The Beggar Hijras of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. She saw me from afar , as my cab stood at the Sitla Devi-traffic signal she said she knew me , though I was dressed in a corporate suit, and not my Malang avatar, she had seen me at Sion Koliwada at the cheek piercing feast of Tamil Goddess Marriammen..I was shooting the ritual where Santosh a hijra from Nasik has his cheeks pierced every year..
I inquired about Hijra gully no 1 Kamatpirua hijra queen Sona ..we chatted for a short while than she told me she was broke I gave her ten bucks and the lights went green in between I shot her posing for me on the road...I am bound to the hijras by a cosmic thread of my poetry pathos and photography..
As a poet I give respect I get respect and I am happy for the first time in three years I wont shoot the Queer Azadi Gay Pride .. I have my personal reasons for not shooting it and I adhere by my decision..
The Mast Malang of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. six month old in her hands her future she holds she does what she is told through the eye of the Nikon D 80 a street photographer in waiting behold holistically healing my kama wound with her touch all gold
Nerjis Asif Shakir 6 Month Old Street Photographer In Waiting, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. On the day she was born.. she came face to face with my camera , I launched her on Facebook Flickr Twitter and Google+ .. for those who might tune in late we are no more on Facebook.. Nerjis was born on 17 July we three including Marziya Shakr walked out of Big Boss Facebook house for good..and it has nothing to do with Marc Zuckerburg for whom we all three have great respect but we found that Facebook also causes TB...so we took precautions and came to recuperate at Google+outpatient ward.. we are still going round and round in Circles..
Now to Nerjis Asif Shakir she began blogging from day one ..and today she knows the camera assisted by me she shoots pictures sees the image on the camera monitor and Nikon D 80 is as familiar to her angst as her own milk bottle..she knows the camera and wont let it go.. she knows it duplicates her and her world ..the next thing she knows …