Blanked Out, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I dont know anything , i hit my head had on the ground and lost all consciousness , I remember nothing I recall nothing..that the guy who had my camera shot this shows that he was as possessed as I was..he needed no instruction manual , he had never used a SLR ..this is the world of Metaphysics Surrealism..nothing exists and yet what does no exist is still part of existence..
The beats of the drums of the siddis can hypnotize the human soul made of clay,. they keep chanting gor gor bawa gor..
I have shot a lot of possession pictures yesterday and today, and it is a sad state of affair for the women possessed..I shot the effect of the loban smoke on these poor creatures and how the smoke bought them solace..
The women possessed will ea up the coals in the loban stand, and the colloquial saying is they have a bala on their heads, evil spirit..as photography of the women is not encouraged I manage to add their pain in my frame by using wide..
I went through the same motion of moving my head non stop at Fakhruddin Shah Babas Shrine , and collapsed on the floor.. again the drums led me on constantly //
The Possessed Man's Cry, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. chained to ancient satanic law flapping his chicken neck in a devils claw man clings to save his drowning soul from a locked jaw mired waters hope as a last straw as they beat him from his putrid flesh his dead blood draw some who mock laugh and guffaw from this world of superstitious pain his soul wont withdraw beating his head breaking his head mercy ya allah reliving life unliving life a tragic life flaw
I shot this many years back on Chehlum day at Hussain Tekri Jaorah and he was hungry.. not just for food...
Cry In The Wilderness, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. a home no address streets of pain life's barrenness a poem of life words cant express failure thy name is success man a burden of sorrow beneath his dress my pictures a picture of time standing still man in distress a fall from grace with a few coins they bless poetic pathos poetic pain poetic angst poetic anguish mans humility at gods largess he created chaos from silence ahinsa from violence need i stress trampled by karma in the name of progress
These are pictures of Hussain Tekri Jaorah , as I am posting the links to Facebook I am re seeing them in a new light call it poetry , I am updating the silence of my post..these pictures tire and sadden me but this is what I shoot and these are pictures I shot before I was influenced by Glenn Losack who shoots pain as poetically as I do..
I could write poems on his pictures as I understood the metaphor of pain in my backyard , and I could not write poems on his picture…
Moulah Ali Shrine Hyderabad., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Perched on top of a hillock is Hyderabads famous Shrine of Hazrat Ali, followers from far and wide come here to pay their floral tributes and invoke the first Shia Imam for blessings.Beneath the Shrine at the foothills is the Shrine of his brave son Hazrat Abbas ..This is my new series I visited Hyderabad almost 5 years back, pictures shot on negatives.The first time I came to Hyderabad to shoot Ashura all by myeslf ,than I came again to shoot the Chehlum, this time with my wife Afshaan.Hyderabad the fabulous city of the Nawabs is grandeur personified , the people of Hyderabad , absolutely honest, hospitable and even the poorer lot totally humble.For the Shias of Hyderabad Moharam is a way of Life , almost Life itself.The Hyderabadi Moharam fervour is a collective ethos of spirtuality.Azadri E Hussain , is awesome here in Hyderabad.Only black shirts and clothes for the mourning period that lasts 2 mont…
We Are Malangs of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. This was shot by Marziyas mother and it is scary everyone in my house are now inspired by a 4 year old to shoot good pictures and they all shoot good pictures without any formal knowledge of photography..
Nerjis Asif Shakir 9 month is an aspiring street photographer and a malang like we read each others thoughts including thoughts of people around, I say this in humility as it is a gift, to know what is going to happen next, but we are not astrologers or face readers .. it just comes.
Younger son Saif has taken the Canon EOS 7D manual to shoot better , his muse is his daughter Zaira Saif Shakir my prettiest grand daughter 6 month old..
Marziya Shakir will troop in with Nerjis mornings she moves me away from the laptop and sconces herself with You Tube nursery rhymes ..Nerjis takes my Black Berry calls up people on my contact list by pressing the keys of her choice..
Oṃ maṇi padme hūṃ (Sanskrit: ओं मणिपद्मे हूं, IPA: [õːː məɳipəd̪meː ɦũː]) is the six syllabled mantra particularly associated with the four-armed Shadakshari form of Avalokiteshvara (Tibetan Jainraisig, Chinese Guanyin), the bodhisattva of compassion. Mani means "the jewel" and Padma means "the lotus". The mantra is especially revered by devotees of the Dalai Lama, as he is said to be an incarnation of Chenrezig or Avalokiteshvara. It is commonly carved onto rocks or written on paper which is inserted into prayer wheels, said to increase the mantra's effects.
In English the mantra is variously transliterated, depending on the schools of Buddhism as well as individual teachers. Most authorities consider maṇipadme to be one compound word rather than two simple words. Sanskrit writing does not have capital lett…
These Buddhist monks are from Kerala and were surprised that though I told them I was a Muslim I carried my Jesus stick.. and I carried my camera being an incorrigible street photographer..I try to capture the poetry of life they invariably end up as pictures ..
After a very long time I wore my black Djellaba and a bit of my jewelry , I am overtly over dressed but I was low key as I was here to attend a funeral of a friend.
I speak a wee bit of Malyali so they felt at home with me.. and one of their friends shot this picture for posterity.
A lot of young kids guys mostly come to Haji Malng in pursuit of hijras , to befriend them taken in by their beauty charm and wealth too..
And this is a fact, documented by me as photography, and why not, spirituality may be there as one of the reasons , but hijra stalking ogling goes on unabated , a lot of guys get upset when I dont shoot them but than my frame is full of hijras I am showcasing their real life as it exists.
The hijras are connected to Ajmer Sharif and Haji Malang , as both these Saints are considered as Protectors Guardians of Hijras and mind you the hijras give away everything to the Holy Saints.. without keeping anything back and one bigot Trustee of Haji Malang was upset that I give importance to hiras at Haji Malang..why not I never claimed I was a Sufi adherent I could have come to Malangad shot the hijras gone away but …
Mr Dinesh Pai My Dear Friend Om Shanti Om RIP, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. The picture of me my dear departed friend Dinesh S Pai in happier times , come what may , and he was aware that my other friend Dr Bhujang Pai invites me to the GSB Seva Mandal Ganesha celebrations at Kings Circle, yet Dinesh bhai as I called him would personally invite me to take darshan and above all shoot pictures and at this venue photography is strictly prohibited ..
I shot extensively and passionately as people at Facebook those days waited for my GSB uploads and I never failed them..Sunil Shenoy and others.
However I left Facebook moved to Google+ so I link a few of my Flickr blogs here ...
I just sent his son Amit D Pai the link to my new set on Dinesh S Pai this includes the funeral and pictures of the past as unforgettable memories.
Death dies but memories remain as pictures thoughts and as poetry of Life .. and this is the purpose of my photography to share .. and this also is t…
I Shall Miss My Dear Friend Dinesh S Pai.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Every year he invited me to the Lords Darbar and I came barefeet in humility to document one of the finest Indian communities , the Gaud Saraswat Brahmins .. and they inspired my own beliefs as a Muslim I came to the Lord s Darbar to share his pictures as Hope and Hindutva a Message of Peace and Humanity.
And it is my Hindu friends that made me a good Muslim a good humanbeing without them I would have not been able to reach this far .. and this new set on Dinesh S Pai is my tribute to a giant of a Man..
This morning I was inconsolable I cried I wept and these pictures are testimony of his love for me and I met him through my dear friend Dr Bhujang Pai of Seven Hills Hospital..
I know this is huge loss for his family and the erstwhile GSB community of Mumbai ..