Friday, August 16, 2013

Eid Hugging Pictures For Media Consumption

Eid Hugging Pictures

Eid Mubarak Hugging Pictures Set Up For Media

The Making Of Eid Hugging Pictures For Media..

Two Malangs Of Bandra

The Mumbai Police On Eid Ul Fitr

Bandra Idd Namaz Idd Ul Fitr 2010

Namz 2010 Eid Ul Fitr

The Bloggers Signature Collection

Om Namo Narayan ..Peace He Said ..

Bandra Station Road Idd Ul Fitr Namaz 2010

Bandra Station Road Idd Ul Fitr Namaz 2010

Bandra Station Road Idd Ul Fitr Namaz 2010

Documenting Idd Ul Fitr Namaz 2010

Bandra Station Road Idd Ul Fitr Namaz 2010

The Namaz is Essence of Peace Hope Humility ,,

I Shoot Tomorrow ...I Dont Steal Beg Or Borrow

The HotShot Media Photographers Of Mumbai

First God Created Photo Journalists
than came the camera ,,camera kits
photo journalism sucks in the pits
on the soul of mumbai as a mirror
every photo shits ... an eye sore
every midday as it hits ,,,as a
human my wrist i want to slit
please re teach them sensitivity
poetry of a situation ,,,paid media
hackneyed .. photo shooting twit..

at blogadda.. thats it ,,,

Four Legged Creature Called Man - Muslim Beggar On Eid 2010

The Rains And Eid Ul Fitr Namaz 2010

Zindagi Bhar Nahi Buhlegi Barish Main Woh Eid Ki Namaz

The Haunted Bandra Skywalk

only ghosts
spirits use it
dressed as
over the
other side
dont talk
like chalk
only malangs
can see them
on the bandra
surreal skywalk
waste of public
money dont
be shocked
beneath its
girders drug addicts
beggars drunkards
peddlers drugs hawk
the police see them
surely turn the other
way on their beat
when they walk..
a skywalk that
humiliates the soul
of humanity it mocks
gear up for more
waste of public money
more future shocks

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Mumbai Main Tourist Attraction Potholes And The Rains ..

Bandra Station Road Idd Ul Fitr Namaz 2010

Eid Ul Fitr Namaz 2010 And It Rains

Eid Ul Fitr Namaz 2010 And It Rains

Bandra Station Road Idd Ul Fitr Namaz 2010

Bandra Station Road Idd Ul Fitr Namaz 2010

The Mumbai Policeman Deserves Good Pay Good House And Good Retirement Benefits

Sheer Waste Of Public Money The Unused Bandra Skywalk

If you see the unused escalator near the Juma Masjid used by drug addicts and drug peddlers you will puke ,, but who cares ..

The Saga end of the Skywalk is used by lovers at night time ,, beggars sleep fornicate at the Shastri Nagar bandra depot end.

Muslim Beggars And Hope - Eid Ul Fitr 2010

Eid Ul Fitr 2010 Bandra Station Road

Muslim Kids ..Before - God Take Care Of Them After

About Banganga Walkeshwar


History[edit source | editbeta]

See also: History of Mumbai
Tank was built in the 1127 AD, by Lakshman Prabhu, a minister in the court of Silhara dynasty kings of Thane.[2][3]
The tank was rebuilt in 1715 AD, out of a donation for the Walkeshwar Temple by Rama Kamath.[4] The main temple, has been reconstructed since then and is at present a reinforced concrete structure of recent construction.

Banganga in Mythology[edit source | editbeta]

Banganga Temple shikhara
According to local legend, it sprang forth when the Hindu god Ram, the exiled hero of the epic Ramayana, stopped at the spot five thousand years ago in search of his kidnapped wife Sita.
As the legend goes, overcome with fatigue and thirst, Rama asked his brother Lakshmana to bring him some water. Laxman instantly shot an arrow into the ground, and water gushed forth from the ground, creating a tributary of the Ganges, which flows over a thousand miles away, hence its name, Banganga, the Ganga created on a baan (arrow).[5]
The Banganga also houses the 'Shri Kashi Math' and 'Shri Kaivalya or Kawle Math' of the Goud Saraswat Brahmins at its banks and samadhis of their various past heads of the Math.[6]
The area also has a Hindu cremation ground[7] which after 2003, received a makeover to house a Gas crematorium.[8]
The area still has an old Hindu cemetery consisting of samadhi shrines of various Advaita gurus, such as Sri Ranjit Maharaj (1913–2000) and his guru Sri Siddarameshwar Maharaj (1888–1936).[9][10]
Today[edit source | editbeta]

The tank today is a rectangular pool structure surrounded by steps on all four sides. At the entrance are two pillars in which oil lamps called diyas were lit in ancient times.
The tank, as well as the main Walkeshwar Temple and the Parshuram Temple belong to the Goud Saraswat Temple Trust, which once owned most of the property in the complex. Many Goud Saraswat Brahmin families (Rege, Anaokar, Mulgaonkar, Kenkre, Sakhardande, Sukthankar, Keni, Marudkar, Naik, Warti, Warerkar, Bidikar, Bhende, Prabhawalkar, Pagnis) used to reside / still reside in the Temple Trust buildings in the complex.
The tank is spring fed and so its water remains sweet, despite being located only a few dozen meters away from the sea. Apart from being a cultural hub, the place over the years has provided inspiration to many artists, be it on film or on canvas.

Beggars of Banganga Pitru Paksh 2011

The Barefeet Blogger at Banganga 2011

Armpit Shaving...

I Dont Think Anyone Has Shot So Many Barbers As I Have In A Single Life Time

Beware of Bogus Lovers

Piddling In Public And Yet Trapped In Traditiion

Maria Is Coming Next Month From Her Home Town

Her daughter Mary informed me yesterday , Maria has problems with her leper wounds during the rains .. so she leaves Mumbai to be with her relatives in her home town.

Her grand children are in a boarding school..her daughter Mary semi Leper , manages her begging spot at Boran Road near Bandra Hill Road .

Piddling on the Soul of Corruption And Scam..

waqt ki raftar
peshab ki dhar
marne se majboor
jeene se bezar
ki mohabat
mashuka ke
mashukh ne
lagaye jute
hazar ..unke
ghar bheja
rishte se
kar diya
pada nali
main ab
woh bana
chahti hain
azadi manane
ka avsar
sajan chale
us par,,
roadside romeo
kehti hain mujkho
woh bar bar
kismet ki
ma bahen
ho chuki hai
khali pakit
na ghar na
bungla na
motor car
main sadd
rahoon unki
chaukat par
woh producer
ke sath ho gayi
khudkushi karna
chaha ..pankha sar
par gira tuti kamar
aur chath aur diwar
once upon a time
in mumbai dekhne
jaunga dobara
jab tabiyat ho
jaeygi sahi ..aur
main chalne ke
chennai express
ko maro goli
main akshay ji
ka hoon meherban

The Hajjam Grown In India ..Indigenous Not For Export

charge less
than what
you pay for
waiting for
a customer
eagerly he
prays to
god to
his way..

ap ko azadi diwas
mubarak ho bharat
ma ki jai..jinhone
mar ke azadi dilawayi
ham sab unko bhul gaye
jo nayi pidi ayi woh sab
desh ki kamai chara
kha gaye ..sar par
safed gandhi top
safed khadi kurta
pajama narebazi
se murde bhi
ghabra gaye ..
i con
i con
laga gaye
mera desh mahan
bharat mata ki jai

i am a healer too

through the magical eye
of the camera .. your spectral soul
stealer too..

Man has mystically evolved

through mind
intellect myriad
problems he has
solved ..a kindred
spirit disembodied
he has involved
in the tryst with
his destiny others
he has reformed

this is for randall my friend montreal..

i force pictures on the soul of my poetry

from behind
the celestial
chaos of my
mystic mind
i shoot hope
i shoot mankind
i am partially
blind.. my
invasive faith to
my freedom
within the
silence of
my soul
a poetic pause
entwined ..

my humble wife tells me why do i shoot the same things year after year

nod my head
i pretend
i dont hear
i shoot moments
as they change
like seasons
i shoot blood
sweat and tears
i shoot inner pain
i shoot my fears
i shoot the palpitations
of my heart beats ..
as images i smear
beneath the crust
a thought above it
a pictorial veneer ..

The Kashmiri Migrant Begs On The Streets Of Mumbai

please take back your
words of getting meals
for one rupee .. if that
was the case he would
not be begging here
in mumbai..away from
his beloved valley
living as beggars
at bandra east pipeline
a meaningless existence
of pain penury ..adding
insult to injury

The Life Of The Muslim Beggar Does Not Change

all over the muslim world
muslims are busy killing
muslims continuously
muscle power imperialistic
hegemony ..petro powered
by the sheiks of saudi..
americans israelis ,,
keeping a house divided
is more important
with sectarian strife hate
tears on the soul of humanity
peace brotherhood has lost
its path meaning ..completely
suicide bombs terrorism
the new islam created
by the so called jehaddis
killing the unborn child
of hope in its mothers womb
before it is born dies tragically