Tuesday, April 24, 2012

When Life Fucks You .. With Your Clothes on ..

Man Can Do Without Art And Culture But Not Without Newspapers

The Dying Race of The Boot Polish Boy

they get addicted to boot polish sniffing become drug addicts and die

Dress Code is a greater Issue in France than Good Governance and Generating Employment

Newspapers Mostly Fuck The Readers Mind .. That Was Already Fucked Before He Begins Reading It

The Peace Loving Muslim Man of India ..In Most Muslim Countries There Is No Peace Among Muslim Men

because dogs dont fall in love they sleep well ..they dont get fucked like humanbeings

its a womans world .. a balancing act in macho male dominated woman hating society ..

No Entry ..Meaning of the Block Tool

I Use Google+ as Blogspot+

Muslim Society Created Beggars To Appease God Through Charity

Almost blackmailed him in the bargain ..

There Are More Spammers on Google+ Than Beggars on the Streets of Mumbai

Do Beggars Have Imagination...

I shot him before I shot his sleep his name is Mohomed Jaffar .. and here I shot him dreaming , I tried to penetrate his dreams and I could being a Malang but he is smarter than me he had placed a block I could not enter the barbed fence of his imagination..

But than my altar ego asked me casually do beggars have imaginations I looked at my altar ego reprimanding him with a stern look ,..I told him right away only beggar poets have imagination ,lucid fertile a field overpopulated with stringy words like beads .. woven as a necklace held prcariously on the heaving bosom of my muse...

She left me for a younger more physically virile man the virility of my mind too was not to her liking.. and I was nothing but a poetic speculation ..

Its been an age since she shut the door on my face she broke my nose in the bargain.. it hurts each time i snore along with my deleted dreams she was right when she called me a raving lunatic..

She liked me but not my status as quintessential beggar poet... who begs on the streets writes poetry with a crooked hand ..and she warned me not to post pictures of me begging with the beggars at Ajmer Sharif or at the Kumbh with the Naga Sadhus ..or breaking fast with the beggars of Bhendi Bazar during Ramzan.

I Shoot Strangers On The Street ...A Beggar With a Mobile Phone a Canon 7 D Camera Barefeet

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pictures i shoot
i will not delete
with what you
shoot i dont
i shoot pain
i shoot
suicidal defeat
i shoot strangers
their attitude
sitting in
cab in the
front seat
i shoot husk
i shoot chaff
of life
i shoot wheat
i shoot bodies
dying heartbeats
i shoot a path
where hope
failure meet
a thought
as a microblog
i tweet
on google+
i pimp my
beggarly angst
i dont defraud
or cheat
i am diabetic
bitter i hate

The Trembling Bed Of Sorrows .. Dead Tomorrows

this was the creaky bed
they made love first time
on their wedding night
the pesky pillow talks
those red love bites
when he within her
she held tight
poetic love
poetic flight
string less love
hovering like a kite
delirious delights
arabian nights
than came the
the unemployment
the daily fights
from paul
to pay peter
on the quiet
the children
a tv serial
a ghastly sight
than she walked
out on him
one night
the children
at her mothers
place color
turned to
black and white
in a dying ocean
he cut his wrist
he committed
a story
without end
when all love
died ...
the tremblinb bed
in seminal tears
of a dreamless
night searches
for hope on the
an epitaph
of failed
on the

Sweet Memories .. Living Legends Dont Die

this year
will be a sad
one for all
i shall
for your
phone call
on your
children s
Facebook wall
of your love
your devotion
to the Lord GSB
your humility
above all
each and everyone
whom you touched
big and small
your daughter
your princess
your little doll
you son amit
as a child
in the hall
little things
they will
sit back
with every
of goodwill
you have
become tall
dinesh pai
you live
in hearts
souls minds
all in all

this is my 230,034 blog at flickr.com

the over stylish garment of faith the sunni chador

life is a frickin pain .. in the ass

Shahadat E Bibi Fatima

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Janatul Baqi Google Images

Today the Shias celebrate a very sad mournful day the Martyrdom of Prncess Fatima the only daughter of the Holy Prophet of Islam wife of his cousin Imam Ali and mother of Hassan Hussain Bibi Zainab.. This is an old post I am updating today .. 24 April 2012

I write about Shia women, the fountain head of our Faith, the beacon of light of our Faith.
They only they are the powerhouse of our impregnable Faith.
Without Shia women there is no Shiasm.Shiasm is alive as Shia women as Mothers , bring forth Faith , faith as a newborn child, who will become the father of Man.
For me no Mullahdom, no monument man made is greater than the contribution of the Shia mother.She is the embodiment of a single drop of tear that fell from the eye of Bibi Fatima, yes our race is born through a drop of a tear, a mothers tear to a Shia mother, a pledge between Bibi Fatima and her Shia women to keep the flame of Shiasm alive.

Yes I touch a Shia mothers feet,beneath it lies Paradise.Call me a Heretic, I will reply yes I am a Shia.
It is Bibi Fatima the unfortunate mother , who worked, labored on the grinding stone to wean her children Hassan and Hussain, wife of Hazrat Ali, daughter of the Holy Prophet.
This erstwhile mother worked on the grinding stone, this lady devout, humble, the daughter of the richest woman on the Arabian Pnninsular Bibi Khadija.
She suffered on the passing away of the Messenger of God, deprived of her personal inheritance, ill treated by a political Islam, she stood her ground.Already aware of the hardships to come, hardships on her children, on Islam.But she led from the front, it is her values, that she instilled in her children, that saved Islam from Islam.
Martyrdom is an inalienable spiritual right of Inheritance..
Karbala was the battleground of Faith that stood against a powerful Yazidi force, each one slaughtered, Arab cruelty at its worst, death you would not wish for your worst enemy , such a death was meted out to the kith and kin of the Holy Prophet , this is not a melodrama or Majlis rhetoric, this is Truth, that for 1400 years the people have ignored chosen to erase Karbala…but Karbala is imprinted on every Shia heart..The Shia mother is the soul of our Shiasm who keeps our faith alive.Maksade Fatima for a Maksade Hussain.
It is Azadari E Hussain , that is a Shia mothers Motherhood that she passes onto us her children..yes I am crying this is in rememberance of my dead Mother , she made me a better Shia than a Shia hardliner.

Shah ast Hussain, Baad Shah ast Hussain,
Deen ast Hussain, Deen Panah ast Hussain,
Sar dad na daad dast, dar daste Yazeed,
Haqqah ke binaaye La Ilaha ast Hussain!

Tomorrow is th eve of the Martyrdom of Bibi Fatima..
Wife and my daughter, my daughter in law have been attending 5 days ladies majlis at Shia Mehfil at Bandra Bazar Road.

Third Infallible Fatima (SA), daughter of the Holy Prophet (SAW)

The Prophet of Islam had only one daughter named Fatima. Her mother Khadija had two other daughters from her two earlier marriages. When The Prophet married her, both daughters came with her mother to live in the house of the Prophet. Hazrat Fatima (SA) was born five years after Besath (Declaration of Prophet hood) when Muhammad (SAW) was about 45 years old and her mother Khadija was about 55 years old. The Date of her birth was 20th Jumada al-Akhar. She has many following titles.

Al-Siddiqah (The Honest One)
Al-Mubarakah (The Blessed One)
At-Taherah (The Virtuous)
Az-Zakiyah (The Chaste)
Ar-Radhiah (The Satisfied or Gratified One)
Al-Mardhiah (Who well-pleases Allah)
Az-Zahra (The Splendid One/ Lady of Light)
Al-Batoul (The Chaste and Pure One)
Al-Adhra (The Virgin or the Chaste)
Al-Muhaddathah (Who spoken by Angels)
Syedatun Nisa al-Alamin (Leader of the women of the worlds)
After the death of her mother Khadija, she looked after her father the Prophet of Islam so devoutly that Muhammad (SAW) used to call her “Umm-e-Abiha”, i.e. the mother her father. This was the hardest time for the family because in the same year Abu Talib who was the protector of Muhammad (SAW) from the animosity of the Quraish also died in the same year as Khadija. Muhammad (SAW) married Umm-e-Salama, an old widow after the death of Khadija to have someone to look after the household chores. When Umm-e-Salama was requested to tutor the child Fatima (SA), the wise woman replied “How can I tutor one who is the personification of high virtues and purity. It is I who should learn from her.” Her childhood, therefore, was passed in a very chaste and modest environment. It was then that she saw her revered father preaching Islam in the most hostile atmosphere. The hostility of the Quraish after the death of Abu Talib and Khadija was the strongest. Fatima saw and dressed the wounds sustained by her father due to the stones thrown on him by the non-believers. She might have heard and seen that certain wretched women hurled rubbish on her noble father. She might have learnt of the plans made to put an end to her father’s life. But from all these things Fatima was neither frightened nor disheartened. She comforted her father, tended to his wounds even at that tender age. The entire family was blanketed with clouds of sorrowful gas a result of the almost daily humiliation and mockery to which her most revered father was subjected.


When the migration took place, Fatima was left in Makka with the rest of the family which included her step mother Umm-e-Salama, Ali’s (AS) mother Fatima binte Asad and many others. Ali (AS) was in charge of the family. He stayed in Makka for another 3 days to give back the deposits to the Makkans who entrusted these to the Prophet for safe keeping. After fulfilling this duty Ali (AS) brought the family to Madina.


After one years stay in Madina when Fatima(SA) was about 10 years old that proposals for marriage began to be received by the Prophet who politely refused to accept by simply saying that it is in the hands of Allah, that he was awaiting Allah’s decree in this matter.

Fatima (SA) was the model of Prophet’s teaching among women just as Ali (AS) was the best embodiment of his instructions and manly qualities among men. They were the most suitable couple to be married. But Ali (AS) was too modest to speak about it. After some persuasion from friends he finally went to see the Prophet in the mosque and proposed for marriage. Prophet told Fatima about it and asked her whether she would approve. After receiving her consent the marriage of Fatima (SA) and Ali (AS) took place in the simplest possible manner. Ali (AS) sold his shield of amour for 200 Dirhams, brought the money to the Holy Prophet (SAW) who added a similar amount and asked his companions to buy household goods to set up home for the Holy Family. Marriage was solemnized by the Prophet himself and after marriage the couple went to live in a separate house next to the House of the Prophet around the Mosque.


Hassan (AS) was born in the 3rd year of Hijra, Hussain (AS) was born in the 4th year of Hijra, Zainab was born in the 6th year of Hijra, Umm-e-Kulsoom was born in the 7th year of Hijra.

It was in the same house that the famous Verse of Purification (Sura 33.Verse 33) was revealed on the Holy Prophet and its narration by Fatima has become so famous that it is read in every Muslim house as Hadith-e-Kisa. The Reading of this Hadith brings blessings to the household. (Tafseer-e-Kabir by Al-Razi)

It was in the same house where this blessed family fasted for three days continuously without eating any food giving away their Iftari to a beggar, an orphan and a prisoner who arrived at their door and asked for food. The Verse in Sura Dahr revealed in praise of their extremely charitable act in the way of Allah.

It was in the same house where every morning the Holy Prophet stood outside and said loudly “Assalamo Alaikum Ya Ahlebaitin Nubuwwah” Peace and blessings on the people of the Household of the Nabi.

There was so much respect in the heart of the Holy Prophet for Fatima (SA) that whenever Fatima (SA) arrived in the mosque of the Prophet, the Holy Prophet (SAW) stood up to respect her. This gesture was also to show the companions respect for women generally which was lacking in the Arabian society of the day.

These acts of the Prophet (SAW) were to show the companions that this house and its occupants have a special place in the way of Allah and that this status should be maintained after the death of the Prophet (SAW). Unfortunately this was not done as the Holy Prophet (SAW) intended his companions to do. History tells us some very sad moments connected with this house.

After the death of the Prophet when Ali (AS) did not come out to give his oath of allegiance to Abu Bakr, the door of the house was burnt down to get him out and in the process Fatima (SA) was injured. Her 5th unborn child (Mohsin) died because of this harsh action of some of the companions and she herself died within 3 months of the death of her Holy Father.

The following lines of poetry show her ordeal after the death of her holy father very clearly.

“After the death of my father my sufferings were so great that if such hardships fell upon days, the days would turn into nights.”

Fatima (SA) was a symbol of womanhood in Islam. How a daughter, a wife and a mother should behave in their ordinary lives. She was devoted to her father, looked after him when he was in distress by the hands of the non-believers of Makka, she was the exemplary wife, queen of her household yet fair to her maid servant Fizza to divide household chores between herself and the maid servant, she was a devout wife and the most loving mother to her children.

There were occasions when there was no food for the family, but she would never complain. Once Ali (AS) went out to do some work to get food for the family but returned empty handed. Fatima asked Ali (AS) what happened to the food. Ali (AS) said that he did earn some money and bought food, but while on his way home he met some poor hungry persons and gave away all the food to them. When the Prophet heard of this situation he brought some food for the family and told them that Ali’s charitable act was of the greatest value in the eyes of Allah.

The whole family was thankful to Allah and there were no complaints against anyone.

She would go to the mosque of the Prophet to participate in the prayers with all the ladies; she would go out in the battlefield to tend the wounded. In the battle of Ohud, when her father was injured she tended him, cleaned his wounds, put some burnt wool on the wounds to stop blood flowing. When the Holy Prophet (SAW) recovered, he thanked her for her great work in the battlefield.

Death of Hazrat Fatima (SA)

On 3rd of the month of Jumada al-Thani Hazrat Fatima (SA) died. This was about 90 days after the death of her Holy Father. Asma binte Umais in the same house to help her household work tells the story of her death in a very moving manner. When the day arrived she prepared food for her children, then she told Asma that she was going to her prayer room. She would say Takbeer loudly at various intervals. When Asma does not hear the sound of Takbeer she should go out to the mosque and tell Hazrat Ali (AS) about the death of his wife. If in the meantime the children come home give them food before telling them about the death of their mother. Hasan and Hussain arrived and Usma brought some food for them. They said they do not eat without their mother and she had to tell the children of the death of their mother. Both entered the prayer room and stayed with her for a while. Hazrat Ali (AS) arrived and prepared for the last rites. When he was giving her last bath he cried loudly. Asma asked the reason and he said he could not bear to see the wound by her side when the door of the house fell on her due to commotion by some of the companions of the Prophet when they all wanted Ali (AS) to come out of the house for the oath of Allegiance to Abu Bakr. After performing the last rites she was taken to the cemetery of Baqi in the darkness of the night for burial as per her wish. Very few family members were present at the burial of the daughter of the Prophet. Some historians say that she was buried in her own house which became part of the Masjid-e-Nabavi during the reign of Umavi Caliph Umar Ibne Abdul Aziz.

May 30th, 2007

The Sufi Follower of Peace ..

The Mad Woman of Bangladesh

picture shot by dr glenn losack md in bangladesh

once she was a beautiful flower
today fallen from grace
travesty of human life
unashamed body fright
in a broken down glass case
at the mercy of a lost mind space
the tragedy of a mad woman
from bangladesh
urn of motherhood
happiness she
cannot trade
looking at her
with mocking eyes
a crazier lot than her
face to face
yes a slap
on the human race
it is man
who destroys
a woman always
the tide and destiny
of womanhood deface
yes frivolous favorite creature of god
he has so many uncaptured dreams to chase
through his genetic loss
our ancestry we trace

In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.

This Child Is The Bravest In My Family - She Gives Us a Reason To Live

Nerjis Asif Shakir 9 month old is a fighter ..she doe not give up and through her we mortals get our strength our hope , she has carved her destiny on this beggar poets scarred soul, healing him as she heals herself..

She is learning to walk, she use the Black Berry to call people whom I may have forgotten she presses the keys and I am talking to old friends ..

She knows the actual meaning of the lap top and she connects herself to all of you..

Than comes the camera , after every shot I show her the outcome on the monitor , yes I began teaching this child photography from the very first day she was born I placed her hands on the soul of the camera the third eye of Shiva the cosmic eye that misses nothing not even your borrowed heart beat.

I dont know whether my grand daughters will become photographers but I know through the camera they will heal the soul of beggars the untouchables the eunuchs .. those children of the lesser god that the greater man has forgotten too.

And my grand children have given me a purpose ..they are my Learners Academy I unlearn from them the meaning of Life..

Nerjis Asif Shakir born on the same day as her father 17 July..

And her favorite toy is the measuring tape.. these days, that accidentally fell from my pocket and now she wont let it go..

The umarked grave of a beggar poet ..please dont litter with flowers and candles

A Fucked Shithole Called The Other Side of Bandra ... Bazar Road

The new Congress I corporator of our area elected recently has not yet seen it , because he lives in another area ..

This Is Where I Live ...The Politicians Who are Responsible for This God Wont Forgive

As a photographer, I don't believe the camera steals a soul -- from my experience, it only serves to reveal one.

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As a photographer, I don't believe the camera steals a soul -- from my experience, it only serves to reveal one. It's just another tool to breathe life into the mundane and fantastic objects of the world... how lucky we are to be able to actually see through another's eye! I call that a blessing. 

Yes! It makes me want to visit... there is so much texture, life and beauty -- even in the dismal conditions.... I'm glad +Firoze Shakir is here to share with those of us who can't witness for ourselves. <3

Bethany Stephenson Google+

These are words hitting the soul of find faulting Man , the Man who think cameras rob the soul of humanbeings by taking their pictures ..

And this young lady put the matter to rest by her kind words on my grand daughter Marziyas picture..

Marziya Shakir is 4 year old , began her tryst with photography when she was two and the person who blessed her molded her love for photography is a American Jew .. an integral part of our family , the only white man who made our home his home..Dr Glenn Losack MD Manhattan New York, a fantastic street photographer , Glenn is Marziyas photo guru.. I am the grand father ..

Marziyas first camera Nikon D 80 was gifted by Dr Glenn Losack , she shot the streets the beggars and the eunuchs..

Than a friend from Dubai Zain gifted her the Nikon D 3100 she used it for sometime till it was taken by my photography aspiring only daughter..

Finally my boss gifted her the Canon EOS 7 D .. that became mine by default with the vertical grip Marziya still shot pictures but got tired after a few shots..

And I collected all my resources ,borrowed a bit , to make her dream come true I gave her the Canon EOD 60 D her own camera finally.

To keep her passion alive I could have scrounged bought her a cheap plastic one saved money for a rainy day, but I did not at our house Marziya Shakir is the standard of love of photography.

So I bought her a camera that does justice to her growth as a street photographer and we dont use Nikon I say this in the same breath as we are not on Facebook...

We are serious about our choice we make in life .. it affects the direction of our pledge .. a pledge to use photography as an instrument to heal the world and on the right platform..Flivkr and Google+

This Flickr account got its lease of life a two year Pro membership thanks t Jack C Crawford my good friend on Google+..

And this post my first blog at 5.54 am is dedicated to Bethany.. God Bless you Beth

the manhole .. if you accidentally fall into the municipality will call you asshole

sour grapes she said ,..left me with thorns on my bed

The Quintessential Beedi of the Poor Man

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A beedi ( /ˈbiːdiː/; from Hindi: बीड़ी; also spelled bidi[1] or biri[2]) is a thin, South Asian[3] cigarette filled with tobacco flake and wrapped in a tendu leaf tied with a string at one end.
The word comes from beeda, Marwari for a leaf wrapped in betel nuts, herbs, and condiments.[4]
A traditional method of tobacco use throughout South Asia and parts of the Middle East,[5] today beedies are popular[2] and inexpensive[6] in India. There, beedi consumption outpaces that of conventional cigarettes[2] although these tobacco-filled leaves deliver more nicotine,[7] carbon monoxide[8] and tar[8] and carry a greater risk of oral cancers.[3]
Beedies accounted for 48% of Indian tobacco consumption in 2008.[2]
Like all tobacco use, beedis increase the risk of certain kinds of cancers, heart disease and lung disease.[8]

Indian tobacco cultivation began in the late 17th century,[9] and beedies were first created when tobacco workers took left over tobacco and rolled it in leaves.[9]
The commercial Indian beedi industry saw rapid growth during the 1930s[10] probably driven by an expansion of tobacco cultivation at the time[11] but also helped by Gandhi's support of Indian industry and Indian products.[12] Perhaps due to this, educated classes in India grew to prefer beedies over cigarettes[9] although this is no longer the case.[13] Muslim leaders, calling cigarettes foreign products, have also endorsed beedies over cigarettes at times.[14]
By the middle of the 20th century beedi manufacture had grown into a highly competitive industry.[9] This stage of commercial production—at the height of the beedi's popularity[citation needed]—saw the creation of many new beedi brands[9] as well as beedi factories employing upwards of one hundred, primarily male,[10] beedi rollers.[10]
Factory-based beedi production declined as a result of increased regulation during the 1940s, '50s and '60s[11] and beedi-making became a cottage industry with a home-based women workforce predominantly employed only in the beedi rolling.[11] In contrast, males continue to be employed in all aspects of beedi production.[11]

Unlike cigarettes, beedies must be puffed frequently to keep them lit, and doing so requires effort.[15]
[edit]Poor man's cigarette
Beedi smoking tends to be associated with a lower social standing,[13] and these inexpensive–2-8 rupees (USD $0.05 -0.18) for a pack[6]. Those with a high social standing who do smoke beedies often do so out of the public eye.[13]
[edit]Beedies in the United States
In the United States, beedies are treated like conventional cigarettes. They are taxed at the same rates,[5] are required to have a tax stamp and must carry the Surgeon General's warning.[5] A study done in San Francisco showed that about 4 in 10 packs of beedies did not contain the required warning label and 7 in 10 did not carry the tax stamp, however.[5] 2006 statistics on beedi usage shows that 2.9% of high school students in the United States take part in beedi smoking compared to 1.4% of adults 18–24 years old.[16]
[edit]Flavored beedies
Some beedies are flavored.[15] Both the US and Canada have banned flavored cigarettes.[17]

Over 3 million Indians are employed in the manufacture of beedies,[18] a cottage industry that is typically done by women in their homes.[19]
Workers roll an average of 500-1000 beedies per day, handling 225-450 grams of tobacco flake, and inhaling tobacco dust and other volatile components present in the work environment.[20] Studies have shown that cotinine levels in the bodily fluids of beedi workers are elevated even among those who do not use tobacco.[20]
It is estimated that 325,000 children work rolling beedies despite beedi manufacture being classified by the India Child Labor Prohibition and Regulation Act as hazardous work.[5]
[edit]Tendu leaves
Tendu (Diospyros melanoxylon) leaves make excellent wrappers, and the success of the beedi is due, in part, to this leaf.[9] The leaves are in abundance shortly after the tobacco crop is cured and so are ready to be used in beedi manufacture.[9] Collected in the summer and made into bundles, the leaves are dried in the sun for 3 to 6 days before being used as wrappers.[15]
[edit]Beedis v. Cigarettes
India is the largest producer of beedi. Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka, West Bengal and Tamil Nadu are the major beedi manufacturing hubs in India.

Alfonso Mangoes Hapoos

The bhaiyas migrants fro Uttar Pradesh in Mumbai carry boxes of hapoos and sell it from shop to shop , house to house..a good box of a dozen Hapoos mangoes cost Rs 1200 ..or more depending on size color and quality...

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Alphonso Mango is named after Afonso de Albuquerque. This was an exquisite and expensive variety of mango, that he used to bring on his journeys to Goa. The locals took to calling it Aphoos in Konkani and in Maharashtra the pronunciation got further transformed to Hapoos. This variety then was taken to the Konkan region of Maharashtra, South Gujarat and other parts of India.
The southern district of Ratnagiri and south northern parts of Sindhudurg in Maharashtra state, including regions around the Dapoli and DEVGAD Talukas, produce the finest quality alphonso mangoes in India. The southern districts of Valsad and Navsari in Gujarat state and particularly Alphonso mangoes from the Amalsad region (including villages such as Dhamadachha, Kacholi, and all villages of Gandevi) produce Alphonso mangoes as well. Southern States in India are also major mango producing areas. From north to south, climatic changes occur which result in differences in the quality of the produce. In Ratnagiri the finest fruit comes from a patch of 20 km from the seashore.
The variety grown in Ratnagiri district of the Kokan region of Maharashtra is supposed to be the best. It's also the most expensive amongst the sub-breeds of Alphonso. In most of the Indian market sub-varieties are fetching the price of good quality alfonso. These varieties neither have the sweetness, nor have the flavour of hapoos.
The Alphonso is generally referred to as 'Hapoos' throughout South Asia.
In April 2007, the United States lifted its ban on the import of Indian mangoes, including the Alphonso. The first batch of Alphonso mangoes arrived in the U.S. after an 18 year hiatus. However, the mangoes must be treated before entering the country in order to stop the introduction of non-native fruit flies, destructive fungi, and other pests that could cause great damage to American agriculture. Individuals cannot bring mangoes into the United States in luggage or ship them by mail.
Haapus is used to make sweets, candies and smoothies - Mango Milkshake, Mango Lassi (both smoothies), Aamba-Wadi (a somewhat chewy sweet), Aam-Ras (Mango pulp which is eaten with puris - an Indian Bread), Sakhar Amba (Marathi word for a home-made mango jelly/jam), Mango barfi (see Barfi), etc.
Non aerated Mango drinks like Frooti (Parle Agro Co.), Jumpin (Godrej Industries Ltd), Maaza (Coca Cola Co.), Dukes Mangola and Slice (PepsiCo Inc.) are very popular in India. Many other local brands are also available. Alphonso mangoes are mostly exported from Ratnagiri and sindhudurg districts of Maharashtra.

Forever Young..

The Camera is the Cosmic Eye of God...More Powerful Than The Pen Or The Sword

Marziya Shakir 4 Year Old Street Photographer

The Worlds Youngest Street Photographer Has Her Own Canon EOS 60 D

Since the time I attached the vertical grip to the Canon EOS 7 D Marziya Shakir found it very heavy but shot pictures without complaining..

And at the back of my head was this gnawing thought of getting her a lightweight camera suiting her passion and her love for street photography.

Today Marziya got the Canon EOS 60 D .. her own camera , to shoot her pictures without sharing it on my camera.

And I did it , encouraged inspired by my Google + friend Jack C Crawford..he has been a positive influence to my life and my grandchildren s future too..

And this shot taken by me as Marziya Shakir took her first shot is dedicated to him..

Thank you Jack.