I have documented this area , its religiosity , multi culture people kids and still life , feats festivals and election euphoria , but now I hardly shoot it , I tweak my old pictures bring faded shots back to life ,, I am a repository of an image bank of feelings emotions and I did it for posterity , for kids who can see how fast they became older and older folks shot and some are no more there now ..
Bandra Bazar is a unique area totally neglected both by those who live here and have no respect or collective value for it , the politicians dont much care for it ,they come once in 5 years or during the Independence day
The last corporator Mr Rehbar Khan is remembered for personally taking care of it, getting work done meeting people and the new one sadly does not even know we exist..
And its time for the report card.. I am sure this time the residents will use the right to reject vote generously ,, we have been used for sellfish gains for a long time,,
Monday, September 30, 2013
Raju Shresta And His Son At Bandra Bazar Road
Uncle ,, What Do You See In My Eyes
they say
you are
a mystic
they dont
lie ,,what
does my
future hold
what do
you see
through
your camera
cosmic eye
will i become
a rich man
house car
will my
wealth
multiply
or will
i be poor
like my
parents
my luck
my destiny
what do
you see in
my children s
eyes ,,,please
tell me please
reply i hid
my face with
my camera
shot his surprise
his orbs loaded
dice .. confused
to surmise .
i was foolish
he was wise
Guided Tour Of Filthiest Places Of Bandra - Bazar Road Near Shia Mehfil And Sathgare Ram Mandir
Guided Tour Of Filthiest Places Of Bandra - Bazar Road Near Shia Mehfil And Sathgare Ram Mandir, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
This garbage mound has two religious places in its vicinity , this is against the Shia Mehfil wall and bang opposite the Satghare Ram Mandir Bandra Bazar Road.
And I dont why the lifeless spineless residents of Bandra Bazar love to throw garbage in the open..something is wrong with the psyche of the Bandraites ..
The Municipality would hardly be bothered , their head in charge keeps blaming structural changes in the building at Mazgaon that collapsed like a pack of cards , without the matter being investigated by the police and she does not talk about her peoples responsibility.. the worst managed allegedly the worst I dont want to say it is the Municipality , with no heart or human feelings.. so imagine what feelings they have for rubbish open garbage mounds lying on the road of Bandra.
The Municipality should be privatized .. made a semi autonomous body to save the people of Mumbai from further building collapse , death on potholed roads ..and apathy neglect and inhumanity..they suspend people below the pyramid but the heads on the top are intact untouched ..
Her Heart
dried
of all emotions
feelings scarce
her love was a
farce ..hardened
time pass ..
nothings grows
morbidly sparse
Guided Tour Of Filthiest Places In Bandra Chinchpokli Road Bandra
Guided Tour Of Filthiest Places In Bandra Chinchpokli Road Bandra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
as indians
mumbaikars
residents
of mumbai city
caught in
urban fray
wealth of our
garbage on the
roads we love
to display
a genetic
disorder
that enters
even migrants
who come here
to stay ..every
nook corner
alley has garbage
welcoming you
they say.. salutations
at the start of your day
mumbai is very different
now ethnic vernacular
gloomy dark and gray
but once it was cosmopolitan
hygienic cheerful funloving
it was called good old bombay
Guided Tour Of The Filthiest Places In Bandra
jesus lives
on a gutter
that perpetually
overflows
stench filth
makes him
morose
but than
this was
the place
for him
to stay
his followers
chose ,,
dirtiness
right under
his nose .
adding
to his
worldly
woes
This is a narrow path at Bandra Bazar Road ,,,used by two wheelers , a catering kitchen next to the cross...utensils washed it is a pathetic sight ,,
Bandra Bazar Road - Once God Lived Here He Has Moved Away
Bandra Bazar Road - Once God Lived Here He Has Moved Away, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
he was
suffocating
dying each
day he sold
his tiny spot
he moved away
far away ..to
kas plateau
a flower
paradise is
what they say
where he rises
to blooming
flowers meditates
prays,,, no more
filth no more goats
no more strays
political municipal
neglect sheer
disgrace ..
This Was Once My Old Workplace
because
of the stench
filth ugliness
around
this place
butcher shops
chicken shops
fish market
goats and strays
my bad luck
my destiny
in hopeless
embrace
a path
misplaced
giving it
up was the
saving grace
memories
are reminders
of lost illusions
lost moments
now out of place
The Kids Of Bandra Bazar ..
a dump yard
of the queen
of the suburbs
garbage filth
on par ..
open gutters
bad potholed
roads unevenly
tarred surface
near the market
totally scarred
nothing left
to guard..
hopes after
getting your
candidate
elected
from our ward
totally charred
its hits us
very hard
right to reject
a thought
on the cards
Bandra Bazar Road Stinks
says this little kid
giving me a wink
than with the stench
his eyes blink .
his parents are
helpless they
voted a party
at all three
levels a vote
jinxed ..
who will
clean the
mess
no one
thinks
now once
again time
has come
to be inked
who to vote
congress ncpa
bjp shivsena
independent
others or right
to reject all
of them is
it the
only wise
thing ?
The Elephant's Homecoming
once
exiled
from uttar
pradesh
is now
heading
back
to regain
what he lost
his throne
his royal
place
he has
decided
perhaps
he did
make a
few mistakes
he did create
a rampage
no more
parks
no more
statues
only peace
in its rightful
space
human dignity
grace no
uncalled for
riots no
goondism
no hooliganism
a few free laptops
to the lower caste
after all governance
in india is about
appeasing caste
color race ..manu vadi
janvadi are only
words used as phrase
homecoming matters
end of exile that inglorious
bad phase missed the garlands
of love and devotion ,,public's
gusty cheer embrace ..as always
politics always pays..so many
incomplete unfinished dreams
to chase..ban on illegal arms race
akkal badi ke bhais..hard cash..
sukh chain aur aish...public ki farmaish
The Poor and The Rich
this is an old poem bought forward
64 years after Independence poor and the rich
this is the way
god wanted it
why bitch
one lives
in a mansion
the other
in the ditch
both want
to live
their respective
sales pitch
only one hitch
both cursed
the beggar
by a drug itch
the other
ensconced in
his air
conditioned car
by a fair and lovely
goddess
bewitched
dont ask
me which
like his wife
she too
is a bitch
My Jewelery Collection Almost All Gone
When Marziya was 2 year old.. most of the silver I sold off in bad times ..
when bad times come
they dont knock your
door ..they take away
everything you loved
you cherished you
stored ..immune
they dont hear
your cries when
you implore ,,
even when you
bite the dust
hit the floor
essence of
life curved
to the core
now i dont
store collect
anything
anymore ..
I Shoot Illusions
who they are
what they are
I dont know
I shoot them
wherever I go
spectral specks
of my imagination
hallucinatory state
of my nomadic
mind ,an illusion
i suppose ,, i saw
i captured him
i froze ..his angst
his surrendered will
from head to toe
will i ever meet
him again a
thought arose
my inner layer
of illusions
said no firoze
I know a frame maker at Bandra , sane normal hardworking guy, every time I pass him I greet him and tell him he works hard , he eats his lunch late ,, recently I got talking to him ,he said he came from a family of ancient dervesh was trapped into his present lot of subsistence ..but than he changed gears asked me to which order I belonged I told him Dam Madar Aqsan.. he nodded his head he was only aware of Qalandri monks..
Than he said a lot of spirits , djinns passed by his shop and were always in a hurry towards the Bandra talao for ablutions but they nodded and greeted him..and he said it as a matter of fact,,
If you see him he is very ordinarily dressed , soft spoken...and the place where he sits is a famous pan shop..do they come for pan I asked him , he nodded his head affirmatively, I have met a lot of malangs bawas , shamans , Sada Suhagans who are male mystics dressed as women but not eunuchs.. and all this at Ajmer Sharif or Haji Malang..
Pipedream
i moved
away
just
in time
it seems
my restless
angst
my poetic
passion
pathos
my deleted
dreams
Touch
i feel
her breath
as it blows
in every
frame
her name
i froze
so far
up close
her kohl
laden eyes
her perky
pinkish
nose
her gazelle
like neck
her cheeks
milky rose
her curved
dagger like
eyebrows
now a dream
in cold sweat
i woke up to
a memory
poetic prose
she had
already
closed
her windows
a rusty lock
on her doors
Lord Shiva on Maha Shivratri
Shiva (Śiva, /ˈʃɪvə/ About this sound listen (help·info) meaning "The Auspicious One"), also known as Mahadeva, Mahesh ("Great God") or Bholenath ("Simple Lord"), is a popular Hindu deity and considered the Supreme God within Shaivism, one of the three most influential denominations in Hinduism.[1][2] Shiva is regarded as one of the primary forms of God, such as one of the five primary forms of God in the Smarta tradition,[1] and "the Destroyer" or "the Transformer"[3] among the Trimurti, the Hindu Trinity of the primary aspects of the divine. Shiva is also regarded as the patron god of yoga and arts.[4][5][6]
Shiva is usually worshipped in the aniconic form of Lingam.[7][8][9] Shiva of the highest level is limitless, transcendent, unchanging and formless.[10][11][12][13][14] However, Shiva also has many benevolent and fearsome forms.[15] In benevolent aspects, he is depicted as an omniscient yogi who lives an ascetic life on Mount Kailash,[3] as well as a householder with wife Parvati and two sons, Ganesha and Kartikeya or as the Cosmic Dancer. In fierce aspects, he is often depicted slaying demons. The most recognizable iconographical attributes of the god are a third eye on his forehead, a snake around his neck, the crescent moon adorning and the river Ganga flowing from his matted hair, the trishula as his weapon and the damaru as his instrument.
Shiva as we know him today shares many features with the Vedic god Rudra. Some historians have also suggested that a Shiva-like deity existed in pre-Vedic times, but not all historians agree on this.
Origins[edit]
For the early history, see Rudra.
The worship of Shiva is a pan-Hindu tradition, practiced widely across all of India, Nepal and Sri Lanka.[36][37] Some historians believe that the figure of Shiva as we know him today was built up over time, with the ideas of many regional sects being amalgamated into a single figure.[37] How the persona of Shiva converged as a composite deity is not well documented.[38] Axel Michaels the Indologist suggests Shaivism like Vaişhņavism, implies a unity which cannot be clearly found either in religious practice or in philosophical and esoteric doctrine. Furthermore, practice and doctrine must be kept separate.[39]
An example of assimilation took place in Maharashtra, where a regional deity named Khandoba is a patron deity of farming and herding castes.[40] The foremost center of worship of Khandoba in Maharashtra is in Jejuri.[41] Khandoba has been assimilated as a form of Shiva himself,[42] in which case he is worshipped in the form of a lingam.[40][43] Khandoba's varied associations also include an identification with Surya[40] and Karttikeya.[44]
Shiva's form: Shiva has a Trident in the right lower arm, with a crescent moon on his head. He is said to be fair like camphor or like an ice clad mountain. He has fire and Damaru and Mala or a kind of weapon. He wears five serpents as ornaments. He wears a garland of skulls. He is pressing with his feet the demon Muyalaka, a dwarf holding a cobra. He faces south. Panchakshara itself is his body. (The trident, like almost all other forms in Hinduism, can be understood as the symbolism of the unity of three worlds that a human faces - his inside world, his immediate world, and the broader overall world. At the base of the trident, all three forks unite.)
Third eye: (Trilochana) Shiva is often depicted with a third eye, with which he burned Desire (Kāma) to ashes,[96] called "Tryambakam" (Sanskrit: त्र्यम्बकम् ), which occurs in many scriptural sources.[97] In classical Sanskrit, the word ambaka denotes "an eye", and in the Mahabharata, Shiva is depicted as three-eyed, so this name is sometimes translated as "having three eyes".[98] However, in Vedic Sanskrit, the word ambā or ambikā means "mother", and this early meaning of the word is the basis for the translation "three mothers".[99][100] These three mother-goddesses who are collectively called the Ambikās.[101] Other related translations have been based on the idea that the name actually refers to the oblations given to Rudra, which according to some traditions were shared with the goddess Ambikā.[102]It has been mentioned that when Shiva loses his temper badly, his third eye opens which can destroy most of the things to ashes.
Crescent moon: (The epithets "Chandrasekhara/Chandramouli")- Shiva bears on his head the crescent moon.[103] The epithet Candraśekhara (Sanskrit: चन्द्रशेखर "Having the moon as his crest" - candra = "moon"; śekhara = "crest, crown")[104][105][106] refers to this feature. The placement of the moon on his head as a standard iconographic feature dates to the period when Rudra rose to prominence and became the major deity Rudra-Shiva.[107] The origin of this linkage may be due to the identification of the moon with Soma, and there is a hymn in the Rig Veda where Soma and Rudra are jointly implored, and in later literature, Soma and Rudra came to be identified with one another, as were Soma and the moon.[108] The crescent moon is shown on the side of the Lord's head as an ornament. The waxing and waning phenomenon of the moon symbolizes the time cycle through which creation evolves from the beginning to the end. Since the Lord is the Eternal Reality, He is beyond time. Thus, the crescent moon is only one of His ornaments. The wearing of the crescent moon in his head indicates that He has controlled the mind perfectly.
Ashes: (The epithet "Bhasmaanga Raaga") - Shiva smears his body with ashes (bhasma). Ashes represent the final reality that a human being will face - the end of all material existence.[109] Some forms of Shiva, such as Bhairava, are associated with a very old Indian tradition of cremation-ground asceticism that was practiced by some groups who were outside the fold of brahmanic orthodoxy.[110] These practices associated with cremation grounds are also mentioned in the Pali canon of Theravada Buddhism.[111] One epithet for Shiva is "inhabitant of the cremation ground" (Sanskrit: śmaśānavāsin, also spelled Shmashanavasin), referring to this connection.[112] It is interesting to see the peaceful acceptance of cremation ground temples of Batuk Bhairava, a form of Lord Shiva, by the general populace. At Ujjain, near the Kaal Bhairava temple lies such a cremation ground temple of Batuk Bhairava, with its legendary disciple Baba Dabral known throughout Central India (as he is blessed, people say, with the ability to literally read out incidents of the future in one's life just by holding one's palm).
Matted hair: (The epithet "Jataajoota Dhari/Kapardina") - Shiva's distinctive hair style is noted in the epithets Jaṭin, "the one with matted hair",[113] and Kapardin, "endowed with matted hair"[114] or "wearing his hair wound in a braid in a shell-like (kaparda) fashion".[115] A kaparda is a cowrie shell, or a braid of hair in the form of a shell, or, more generally, hair that is shaggy or curly.[116] His hair is said to be like molten gold in color or being yellowish-white.
Blue throat: The epithet Nīlakaṇtha (Sanskrit नीलकण्ठ; nīla = "blue", kaṇtha = "throat")[117][118] since Shiva drank the Halahala poison churned up from the Samudra Manthan to eliminate its destructive capacity. Shocked by his act, Goddess Parvati strangled his neck and hence managed to stop it in his neck itself and prevent it from spreading all over the universe supposed to be in Shiva's stomach. However the poison was so potent that it changed the color of his neck to blue.[119][120] (See Maha Shivaratri.)
Shiva bearing the descent of the Ganges River as Parvati and Bhagiratha and the bull Nandi look, folio from a Hindi manuscript by the Narayan, circa 1740
Sacred Ganges: (The epithet "Gangadhara") Bearer of Ganga. Ganges river flows from the matted hair of Shiva.[121][122] The Gaṅgā (Ganges), one of the major rivers of the country, is said to have made her abode in Shiva's hair.[123] The flow of the Ganges also represents the nectar of immortality.
Tiger skin: (The epithet "Krittivasana").He is often shown seated upon a tiger skin,[109] an honour reserved for the most accomplished of Hindu ascetics, the Brahmarishis.[124] Tiger represents lust. His sitting on the tiger’s skin indicates that He has conquered lust.
Serpents: (The epithet "Nagendra Haara"). Shiva is often shown garlanded with a snake.[125] His wearing of serpents on the neck denotes wisdom and eternity.
Deer: His holding deer on one hand indicates that He has removed the Chanchalata of the mind (i.e., attained maturity and firmness in thought process). Deer jump from one place to another swiftly, similar to the mind moving from one thought to another.
Trident: (Sanskrit: Trishula): Shiva's particular weapon is the trident.[109] His Trisul that is held in His right hand represents the three Gunas—Sattva, Rajas and Tamas. That is the emblem of sovereignty. He rules the world through these three Gunas. The Damaru in His left hand represents the Sabda Brahman. It represents OM from which all languages are formed. It is He who formed the Sanskrit language out of the Damaru sound.
Drum: A small drum shaped like an hourglass is known as a damaru (Sanskrit: ḍamaru).[126][127] This is one of the attributes of Shiva in his famous dancing representation[128] known as Nataraja. A specific hand gesture (mudra) called ḍamaru-hasta (Sanskrit for "ḍamaru-hand") is used to hold the drum.[129] This drum is particularly used as an emblem by members of the Kāpālika sect.[130]
Axe: (Sanskrit: Parashu):The parashu is the weapon of Lord Shiva who gave it to Parashurama, sixth Avatar of Vishnu, whose name means "Rama with the axe" and also taught him its mastery.
Nandī: (The epithet "Nandi Vaahana").Nandī, also known as Nandin, is the name of the bull that serves as Shiva's mount (Sanskrit: vāhana).[131][132] Shiva's association with cattle is reflected in his name Paśupati, or Pashupati (Sanskrit: पशुपति), translated by Sharma as "lord of cattle"[133] and by Kramrisch as "lord of animals", who notes that it is particularly used as an epithet of Rudra.[134] Rishabha or the bull represents Dharma Devata. Lord Siva rides on the bull. Bull is his vehicle. This denotes that Lord Siva is the protector of Dharma, is an embodiment of Dharma or righteousness.
Gaṇa: The Gaṇas (Devanagari: गण) are attendants of Shiva and live in Kailash. They are often referred to as the bhutaganas, or ghostly hosts, on account of their nature. Generally benign, except when their lord is transgressed against, they are often invoked to intercede with the lord on behalf of the devotee. Ganesha was chosen as their leader by Shiva, hence Ganesha's title gaṇa-īśa or gaṇa-pati, "lord of the gaṇas".[135]
Mount Kailāsa: Mount Kailash in the Himalayas is his traditional abode.[109] In Hindu mythology, Mount Kailāsa is conceived as resembling a Linga, representing the center of the universe.[136]
Varanasi: Varanasi (Benares) is considered to be the city specially loved by Shiva, and is one of the holiest places of pilgrimage in India. It is referred to, in religious contexts, as Kashi.[137]
Lingam[edit]
Lingam at Jambukesvara temple in Thiruvanaikaval, Tamil Nadu
Main article: Lingam
Apart from anthropomorphic images of Shiva, the worship of Shiva in the form of a lingam, or linga, is also important.[138][139][140] These are depicted in various forms. One common form is the shape of a vertical rounded column. Shiva means auspiciousness, and linga means a sign or a symbol. Hence, the Shivalinga is regarded as a "symbol of the great God of the universe who is all-auspiciousness".[141] Shiva also means "one in whom the whole creation sleeps after dissolution".[141] Linga also means the same thing—a place where created objects get dissolved during the disintegration of the created universe. Since, according to Hinduism, it is the same god that creates, sustains and withdraws the universe, the Shivalinga represents symbolically God Himself.[141] Some scholars, such as Monier-Williams and Wendy Doniger, also view linga as a phallic symbol,[142][143] although this interpretation is disputed by others, including Christopher Isherwood,[144] Vivekananda,[145] Swami Sivananda,[146] and S.N. Balagangadhara.[147]
Maha Shivaratri[edit]
Celestial Marriage of Shiva and Parvati in presence of all depicted at Elephanta Caves
Main article: Maha Shivaratri
Maha Shivratri is a festival celebrated every year on the 13th night or the 14th day of the new moon in the Krishna Paksha of the month of Maagha or Phalguna in the Hindu calendar. This festival is of utmost importance to the devotees of Lord Shiva. Mahashivaratri marks the night when Lord Shiva performed the 'Tandava' and it is also believed that Lord Shiva was married to Parvati. [236] The holiday is often celebrated with special prayers and rituals offered up to Shiva, notably the Abhishek. This ritual, practiced throughout the night, is often performed every three hours with water, milk, yogurt, and honey. Bel leaves are often offered up to the Hindu god, as it is considered necessary for a successful life. The offering of the leaves are considered so important that it is believed that someone who offers them without any intentions will be rewarded greatly. [237
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiva
Imagine the Conceited Pompous Arrogant Muslim on Bakra Idd Buys a Goat for 5 Lacs But Wont Give a Dime For a Poor Girls Education
Imagine the Conceited Pompous Arrogant Muslim on Bakra Idd Buys a Goat for 5 Lacs But Wont Give a Dime For a Poor Girls Education, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
We are a leaderless society we call ourselves Muslims on the face of it but are million light years away from what the Holy Messenger taught us about humility charity and Faith..
Building new mosques fighting to get back old ruined mosques , creating sectarian strife .. building madrsas but hardly doing anything to alleviate poverty illiteracy among the poor Muslim ..
Living in India I am happy to say Muslims dont kill Muslims like they are doing right now in every part of the world like Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan Bahrain Saudi Arabia and elsewhere ..
It pains me the Martyred Misplaced Jihad for killing and destruction..including the unborn child in a mothers womb..
For once I am happy to be Indian..live in Peace with my neighbor respect his religion ...and shoot pictures of a world you dont want to see ...the world of the Muslim beggar ...
Once Upon A Time Dread Head And All
i sought
forgiveness
from a
merciful
god ,,
for my
sins of
omission
commission
tears on my
facebook wall
the ultimate
assault of
my deleted
dreams
my downfall
now i am
sanely
normal
her memories
washed away
lusty nights
remorseful
rainfall...
totally
dried out
of all
alcohol
In India It Is The Poor That Suffer At All Costs
In India It Is The Poor That Suffer At All Costs, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
having
left his
home
in UP
he came
as a
migrant
bhaiyya
in search
of work
uneducated
illiterate
unemployed
for a long time
he became
a laborer
carrying
goods from
the truck
to the baniya
shops a job
he cannot
shirk
if he was
educated
he could
have been
a peon
in an office
or a clerk
just giving free laptops not creating jobs infrastructure politics of appeasement sucks
Sunday, September 29, 2013
The Poor Migrant North Indian From Uttar Pradesh
The Poor Migrant North Indian From Uttar Pradesh, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
full page
ads in all
indian newspapers
touting law order
governance
under chief
minister mr
akhilesh
self promotional
exercise
self glorification
hollow praise ..
muzzafarnagar
riots wont ever
be forgotten
wont ever
be erased
like a garland
of godhra will
haunt the soul
of humanity
it will surface
political survival
what a disgrace
dreams politicians
chase .. a mask
concealing a dubious
face .. what hindu
what muslim those
who were martyred
were indians ,.by race
The Poor Mans Cuisine
green hot chillies
is the poor mans meal
cooked on a kerosene
stove no big deal
he cant afford
asparagus
avocados
the rich mans meal
the long winding
line for kerosene
burning sorrow
burning feet
his life
like a slithering
eel
the pain of living
as prices sky rocket
now you know
how he feels
his pain reveal
governments come
make a quick buck
go his pain
wont heal
a system
that sucks
his soul
it steals
in a grinding
pain round
round he goes
round a karmic
wheel made
of plastic
not of steel
the only time
he is respected
when
they come with
folded hands
for his vote
his fucked fate
is sealed
another 5 years
another spiked heel
on his trampled
sorrow another
fucked deal
With Bakra Eid Round The Corner Millions Will Be Spent On Goats
With Bakra Eid Round The Corner Millions Will Be Spent On Goats, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
but who
has time
the feed
the poor
the needy
the homeless
or those in
distress
or give a few
goats to a
widows home
or an orphanage
it is only who
bought the
most expensive
goat money
seducing the press
to show off impress
the clergy need not
stress bound
to the rich mans
largess while
the rich man
ostentatious
display
of wealth
money power
misplaced
sacrifice
a thought to
address
why so much
excess
moderation
is the key
to worldly
peace
success
I Shoot The Last Gasping Breath Of Life
This is dedicated to a Flickr friend for her kind words it touched the humility of my photographic soul ..her words ..
I just love your photos, they are so often the highlight of my day! Including the dead and dying and decrepit and begging,
it is like a window into the real world from the privileged North American life that people lead here. Most people can't believe how the rest of the world lives. You are a constant reminder of what is really going on!!
If people say they don't like them, it is because they want to be ostriches and hide their heads and pretend that everyone is rich and prosperous, without realizing that their wealth and that of their nations is stolen from the third world nations pockets.
who is he
i dont know
but yes he
is muslim old
man of uttar
pradesh
north indian
lying at
the bus depot
day dreaming
his painful
deathly throes
his worldly woes
his sufferings
shadow him
wherever he goes
wakes him up
to pangs of hunger
bouts of begging
when the winds
blow..the pain wont
diminish or outflow
who really cares
for him ..those
who engineered
the azad maidan
riots for muslims
of myanmar assam
wont ever see him
him or feel his sorrow
i only hope not another
politicized protest for
muslims of muzzafarnagar
in mumbai ..to pacify
our polarized leaders ego
those who died were all
indians due to a novice
running a large state
in one go..giving free
laptops does not change
crumbling law and order
scenario ..durga shakti
ma durga is coming
to remove all obstacles
durga ma ki jai ho..
I Use My Camera As A Time Machine
i show
you
magical
moments
that i had
shot i had
seen brotherhood
hope evergreen
i show you
a thought
before it
will be born
time will
wean
i shoot
that futuristic
scene eid ul zuha
on october 16
a few changes
in dress mood
but obedience
devotion surrender
to gods will pristine
my camera is a
lamp though i
am not Aladdin..
i juggle pictures
back forth that
you may have
seen..umpteen
i shoot all religious
moments memories
i dont ridicule or demean
i dont shoot the obvious
or obscene ,, my camera
is my instrument of peace
capturing pain gasping breath
solitude silent and serene
Do You Want To Know What Nerjis Is Thinking As A Photographer
Do You Want To Know What Nerjis Is Thinking As A Photographer, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
I gave my Canon 60D to a tourist photographer who had a Nikon DSLR around his neck,,and he was with his family a young guy but was having trouble shooting with the Canon..though it was on the easiest mode,so Nerjis looked amused wondering why he was taking so much time and I dont blame her.
One of the reasons I taught them photography, they wont ever have to grapple with the camera when they grow older,,than as an after thought I realized they have already grown older than my camera ..
My grandchildren wont be photographers but I taught them humility all human virtues through the camera .. you have to see her shoot pictures ..
I Bring Nerjis To Juhu Beach
I had some urgent work, had to drop some personal stuff of Mr Shakti Kapoor ,, he was away on a shoot so I gave it to his watchman and from his building walked out of his back door that leads to the Juhu beach, his building is on Juhu beach itself..
Nerjis was scared of the waters , but made her shoot some stuff on the beach including the photographers there.
We walked from one end to the bhel stall corner end , me lifting her all the time ..
The Street Photographer - Nerjis Asif Shakir
if you are blogger
to your creativity
there is no limit
no time bound
agenda to commit
you dont need
to shoot new pictures
with the exif data
changing the date
takes you back
on the summit
a 2 year old street photographer .. nerjis ,,won it
Filthy Places Of Bandra Guided Tour ...The Garden Of Chinchpokli Road
Filthy Places Of Bandra Guided Tour ...The Garden Of Chinchpokli Road, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
just a few
steps is
the sai baba
temple gods
holy abode
bhajan artis
devotion marred
by filth on this
bandra byroad
that connects
demonte street
to the famous
bandra hill road
chinchpokli
garbage dump
dogs cats goats
use it like a
public commode
huge big fat rats
nice mansions
burrowed..
the hens chickens
crows have over
the years mellowed
this is a two way street
traffic snarls commotion
galore .digging is a
common feature
leaving holes half open
bandra queen of the
suburbs widowed
once before
becoming
ministers they
come here to
canvas for votes
memories i
wont decode
on the crest
of karmic silence
brother neglect
sister apathy rode
bandra once
princess charming
now fat filth diseased
female toad ..poetry
of life begging for attention
on this crossroad..
365 Day Project A Picture A Day .. I Thought I Could Do It ,,
365 Day Project A Picture A Day .. I Thought I Could Do It ,,, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
but than
i gave it
up i said
what the
mother
fuck up
screw it
if i post
the same
picture
every day
you would
rue it
so my
garbage porn
thought i
fuckin
withdrew it
what i cant
swallow
i must not
chew it
as a blog
on the soul
of the municipal
conscience
imbue it
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Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
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Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...
