Ajmer (pronounced [ədʒmeːr] ( listen)) is the 5th largest city in Rajasthan and is the centre of the eponymous Ajmer District. Ajmer has a population of around 800,000 (2011 census), and is located 135 kilometres (84 mi) west of Jaipur, the state capital, 274 km from Udaipur, 439 km from Jaisalmer, and 391 km from Delhi. Ajmer is surrounded by the Aravalli Mountains. It is a pilgrimage centre for the shrine of the Sufi Saint Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti and is also the base for visiting Pushkar (11 km), an ancient Hindu pilgrimage city, famous for the temple of Brahma. Contents [hide] 1 History 2 Geography 3 Climate 4 Transportation 4.1 Air 4.2 Rail 4.3 Road 4.4 Inter-city transport 5 Industry 6 Tourist sites 7 Education 8 Demographics 9 See also 10 References 11 External links History
Main article: Ajmer region
Jahangir receives Prince Khurram at Ajmer on his return from the Mewar campaign Ajmer (Sansk…
And this is a fact , no facilities , people sleeping on platforms , and yet the pilgrim suffers without complaining for Khwajah Moinuddin Chishty the Holy Saint calls them , gives them hope wings and for them this is the greatest gift..
There is filth all around and as a human photographer who documents this pilgrimage a photographer who is a beggar himself it would hurt me .. I walked barefeet this is my respect for the Holy city of Ajmer ..
I lived with beggars , I stayed in the mountains with the Malangs and I shot human emotions my pictures are dark dreary I shot pain I shot broken man fragmented man trying to be whole with a little help from the Holy Saint.
As a poet I shot the poetry of faith endurance .. and I shot this with tears running down my cheek like a stream searching for solace.
Yes my pictures will be mostly talking to you in slithering silence o…
I Arrive at Moti Katla Hijra Haven..Ajmer, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Every year I came as a beggar and barefeet to Ajmer Sharif a ramshackle bag held my clothes but this year my wife bought me a VIP high end suitcase because she felt that I should not compromise on the safety of my camera ... however I left my Canon camera EOS 60 D in my stachel.. I had nothing expensive on my person..
I bought a lot of fabrics for my host Peersaab Fakhru Miya Hujra no 6 .. the Malang dress that I wore for a single day I gifted to Rafik Bhai Baba right hand of my Dam Madar Malang head and Peer Baba Masoomi of Gawalior.
The cycle ricksha guy was happy to pose with me I carried my Malang silver wooden stick.. but nobody messed with me .. I dont need a stick to drive home a point..
I shot a lot of hijras but not many hijras turned up at his Urus as a lot of Hijra heads had died in a fire in Delhi so the hijras were in mourning...
A little away from the vegetable market of Moti Ka…
I dont need a camera to shoot the restless angst of the hijras of india you out there could rob my hijra pictures but shoot pictures like me you mother fucking lazy scumbag you cross dessing sapna you fucked identity stealer raveena you fucked thieves on Flickr.com as a dam madar malang i curse you may you suffer all along..for doing me wrong
This hijra is mute deaf dumb but more intelligent and human.. I shot her extensively in the train and at Moti Katla she is chela of my Guru Godmother Ma Madhurima..
She Sent Back All My Love Poems, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. she said she was sick tired of reading the same lyrical shit over and again love one sided focused on a beggar poets imaginary pain testicular turpitude tied in heavy metal chains but i tried hard to explain those early showers stolen meetings heavy rains choked gutters of my poetic drain my pathos my passion my fucked up pain she missed the bus i missed the train
It Was The Hijras Wish That God Fulfilled Through Me, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I shoot hijras with my eyes closed .. from the spectral light of my soul the mother of all metaphors the beginning the source .. hijra angst restless in ruminative repose god gave me a gift as the hijra posed on the soul of humanity his pain his poetry his pathos I exposed like a stream over jagged rocks of life's tough terrain it flows