Friday, December 14, 2012

Mahesh Painter Cant Believe He Is Being Shot By a 5 Year Old Marziya Shakir Street Photographer

Mahesh Painter is eminent commercial industrial photographer with his studio at Matunga

Dil To Pagal Hai...

The Most Famous Irani Chaiwala And The Beggar Poet of Mumbai

Shot by my wife..

Shah Ast Hussain Badshah Ast Hussain

Dr Mansoor Showghi needs no Introduction Iranian ancestry but Dil Hai Hindustani ..well known in Mumbai Pune Hyderabad wherever the Iranis have made home .. he has researched on the Irani diaspora , the migrants and the settlers from Iran who have made Mera Bharat Mahan with their selfless service and contributing to our humility with their love arts crafts architecture and last but not the least the Irani Chai.

Dr Mansoor is very active on Facebook Twitter and he had come to interview me at my house ..I have been very close to the Iranis since a kid staying at Wodehouse Road Khatau Bhuvan now infamously called Jony Castle ,, once the home of the Father of Indian Rock Keith Kanga of Atomic Forest.. we were childhood friends Keith and me.

And the most famous tiny Irani joint first with a Irani manager and than later with along line of Malbari managers belonged to Mohomed Reza of Sarvi fame.

So my chai and bun maska story began here we moved to Breach Candy and finally to Strand Cinema 3 Mohini Mansions bang next to Mohomed Rezas Strand Coffee House ... and the chai bun maska followed usalong.

But the real Irani kava its mystical bounty was experienced sitting at Imamwada next to Moghul Masjid Iranian Mosque sipping the black beauty , and listening to the Majlis of Maulana Athar Saab during Moharam Ashura.

Over 55 years both the majlis and the black Irani chai growing strong as ever.

So I digress cutting short bographical footnotes this story is about Dr Mansoor Famous Mashoor Chashme Badoor age peeche Hoor Hi Hoor ..dil hai ashna chakna choor .. faint sounds of lyricless santoor .. jitna pas utna door .. khushiyan zyda aur bharpur ..charon tarf hussain hussain humility humanity ..tal aur soor ..adab tehzeeb sadgi khuloos .. no ghuroor ..

My wife too has Iranian ancestry from her fathers side ..

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berida shaam ke darbaar may jaana Zainab

Karbala may jo mere ghar pe musibat guzri
aur baazaaro may tum par jo aziyat guzri
muqtasar yeh hai ke jo kuch bhi qayamat guzri
saari rudaad meri maa ko sunana zainab
be rida....

berida shaam ke darbaar may jaana Zainab

Man Has Fucked This World ... Completely

The Beggar Poet Of Mumbai 40 Winks

The Is India Always Shining ...

Google Chrome KeepsCrashing Like Humpty Dumpty

And I was thinking to myself, "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"

"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"

"We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave! "

I Only Shoot What I Was Destined To Shoot

we are indians first ..a single mother who quenches our thirst

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