Māri (Tamil: மாரி), also known as Mariamman (Tamil: மாரியம்மன்) and Mariaai (Marathi: मरी आई), both meaning "Mother Mari", spelt also Maariamma (Tamil: மாரியம்மா), or simply Amman or Aatha (Tamil: அம்மன், "mother") is the South Indian Hindu goddess who can take away any kind of illness and a fertitility goddess. She is the main South Indian mother goddess, predominant in the rural areas of Tamil Nadu, Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh and Maharashtra. Māri is closely associated with the Hindu goddesses Parvati[clarification needed] and Durga[clarification needed] . Goddess Mariamman and Goddess Kali are closely associated with each other. But , it does not mean that they are the same . They are two different goddesses[clarification needed] Festivities for her happen during the late summer, early autumm season of "Aadi". Throughout the deccan region, grand festival kn…
My India Is Different From Yours .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. rituals customs traditions pain remorse my india is not taj mahal agra ..red fort but a pause in the tear drop of a beggar child lying on the floor hungry thirsty outdoors my india is beggars malangs lepers deformed humanity shouting hoarse my india is awakening of the spirit wingless off course my india is mysticism sufism shiasm hinduism as it was a world without wars learning ilm knowledge as its source .
This piercing is very tough , much tougher than piercing the cheeks with the 21 feet steel rods , first ash is put on the back to desensitize pain , it is ash with camphor,, than two marks are made on the back where the hooks will be inserted ..
The hooks are pushed into butter or inserted into aloevera for smooth lubrication .. the devotee is asked to put a lime in his mouth to reduce the pain..and it takes 4 to 5 guys to insert one hook and than the other hook , now the human horse of Goddess Marriammen is ready to pull a car tempo or a rickhsha or a heavy basket of coconuts with the hooks attached to them with a nyolon rope and thus barefeet they cover the distance from the beach road back to the Marriammen Temple Macchimar Colony Mahim..via the St Michael Church Mori road ..
And greatness comes from humility and Marc De Clercq my friend my Malang brother is a sensitive responsive street and fine art photographer a heady amalgam..mind beyond matter.
We have been close friends since 2005 and have traveled a vast distance of thought , he loves India and Indians love him .. my family loves him and my grand daughter Marziya adores him , he is our extended family like my other American brother Glenn Losack ..mind doctor great street photographer.. both are holistic healers .. both shoot differently ..
Both were at the Maha Kumbh , though I missed Glenn he was in Mumbai after shooting the inaugural ceremony ..I was there with Marc shooting the Shahi Snan procession Basant Panchami but I was very close to the Naga Sadhus as I lived in Sector 4 with my Naga Guru Juna Akhada..
Marc and I were at Makanpur documenting The Dam Madar Malangs of…
you shoot sharp curves i shoot blurred lines your world my world dont align we meet on crossroads online ..you shoot vision i shoot the divine ..occult possession supernatural man and god entwined a demarcation line i try to find ...i shoot into the sun you shoot from behind you shoot with a eye i shoot blind
i shoot pain poor people homeless mankind the androgynous anomalous part man part woman ardh nari nareshwar undefined lord irawan ma bhaichura her children maligned captive souls enshrined
my barefeet in a river of blood carelessly outlined ... he generously designed . a beggar poet words pictures matter mind combustible combined
The Marriammen feast begins with the slaughter of the goats , and they are washed , placed in front of the doors of the temple ,the drums beat , and the goat begins to shiver and dance , it knows it is going to be slaughtered , but there has to be a sign from the Goddess , people wait for that sign and the head priest too and the sign comes in a flash , and before you can bat your eyelid the butcher has chopped its head with one stroke and more possession people go in a trance..
This was shot in 2010 , and I remember every frame , perhaps because I shoot barefeet , pictures embedded on my soul.. on one end and the burning pain as the tar touched my soles.. crossing the road with the procession from the Marriammen Temple to the Mahim beach was unbearable ..but on the beach the sand calmed the feet .. and I shoot on a empty stomach, no food no victuals no water ,, my friend Marc De Clercq and some of his friends were here too fascinated with all this recording it on their cameras.
This is the crux of my photography , I shoot the other side , the dark side of the moon.. I went into a trance myself falling on my face with my camera.. but nothing happens I become one with the people I shoot and my surroundings ,.. and it was in 2011 that I became a mystic a Malang along with Marc at Ajmer we both were initiated as Dam Madar Malangs ,,
India has always been a land of villages and in the context of village life the most important and powerful divine presence is the gramadevata, a deity identified with the village. A village may have several gramadevatas, each with its own function. Village deities are more numerous than Indian villages, though some are known throughout a region and one of these is the goddess Mariamman (Also called Mari, Mariamma, Maryamman. In the Puranas she is known as Marika.) who has devotees all over South India. The village belongs to the goddess. Theologically she was there before the village and in fact she created it. Sometimes she is represented only by a head on the soil, indicating her body is the village and she is rooted in the soil of the village. The villagers live inside or upon the body of the goddess. The g…
The drummer instead of beating the drum scratches the surface with his stick which produces an ear shattering effect , and it is like funereal drone and with each increase in crescendo , the women who are now possessed by the devi or goddess behave in a way that is truly abnormal..they are not here they are not there , they are on a different planet of the mind.
When they are totally out of control the priest pulls them by the hair and swipes holy ash or places a lime under their feet.
They calm down and are still in a state of shock.
This lady in the picture showed all the characteristics of Goddess Kali..
I was just a feet away from them and the entire venue was charged with the spirit of this event..
This is what I like to shoot and some of the ladies would charge in to beat their head on the state of Nandi the Bull,, but were held back before any damage could be caused.
I must confess I missed shooting the Marriammen Sion Koliwada feast , this has the largest number of hijras in attendance and a hijra used to pierce his cheeks , the pictures of the hijras and the hijra piercing I have completely removed from public view .. I have over 20000 images old new of the hijra community that only I can see ...Indians sorry to say are not mature enough for the hijra documentary their life their struggle , they only see them as objects of sexual desire and I do no t want my pictures to fall in tha…