I Give Guided Tours Of Dirtiest Places In Bandra Online, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. this garden of bliss is close to the jain mandir you just cant miss it advertises coca cola as is where is an extension of bandra bazar road a place you cant dismiss heritage east indian legacy torn asunder gone amiss queen of the suburbs dirtiest princess dogs defecate goats come to piss.. bandra oh sandra sweet kiss
I shot this in 2010 while trying to walk the mountains of Taragadh barefeet Ajmer , and the cacophonous sounds of fighting beggars can be heard in my ears even today..shooting beggars in Ajmer is one of the most daunting task as some of them can be really aggressive and there is a local mafia at work in collusion with the authorities , every one has a marked territory you cant usurp the begging space of another beggar ..
And they come in hordes live on the streets near the hillock on the way to Taragadh.. and they are everywhere the beggars of Ajmer ..like you love shooting flowers mountains and getting a kick I shoot beggars I dont get a kick but I showcase their lives pathetic conditions at pilgrim sites ,,,they sustain themselves entire families ..
Beggars at Ajmer come from WBengal Assam and Uttar Pradesh Bihar ..maybe Gujrat too.. Ajmer is hope for the homeless the needy and the Holy Saint pr…
Namaste Ji Welcome For A Change, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. the saree looks outdated matronly they claimed as they cajoled her tempted her to buy a nice western dress designer label though indian by name a lovely gown a midi a bustier to accentuate her hour glass attractive shape comely frame , ,transform her to a diva a fashionista from a young dame ,,set her heart aflame but she walked away happy with her saree to a makeover she was not at all game better luck next time her choice you cant blame
Marziya Shakir Saw The World Of Beggars Through My Camera, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. she wondered quizzically why i shot what i shot no sunsets sunrise flowers chubby kids scenic spots it was beggars the homeless street urchins gender benders i shot somewhat the crumbling edifice of human pain the rot i shot dying hope on a bandra plot groveling begging pleading posturing where they squat my grand daughter without a camera captured their lot than when i handed her my camera she began to shoot exactly what i shot carried it forward to the dot..duplicating my original thought adding lines of alignment to street pain that i had forgot she shot humanly not like a trained robot..humble no not at all a hotshot..my lucky mascot marziya shakir 3 year old untaught
Rail View House Mahim, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. opposite the mahim station standing like a dream as time touches it moves away it seems. fastidiously flirtatiously losing steam rain heavy showers thunderstorms have not yet touched its beams sky scrapers towers rise in the air but i am here alive robust it screams
My Bandra Dies Every Day, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. it is not joggers park mount mary pali hill union park carter road turner road waterfield road it has a unique beauty of its own dilapidated heritage crumbling homes memories engraved in stone..a gaothan once east indian habitat its pride bandra bazar road open gutters a filthy stinking municipal market political neglect ..it bemoans they come during elections hands folded plastic smiles ..with their chamchas never alone after elections winning their throne they disappear for 5 long years .. not 'available even on phone callous calisthenics of franchise denuded democracy the only milestone .. my beloved bandra 'dying slowly ..excepting the areas where they live our areas unknown zones ..lucky those that lie at sea side cemetery as tears roll down the gravestone
From Colaba Bazar Road I Came To Bandra Bandra Bazar Road..., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. time and destiny uprooted my abode from one end of my city to another end i was towed ..ups downs upheavals life showed.. on the wings of karmic fate .. i rode a path overshadowed wrinkled hope gratuitously i mellowed..she led me by the nose i followed seeds of a new beginning in the queen of the suburbs i sowed.. haunting sorrow added..another chapter to life's episode ..
Ajmer Cap House, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. every type of muslim cap embroidered hand stitched even made of karakul hair chishtiya topi nepali topi all at the fair lucknowi rampuri faizabadi caps with style flair every type of cap you would want to wear come at urus time of khwajah garib nawaz of ajmer buy one take a spare even your old caps they will repair during election time it is gandhi topi they sell in pairs