I shot this in 2011.. but it could be 2012 2013 and even 2014 .
Nothing changes we as Indians hate change , it disturbs the quaint poetry of our distorted souls .
As a street photographer I shoot the underbelly of unforgotten unforgiving pain..it is cosmically laid out for me to shoot and God also knows I dont just shoot with my eye but with my camera too.
And I am drawn to Ajmer I have been broke but I made it to Ajmer once I sold my 80-200 2.8 lens to make this trip sounds ludicrously stupid ..so life works in strange when you are doomed to call yourself a beggar poet.
Street photography is the mother of picture making , the shot the timing the opportune alignment of a moment with the disembodied spirit.
And you should not what to shoot and what not to shoot I use my inner reflexes I dont even know why I shoot what I did not need to shoot but like this picture it comes back from the past craving to be seen and be read poetically . provided you read prose as poetry with your eyes closed.
My patron Peersaab Fakhru Miya always told me buy a small place live close to me and the truth of your silhouette , but I am a seaside urban insect I would die wither away without Mumbai so wherever I go I carry a bit of Mumbai with me and that is my camera cosmic eye , we give flow fluidity to a common street scene we uplift it from the street to your esteemed consciousness we shoot a picture you make it a street photography moment in your head .does it make sense .. senselessness is street photography..
Now I shoot the streets every time I step out of my house my humble mobile phone records the moment for me easily without inconvenience .
I could never blog without a picture it would be lifeless you have to read me through my picture it is the bookmark of my rapidly changing thoughts.
My grandchildren all three are not well virus fever , rains and I miss Nerjis s banter more than anything..she came just now with Marziya and said Grandpa I cant drink cold water I am not well I said Yes ,, but I can drink the water from the frig..I said no that is cold too...
So I gain wisdom from kids ,,sometimes crass stupidity becomes a wiser thought than the wise mans fumbling for truth..
My laptop is not well too , my son spent time to get it working and I am using my typing finger as though it is walking over embers of hot charcoal.
It will die without warning it did last night .
