the kids ecstatic burst crackers
to usher the moon of ramzan
howling cheering shouting
the beauty of the holy month
a month called ramzan
This is a picture of a grandchild trying to understand the complexities of human life on the streets and this is not about reciting Jack and Jill or Ba Ba Black Sheep , these were lessons tutorials in street photography ..
The mothers agony is hidden behind the veil , her misplaced motherhood , her starving womanhood ,,begging for victuals not just for herself her child but those at home ..Is she forced to Beg ,, God Alone knows I shoot dont ask questions I shoot puzzles you solve them at leisure .
These are my Bandra Blogs ,,and I am revisiting them adding another dimension , de saturating the color element adding austerity in terms of tonal values of life.
We will shoot the beggars this year too, beggar tears dont dry from one Ramzan to the next .. so from Ramzan in 2007 to Ramzan in 2014 there is not much change , the veil is the same only the face behind the veil has changed and another child in this Muslim Madonnas lap.
Maybe shooting beggars might one day soon after I am dead and gone will become a Fine Art ..when we shoot beggars we shoot the husk of life devoid of humanity ,,
The beggar lost his humanity the day he sat on the wayside to beg , every coin adds to his shame , his deficiency his cosmic chaos ,,however in this case it is Misplaced Motherhood her tears her wares her goods ,, her child flesh of her flesh .. a pain nobody understood ,,
Ramzan Mubarak.. to all of you ,,
