Womens Day in a Whore House - Mumbai Cages, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. This red light area is also known as Falkland Road , but the local lingo we call it Peela House , nothing has changed here, as you enter this lane , there is a police beat chowky, and on either side waiting prostitutes in dinghy rooms called Cages. The prostitutes are under a fat ugly Madam who runs the profession, and the hafta system or bribes to the officials to run this illegal trade continues.
No rehabilitation , though some NGOS help out with the children of the prostitues, yes they celebrate Womans Day here every night and every passing day.
Ramadan and the poor Muslim Woman, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Ramadan holy month of piety And she sits and begs The poor beggar Muslim Woman Carrying her pain Within the ocean of her womanhood Blood sweat and tears Voluminous waters of her hijab Besides her sits her little girl Who will perhaps beg like her Another hijab of pain Yes Muslims do not wish to be reminded black spots on the firmament of Islamic society on hard rock hearts while the Mullahs men move from house to house with a receipt book in hand another Mosque to be built at Ayodhya another in Faizabad Madarsas to be built in Azamgarh Yes they beg too with Islamic fortitude While at the corner of a Allahs Door A Muslim Poor Woman Begs From one Ramadan to the other Ramadan Fasting from the day she was born To the day she will die.. The Mujhaidas were plumb lucky Living and breathing among prayer beads On cyberspace Allah ho Akbar endangered specie The Poor Muslim Woman A palpitating heart a dying soul in…
International Women's Day (IWD), originally called International Working Women’s Day is marked on the 8th of March every year. It is a major day of global celebration of women. In different regions the focus of the celebrations ranges from general celebration of respect, appreciation and love towards women to a celebration for women's economic, political and social achievements.
Started as a Socialist political event, the holiday blended in the culture of many countries, primarily Eastern Europe, Russia, and the former Soviet bloc. In many regions, the day lost its political flavour, and became simply an occasion for men to express their love for women in a way somewhat similar to a mixture of Mother's Day and St Valentine's Day. In other regions, however, the original political and human rights theme de…
The Day After Womans Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. when the euphoria is over political advantages taken woman the only creature on two legs forgotten and forsaken her agony for her chakra of ill fate mistaken Mother Theresa is no more alive woman's dead soul who will awaken ? born on the road dies on the road by the municipal hearse to be dumped in a filthy stinking morgue she will be taken
I shot this in the Behrampada slums and does this little Muslim girl really know how far she is from the next Woman's Day of her life..but than as a photographer I have shot a woman's life on Womans day in the Mumbai Cages of the red light area too..Hasn't changed much though...butchered for tender meat..chopped or minced.a dark thought my soul evinced
The Pretty Hijra Celebrates International Womans Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. she is as much a woman on this auspicious day the pretty hijra all decked up hopeful about her success the role of womanhood she essays fair and lovely in every way demure darling of the masses the classes the hijra goddess of my screenplay androgynous mesmerizing pirouetting on the soul of humanity everyday her Midas touch sensitizes my poetry my wordplay khushi happiness personified she portrays angelic beauty an exotic hybrid on the walkway what god could not create with her own hands she sculpted her destiny worthy of praise from the ashes of her burnt out masculinity a pretty woman she did raise her beauty the toast of all the lovers of aesthetic admiration from mumbai to uk a delicious delight i dare say
8 March International Womans Day Through The Eyes of Maria The Leper Lady, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. congratulations to womanhood celebrating the emancipation of their fair gender on this auspicious day upholding the spirit of freedom as they say poets have nothing but with words they play digressing as they stray so my role model is maria the leper lady who sits at bandra hill road close to where i stay eyes gone blind sockets filled with sores stumps for hands she begs every day her daughter is also a beggar by the way but her grand children both a girl a boy with money she saved paved the way educated well bought up in every way cultured sociable proud of their grand mother a leper heart of gold feet made of clay whether she can see them or feel them is hard to say
The Hijra On Womans Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. her pain is greater than the woman she emulates a martyred womb a clitoral catastrophe a testicuular tragedy on her plate woman incomplete but womanly traits coyness sensual desirous androgynous her fucked fate even god godly amighty hesitated to create so to be born from the fucked rib of man the hijra had to wait entry only through a back gate rectal rhapsody melodiously mutates gyrates a cosmic dance of death mutilate castrate homophobic hate society considers them ugly untouchable but men love fucking hijras on the soul of this poem originates mans thirst for the forbidden fruit of the gods the hira in satiates
hijras celebrate womans days with tears on the soul of humanity as the metrosexual woman seductive ornate
dedicated to my hijra guru laxmi narayan tripathi as a facebook update
Happy Womans Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. With our chauvinistic Pig headed masculinity Penile headed depravity Women we batter Beat terrorize and slay Than we remember Our mother Who gave us birth Who went senile and gray Than we remember the Domestic help of a wife Who places the dinner tray Those nights dysfunctional we lay No foreplay Our parts made of asexual clay Promiscuity pray A will no way Pretentiously we lay aside a single tribute call it fucked unhappy Happy Woman’s Day
Today I let Marziya Shakir shoot and did not want to spoil her rhythm and I did not want her to feel I shoot better than her by taking the same shot she was taking .. I dont tell her anything I watch her in silence I learn photography making myself 4 year old too.. so it works for her it works for me too.
from the burning desire of my flesh into your soul i leap
i cant get sleep kissing every square inch of your divine body i weep trying to hold you hug you with my breath allover you i sweep a part of you deep within my own part i keep i am wide awake you are fast asleep
i want to touch you sweet heart of stone only once only once only once
Marziya keeps money aside for this lady , who mind you does NOT beg.. she is homless she lives under a broken umbrella but she is NOT a beggar NOT yet..
We give her money some give her food leftovers and she wont be rehabilitated .. WHY ? Because our fucked system rehabilitates crooks who become politicians ..our fucked system does not rehabilitate whores .. because if you rehabilitate the whores than .. where will the rich go and fuck? You have to protect our women so we create Whores and on one day of the Year shed fucked tears marking it as Womans Day or Fucked Mothers Day..
Both Fucked by a Corrupt system.. and even whores are mothers to fatherless children..
And as a beggar poet or as a street photographer I have been brutally ruthlessly truthful.. I dont sell my pictures I share what…
When the monsoons arrive she is inundated but she stays in the same place I have never seen her standing She bathes eats drinks at the same place. Once she was a rich woman from affluent society than came the fall and she has never turned back on the pages of her life ..she is not Ekta Kapoor She is not Vidya Balan but she has a kahani that is a fucked pregnant pause ..
I have encouraged my grand daughter shown her the greatest lesson in street photography is humility and capturing Truth ..
And at 4 even with flaws in what she shoots she is truthful.. we dont tweak our pictures we have stopped mono chroming the soul of reality we are documentarists we are not artists .. we can live with art but not without culture.
But we are poets we shoot the poetry of lifes drama as it unfolds every moment every second we unflappably shoot it for posterity
Living As A Man Kept Him Jobless So He Became a Beggar Hijra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I met a lot of pretty even ugly as hell kids , guys with dreams in their eyes , they had come from interiors to find jobs , they tried were used abused sodomized by a fucked system.. where the underdog is brutally demoralized , some take to petty crimes , ome become masseurs service horny old men..some who are total failures to survive become impostor hijras ..
Some are hoodwinked by smarter guys and sold of at Kamathipura hijra haven.. not everybody likes to screw women prostitutes some satisfy their lust fucking hijras , it is forbidden sex and they find it more palatable than the usual one.
The hijras in the red light area and the prostitutes are bound by a cosmic chain of guilt and betrayal so they cling to each other .. they are doomed and nothing can save them..the system supports the criminals and he cops are as horny as human, cops most of them are badly sourced , l…
The Beggar Hijras of India, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. The beggar hijras wander all over Bandra begging from shop to shop, and they beg in groups or pairs , hardly ever alone , and invariably they drink at the local hooch joint not far from where she is sleeping..
Later her companion also drunk but not heavily sozzled came to fetch, I shot her too , the hijras I shoot hardly bother about my shooting them , mostly they demand money I give them without hesitation..some I flatly refuse if they get intimidating but I can handle intimidation I am not afraid of the consequences ..
I know some of the prettiest wittiest hijras but personally as a street photographer I prefer shooting these wild orchids the beggar hijras that I meet on the streets.
I dont follow hijras as a rule but they Googleplus me to their Circles of Confusion and Chaos.
The Dead Drunk Hijra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. God knows I shoot hijras and God also knows I shoot them as I see them..so God leads me towards the undergrowth of pain , where hijras lie hidden from society.. on the fringes of despair..I meet hijras on the crossroads of life and this was one moment and I knew he was a hijra I also knew he was not alone his people would come find him take him back to his hovel..
So I waited and it did not take long his partner came to collect him but I did not wait for the entire scene to end ..
She was a Hindu, but now she is a Christian and I dont blame her Christianity is the only religion that believed through Christ in healing accepting faults as virtues faults of mind body and soul and dont blame North East India for becoming Christian ..
I hate conversions but I dont hold it as a sin I respect the womb that gave me the religion I belong fuck who cares whether as a Shia you call me a Kafir heretic or Kufr...I am happy that what you call heresy gave me the full overblown meaning of humanity and humility.
Both Christianity and modern Islam as promoted by the Wahabbis preempts evangelizing , based on a single premise their religion is supreme rest is full of shit..
I have distanced myself from all and every religion where God is made into a entity that is racist a bigot and human hating.. ..so if you consider my poetry of life a sham so be it it is m…
for 5 years ravenously they ate the harvest the fodder of the poor eating shitting on the hopes of the people lying in the sewer made out of stone and brass ostentatious reminder of a megalomaniac leader fate out to chew her instead of building hospitals schools even that during her rule became fewer