I have met a lot of mad people , and my quest for mad people took me far and wide, mostly at Sufi shrines in India..madness has many forms the highly intense one , where all medication psychiatry has failed go to Dargahs expecting God to cure their loved ones , and so here it is called possession in Dargah parlance Hazri .
I went to Hussain Tekri Jaorah , difficult to shoot but I did and than to The Holy Shrine of Syed Meera Datar Unjha .. the most famous spiritual healing center for mad people .. I shot here but in a few hours ..
As a street photographer I shoot pain , visible invisible ... as a Malang I saw a lot of holistic healing at Zinda Shah Madar Makanpur...
I have seen weird cases out of respect I tried not to shoot some images as it would hurt the girls marriage proposals ,..
why are people mad why are people sane some born free some bound to chains some with free thinking minds some with empty brains oh sweet madness give me death your life is full of pain i have lost every thing i have nothing to gain .. they call me mad insane
seeing the way i was clad rings turban barefeet he assumed i too was mad so he connected with my camera eye ..welcome comrade .. the mind is movement motion a computer with broken down keypad we both with varying degrees of madness both nomad both failed lovers with kicks on the gonad i looked poetically happy he was seriously sad he took an oath next year he would meet at the sufi shrine in baghdad
Mad Lady of Bandra Hill Road, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. who is she from where did she come what is her name is she hindu muslim or what a fish out of water in the net of my camera she got caught she is Mad her madness is a divine religion humanity in a spot she is merely a speck a dot mothers day womans day on her soul a blot uncured mentally ill on the face of society she rots
she is a broken tea pot within a wedge searching for a slot
An Ode To The Mad Lady of Chapel Road, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. demystifying the soul of madness mad peoples pictures i tweak upload . are mad people human do mad people have a code an ethnicity found in ever abode mad lady of chapel road running from the demon in rural bandra its winding road a rare blissful state of mindlessness with which she was bestowed can her earlier avatar be restored i am not sure .. but becoming mad is a reverse transformation prince becoming a toad or a sane woman becoming mad in a vortex of nothingness getting swallowed ...much worse than getting widowed ..a poetic thought re echoed ...no more will she be pillowed ..once and for all hitting the end of the road ..
About This Mad Man of Bandra- Living On The Edge, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I passed him yesterday , he was out there in the rains , under the house on a road where he stays .. I have been shooting him since 2011 .. and every time he is given a new pair of clothes they become like what you see in the picture , he never bathes , never washes himself.. and is dirty filthy,..
I also see him near the Irani restaurant in my area he gets a cup of tea on the road , he is barred from entering within understandably so..
I have never talked to him all these years sometimes I wanted to give him money , but he gives me a stern look and I am sure he would throw the money on my face .
Yesterday I asked the Nagori tea man near the house where he sits about him , he said he knew nothing.. we dont have a social police department that could take him to a home for the destitute .. nobody is interested .. unless he becomes a nuisance or harms somebody till than he is human living …
Mad Woman of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. no name no identification from where she comes is a question mark crazy people of noahs ark sinister stark deleted doomed lost their spark life dreary dark madness is human a new benchmark
the madwoman god created and forgot, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. surrendered soliloquy silence of a mad woman of bandra i shot was this hope that in her mothers womb as new born child she bought in a cosmic net of illusory miasma she got caught under the great tree of knowledge she rots ..a particle in a karmic plot sometimes cold sometimes hot