Sunday, December 30, 2012

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada

My Guru Blessing The Head That Bleeds For Hussain

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada


I was meeting him after several years and this was simply because I had some work at Flim city I was meeting a director at Whistling Woods , so I came here had two cups of coffee with my Guru ..

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj is well versed in Islamic scriptures and is a scholar a healer and friend of the Rafaees and Dam Madar Malang

He was happy that I had become a Malang and I was meeting my Guru after almost 4 years ..he had changed his mobile number so there was no way I could connect with him unless I came here , and I just did not have the time drive or inclination.

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj wants me to join him at the Maha Kumbh he has just returned from Allahabad setting up the tents for his disciples ..

I told him I could only make it after Moharam, either for 10 Feb Shahi Snan or the 15 Feb or straight in March at Mahashivratri.. I dont know I play cosmic roulette .. what happens will happen..

Luckily I am no more working for anyone am my own Boss .. so if I dont have any commitments I will connect with him.. I have had the best of times with him and his people at Nasik Kumbh.

After I had coffee he surprised me and told me to shoot his Ling Kriya ... I did .

The picture was shot by a guy who has never held the camera before I instructed him..

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada

My Naga Sadhu Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada


I was meeting him after several years and this was simply because I had some work at Flim city I was meeting a director at Whistling Woods , so I came here had two cups of coffee with my Guru ..

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj is well versed in Islamic scriptures and is a scholar a healer and friend of the Rafaees and Dam Madar Malang

He was happy that I had become a Malang and I was meeting my Guru after almost 4 years ..he had changed his mobile number so there was no way I could connect with him unless I came here , and I just did not have the time drive or inclination.

Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj wants me to join him at the Maha Kumbh he has just returned from Allahabad setting up the tents for his disciples ..

I told him I could only make it after Moharam, either for 10 Feb Shahi Snan or the 15 Feb or straight in March at Mahashivratri.. I dont know I play cosmic roulette .. what happens will happen..

Luckily I am no more working for anyone am my own Boss .. so if I dont have any commitments I will connect with him.. I have had the best of times with him and his people at Nasik Kumbh.

After I had coffee he surprised me and told me to shoot his Ling Kriya ... I did .

The picture was shot by a guy who has never held the camera before I instructed him..

luckily i dont get off my cab when i shoot street photos

the muslim man is waiting for the right bus

do gaz zameen bhi mili khade bazar main..khada parsi

the khada parsi now that he has got arthritis standing for so many years is finally being operated upon

demolished dreams

when the slums are demolished the slum dwellers dont give up hope they rebuild again

dont blame the girl child if she comes under the wheel of hate of male macho indian society

once this was a home now after demolition it is a graveyard of memories

the hijra that i accidentally shoot nowadays


Over 17000 images of hijras shot by me are no more for public view ..and this hijra begging on NM Joshi Marg saw me recognized me immediately , and this is the lowest order of cross dressers actually posing as hijras but not really from the community .

They beg on traffic signals and ekea living , but now even women dress up as hijras and beg at traffic signals of Bandra Linking Road and near Old Natraj studio Andheri signal.

I hardly shoot hijras anymore . with people stealing your pictures at Flickr it makes no sense shooting them.

the face of mumbai.. without makeup or lipstick

pushing a fucked 2012 out .... and bringing a new one in

Mumbai Is A Rich Mans Paradise And A Poor Mans Hell

I Shoot As Many Stories In a Single Frame ..

Street Children Making The Old Man Of 2012


They will burn him am midnight and usher in the new year 2013

There Is A Huge Wall Between The Rich And The Poor



one on the 33 rd floor
in air conditioned
comfort the other
breathing fumes
of the gutter
living on a sewer
the rich and the poor
dengue mosquito bites
malarial fever no cure
be poor die poor
suffer endure
only during election
time netaji with
folded hands '
gives them an ear
once he gets his
chair making money
glamour glitz allure

Flickr Uploaders Whether Old Or New Are A Pain In The Butt

happy new year 2013

property taxes to increase in mumbai city - ha ha ha

home is on the friendly streets of mumbai

God Did Not Vote This Time

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god busy
bringing relief
to people all over
maharashtra
did not vote
this time
in protest
against
politicians
who for the welfare
of his people
dont care a dime
his people suffer
rising electric bills
rising taxes
rising cost of
education
living dead
in his lifetime
long live crime
says a nexus
of leaders and criminals
every time
as the bells chime
his people
becoming old tired
disillusioned
in their prime
children begging
on the streets
no school time
on the backs
of a single vote
to vidhan sabha
of success
the candidate
climbs
the poor man
searching
for his life
in the meantime

RIP

RIP by firoze shakir photographerno1
RIP, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.


all
over the country
silent candle lit
protests
away from
political machinations
or lumpen elements
no baton wielding cops
no water canons
women young and old
unpainted no dent
a nation cries
a nation repents
in the evil heart
of man lies a serpent
an iron rod a message
sent now new laws
they will invent
in a circus called
a fools parliament
they will present

till another girl is struck
down regret and relent
another soulless cry
flesh less lament

gods are the greatest encroachers of public spaces in india

the birth of a street slum...

writing on the wall.. law and order takes a fall

we give birth to rapists

dadar ...is a dream gone sour

murdered raped ..to the heavenly father the soul escaped

the girl child in india is born with a death certificate

I was raped murdered by my countrymen...

weaving a tale of survival through the meshes of a basket

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