passenger hall of the CST, opened fire and threw grenades at people. The terrorists were armed with AK-47 rifles. One of the terrorists, Ajmal Kasab, was later caught alive by the police and identified by eyewitnesses. The attacks began around 21:30 when the two men entered the passenger hall and opened fire,[10][11] The attackers killed 58 people and injured 104 others,[11] including a police officer, Tukaram Omble; their assault ending at about 22:45.[10] The CCTV captured the attack, and the evidence was used to identify and indict Kasab.
The station building was designed in the High Victorian Gothic style of architecture. The building exhibits a fusion of influences from Victorian Italianate Gothic Revival architecture and traditional Indian architecture. The skyline, turrets, pointed arches, and eccentric ground plan are close to traditional Indian palace architecture. Externally, the wood carving, tiles, ornamental iron and brass railings, grills for the ticket offices, the balustrades for the grand staircases and other ornaments were the work of students at the Sir Jamsetjee Jeejebhoy School of Art. The station stands as an example of 19th century railway architectural marvels for its advanced structural and technical solutions.
The VT was constructed using high level of engineering both in terms of railway engineering and civil engineering. It is one of the first and is considered as one of the finest products of the use of industrial revolution technology merged with revival of the Gothic Revival style In India . The centrally domed office structure has a 330 feet long platform connected to a 1,200 feet long train shed, and its outline provides the skeleton plan for building. VT's dome of dovetailed ribs, built without centering, was considered as a novel achievement of the era. The interior of the building was conceived as a series of large rooms with high ceilings. It is a utilitarian building and has had various changes required by the users, not always sympathetic. It has a C-shaped plan which is symmetrical on an east-west axis. All the sides of the building are given equal value in the design. It is crowned by a high central dome, which acts as the focal point. The dome is an octagonal ribbed structure with a colossal female figure symbolizing Progress, holding a torch pointing upwards in her right hand and a spoked wheel in her left hand. The side wings enclose the courtyard, which opens on to the street. The wings are anchored by monumental turrets at each of their four corners, which balance and frame the central dome. The façades present the appearance of well proportioned rows of windows and arches. The ornamentation in the form of statuary, bas-reliefs, and friezes is exuberant yet well controlled. The columns of the entrance gates are crowned by figures of a lion (representing Great Britain) and a tiger (representing India). The main structure is built from a blend of India sandstone and limestone, while high-quality Italian marble was used for the key decorative elements. The main interiors are also decorated: the ground floor of the North Wing, known as the Star Chamber, which is still used as the booking office, is embellished with Italian marble and polished Indian blue stone. The stone arches are covered with carved foliage and grotesques.[12]
Internally, the ceiling of the booking hall was originally painted blue, gold and strong red on a ground of rich blue with gold stars. Its walls were lined with glazed tiles made by Maw & Co of Britain.[13] Outside, there are statues representing Commerce, Agriculture, Engineering and Science, with a statue representing Progress on the central dome of the station.[13] A statue of Queen Victoria beneath the central dome has been removed.[13]
CST has 18 platforms - 7 are for locals trains and 11 are for long distance.[14]
Rumours persist that the design for Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus in Mumbai was originally designated for Flinders Street Station. However, no convincing evidence, other than architectural similarities to other buildings in their respective cities, has been produced to support the rumour.
Plans are underway to upgrade Mumbai CST (along with Pune Jn. and Nagpur Jn.) by means of a public-private partnership.
[edit]Suburban Network

Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus
Mumbai Suburban Railway station
Station statistics
AddressDr Dadabhai Naoroji Rd, Dhobi Talao
Coordinates18.9400°N 72.8353°E
LinesCentral Line, Harbour Line
StructureStandard on-ground station
Platforms7
Other information
CodeST
Owned byMinistry of Railways, Indian Railways
Fare zoneCentral Railways
The network of suburban trains (locally known as locals, short for local trains) radiating out from this station is instrumental in keeping Mumbai running. The station serves long-distance trains as well as two of the suburban lines-the Central Line and the Harbour line. It is the westernmost terminus of Central Railway. On the Central Line the trains terminate at Kurla, Ghatkopar, Thane, Dombivli, Kalyan, Ambarnath, Badlapur, Karjat, Khopoli, Asangaon, Titwala, and Kasara. While on the Harbour Line, the trains terminate at Bandra, Andheri, Mankhurd, Vashi, Belapur and Panvel.
CST has 18 platforms - six are for locals trains and 12 are for long distance.

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some more price hike the common man will soon be dead ..democracy for the rich by the rich for the rich will survive

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Saving Their Hawkers Ass From Body Snatching Municipal Vans

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She was Shooting God I was Shooting the Beggars around her

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Mumbai Under Covers From Her Over Demanding Migrant Lovers

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Why My Grand Daughter Marziya Shakir Wont Join My Camera Club

In Mumbai most of the business , run by hawkers thrives on Hafta a corrupt system where illegal selling of goods on the streets public places is restricted but condoned if you line the long deep pockets of the corrupt officials , it could be a policeman , a municipal official,.. this system we are all aware of but it exists , only the government pretends it is a figment of the common mans mind.

Hawkers are the bane of society for some , as they take away open places you can see this everywhere be it Linking Road CST or this path off Photographic Society of India my camera club where I am a life member in name.

I have moved our from so called fine art photography that has never changed will never change .. today or till eternity..

I dont shoot what these grand masters sitting above at PSI Mumbai shoot I would simply commit suicide if I shot the same black and whites the same pictures that others before them shot and the same that is being taught to the generation that s still unborn will shoot.

I shoot shit I shoot fucked street scenes you see day in and day out but you wont shoot it would dirty the soul of your pristine camera consciousness ..

And pardon my opinionated soliloquy I certainly wont shoot what the so called high priced celebrity Presswallahs shoot and I dont promote or want them I shoot,,, I am not a Google+ photographer pundit who tickles the ass of a sunset .. I dont hawk my pictures nor serve them on a tray..

But yes you cant stop me from making my grand daughter 4 year old Marziya Shakir shoot what I shoot , she has not joined my camera club.. no camera clubs are not for her will never be she took a upgrade she is a internet photographer her pictures hang on a Flickr wall..and I am proud of her she saw light much before she saw the camera .. it fell from my camera vision into her childs soul.

And all these pictures of hawkers running away on spotting the Municipal van , that snatches their goods and robs them of their livelihood were shot last evening on her camera Canon EOS 60D.. I gave some rest to my own Canon EOS 7 D .

I had come to the hospital and from there to buy a telly lens for her camera from Raju and Shyam of Reliable stores ..and a spare battery.

She wants to do a photo documentary on Jesus in Bandra and specially shoot the Holy Spirit and Jesus in St Peter Church. and Marziya Shakir is a good gifted street photographer her guru Dr Glenn Losack MD from Manhattan New York promotes her encourages her.

But she is very close to Marc De Clercq another prolific photographer and a Dam Madar Malang like me who visits my house

I will certainly take my grand daughter Marziya Shakir to PSI Mumbai my camera club to introduce her to my friends out there and show her the walls where once my pictures hung.. the place that was once a Temple for stalwarts like Phanibanda ,Sam Tata Mitter Bedi, AJ Patel..Dr RJ Mehta ,and so many much before my time as this club is over 75 years old.

And besides Marziya Shakir two of my other grand daughters Nerjis Asif Shakir 10 month old Fatima Zaira 7 month wait in the wings to shoot the streets of life..

And for once my friend Vilas Gholse my PSI Friend who was watching me shoot all this will agree with me .. that Camera Clubs are Passe ..

Grand Fathers who teach photography in 5 minutes ..

And this is a tribute to a great grand father my guru Babuji Mr KG Maheshwari

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Saving Their Hawkers Ass From Body Snatching Municipal Vans

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