People busy with their lives , children doing their homework , vendors moving about , as a street photographer I had a fascination for this particular street slum, once I got out of my cab and shot pictures too.
And yesterday while going to town I was in for a shock the entire commune reduced to rubble and as I was sitting on the side of the driver , the slums facing his side I managed to take a few shots I thought I would cover it on my return but it was too dark.
And one more slum bites the dust...perhaps the person who could have helped them is not around my assumption, but I have shot slums burnt by fire natural calamities the next day, never on th…
Bandra The Aging Queen of the Suburbs, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I document Bandra , and all my pictures predominantly are shot at Bandra , Bandra West , and all this comes under Bandra Blogs , this is one man army project that includes pictures shot by my gifted soon to be four year old grand daughter Marziya Shakir, we both shoot the quintessential character of Bandra , the beggars and the street life including the famous feast days of all communities we respect all religiosity,.
Even this namaz is held under the auspices of the Sunni jamat , but I shoot it every year come what may I know most of the people, I shoot Moharam the Shia segment the faith to which I belong and the Hindu Christian angst ethos the Jains Bohras and Parsis .. what affects Bandra affects me too..
I have lived in Bandra since 25 years and the years prior to this were spent at Wodehouse Road Colaba and my mothers house 3 Mohini Mansions at Strand Cinema..But I love Bandra where all commun…
The Animal Sacrifice, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I am new to photography, but when I did enter the world of image taking my earliest pictures I shot on film were of a Hindu festival and Goddess at Manor worshipped by the tribals who sacrificed goats chicken to her .. I have no records of those pictures shot about 15 years back..
But I was fascinated with blood , I began shooting the animal slaughter during Bakra Idd I shot mostly goat but than was lucky to shoot the more difficult bull slaughter at Behrampada Bandra.
And its been a few years I started shooting the animal sacrifice of the Tamil Hindus during the Marriamman feast at Nehru Nagar Juhu and Mahim Macchimar colony..
I dont glorify what I shoot but I shoot it as a reality of life as a custom ritual of a community ..I dont prejudge , I dont ridicule I write positively that is why I am able to shoot all this without hindrance
And so I shot the bullock cart race in Alibagh Murud Janjira now banned completel…
The Seeds Of A Slum Are Sown This Way.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. This was a huge sprawling bustling hustling street slum , stalls shops homes and prostitution den of the hijras, they solicited openly , one of the hijra lady was a Devdasi known to me I met her often at the Mahim Urus too but she stayed away from the hijra den.. .
Once I walked from Dadar to Bandra shooting pictures of the slums the hijras threatned me I was new to shooting hijras so I buckled to their threats.
And than one day the slum dwellers got a good relocation deal packed out in no time t a distant suburb of Mankhurd I was told...
And this place was cleaned sensitized and it is coming up again gradually such is the urge of Man to own his own home.
We are a family of photographers that shoot beggars and showcase their pain to the the rest of the cyber world , the offline world is far too busy humping fornicating scamming to really pay attention to the people I shoot...we specialize shooting Muslim beggars ...and for those duckwits who think people buy beggar pictures ...well I have never had a single inquiry , everyone was interested in my Hijra pictures that I locked up from public view completely .. the Heenas , The Raveenas , Simrins , Khushi and the pretty hijras I shot cannot be viewed at all..
I have kept a few as a landmark to testify that I still shoot hijras that stalk the soul of my pictorial poetry.
He stares at me but says nothing, when his clothes get totally sooty stained , some good soul give him an old trouser or shirt that too will meet the same dusty fate.
He gets money he buys tea at the Irani which is served to him in a plastic cup on the street .. and this is the story of the madman in my area.. I know nothing about him , never needed to know I shoot pictures help those I can...but he is a burning mountain of lava from within I can feel it so I avoid ..any connection with him... besides shooting his pictures .