Marziya Shakir Shoots The Soul And Spirit of Mr Rajesh Khanna, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Marziya Shakir Shoots The Soul And Spirit of Mr Rajesh Khanna
Marziya Shakir Shoots The Soul And Spirit of Mr Rajesh Khanna, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Marziya Shakir Shoots The Soul And Spirit of Mr Rajesh Khanna
Marziya Shakir Shoots The Soul And Spirit of Mr Rajesh Khanna, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
This evening both Marziya Shakir my 4 year or granddaughter and I went to Ashirwad Carter Road to pay our respects and condole the loss of Mr Rajesh Khanna ..we met Ms Dimple Kapadia or Dimpleji as she is known as and she placed Marziya on her lap and Marziya Shakir dressed in a hijab was totally in awe of this rare beauty and great human soul.
I took permission from Dimpleji and Marziya took two shots of the soul and spirit of Uncle Rajesh Khanna ..Ms Simi Garewal who was sitting with Dimpleji could not believe that this child 4 year old is an accomplished photographer shooting pictures since she was 2 on the Nikon D80.
Now of late Marziya Shakir shoots on Canon EOS 60D or the much heavier Canon 7D ..with the vertical grip .
Later Marziya shot me and Bala and pictures outside the bungalow as it drizzled .. and the skies wept ..
Clarence Gomes The Man With a Mission and Bandra Times
Clarence Gomes The Man With a Mission and Bandra Times, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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Clarence Gomes founder editor of Bandra Times one man army fighting for a clean green Bandra has tried to create civic awareness and done a lot for the resident shopkeepers of Bandra Bazar Road.
He runs this paper with his own funds and support from a few sponsors that want to see Bandra once again as the Queen of the Suburbs.
He and his erstwhile dynamic wife have created youth camps at St Peter Church during school vacations and have promoted peace harmony with all communities.
He has revived the glory of the Patla Cross at Bandra Reclamation.
Clarence has been my oldest friend since I moved from Strand Cinema Colaba and my family spread its roots at Bandra and made it our new home.
We have lived in Bandra for over 25 years now.
The Sartorial Speechlessness
he was fucking her on the pavement
rythmic motions god sent
than came the cops
breaking his love making
naked he fled
leaving behind
his seminal stained jeans
as a forget me not
present
Mortality of Doom
we fornicate
we copulate
we bring forth
children
of the human race
the garbage dump
their living space
dreams of doom
as we chase
lost illusions
to embrace
we wear masks
to hide the truth
imprinted
on the flesh
of our face
The Hijab
The hijab a womans shield
a spiritual protection of her soul
a fabric a piece of cloth mold
a woman to saintly
modesty behold
a thought worth
all its wealth in gold
Magic of Mystical India
It is our Gods and Goddesses and our 365 days feast days that keep us intact as Indians , Holi, Diwali , Ramzan, Moharam, Gokul Ashtami, Ganesh Chaturthi, Xmas, Easter and the list is long..the unique colors of human weft and waft, that weave an entire carpet , a welcoming carpet of diverse races, diverse religions held up in the peaks of our mountain ranges and the waters of our holy rivers.What the social leaders and politicians cant do, the community does it for us.
We enjoy each others feasts, we feel Ramzan as we hear the Arti of Lord Ganesha the bursting of the cracker that tells its time to beak our days fast,, both side by side cheek by jowl at Bandra Bazar Road..
And I am crying now ,tears of my love for all religions as I see their uniquness through the lens of my camera..Yes I am a Hindu Yes I am a Muslim, I am the two sides of a single coin called India.
That the dieties call out to me to shoot them is enough water on my parched soul..so much that it woould take me several rebirths to shoot the soul of my country.
And honestly I have yet to see my country, a task that is simply herculean , so it is Mumbai for me Juhu beach that becomes the banks of the Hooghly, I become a Bong, I want to dance with them, these beautiful people of West Bengal.. who hold Kolkatta in the palm of their hearts..
That I once loved a doe eyed dusky Bengali Belle called Archana in school has nothing to do with my love for the Goddess of Peace and Prosperity Goddess Durga..
That I never could forget Gora of Rabindranath Tagore or Satayajit Roys Shatranj ke Khiladi and here I drop a tear for a lady who left her impressions on my life Late Mrs Rupa Gupta daughter of late comic actor Asit Sen..
This is my Shradanjali to a person who was a living Goddess.. on earth and redeemed anyone she touched with her humility and life that was service to the general public..
I did not know I would write about her , yes Mr PPC all that glitters is dust it touches you as gold..and to dust we become leaving behind a trail of golden memories..
RIP
Mrs Rupa B Gupta
Bandra Bazar Road Ramzan Mubarak From Those We Voted To Power
Bandra Bazar Road Ramzan Mubarak From Those We Voted To Power, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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after
elections
our dreams
went sour
you got
your enviable
chair political
power on our
doomed destiny
your apathy
your neglect
you are no
more our
you who
dont face
such ignominy
you live in
ivory towers
your children
playing in parks
midst blooming
flowers our
children
have garbage
bins as their
inheritance
their worldly
bower ..
as years
turn into tears
tears into hours
on the silhouette
of my soul
a stink filth
as a poetic
thought hovers
I should have not fallen in love with you in the first place
I should have not fallen in love with you in the first place, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
memories
your lilting
voice
on the
phone i
have relentlessly
tried to erase
but in the
vortex of
my dark
desires
i see
your face
etched
on my
sub consciousness
every phrase
your divine
beauty your
innocence
your grace
i had moved
away from
you i left
no trace
but your
memories
i could
not displace
my love
for you
till date
i have
not replaced
starcrossed
dilemma
a poet
disgraced
the snow
capped
mountains
a warrior race
deleted dreams
my urban base
in the core
of my poetic
longings
i shall
pray
for you
always
allah
forgive me
allah be
praised
wastelands
dreams
i chased
Ek Shahenshah Ne Banake Yeh Haseen Tajmahal Ham Gareebon Ki Mohabbat Ka Udaya Hai Mazak..
Ek Shahenshah Ne Banake Yeh Haseen Tajmahal Ham Gareebon Ki Mohabbat Ka Udaya Hai Mazak.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
The Taj Mahal is a subject of many Urdu poems and film songs, and much to my surprise, they're not all complimentary.
This is the standard line, from a very beautiful song written by Shakeel Badayuni:
"Ek Shahanshaah Ne Banavaa Ke Hasi.N Taajamahal
Saarii Duniyaa Ko Muhabbat Kii Nishaanii Dii Hai"
(In having the beautiful Taj Mahal built, an emperor has given the whole world a token of love"
Here is Sahir Ludhianvi's take:
Ek shahanshah ne bana ke haseen Taj Mahal, hum garibon ki mohabbat ka hai udaya mazak’
"In building the beautiful Taj Mahal, an emperor has made a joke of the love of us poor ones..."
My 5 Fast of Ramzan One Chappati and Chicken Salami One Cup Black Tea
My 5 Fast of Ramzan One Chappati and Chicken Salami One Cup Black Tea, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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I guess because the Iftar being a bit heavy on snacks , there is no appetite at dinner time , and some blogging I hit the sack , but I spend a lot of time with Nerjis Asif Shakir .
Sairi is absolutely austere and frugal..
ik dushman jo doston se pyaara hai
sab ne dekha
maine dekha tune dekha
is ne dekha us ne dekha
sab ne dekha
kya dekha kya dekha
ik dushman
jo doston se pyaara hai
ik dushman
jo doston se pyaara hai
maine dekha tune dekha
maine dekha tune dekha
is ne dekha us ne dekha
sab ne dekha
kya dekha kya dekha
ek gaanv
jo shehron se bhi nyaara hai
ek gaanv
jo shehron se bhi nyaara hai
dushman dushman
jo doston se pyaara hai
aaj saza denge tujh ko hum
teri sab bhoolon ki
aaj saza denge tujh ko hum
teri sab bhoolon ki
tere gale mein hum daalenge
ye maala phoolon ki
is gaanv ki reet yahi hai
jeevan sangeet yahi hai
aaj ke din ka geet yahi hai
yahi hai..
maine dekha tune dekha
maine dekha tune dekha
is ne dekha us ne dekha
sab ne dekha
kya dekha kya dekha
ik chaand
jo sab ki aankh ka taara hai
ik chaand
jo sab ki aankh ka taara hai
dushman dushman
jo doston se pyaara hai
zanjeero se bhi pakke hain
prem ke kache dhaage
zanjeero se bhi pakke hain
prem ke kache dhaage
in kache dhagon ko tod ke
kaidi kaisi bhaage
aaya le ke hariyaali tu
in baaghon ka mali tu
in kheton ka
haali tu haali tu
maine dekha tune dekha
maine dekha tune dekha
is ne dekha us ne dekha
sab ne dekha
kya dekha kya dekha
ik kaidi jo peharedar
hamaara hai
ik kaidi jo peharedar
hamaara hai
dushman dushman
jo doston se pyaara hai
sab ne maaf kiya mujh ko par
main hoon jiska doshi
sab ne maaf kiya mujh ko par
main hoon jiska doshi
kab tootegi us ke ghaayal
honthon ki khaamoshi
wo bhi maaf kare to jaanu
man ko saaf kare to jaanu
insaaf kare to jaanu to jaanu
mera nahi tera nahi
mera nahi tera nahi
is ka nahi us ka nahi
kisi ka nahi
ye dosh taqdeer
ka saara hai
ye dosh taqdeer
ka saara hai
It is a sad cum dancing number from the film Dushman. Voices for the song is given by the legends Kishore Kumar and Lata Mangeshkar. Picturisation of the number is shown on Rajesh Khanna and Mumtaz.
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