Saturday, January 28, 2012
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..
six month old
in her hands
she does what
she is told
through the eye
of the Nikon D 80
a street photographer
in waiting behold
my kama wound
with her touch
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 and gets excited is my dagger and the chant of Ya Hussain.. they have got used to my bleeding head wounds and their touch on my head has healed my kama wounds completely..
Both have gone with their mom on a holiday so the house now has the wails of my third grand daughter Fatima Zaira ,, she is neither a Malang nor a photographer just a head scarved Shia child .. she wears the head scarf she has gone bald..she will soon be 4 month old.
This blog is about Nerjis Asif Shakir and Nerjis Asif Shakir I m sure will be a much better photographer than Marziya and me even out mentor Dr Glenn Losack MD..
Nerjis Asif Shakir and the Nikon D 80 are one and I am missing her terribly she kept me sane all times ...she knows the computer and loves playing with the keyboard and the mouse .. Marziya is an expert both on the computer laptop and the Android phone of her dad..
Zarb by Nasir Bhai Rafaee Dongri ...