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A Letter To My Guru Dronacharya Mr KG Maheshwariji ..

A Letter To My Guru Dronacharya Mr KG Maheshwariji .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Sir
Without kissing the dirt of your feet and rubbing it on my forehead I would have not become what I am today ,, I reiterate you taught me values you taught me somethings that are not photography and in a way I learnt everything you did not teach me .those things my parents bequeathed me .. they gave me a path luckily I met you on that path along with Mr Jatkar Mr Malushte and all that I imbibed I am now placing it in the open palms of my grand daughter ..

I taught my grand daughter that she was lucky, she sat played with the slum kids , I showed her the beggar world the world of hijras I showed her starvation , I showed her deformities sores and at that time hung on my waist she saw what I saw through the viewfinder .. today her vision is greater than mine and she will never be corrupted by camera club culture or by the breed of monsters of the camera club..

She wont be pollut…

I Am A Poor Mans Model.. They Enjoy Shooting Me On Visarjan Day

The Humble Photographers of Juhu Beach,,

पुढच्या वर्षी लवकर या

As A Child I Grew Up In A Church ,,

As A Child I Grew Up In A Church ,,, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

they never
influenced
me to give
up my god
my religion
or my faith
they never
proselytized
or white washed
my brain ..
i shoot jesus
as passionately
as i shoot my
roots embedded
in hussain
i shoot humanity
colors of all
religiosity i shoot
pain the useless
husk the edible
grain i could
never be a bigot
a beggar poet
i became ,,,
held captive
once i broke
all my chains
my backyard
my domain
the garbage
stinking
bandra bazar
aromatic
frenetic
back lanes

where since the time i voted for him the corporator has yet to come to list my grievance my complain..yes we are eunuchs we vote those to power ..because of their hollow promises the partys campaign..the open gutters the filthy road the bickering rains ..my bandra is slowly dying enchained to apathy neglect poetic disdain

fuck off...my dreams are my own...

fuck off...my dreams are my own..., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
i maybe
homeless
hungry
disease
prone
all alone
like you
i have
no money
just flesh
bones
no wallet
no mobile
phone
my life
fucked
all over
in muted
tones
no aadhar
no udhar
no ladies bar
drugged
stoned
i live on
society's
leftovers
the garbage
bin hears
my groans
i am the
master
of my destiny
my roadside
throne ,,,

they call me gardula drug addict ,,,once i was one of your own...on the streets that i stalk you had me thrown..

I Shoot My Cultural Inheritance As Passionately As I Shoot My Own Faith

I Shoot My Cultural Inheritance As Passionately As I Shoot My Own Faith, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
if i shot
pictures
to hurt you
your faith
than as a
indian
as a shia
born muslim
i would be
breaching
my mothers
pledge my
cosmic fate
follower
of truth
humanity
protected
all times
by ahle bayt
sometimes
i wonder
sadly why so
much sectarian
hate ..our destination one
through different gates

You Take Care Of Your Guru ,, Photography Takes Care Of Itself..

You Take Care Of Your Guru ,, Photography Takes Care Of Itself.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I used to press my gurus tired legs too.. simply because he made me stand on my two feet with a extra load of the camera ..thank you BW Jatkar Saab ,,, Om Shanti Om

Ramlila is 100% Team Work

Our World Would Be Dull Drab Colorless Without Amateur Photographers

I Try To Shoot What Others Cant See

I Started Out With A Nikon - I Am Now A Canon User

I Was Playing My Part As Photographer At Ramlila

The Ramlila ,, Preparation

I spent hours understanding all the minds of ravan - till we became good friends

Ravan

Ravan, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Ravan

Ravan, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Learning Photography Is Watching Others Shoot Pictures ,,,And If You Shoot Them Lesson Stays On Forever

Ramlila Backstage A Path To Learning Good Photography

Satish Malavade Senior Photographer And My Press Guru

Once Upon A Time At Shivaji Park..I First Shot In Color , Now Desaturated Stark

Once Upon A Time At Shivaji Park..I First Shot In Color , Now Desaturated Stark, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
i learnt
photography
watching
others
as they
shot ,,
i stood
in a corner
silent pin
drop ..
while they
aimed
i did not
stop
every venue
a studio
a workshop
camera by
itself does
not shoot
pictures
fuk f stops

Media Photographers Shoot Pictures Bloggers Restore Them Back As Memories

Media Photographers Shoot Pictures Bloggers Restore Them Back As Memories, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

bloggers
are nuisance
getting in
their way
they think
they with
their fancy shiny
shimmery lenses
heavy duty camera
that go khat a khat
camera and body
in sync ,..mind
out on a blink
a blogger shoots
single frame
later one picture
becomes a thousand
links .. fuk f stops
oh photography
where is thy sting

Ravan Khush Hua

Ravan Khush Hua, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. mere sar par
hath rakhkar
ravan bahut
khush hua
jai shankar ki
bol kar dil
se di dua
tera kalyan ho
sada sukhiraho
om namash shiva
shiv ki shakti ne
mere rom rom
ko chuha
karma dharma
mansikta ka kua

Satish Malavade Shoots Ravan And I Shoot Them Both

Ravan..

Ravan.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Sita Ma

Sita Ma, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Sita (also spelled Seeta or Seetha Hindustani pronunciation: [sītā], About this sound listen (help·info) meaning "furrow") is the central female character of the Hindu epic Ramayana.[1][2] She is the consort of the Hindu god Rama (avatar of Vishnu) and is an avatar of Lakshmi, goddess of wealth and wife of Vishnu. She is esteemed as a standard-setter for wifely and womanly virtues for all Hindu women.[3] Sita is known for her dedication, self-sacrifice, courage and purity.
Sita is described as the daughter of the earth goddess Bhūmi and the adopted daughter of King Janaka of Mithila and Queen Sunayna. In her youth, she marries Rama, the prince of Ayodhya. Soon after her marriage, she is forced into exile with her husband and brother-in-law Lakshmana. While in exile, the trio settle in the Dandaka forest, from where she is abducted by the Ravana, Rakshasa King of Lanka. She is impr…

I Accidentally Became A Poet Through Pictures I Shot

I Accidentally Became A Poet Through Pictures I Shot, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
a camera
held in my
hands
a cascade
of words
it bought
capturing
my restless
angst in
a cosmic
plot ,,
deleted
doomed
the agony
of falling
in love
an emptiness '
of body mind
soul is all
i got
entrapped
again at
the very
same spot