Friday, April 13, 2012

i shoot poems through pictures i shoot ...my street stories my heritage my roots

If You Google Search For Street Photographers You Will Find Them At My House

HSBC BANK IS THE WORST SPAMMER ON THE SOUL OF MY POETRY



day in day out I get calls from these number for reasons unknown to me ,

4039807400
4039807000
4044370370
4039807600
4044370330
4030442968
4040342000
4067347800
4030728471


I have no HSBC credit card and I am shocked at this blatant miuse of my mobile nimber being constantly attacked by these numbers above,,

I told them if they have an issue send a person to my house sort it out they keep asking for my credit card number and I dont have a credit card I paid my dues and discontinued their card service which is nothing short of money lending ..and than extortion..

I told them I will go to the cops if it does not stop..

What Is Photography..Dont Ask These Children .. They Are Born Photographers

photography
a holistic touch
that touches others
a spiritual state
creates love
destroys hate
turns stones
into sparkling
agates
a picture
has no time
for diatribe
or debate
a mental state
pictures you shoot
were predestined
on the soul
of another persons
consciousness
by cosmic fate
pictures of diverse
nature ..open gates
you throw a coin
on the miserable
face of an urchin
but wont ever
ask him
what he ate

who the fuck cares

governmental
apathy
governmental graffiti
politics bare
circling thoughts
hidden in squares
life a game of
musical chairs
some lose out
some win
political players
some pushed up
some fall
downstairs
hasty repairs
upcoming election
wash and wear
todays politician
a millionaire
his paws
that of his family members
firmly clutching
the treasury shares
crooked intentions
wordly affairs
democracy sucks
who the fuck cares..
fools elect
smarter fools
who once
become ministers
put on airs
a bald electorate
no more hair
to divert the attention
from recession
economic despair
muscles in and
false accusations
weapons of mass destruction
war declares
a global eunuch body
watches shamelessly
who the fuck cares
god a page that
cannot be displayed
server cannot be found
unanswered prayers
the broken back world
shouts and swears
who the fuck cares

Two Grand Fathers Shot By Marziya Shakir 4 Year Old on Canon EOS 7 D

I am +Marziya Shakir grand father
Sardar Nawab is my grand daughter Zaira Saif Shakirs maternal grand father

The Beggar Poet Shot By a 4 Year Old On Canon EOS 7D With Vertical Grip

I feel immensely guilty , the camera belongs to her a gift from my boss to add to the gift of her inner vision, simply because my generous boss and Marziya Shakir were born on 24 November ..a very lucky day according to my poetic astral evaluation.. People born on this day are born winners , you wont ever find them giving up.. is how I surmise this thought through a picture shot by the youngest street photographer of Mumbai..

Marziya Shakir studies in Junior Kg at Bandra , a very normal child , warm friendly , my first grand kid..she was born to the soul of my photography, she inherited it by default, and the vertical Grip is as heavy as the camera itself.. I bought this grip recently for the batter saving advantage,,

Marziya Shakir had the largest number of friends on Facebook but we opted out choosing a more saner , highly human loving place to share our ethos Google+

Marziya Shakir has one wish and it is a very tough one that has battered my soul no end , when Marziya was small I introduced her to a beggar friend Appu , who has tragically no hands or legs and is all of a human stump..

Marziya wants to shoot Appu.. and I have not been able to find him , my wife spotted him last night at Bhendi Bazar ,we were in town for some work.. and she told me when we were on our way ..back home late night.

Appu is the person without limbs , limbs akimbo who taught me to walk upright tall in a world of stunted giants ,he taught me humility ,he taught me to value my inner life,...

So I shall hunt for Appu , and fulfill Marziya Shakirs wish.. but before that I shall buy Marziya a light weight Canon camera to make her shoot what she wants to shoot.

Last night Marziya shot me again with the vertical grip , and she will never take the camera without placing the strap round her neck come what may.


--

Shooting Pictures is Very Easy Recreating it as a Poetic Thought is What Matters Most



I have seen a lot of conceited arrogant brash , high end camera proud photographers in my life..people with misplaced attitude who think camera makes pictures , or very proud because they learnt photography abroad.. or in a famous Institute ..

I learnt photography the hard way.. but I was lucky I learnt it on black and white film and slides ..

My grand daughter Marziya Shakir 4 year old learnt it as hind sight , her first lessons imbibed from her photo guru Dr Glenn Losack MD New York.

And in all humility I taught Marziya Shakir to Ulearn Photography as taught through text books .. I taught her to learn photography, by recreating it as poetry on the soul of another persons poetic consciousness.


And this picture shot of me aka Beggar poet by Marziya Shakir on the Canon EOS 7 D with the heavy vertical grip attached to the camera.

Marziyas framing and the tilt of her pictures creates magic and I am also learning much from her ..every nuance ..Marziya Shakir adds beauty to white space .. she does not whine grumble when the interface of her life changes like some adult diaper dependent folks on Google+

She got used to the heavy Canon vertical grip , she did not tell me to remove it.. so I learn the meaning of graceful acceptance from my gifted 4 year old grand daughter.

The Beggar Poet Shot By a 4 Year Old On Canon EOS 7D With Vertical Grip

I feel immensely guilty , the camera belongs to her a gift from my boss to add to the gift of her inner vision, simply because my generous boss and Marziya Shakir were born on 24 November ..a very lucky day according to my poetic astral evaluation.. People born on this day are born winners , you wont ever find them giving up.. is how I surmise this thought through a picture shot by the youngest street photographer of Mumbai..

Marziya Shakir studies in Junior Kg at Bandra , a very normal child , warm friendly , my first grand kid..she was born to the soul of my photography, she inherited it by default, and the vertical Grip is as heavy as the camera itself.. I bought this grip recently for the batter saving advantage,,

Marziya Shakir had the largest number of friends on Facebook but we opted out choosing a more saner , highly human loving place to share our ethos Google+

Marziya Shakir has one wish and it is a very tough one that has battered my soul no end , when Marziya was small I introduced her to a beggar friend Appu , who has tragically no hands or legs and is all of a human stump..

Marziya wants to shoot Appu.. and I have not been able to find him , my wife spotted him last night at Bhendi Bazar ,we were in town for some work.. and she told me when we were on our way ..back home late night.

Appu is the person without limbs , limbs akimbo who taught me to walk upright tall in a world of stunted giants ,he taught me humility ,he taught me to value my inner life,...

So I shall hunt for Appu , and fulfill Marziya Shakirs wish.. but before that I shall buy Marziya a light weight Canon camera to make her shoot what she wants to shoot.

Last night Marziya shot me again with the vertical grip , and she will never take the camera without placing the strap round her neck come what may.


--

it was exactly an year that we met

on facebook
a disaster
prone place
on the internet
a cricket match
a losing bet
a cold maiden
i tried hard to get
moments spent lost
found i must
forget a
power bubble
that burst
on the soul
of my consciousness
dreams of her
make me wet
creating art
misty memories
seminal
soliloquy
my angst
my restless
poetry
written
on the seat
of my blue toilet
a slithery moment
'desirous that
slipped out
of my net

Good Friday Was Bought To You By The Beggar Poet of Mumbai

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Dear Firoze,

We just want to place on record, our deep appreciation for all that you do for humankind.

We are with you in spirit and in truth.

Blessings & Respect,

Your brother in Christ,

Joe Dias

DNA E-Paper - Daily News & Analysis -Mumbai,India
epaper.dnaindia.com/epapermain.aspx?pgNo=5&edcode=820...
epaper.dnaindia.com/print.aspx?id=13981&boxid=2658860...

Seeking inspiration from stations of the cross

Christians take out processions to experience the pain and
sacrifice Christ went through

Ashutosh Shukla
DNA [Daily News and Analysis]
Saturday, Apr 07, 2012, City, MUMBAI, page 5.

At Pratirakhsa Nagar, Vakola, fashion designer Firoze Shakir
stands out in the thousands gathered to see the enactment of
crucifixion of Christ. A Muslim by faith, it is not his fancy
Malang wardrobe, but his bare feet in the scorching summer
afternoon, which draws attentions. Apparently, he is here to see
the "passion of Christ".

Though he is clothed and even sits in a truck sometimes, the
scorching ground does make it unbearable for his bare feet.
"Christ walked barefoot. And it is the physicality of this pain
that I wanted to go through. For me, walking barefoot is giving
back to the society, as taught in my convent school," says
Shakir.

The 40-year-old Shakir, who has studied in the Holy Name
High School at Colaba, has been covering the 'stations of cross',
as the enactment plays are called, for five years now. "I even
go for the Lalbaug Raja ganapati too and take pictures for
posting them on flicker for people to see and follow," he adds.

A self-confessed poet, Shakir wants to prove that walking
aside Christians helps him "appreciate beauty of other religions"
and "identify with their pain", thus making more human. "I like
the passion of the Christ. I see his pain like that of Imam
Hussein. As a poet I see a metaphor there," he says.

While Shakir attended the stations of cross to prove his
point of religious harmony, many others came to learn from the
Christ's sufferings and the forgiveness he preached. "The walk
is a small act of reverence I make for his sacrifice for us.
It's a day of prayers and we look to learn from him," said Judith
Daftary, a 39-year-old who had come alone all the way from Marol
alone.

The D'Souzas who had come with their entire family wanted
their children to learn from Christ. "I want my kids to know the
sufferings He went through," said Ivy D'Souza, 36-year-old Santa
Cruz resident and mother of two.

The Third Street Photographer Grand Daughter In My Family

She is the prettiest Shakir in our family and tomorrow she will be six month old , my younger sons daughter Zaira Saif Shakir, shot by her dad..

My grand kids are all net savvy and Marziya Shakir is the whiz in the family , both my sons are soft ware programmers so obviously their kids take after them..

Zaira Saif Shakir is also known as Fatima Zaira..

Lalbaugh Chya Raja Mukut Darshan 2019

I am perhaps the only Muslim shooting Lalbaugh Chya Raja for over 20 years or more ,,thanks to Mr Sudhir Salvi head honcho of the Mandal.....