When we came to the Hill Road signal I made her pose at the Globus shop window..these are the beggar hijras , among them are disillusioned youth who crosss dress and beg like hijras these guys are known as hijra impostors .
I visited the Kamatipura hijra lanes met a lot of youngsters who came here to Mumbai with dreams of becoming an actor than gave up and became pretty hijras ..they requested me not to shoot them because it would hurt their families .. and I shot them with my minds eyes .
I visited the cubicles at the Hijra cages Peela House saw the creaky beds the stench…
A Flickr member has taken most of my hijra pictures from my Flickr photo stream despite the so called impregnable Space Ball that even a child can hack into and posted them as her own..
I bought this to their notice and reported abuse on all the pages that my pictures show up on this Pakistani hijra lovers page ..
And Flick response would send shivers down a spine totally uninteresting, totally carelessly worded and throws your problem became into your court .. and that I am a Pro Member with 200000 images educating cyberspace hardly matters because at the end of the day I am just a sniveling black man.. a shit photographer who shoots fucked crap..on the streets .
I think their response would be different if this happened to an American or a German or an Englishman.. I hate to say it but this is what I feel..
ham unki gali se se jab jab guzarte hain unki bewafai se darte hain aj bhi unki ruksati ke bad unke shaohar ke darwaze par khoon se ham apna nam likte hain jo kharide nahi jate bazar main woh bhi bikte hain hame tatolo toh ham ghor andhere main bhi dikhte hain utpatang nukte ham apne ap ko shayar samjh kar likhte hain
My Boss Is Camera Shy, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. he lives cloistered in the soul of a silhouette i dont know why he tells me dont shoot my pictures my poetic ass he will fry tempestuous volcanic volatile bursting lava like my boss is a nice guy i shot his picture on the sly when he was cool calm composed starched shirt levis page 3 icon of mumbai dreams of dim sum peking duck sweet and sour chinky eyed shanghai
My hands shake when I take her pictures because I know she knows I am shooting her , she is very perceptive , she has stumps of hands and she keeps a container within a container , so whatever she gets as alms she pushes it in the bottom container as there are crooks who will drop a coin and filch the notes that lie within the container ..
Her daughter Mary is not a leper but begs at the Bazar , and Marys children have been educated by Maria and both are doing well, I have shot Maria extensively .
My American friend Glenn Losack is very fond of her and her grand children..
Where she sits in a narrow path the light is very harsh but does it matter to her or to my camera ,,, I shot what I saw Maria and her spectral spirituality and her solitude ..and the soliloquy of her lyric less silence
I am trying to get used to the EOS Canon 7D as a street photographers camera , it…
I was returning from town and Safar Bhai approached me and informed me of the sad news ..I was shocked to say the least as I had met Mehdi Bhai at Jaorah HussainTekri two years back when I had gone there to shoot Chehlum and this picture was taken there ...
Mehdi Bhai was a very devout god fearing Man and devout Shia , he used to narrate me the miracles that had taken place at the various rozas or Shrines at Hussain Tekri Jaorah..
He will be certainly be missed by his family relatives and friends ..