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This Was The Juice Shop My Mother Was Robbed of Her Purse

This Was The Juice Shop My Mother Was Robbed of Her Purse, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I can never forget this place , pickpocketeers got my mothers purse she was carrying lot of money to pay to the moneylender , those days my dad had mortgaged our house to him , and we were young I still remember the day my mothers world came crashing down the beginning of her diabetes and later in life her ultimate death..

And I come here wonder about her pain , we were not very well off and going through a very bad patch..

So some memories even as a street photographer kill the soul of my picture before it is born..

Rest In Peace Mom

Muslim Areas Are Same Everywhere In India ,, No Change No Progress Just Insular Ghettos

The Beggar Poet And His Deleted Dreams

The Wisest Calm Quiet Khada Parsi ..Symbol of the Strength of Mumbai

The 9 Yard Maharashtrian Saree - Kasta Saree

The 9 Yard Maharashtrian Saree - Kasta Saree, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. From wikipedia

The Kasta sari (Marathi: नऊवारी साडी) is a style of sari draping is very similar to the way the Maharashtrian dhoti is worn.The word Kasta or Kacha refers to the sari being tucked at the back.[1][2]Since this sari is usually worn using a single nine yard cloth,it is also referred to as Nauvari which means Nine Yards.[3] Sakachcha sari is another term commonly used to refer to this style of sari.[4]

Traditional drape
It is the traditional Marathi style of sari which is worn without a petticoat.[5]This style of sari draping is common among the Brahmin women especially in Maharashtra.[6] This sari is draped in a way that the center of the sari is neatly placed at the back of the waist and the ends of the sari are tied securely in the front, and then the two ends are wrapped around the legs. The decorative ends are then draped over the shoulder and the upper body or torso.[7]
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Street Photographers Live Within The Soul of a Reflecting Mirror

What Was God Thinking When He Created Man.. I Know He Stopped Thinking After He Created Eve

I unmask the soul of my poetry through pictures

the state of my mind as it creates poetry through pictures

the state of my mind as it creates poetry through pictures, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Most of my pictures are accidents on the roads , I shoot from a moving cab , sometimes I am faster than my camera but sometimes poetry overtakes my pictures ..I see pictures as figments of my fecund mind they come out and encapsulate the poetry in my soul..

I create beauty out of wastelands , my photography is not to show you the dark side of the moon it is to enlighten you .. man you were born lucky than some of those whom I shoot , but they are lucky too.. they cant see your world but they are happy in their misery , strange they grumble but don't complain..

My pictures were waiting out there to be shot and God hurriedly creates situations that I have to pass the way where my picture waits for me..I give directions to the cab driver and sometimes to save me from traffic snarls he takes a detour ..I look at him in surprise and he says Sir we will reach faster and a few pac…

Photographer No1 - Beggar Poet You've Been Invited to Join Pinterest

Mr Sarkozy Needs The Kind Blessings of The Hijab..

There is a Big Divide Between Those That Sleep on the Roads And Those In Air conditioned Comfort

The Poetry of Life ..The Rich Get Richer The Poor Simply Die

The Poetry of Life ..The Rich Get Richer The Poor Simply Die, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

like you
without
pretensions
i would like
to shoot
good happy
things too
willowy clouds
sky azure blue
blooming buds
flowers horseshoe
but no i cant do
i cant eat
what i cant chew
to my surroundings
the pain around me
i cant be untrue
so through
the power
of my lens
poetry
of life
i pursue
i showcase
the lesser gods
world its broken
dreams truth
as virtue
in humility
colors
faded jaded
in every hue
i give the
beggar
hijra
the eunuch
the urchin
his due
i shoot
missing
arms
missing legs
crippled shoes
my blogs
are not part
of making
money
through
breaking news

Thanks for Joining the Pinterest Waiting List ..Reminds Me Of The Trashy Google +Invite

this year lets go to venice ,,,no darling i prefer the maldives

the mobile companies have taken us for a ride

some bridges you cross .. and god gives you wings to fly over some bridges you wont cross

I love you but wont ever possess you ..

I love you but wont ever possess you .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. deleted
doomed
by your deceit
your selfishness
god bless you
through the veil
alas if i had
only read you
your conniving
eyes your
slithering
silence
i trusted you
that you were
playing games
with me
oh how i rue
my fucked fate
my bad luck
no i dont
love you

it is heterosexual man and woman that give birth to peace loving gay children .. inspired by a google+post

the girl child is endangered specie in india ..we got to save her before we save tigers on two legs

Tickle your Ass with a Feather Means in England Particularly Nasty Weather

My Old House At Bandra ..Was Creaky Dilapidated Like My Own Life

My Old House At Bandra ..Was Creaky Dilapidated Like My Own Life, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. These houses were known as RP , old structures old bungalows , were remodeled as a building held on iron girders in the name of Repair Permission ,and illegal floors came in their place in collusion with the authorities the small time builder and the landlord got into a deal added floors rooms shops and made a killing..

This was nightmare of a house always leaking during the rains we sold it for peanuts and today the same place costs a bomb..this was a two bedroom hall we split it into two units and sold it to two different people..

I come here sometimes as it is close to my new house remember my drinking days and my recovery rehabilitation..

This place was known as Kamla Bai Sadan..

Dam Madar Malang At Sulaiman Usman Mithaiwala Minara Masjid