Thursday, September 6, 2012

My One And Only True Friend In Mumbai Abbas Kazimi

Assad Dadan Break Fast Dance

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Hope you all had a dekko! :)

Shiraz Merchant Ex Dancing Silks Oberoi - My Old Friend

Moharam in Mumbai 2011

Hussain is Humanity .. And Thus We Shoot It So..

Three Friends ..

My Camera Bleeds More Than Me

My lens was covered with sweat blood and tears I fainted twice, my blood sugar was playing havoc with my spiritual consciousness so I removed my shirt gave my camera to a kid from Bangalore and began slashing my back leaping in the air like a wild demonic mad man.. I was very tired but I kept shooting whatever came in front of my lens ..my focusing was affected badly did not bother me the confusion chaos of my blurry images tells you the intensity of Shia pain.. and some words from my Danish friends Viola and Kim.. Viola was sad she could not enter inside Kaisar Bagh to shoot the cutting and the scourging only Glenn and Kim coul.

Subject: Re: Thoughts at dusk
Date: 2nd December, 2011

Firoze, my friend - it is Viola and I who are deeply honored to bear witness to such a holy happening as the Muharram. The world near to hear your story, understand your pain.

Yesterday was without a doubt one of the most intense and moving experiences of my 35 year long life, and continuing to enjoy the company of one crazy Malang like you - and now also a crazy American - is something I hold dearly.

Love and our thoughts,
Viola and Kim

Ahmed Bhai Faith

Abbas Kazimi My One And Only True Friend ..

He Is An American Jew I Am A Shia We Share The Same Blood That Binds Us To Hussain

Jahan Jahan Hussain Hai Wahan Wahan Hain Ham

Insan Ko Bedar Hone Do Har Kaum Pukaregi Hamare Hain Hussain

access allowed ..firoze shakir moved out ,, matrix of evil ..within andwithout

access allowed ..firoze shakir moved out ,, matrix of evil ..within and without by firoze shakir photographerno1


racial profiling 
is what it was 
all about 
mortgaged 
my soul 
for a few 
coins
 of silver 
my lifes 
poetry 
a total 
rout 
bag 
baggage 
i moved out 
it is better 
to live like 
a lion for 
a day than 
be slaved 
like a dog 
at his masters 
gate through out 
freedom 
cannot 
be bought 
without 
'an inking 
of a doubt 





This Brings To End Holy Namer Reunion 2012

This Brings To End Holy Namer Reunion 2012
This picture brings to an end my tryst with the past , behind those who stood behind me unseen to them but visible to me was Fr Fx Fernandes Ghost , my alter ego caught in limbo of timelessness and space..

There is an incident I wanted to narrate that took place in the school hall, it was a play I was one of the contenders actors along with others it was a play called Nefa Ki Ek Shaam, I was playing a Kashmiri freedom fighter and the judges were beneath the dais , I was supposed to be shot , and the curtain would come down I was ambitious and an established actor drama founder of my alma mater with Sister Claire ..

I won prizes but this was to be my last performance so the moment I got shot I let our a deathly shriek, and as the curtain came down I held to it and fell of the stairs of the Holy Name stage.

I got the Best Actor award .. so this school hall had many memories of roles I had enacted , and the huge number of prizes I won during Prize Distribution I was a notorious mischievous kid, a rebel but fought for justice equality and I was very good in my studies .. all my life in school I came first along with third or second place going to Ramesh Mulchandani or Dennis Fernandes in South America..

Yes school was real fun..and for my writings that I made into poetry blogs , photo blogs I took inspiration from Gilroy Dsa his sisters are with me in this picture ..

Yes I am an accidental photographer ...I shoot the drama poetry of life .. it touched me now it touches you too..

http://www.flickr.com/photos/firozeshakir/sets/72157628718285365/with/6643900781/

Sometimes I Am Called Firoze Mulchandani

Happy Teachers Day Subu Sir ..Sabse Zyada Ap Ko Hamne Diya Sar Main Dard

Thank you Miss Moses ..your life filled with Roses

Teachers Day .. For Their Long Life Health We Pray As They Grow Younger We Turn Gray

I got a message from Anil Shejale webmaster of my alma mater website that I reproduce here and this evening I attended the reunion touched the feet of my teachers Mrs Moses and along with me my childhood buddy Ramesh Mulchandani of Strand Hotel batch of 1972/73


Our School that is called Michelle Obama Holy Name High School.. the recent visit of President Barrack Obama and the dancing First Lady of Peace Hope Humanity.,

.On 12/25/11, Anil V. Shejale wrote:
> Dear Holy Namer, the good occasion is upon us!
>
> I, and all of us here at Holy Name, wish you a Very Merry Christmas. May
> this auspicious, holy day be the beginning of more joy, richer fulfillment
> and good health in your life.
>
> The New Year will certainly bring pleasant surprises. Wish you many, many
> of those! And here's one ensured: A get-together has been arranged by Holy
> Namers who meet up on Facebook. It will be in our School on Wednesday, the
> 4th of January, 2012, from 6:30 pm to 9:30 pm. I reproduce below a post on
> Facebook that gives more details:
> *Contribution has been decided at Rs.250/- per head and there will be no
> contribution accepted from the teachers. This will include soup, snack, a
> cold drink and a light packed dinner and a ladoo :) We are sticking to
> vegetarian
> Confirmations end on the 28th.* Please contact Jacinta Machado (

Enjoy the holidays!
>
> Warmest regards,
>
> Anil
> Class of '74, and webmaster,
> Holy Name High School
holynamers.com/

Holy Name High School was founded in the year 1939 at Green Street. The late Rev. Fr. Francis Mascarenhas was the first Principal of the school.

The story of Holy Name High School conforms to the parable of the mustard seed which is the smallest of seeds and yet when sown, blooms into a tree, so that all the birds of the air can make their shelter therein. Holy Name School, as it was known then, had a humble beginning in a very old building, a building so old, that it was only the determination to serve, on the part of the Management and Staff, that kept it standing.

"Therefore God has highly exalted Him and bestowed on Him, the Name which is above every other name, that at the name of Jesus, every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth..."

During the tenure of the Principal Rev. Fr. Valerian Godinho, the school moved to its present premises on Convent Street. In 1963, Rev. Fr. Francis X. Fernandes took over from Rev. Fr. Richard Mathias and for the next thirteen years worked tirelessly. The strong spacious building we have today speaks volumes of his dedication and his firm belief in the school motto: 'In Labore Gaudium' - Joy in work.

The corridors of time and of these impressive monuments have seen different Principals since then - Rev. Frs. Vernon D'Souza, Joaquim D'Costa, Luis Pereira, Ivo D'Souza, Paul D'Souza, (Dr.) Clifton Lobo, Merwyn D'Souza and the current Principal, Rev. Fr. Michael Pinto. Each with his own charisma has contributed to the colour, texture and fabric of this renowned school.

Tradition and heritage are essential ingredients in making an institution noble. We, at Holy Name, have teachers who have grown with this institution. Many of them have been students here.

The Holy Name High School is a spacious, well-ventilated edifice with a large play ground, and is the envy of many a city school. For this, we are grateful to His Late Eminence Valerian Cardinal Gracias [India's first Cardinal], His Lordship Bishop Gomes and a host of well-wishers.

The School has students from every walk of life. Deeply embedded in the syllabus are values of Tolerance, Communal Harmony, Justice, Peace, Love, and an awareness of our Ecology.

Our vision, today as was yesterday and the days that went before, is poised towards students' contribution not only to holding aloft the "Name" of the School, but also to being better people for the world of tomorrow.

The Start

How The School Started
by
REV. TARCY MASCARENHAS

One morning while blessing the houses of Frere Road after Easter, I felt so oppressed at the number of children trailing me as was their habit, but with no satisfactory answer about their schooling, that I broke off. Surplice and stole on my arm and the sprinkler in my fist, I walked on to Bori Bunder, skirted the area, turned on to Waudby Road and read the notice: "Gilbert and Lodge, shifted to Rampart Row". Mr. Beale who ran the English Firm of Estate Agents, was a very astute Jew. As I took my seat in his office in Rampart Row, I urged: "Mr Beale, this is not a business request. Find me a place; there are over three hundred children needing a school in the Fort area. . . ." He found me the place in two days. It was on Dockyard Road opposite the Tobacco Warehouse, a dump of a building three storeys high and of no good to any tenant because of its ill repute.

When I got Mr. Beale's Telephone call, my first thought was: "I have not yet told Fr. Ghezzi!" It came so fast. For five years Fr. Ghezzi and his Assistants in the Holy Name Parish, had in vain sought out a room for which they were ready to pay a rental of Rs. 50/- a month. I now told Fr. Ghezzi what I was about, went with Mr. Beale to see the top floor of that big old building owned by Messrs. Bhanshilal Bros., and agreed about the price of Rs. 100/- a month. It was an entire floor, open on all sides to light and air, and with sufficient accommodation for five classrooms, Office and Teachers' Room. There were no walls in between, only pillars! I came back to Archbishop's House, uprooted Fr. Ghezzi from his Vicar General's Office, sat with him in a taxi and told him the worst. Fr. Ghezzi was not one to make hasty decisions. He was over seventy years old. He treated me like a troublesome son. Nevertheless he came, he saw, he agreed! "But", he added, "you did all this without consulting me!" He gave me Rs. 500/- with which to pay three months' rent and buy benches. This was in April 1939. He had told me in June, 1937 when I first became his Assistant, "I will give you Rs. 500/- to open a school." I thought then that he was asking for the impossible in the Fort area. What had moved Mr. Beale to make such a personal exertion? Was it that surplice and stole and sprinkler? - This reminds me of a verse I read in the Biography of a British Statesman:

"If I was on the river Casuary,
Somewhere in Timbuctoo,
I'd swallow a missionary,
Surplice, stole and hymn book too!"


Three days later, I resumed the blessing of houses on Frere Road. "What had happened?" They wanted to know. Had I fallen ill? I answered: "We have a school!" The news spread like wild fire. I printed an appeal to the "friends of Holy Name". The money came in. The teachers applied. Fr. Coyne S.J. of St. Xavier's High School gave me hardy old benches of German make. He also set me my curriculum and text books and promised to take my boys who passed my Primary. To begin with, mine was a mixed school with three standards. One hundred children enrolled on 10th June, 1939 when the school started. The way we all went foraging for material and equipment and second hand text books, was almost like an expedition on the river Casuary. Fr. Ghezzi felt almost sorry I had not asked for more money! Towards the end of July he departed for Bergamo in Italy, where our present Pope was born. The Second World War began in September, 1939.

The day the war began, I happened to call on the Nichols. She was a Catholic and he the Flag Officer Commanding the Royal Navy on this coast. His reaction to the news of the break of war was a string of well rounded swear words! How we loved the Navy and the Navy loved us! The men adopted our boys and the wives adopted our girls. Headmaster Smith often dropped in for a cup of tea and told me more than once: "I am waiting for your boys." We had now shifted to Green Street and had bought the building. We had a Scout troop for boys, girls, young men and young women. The Navy Apprentices and my Rovers helped to whitewash the rooms and put new electric fittings. My youngsters learnt how to work with their hands and always keep neat. Of an afternoon, an English Officer on the Naval Staff would come and fetch a couple of my boys to take with him for a sail in the harbour. Ours was a Sea Scout group.

We had Domestic Science Class for our big girls. The Navy wives adopted this. Among those who loved our children were Mrs. Seddon and Mrs. Furlong. In this period, 1939 to 1942, Mrs. Seddon with Fr. Fox opened "Shandy Tavern", for the sailors. Our girls helped at the start.

We also had a "club" functioning in the evenings for the young men and the Navy boys from all over India, who were taking their training. It was an attraction. The scouting with its club, did help to draw from the street corners many who were drifting aimlessly. Ours was a Parish Scout Unit made up of Catholics or near Catholics and well rooted in religious soil. It worked better in this area than a purely "pious Association", could do.

What about the teachers? In the first year Miss Evelyn Sequeira was Head Mistress and then Miss Nancy Carrasco took over. Two other teachers could be classed among our founder members. These were Miss Apoline D'Souza who taught for a decade and more till she got married. The other is still with the school, Miss Theo Lobo. She ran my office. She used to be very diffident about herself, but our first Inspector of Schools and Dr. Mrs. Heap of the Red Cross took quite a liking for her. I once heard that Inspector (Noorbhoy was his name) tell Archbishop Roberts: "Your Christian girls are naturally good teachers. Put them in a classroom and from the very first they know what to do!" All my teachers were either trained or taking a training. They had a room up above, overlooking the harbour. They lingered there after class hours. We did not have the shift system in those days. Many were interested in extra-curricular activities such as the Red Cross and Air Raid Precaution.

Fr. Leonard Raymond visited our School the first year and praised us to the skies in his Inspection Report. He visited us the next year and was dissatisfied with our choice of Text books and poetry recital. Our children mostly did not speak English at home. Hence, we had to go in for "word selection" and other aids such as Phonetic spelling lists and action pictures. We thought we were being progressive. Down came Father Raymond on our methods. Our children and our Text books were not in the same class as for instance, the Clare Road Convent! I disputed his Report when it came. I wrote a thesis on "word selection". But before I could deliver it, Father Raymond came to Archbishop's House for lunch. Jokingly he said: "Father Mascarenhas thinks there is no other school like his in Bombay." Father Raymond was conducting a school in the heart of Bombay, for very much the same kind of pupils that I had. But I had one advantage. I replied in a flash: "It is like this. If I give a recommendation for a job, every body will say, "This is the Holy Name School" (Holy Name Church and surroundings are known in the highest circles.) Now if you give a recommendation, people will look at your letter head and say: "Where on earth is this school?" Didn't the whole table laugh! I believe Holy Name School has made the grade in every respect. Its name figures in the newspapers. It has now a towering edifice just behind Holy Name Pro-Cathedral.

If there be another besides myself who takes a pride in its rise to top class, this other should be Archbishop Roberts. He was the one I sought when I returned from Mr. Beale's office that first day. He said in his quite manner: "You have my backing. Go ahead." When a year later I had a chance of buying the building in Green Street, he called a meeting of the Council of administration in two days and enabled me to close the deal in four days. Dr. Altine Colaco was in those days the head of the Education Committee in the Bombay Municipality, and Mr. A. X. Moraes was the weightiest voice in the Church Administration on property matters. They recommended without hesitation the purchase of the four-storey, narrow building on freehold land for Rs. 52,000. It was an old building, but if we had not taken it up, we would have been in the streets.

We had many difficulties in those early years. But Archbishop Roberts used to say when the talk came up: "Don't worry! Eton and Harrow started just like Fr. Mascarenhas' school. They began as Parish Schools!" That became a standing joke. But how much did not Archbishop Roberts and his English friends love that school! Fr. Fox who was Port chaplain during the war made it his own haunt. He helped stage our first play: "Robinhood and Maid Marion". The English ladies taught our girls the English folk dances. Well, Well! Those were the days!

Father Gracias treated me as a younger brother, and as he had the Parish in his hands, he set about organizing each year a fancy fete to get the school out of its debt of Rs. 52,000/-. It was war time and the attractions at Cawasji Jehangir Hall drew the best patronage. The organizing Committee that Father Gracias assembled was International, with Mrs. Clement Pereira at the head. Dr. Clement Pereira used to give me a helping hand in many ways. Doctors Jerry and Olga Saldhana had just returned from England, and visited my school regularly every week to run their English type medical inspection on my children. The "friends of the Holy Name" could not be complete without a mention of Mr. J. F. Pereira, the chief Accountant at the time of the Port Trust.

Father Gracias is now a Cardinal. Principals have come and gone. So have the Rectors. Father C. Zurbitu was the Vice-Rector and a boon companion in those days. Many have contributed to the building up of the school to its present proportions, but at every stage it was the Cardinal's fostering that has brought the school to the front. There are many schools going up all around the Diocese for the benefit of the poor. As the Gardinal pointed out, it is very easy to start with the idea and the enthusiasm. But it is a long and uphill task to bring a school to a high grade. It needs much money, big buildings and consistent good teaching. The particular Cardinal Gracias had in mind when he said this, was the Holy Name School. He has had it on his hands for twenty-four years and next year will be the Silver Jubilee.

About HNHS


The Start


The Inauguration

The Inauguration

A News Report Of The Inauguration Of The School

"After the pleasure that was mine, when in October of 1960 the new buildings of the Seminary at Goregoan were inaugurated, the joy in seeing the Holy Name School buildings completed, comes next", declared His Eminence Cardinal Gracias at the Inauguration ceremony of the new Holy Name School buildings, which was performed by the Hon. Shri H. J. H. Taleyarkhan, Minister for Civil Supplies, Housing, Printing Presses, Fisheries, Small Savings and Tourism. The joy was not entirely the Cardinal's; and it did not need the beautiful Pantomime show of the Primary school children to give to the setting that touch of fairyland it certainly possessed! As the Minister pressed a button, floodlights came on, and soft, coloured lights blended harmoniously to bring out the majesty of the long corridors and throw into relief the massive columns and stately lines of this architectural dream, designed by Mr. J. B. Fernandes. The choir of the Holy Name High School, conducted by Fr. Athanasius D'Cruz, welcomed the many guests assembled in the large quadrangle, with the "Parade of the Wooden Soldiers", executed with confidence, and setting the tone for what followed. After the Minister had performed the Inauguration, His Eminence blessed the buildings. In his Principal's Report, Fr. Richard Mathias showed how the school, from humble beginnings, today occupied an important place in the educational set-up of our city, with a proud record-academic, cultural and sporting! In his speech, the Cardinal assured all present that Holy Name High School will continue to play its part in providing the very best education for our youth, particularly those not blessed with favourable material circumstances. He thanked all those who had helped to make this lovely building a reality and paid tribute to the pioneer work done by successive Principals of the school. The Guest of Honour, Shri Taleyarkhan, welcomed the new "educational oasis" in the city. After briefly outlining the phenomenal progress in education made in India, he ended on a personal note, affirming his gratitude and dependence on Almighty God, the Giver of all good things. Then followed the cultural side of the programme: first a Konkani Folk-Song-cum-Dance much appreciated and warmly applauded. Then, a Pantomime Show, The Sleeping Beauty, all complete with handsome prince and beautiful princess, and fluttering fairies and wicked witch, literally holding the audience spell-bound. Another song, "My Little Nest of Heavenly Blue" by the choir, served to round up the enjoyable programme. Fr. Pimenta, in his vote of thanks, expressed his gratitude to the entire corps of organisers - Fr. Martins, and his helpers, the ushers, for their collaboration in making the function such an outstanding success. To conclude, the Naval Central Band which, under the direction of Sub-Lt. Gomes, had played select music during the course of the evening's programme, gave a masterly rendering of Handel's "Alleluja" chorus...

The story is told, that when Cardinal Borromeo built the beautiful seminary of Milan, people complained about the magnificence of the edifice! To which the saintly Cardinal replied: "Let it be. For the magnificence of the structure will speak to those who stay in it of the greatness of their vocation and what is expected of them." Well might the Cardinal Archbishop of Bombay address like words to the staff and students of Holy Name today. For, in their magnificent new premises, they surely have the necessary incentive to push forward to greater and greater heights.




Message from
His Grace Archbishop Angelo Fernandes,
Coadjutor Archbishop of Delhi,
on the occasion of
the inauguration of the new wing of the School.
I am very happy to associate myself with inauguration of the new wing of the Holy Name High School.
It was only a few years after its inception and when it was still "learning to walk" that I had the privilege of guiding the infant school as its second Principal. That was a rich and rewarding experience particularly because the simple little children were under-privileged but responsive to a marked degree and truly grateful.
The Holy Name School has proved an indispensable boon to large numbers of the lower social strata and that is one of its proudest titles to glory. Many would not have known even the semblance of a formal education but for this lifeboat in their midst! "The poor have the Gospel preached to them."
The years have been an uphill task for the staff and have made heavy and exacting demands on the School, but the satisfation of seeing the Institution flourish and take its place amidst the galaxy of Catholic schools in Bombay - that is both a tribute and a reward for the pioneers and for all who have kept the flag flying for nearly a quarter of a century.
With better facilities today and a bright future ahead, may I express the hope that the Holy Name School will proceed to make its mark by a shift of emphasis from the three R's to the fourth, viz., human relations, giving it pride of place in the programme, since education is for action, not just for knowledge. A Catholic school justifies itself less by its academic and other successes than by the quality of its human products.
I shall be looking forward to the day when those who have been formed and disciplined at Holy Name emerge as future leaders in the Church and in the country and bring to bear on modern India the impress of the highest ideals and the greatest measure of dedication - even after the manner of Him whose name the school proudly cherishes.
God love and bless you all.

holynamers.com/ourHNHS.htm

Please note out of the Rs 250 that we gave for dinner etc Rs 100 went to the poor Children's Fund at Holy Name High School Fort Mumbai..