She wakes up everyone in the morning for Sairi.. the Ramzan fast and is exuberant , making the entire surroundings change color.. Held in my hand she feeds the fishes dipping her hand and touching the mollies , and they come to kiss her too.
The Java finches get excited seeing her , and call out to her , than she helps me give them water clean their mess , and once in a while she goes with me to Sweet Home Aquarium to buy bloodworms , and knows the name of fishes , those that are in Marziyas Fish Tank.
Than from here we go to Nautilus down the road , here she will greet Adrian and we buy plants Java Moss and drift wood variety plants.
three children one after the other so to speak promises betrayal a father they seek he went to mumbai for better prospects last week .. not heard from him the future bleak mother helps out but of my pain she understands wont speak hope throttled on a choked creek my little children innocent vulnerable meek a living must eke begging for self respect on the street .. a pain that rises rises peaks
When It Rains It Pours, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. ramzan time sitting for alms on wet floors hope was willing but recession has shut all doors sairi iftar rhythmic rains showers childs empty stomach bellows roars if you cant get less why ask for more humanity snores only god knows what lies in store soundproof spirituality soundlessly implores
During Ramzan All The Donation Boxes And Receipt Books Come Out, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Tempos asking for relief for Masjids Madrsas . guys with blaring loudspeakers literally forcing themselves on your eardrums for money..some maybe sincere in their calling most are dubious people , including groups of skull capped guys ringing doorbells for donations ..there is more scam corruption on this front in ramzan than any other month ..
The Desi Murgi and Baidawala, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Around him are big chicken broiler shops , doing rip roaring business ,while he sits on the road opposite Kalidas Stores a over 100 year old provision store ..he sells his stuff nominally , gives me a discount because my grand daughter Marziya has been shooting his pictures , and now Nerjis shoots him too , this gladdens him a lot,,
He hardly knows what we do with the pictures , we hardly give copies , we dont print our pictures , all the pictures we shoot are for internet viewing only..
We tell stories through our pictures , pictures of our backyard .. a crazy chaotic friendly place called Bandra Bazar Road the most neglected place of heritage and East Indian ancestry..migrants came here later be it the dhobis butchers bakers jewelers and other professional help..Most of this belonged to a single landlord De Monte ..and a part of the Bazar lane is called De Monte we stayed here when we bought it as a ou…
loneliness reticence is his birthright through out he is sincere devout from the loneliness of his heart soul poetry sprouts you can live with prose no doubt but without poetry of life total blackout so dont underestimate a persons shut mouth .. he is re energizing his minds batteries from dying out
Ye Naa Thii Hamaarii Qismat Ke Visaal\-E\-Yaar Hotaa Agar Aur Jiite Rahate, Yahii I.Ntazaar Hotaa Tere Vaade Par Jiye Ham, To Ye Jaan Jhuuth Jaanaa Ke Khushii Se Mar Na Jaate, Agar Aitabaar Hotaa Terii Naazukii Se Jaanaa Ke Ba.Ndhaa Thaa Ahad Buudaa Kabhii Tuu Na To.D Sakataa, Agar Usatavaar Hotaa Koii Mere Dil Se Puuchhe, Tere Tiir\-E\-Niim Kash Ko Ye Khalish Kahaa.N Se Hotii, Jo Jigar Ke Paar Hotaa Ye Kahaa.N Kii Dostii Hai Ke Bane Hai.N Dost Naaseh Koii Chaaraa Saaz Hotaa, Koii Gam Gusaar Hotaa Rag\-E\-Sa.Ng Se Tapakataa, Vo Lahuu Ke Phir Na Thamataa Jise Gam Samajh Rahe Ho, Ye Agar Sharaar Hotaa Gam Agar\-Che Jaa.N Gusal Hai, Par Kahaa.N Bachai.N Ke Dil Hai Gam\-E\-Ishq Gar Na Hotaa, Gam\-E\-Rozagaar Hotaa Kahuu.N Kis Se Mai.N Ke Kiyaa Hai, Shab\-E\-Gam Burii Balaa Hai Mujhe Kiyaa Buraa Thaa Mara…