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REST IN PEACE DINESH S PAI

I Came To Offer My Condolences Ended Up Documenting the Humility of a Man

Just Me And Jesus Watched The Silent Dance of Death

I Did Not Know Losing a Friend Could Kill Me Too

Death And The Unknown Journey

Death And The Unknown Journey, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. He was someones son, brother father I know nothing , I shot another mans death.. I shot the last writhing pain that a dead person gives to the living.. on the other side prayers for my friend continued .. and it was a sad somber moment but it comes in every ones life ..

I did not wish to add text but it was necessary to you all to know that this pyre I shot was of another person and through him I relived the pain as a son I lost my parents too and the void exists today.. I lost my father and a few months later my mother .. she loved my dad and did not want to stay away from him , she invoked death and it came to touch her love her humility..

And her heritage I carry with me is her Humility .. it can never be burnt or die..

The Cosmic Cycle of Death..

The Cosmic Cycle of Death.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. This was a body of another person at the crematorium , his friends relatives had come here completed the rituals and stood at a distance and I shot my own life and death.. as a metaphor of poetic pain..a lover of humanity a follower of hussain ..

The fire burns the ego and the spirit a new garb regains .. death a new life away from pain suffering who knows you might be or not be coming again .. through death a new path regain .. a new heart a new cosmic brain..

Memories , nostalgia holding you to the living by a cosmic chain ..

At The Gates Of Death The Hindu The Muslim Become One..

At The Gates Of Death The Hindu The Muslim Become One.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. we cant hide
we cant escape
from death
his sting
a lesson
from
the setting sun
whatever
has to be will be
his will be done
we can play
hide and seek
but from
death
we cannot run
hindu
muslim
christian
only flesh
after death
become
children
of the only
one leaving
behind
our worldly
goods dreams
that we had
hastily spun
om shanti om
to a father
from his
only son

Good Bye Mr Dinesh Pai..On The Shoulders of Your Friends You Leave Mumbai

Good Bye Mr Dinesh Pai..On The Shoulders of Your Friends You Leave Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I shot these pictures of my dearest friend Mr Dinesh Pai, whose untimely death touched us all, as he touched us leading from the front , in humility and gratitude..

Most of these pictures would have not seen the light of day, I had not come here to shoot pictures I had come to offer condolences to a normal loving man a father like me..

I came to the Shivaji Park crematorium as instructed by Dr Bhujang Pai, I wore my traditional Malang clothes and came barefeet.

Before the cortege entered the crematorium the photographer who also shoots the GSB Seva Mandal Ganesha , armed with his camera told me to take some pictures of the cortege and so I decided to share this with those millions of friends of Dinesh Pai who are still not aware of his death or his funeral rites..
It happened to fast too suddenly, an accident and the flame of life was extinguished forever , and ye…

The Greatest Villain of all Time Mr Prem Chopra-"Prem naam hai mera Prem Chopra."

Mr Prem Chopra And Me

Mr Prem Chopra And Me, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I have served Mr Prem Chopra for many years now .. he is the original get up king always trying out new looks in every films, he reads his dialogues in Urdu , highly educated very erudite but down to earth , no pride , totally human and extremely devoted to his career and his family..

The two villains that I have served for a very long time are Mr Prem Chopra and Mr Danny Denzongpa.

Mr Prem Chopra- Prem naam hai mera, Prem Chopra"

Mr Prem Chopra- Prem naam hai mera, Prem Chopra", a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I was at Mr Prem Chopras house for giving him a fitting for his new clothes and took these few shots..

About Mr Prem Chopra from Wikipedia

Prem Chopra (Devanagari: प्रेम चोपड़ा) is an actor in Hindi and Punjabi films. He has acted in over 400 films. He is famous for his soft spoken diction despite being a villain in most films.

Personal life and education

Chopra was born to a Hindu Punjabi family in Lahore on 23 September 1935 to Ranbirlal and Rooprani Chopra.[1] He was third of six children. After the partition of India, his family moved to Shimla, where he was brought up.[citation needed] His father desired that Prem be a doctor.[citation needed]
He graduated from Punjab University.[1]
Chopra married[2] sister of [3] wife of late Bollywood showman Raj Kapoor, and they have three daughters: Rakita, Punita and Prerana. Punita is married to actor, Vikas Bhalla,[4] while Prerana Chopra…

Nerjis Asif Shakir 9 Month Old Google+kid

My Grandchildren Can Proudly Say Hey Look We Are Not On Facebook

Nerjis Asif Shakir Joined Google+ The Same Day She Was Born

Nerjis Asif Shakir Joined Google+ The Same Day She Was Born, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. known as the
google + kid
she ushered
in our lives
a new dawn..
with her auspicious
arrival our bad days
had totally gone
nerjis asif shakir
aspiring street
photographer
in our house
was born
a new hope
green glorious
in our family's
lawn from
our homes
thanks to her
our bad luck
stands
withdrawn

Namaste To My Friends On Google+

Namaste To My Friends On Google+, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. to everyone of you who has added the barefeet beggar to his circle

post dedicated to Jack C Crawford


sent by a 90 year old internetter my photoguru..



NAMASTE
Once upon a time, there was an ashram in the Himalayas where a great sage and his disciples lived. They all respected their Guru not only for his knowledge, but also for his love and kindness towards all. Because of his kind nature he often accepted disciples who were spiritually immature. This resulted in silly misunderstandings and quarrels among some of his disciples breaking the peace and tranquility of the hermitage.
One day the Guru was very disturbed to see their immature behavior even after his repeated advice. It saddened his good heart to see his disciples turning into slaves of jealousy and anger. His compassion did not let him throw anyone out of his hermitage. Instead, he sincerely prayed to God to give him a solution. He fasted for m…

Namaste

Namaste, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. a word
of peace love
NAMASTE
hope you can say
OM
is home on the way
for your sins
on earth you have to pay
be nice to others
you are here for a short stay
your children
are your wealth
you give them love
with love
in your old age
they will repay
every day
of your twilight
when it comes
one day
your children
are your memories
that they will
give to their children
as a floral bouquet
with tears in my eyes
I have to say
before you think
of tomorrow
do think of today
don't get lost in transit
a one time visit
no fast forward
no replay


Dedicated to Dragon Fly with love to her family..

Firoze Shakir Poet

The Shia Angst of Pain and Humanity

The Shia Angst of Pain and Humanity, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.


our bleeding
our matam
hurts them
the most
they dont mind
when muslim
terrorist blood
suckers
suicide bombing
humanity of ethnic
cleansing boast
it is only the shia
ass they love
to collectively roast
they see our bleeding
faces they see ghosts

unka dushman
hamara pyara dost

for fuck sake dont ask me
why pictures such as these I post

moharam
a 1400
year old protest
from village
to village
from coast
to coast
with our blood
on the soul
of yazidiyat
we repost

Family Eating Tadgolas

This Street Seller of Tadgolas Has Gone Through Lot of Pain

This Street Seller of Tadgolas Has Gone Through Lot of Pain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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He is Indian, unfortunately he is a North Indian from the very land being governed by a young dynamic chief minister Akhilesh Yadav..

He is now settled in Mumbai in my state , he faced hurdles but he takes it all in his stride, sometime back his hand cart was seized by the hardcore ruthless inhuman Municipality officials , and no mercy shown , his hand cart was dumped at a very distant suburb, he had to pay a fine and to bring back the handcart he would have to hire a tempo so he gave up as the transport charges he could buy two more hand carts , sold his juicy tadgolas sitting on the roads and I would surrealistically hidden in the shadows shoot his pain..

I saw him the other day and he was satisfied with life , he told me he wanted to go back to his state support his young chief minister and rebuild hope.. in whatever way he could.

So these …

After a Very Long Gap I Shoot The Hijras Of Bandra Reclamation

After a Very Long Gap I Shoot The Hijras Of Bandra Reclamation, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. They were two begging from the street shops on seeing me one of them hid her face but I dont give up I kept on shooting but I was late for work so I let the moment pass ..

I met after a few days shot them again but paid them generously near Bandra Jain Mandir Road.

If Only I Could Tell You Why We Bleed ..

If Only I Could Tell You Why We Bleed .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. the black page
of islam
accursed
son of a satan
yazid
his evil
intentions
his hate
against
the holy progeny
a war
on the soul
of humanity
he decreed
his lust
for power
his tyranny
his gluttonous
greed an
evil seed
a bastard
an incestuous
half breed
for his life
the imam
did not plead
he gave his
noble head
but he did
not pledge
his allegiance
to yazid
yazid is dead
hussain lives
we protest
with our blood
the blasphemous
sacrilege
of our creed
by the greatest
terrorist yazid