When a man cannot put up a fight , when his world crashes , when he loses it all , the earth beneath his feet slides away than comes the pain of unliving ..
Begging is not easy as one thinks it when the soul of self respect is usurped snatched away leaving behind the fleshy husk at the mercy of nature and its surroundings.
A lot of beggars I shot have disappeared into oblivion , most of them afraid of the last breath of life take to drinking and a hooch joint close to my house and the garbage dump and this wall is soul searching ones dreams.
This guy had artificial legs drank hollered but was once said to be from an affluent family ..he begged at the bazar and the drug addicts robbed his artificial leg , he was left on a mound with stumps..
I shot him a lot , as this was in front of my old workplaces .. here too I was visited by hijra impostors beggars dressed as women with one eunuch in their group to add to their impersonation..
And Bandra Bazar road the market area is the ugliest place thanks to the Cong satraps who neglected this place completely and are paying the price of their political inaccessibility arrogance and conceit and they will disappear from the Indian road map if they do not reconnect with the public..
Blaming the leaders on the top for their defeat is an eyewash, it was these guys our local representatives who lost track of reality , they kept their sycophants and chamchas who took the general public for a ride..
Sadly Mr Sunil Dutts hard work legacy has been lost forever ..he touched us all he was kind considerate human , he knew the pulse of the people of Bandra riding his cycle he stopped at the Bazar talked to the shopkeepers the vendors the residents something none of his successors could ever do.. it would have soiled their clothes and Gucci keds as our Bazar is muck filth personified.
I used to altar Mr Sunil Dutt Saabs clothes , he would call me to his office and smilingly interact, he would write personal notes to us he was the spirit of hope that wont ever come back again,
He came to our weddings , deaths in our family and stood by us solidly , the greatest insult to his wife is naming the filthiest dirtiest slum as Nargis Dutt Nagar..
Yeh Bat Such Hai Is Bar Ya Agli Bar Janta Apko Maf Nahi Karegi .. and this is the reply to those who play vote bank politics , why dont the politicians keep a letter box in their constituencies where immediate private feedback can be given to them but they left us at the mercy of their henchmen..
And I write this without malice I am a traditional Congress voter but not anymore ..I use my vote to vote for a capable sound corrupt free candidate ..
So sometimes a sleeping beggar can let out a flow of emotions that were lying dormant ..such is the holistic anger of a blog in pain.
Yes I am confident Acche Din Anewale Hain if not for me at least for the Beggars who cant be choosers ..
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”
― Rumi
