Friday, April 6, 2012

The 14 Stations of the Cross on Good Friday

from wikipedia

Stations of the Cross (or Way of the Cross; in Latin, Via Crucis; also called the Via Dolorosa or Way of Sorrows, or simply, The Way) is a series of artistic representations, very often sculptural, depicting Christ Carrying the Cross to his crucifixion in the final hours (or Passion) of Jesus before he died, and the devotions using that series to commemorate the Passion, often moving physically around a set of stations. The vast majority of Roman Catholic churches now contain such a series, typically placed at intervals along the side walls of the nave; in most churches these are small plaques with reliefs or paintings, simpler than most of the examples shown here. The tradition as chapel devotion began with St. Francis of Assisi and extended throughout the Roman Catholic Church in the medieval period. It is commonly observed in Lutheranism,[1][2] and amongst the anglo-catholic wing of Anglicanism. It may be done at any time, but is most commonly done during the Season of Lent, especially on Good Friday and on Friday evenings during Lent.

Traditional form

Collected enamel set, Notre-Dame-des-Champs, Avranches
The early set of seven scenes was usually numbers 2,3,4,7,6 and 14 from the list below.[9] The standard set from the 17th to 20th centuries has consisted of 14 pictures or sculptures depicting the following scenes:
Jesus is condemned to death
Jesus accepts the cross
Jesus falls the first time
Jesus meets His Mother
Simon of Cyrene carries the cross
Veronica wipes the face of Jesus
Jesus falls the second time
Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem
Jesus falls the third time
Jesus is stripped of His garments
Crucifixion: Jesus is nailed to the cross
Jesus dies on the cross
Jesus' body is removed from the cross (Deposition or Lamentation)
Jesus is laid in the tomb and covered in incense.
Although not traditionally part of the Stations, the Resurrection of Jesus is sometimes included as a fifteenth station.[10][11]

Scriptural Way of the Cross
Main article: Scriptural Way of the Cross
Out of the fourteen traditional Stations of the Cross, only eight have clear scriptural foundation. Stations 3, 4, 6, 7, and 9 are not specifically attested to in the gospels (in particular, no evidence exists of station 6 ever being known before medieval times) and Station 13 (representing Jesus's body being taken down off the cross and laid in the arms of His mother Mary) seems to embellish the gospels' record, which states that Joseph of Arimathea took Jesus down from the cross and buried him. To provide a version of this devotion more closely aligned with the biblical accounts, Pope John Paul II introduced a new form of devotion, called the Scriptural Way of the Cross on Good Friday 1991. He celebrated that form many times but not exclusively at the Colosseum in Rome.[12][13] In 2007, Pope Benedict XVI approved this set of stations for meditation and public celebration: They follow this sequence:
Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane,
Jesus is betrayed by Judas and arrested,
Jesus is condemned by the Sanhedrin,
Jesus is denied by Peter,
Jesus is judged by Pilate,
Jesus is scourged and crowned with thorns,
Jesus takes up His cross,
Jesus is helped by Simon to carry His cross,
Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem,
Jesus is crucified,
Jesus promises His kingdom to the repentant thief,
Jesus entrusts Mary and John to each other,
Jesus dies on the cross,
Jesus is laid in the tomb.

I Come To Sacred Heart Church To Shoot Good Friday 14 Stations of the Cross

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Every year I come in humility , barefeet dressed as a beggar poet , and shoot Good Friday, and this morning at 5 am I sent a message to Joe Dias founder of the Cross that holds this event ,that I was coming to shoot the Lenten Walk and this is their silver jubilee year he told me..

25 glorious years of touching the soul of humanity, the Lenten walk is memorable walk with Jesus Christ and his loved ones his followers , from Sacred Heart Church Santa Cruz West to Santa Cruz East Kalina Vakola upto St Charles Church Vakola different venues where the 14 Stations of the Cross are enacted , I came here on an empty stomach like the rest of the Christians ,,, children mothers fathers old folks rosaries in hand reciting Our Father or the Angelus ..very sad sombre moment of dedication devotion hymns and prayers.

Last year I had fainted as I am a diabetic but I drank less fluid but ate sweets to control my sugar levels ..

The first Station of the Cross was enacted at Sacred Heart Church, Joe Dias Rev Fr Aguiar leading from the front and the volunteers of the cross the actors and the rest of an able team..

I shoot this event and this time I had a deadline I had to rush back to work , earlier I was my own boss now I work for someone else ..

I shot extensively , and when my feet began to burn badly I placed my stole beneath my feet , and the volunteers allowed me to sit on their work truck thereby helping me complete my Lenten walk and shoot pictures comfortably.

Allan played Jesus Christ and his dad I think now has become a pro in shooting pictures from strategic positions, Bonny my friend was there helping me.

And this is my new set at , I shall not bore you with unnecessary text being a street photographer I shot the 14 Stations of the Cross but I also shot Hanumanji at a nearby temple walking with Jesus as the Hindu brethren celebrate Hanuman Jayanti today and the Shias celebrate the Martyrdom of Bibi Fatima Princess Fatima beloved daughter of the Holy Prophet wife of Imam Ali and mother of Hassan and Hussain..

So I wore black clothes signifying my pain.. a Shia Hindu.

I walked from 10 am till 4.30 pm .. barefeet

Google+Is An Extension of My Backyard..

My Backyard Is Google+

it includes Jack and all of us

living as one family
diversity but united
without any fuss

we debate
we hear
each other out
we discuss

pictures posts poems ..
as memories that
dont rust..

we quench
from this running stream
our eternal thirst

The Classic Traditional Sherwani All Time Favorite of Bridegrooms

Zaira Saif Shakir My Third Grand Child

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I got a comment on one of my pictures of a child with a broken hand at Google+ , a child I shot on impulse , I shoot most of my pictures on impulse that later or maybe even after several years when I freshen them up become poems , but mind you I shoot pictures as a poet.. and my stilted prose too is poetry..

I answered the persons comment and here I bring it to Flickr but not on the original picture but the picture of my youngest grand daughter Zaira Saif Shakir, I have not been very close to her , as I have been to my other two grand daughters Marziya Shakir and Nerjis Asif Shakir..daughters of my older son.

Marziya Shakir was my first grand child I lavished her with every gift including the art of poetry that I call photography, she shoots street pictures from the age of 2 , I showed her what no parent would , I showed her poverty , the slums the world of animals , and other values I showed her the hijra eunuch community that I shoot and showcase.. I left nothing ..she shoots like me on impulse.

She is 4 years old studying in Junior KG in a convent school.

Than came Nerjis Asif her sister I launched her on Google+ within hours of her birth on the first day, but I did not shoot her the way I shot Marziya Shakir over 12 000 images or more of her at Flickr in a set.

I also compiled a set of pictures she has shot that generates a lot of views and she browses them.. and calls it

However with Nerjis Asif Shakir I had to bring all adventures of the stret to a Stop , simply because she was diagnosed with a very serious dangerous illness , no pets , and total seclusion , we all wash our hands before we touch her , and though she looks tough she is very fragile..I decided to teach her photography she is 8 month old on the Canon EOS 7D.

The first lessons are bearing fruit she loves the camera , drools over it and I make it a point every picture I shoot I show it to her on the monitor and the laptop..she is a Malang like me with a gifted sense of perception..when she fell ill I disabled view of her website her pictures.. you cant see most of them.

She has valiantly fought her illness recovered and her story continues ..

Now the prettiest Shakir in the picture Zaira Saif Shakir , she loves me and I am trying to get both Nerjis and Zaira to bond a very tough task both share a sibling rivalry for my love.. but I am trying .

I am a recuse I come from work I play with my grand kids type with one finger blog and share my Flickr imagery at Google+..

So now on this post I copy my comment of the Muslim child with the broken hand .. so it lives as a blog post too..

The comment from a Google+friend

+Firoze Shakir Many of the photos you share disturb me a great deal. You're documenting a world of extremes and violence in everyday reality. I don't understand the images and, as a photojournalist myself for many years, I keep you in a circle because I'm learning from you....but I don't really know what I'm learning. This image of this child makes me feel very sad. And it makes me wonder what in the hell is going on around him...

My reply in humility and gratitude..

Please if you think my pictures are for titillation ,, or for promoting hate ill will remove me from your Circle..

I will not take that against you as you added me in good faith..I shot this child on impulse ,near a tailoring workshop where I come to give work, it is not a slum but a mini Muslim ghetto..I saw him playing by himself I asked a lady presuming her to be his mother , what had happened to his hand, she just said matter of factly he fell broke his arm..

I was saddened I have 3 grand kids and extreme care is taken at all times they are more precious than our own lives ...but than I also realized a child imbibes his surroundings the squalor the habitat..

Now that you have made this post an issue in a certain kind of way I will try to get at the bottom of his story.. as you see it as a photo journalist I shoot and relive pain as a poet.. a street poet and street photographer..

If you saw my picture of a drunk mother and her child on the street you will know what I mean, I shoot I move on .. I shoot without asking questions I shoot jigsaw puzzles of life and it hurts me as it hurts the viewer too..

I dont shoot anything that would hurt sense or sensibility I shoot to awaken the comatose soul of human consciousness in my society.. not yours , you guys are more lucky than us but you have earned it we are trying..

And this comment is by itself a blog post..

Take Care Peace

I Dont Use Twitter Directly Only Via Flickr To Pimp My Blogs

Kids Love To Hang Out at Bandra Hill Road..

Mahavir Jayanti..

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

In Jainism, Mahavir Jayanti, also known as Mahavir Janma Kalyanak, is the most important religious holiday.[2] It celebrates the birth of Mahavira, the last Tirthankara. On the Gregorian calendar, the holiday occurs either in March or April.
He was born on the thirteenth day of the rising moon of Chaitra. The chronology accepted by all Jains places Mahavir's birth in 599 BCE.[

Birth Legend

Mahavira was born into royalty as the son of King Siddhartha and Queen Trishala. During pregnancy, Trishala was believed to have had a number of auspicious dreams, all signifying the coming of a great leader. The exact number of dreams differs according to the school of Jainism; Svetambaras generally believe that the actual number is fourteen while Digambaras claim sixteen instead. Regardless, the astrologers that interpreted these dreams claimed that the child would become either an emperor or a Tirthankar. It is said that when Trishala finally gave birth to Mahavira, the god-king Indra bathed the newborn himself with celestial milk, a ritual essentially marking him as a Tirthankar.

Local statues of Mahavira are given a ceremonial bath called the abhisheka. During the day, many Jains engage in some sort of charitable act in the name of Mahavira while others travel to temples to meditate and offer prayers. Lectures are typically held in temples to preach the path of virtue as defined by Jain doctrine. Donations are collected in order to promote charitable missions like saving cows from slaughter or helping to feed poor people. Ancient Jain temples across India typically see an extremely high volume of practitioners come to pay their respects and join in the celebrations.

muslim beggars hide their face ...allah be praised

i was in a moving ricksha and they are far away from the spectrum of my thoughts and i shot them nonetheless ...

the hijab has more freedom in the east than in the west

a garment
of womanly peace
for muslims
that a few bigots
hate and detest
criminalize it
ban it
condemn it
as it serves
them best
to divert
the peoples attention
from economic failures
poor law and order
bad governance
of a cuckoos nest
mock it lock it
all in jest
their own
dress code
next to nothing
god be blessed

the hijab has more freedom in the east than in the west

a garment
of womanly peace
for muslims
that a few bigots
hate and detest
criminalize it
ban it
condemn it
as it serves
them best
to divert
the peoples attention
from economic failures
poor law and order
bad governance
of a cuckoos nest
mock it lock it
all in jest
their own
dress code
next to nothing
god be blessed

Sitting Without Hope The Umbrella Lady of Bandra Reclamation

I mostly shoot pain , that sprouts like weeds that raises its ugly head on a mound of that is so badly fucked up it cannot be altered , renovated or repaired ...human debris lying on the roads unafraid , badly mauled mangled you cannot barter or trade so miserable that into the soil it will soon fade, life that meaningless as a metaphor god in oxymoron haste unremittingly made ,on the soul of my fucked camera consciousness he accidentally placed ...deleted doomed formatted yet unerased , pain as a picture evenly aligned with my poem..badly defaced ...