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India Is More Beautiful Than a Dream


My Flickr Stats on 29 October 2014 is 200813

I thank all on the cyberspace  that came and saw this small window to My India .. a window of street pain , a window of culture , a window for respect reverence for all religion faith the true tapestry of Tolerance ..which is True India.

An India that is for all Indians beyond color caste and creed .. an India that ushers words of Humanity for all who touch it Devo Atithi Bhava.. Guest is God ,, The Viewer the Reader s God too.

Once upon a time I should mention my photo stream used t get hordes of people touching it simply because they wanted to see the World of Hijras I shot , and my Hijra set was not for voyeurism titillation or sexual leering, I locked it up completely as a few Flickr members blatantly began posting my hijra pictures on their Flickr photostream, and Yahoo Copyright did not Help at all.. and the lousy spaceball tool even a child can hack into your pictures , watermark I will never put to deface the soul of my Photography..

So I disabled my Hijra pictures , my Gay P…

Chhat Puja 2014 Juhu Beach

This evening I took my American friend Boaz to shoot the Chhat Puja  at Juhu Beach , we set out  from Lucky Hotel and before we reached the beach  I spotted a devotee of the Sun God doing Jan Pranam from the road all the way to the sea so we left the rick and began shooting him..

This set has taken a lot of time to upload as there was some problem with my memory card and I took a nap as it was uploading.

I have been shooting the Chhat Puja for many years now and have tried not to miss it this is my humble tribute to the Bihari spirit  of Mumbai, the migrants and the residents with their roots in Bihar ,

And today for some strange reason the views on my Flickr images is over 181000 ..Thanks to everyone who has touched my photostream to see my India which is truly India beyond color caste or creed ,, I have tried to touch all religion with respect reverence and in good faith..

Photography is about sharing and I was happy I could bring my American friend Boaz a more astute , more passio…

The Camera Binds People Forever


My Flickr Stats Today 128581

till 10.10 pm.. 128581

thank you all in humility and gratitude

My Friend Boaz Is A Great Teacher


Dera Sacha Sauda - Touching The Heights

Dera Sacha Sauda (colloquially DSS) is a non-profit Social Welfare and Spiritual Organization, established in 1948, by the ascetic Mastana Balochistani, as a centre for spiritual learning. Its main centre is situated in Sirsa, Haryana, in the northern region of India. Dera Sacha Sauda preaches humanitarianism by practicing selfless service to others. There are supposedly more than 50 million people around the world who are faithful followers of this organization. Dera’s devotees learn to meditate and follow the principles laid down by Dera. The organisation has set a benchmark with several Guinness World Records in humanitarian, environmental and various other non-profit initiatives.[1][2][3][4]

The name Sacha Sauda ("true deeds") refers to an incident in the life of Guru Nanak Dev. Some sources tell that when Nanak Dev was a young boy, his father gave him some money and instructed him to conduct a business operation in order to make a profit and learn business skills. Nana…

The Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghat Upclose

Dhobi Ghat (Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghat) is a well known open air laundromat in Mumbai, India.[1] The washers, locally known as Dhobis, work in the open to wash the clothes from Mumbai's hotels and hospitals.

There are rows of open-air concrete wash pens, each fitted with its own flogging stone. Called the world's largest outdoor laundry, Dhobi Ghat is a very popular attraction among foreign tourists.

The word Dhobi Ghat is used all over India to refer to any place where many washers are present.

It is located next to Mahalaxmi railway station on the Western Railway's Saat Rasta roundabout. It can be easily seen from flyover bridge of Mahalaxmi station. [2]

A Bollywood movie of the same name, Dhobi Ghat, was released on 21 January, 2011 in India.[3]

In 2013, World Records India and World Amazing Records honoured World Record Certificate to Dhobi Kalyan & Audhyogik Vikas Co – op. Society Ltd[4]


dhobi ghat set flickr

Mr Boaz Retter Arrives In Mumbai... To Shoot Ashura

Mr Boaz Retter an American and a Flickr friend arrived in Mumbai  late night yesterday, and I asked him to come to my house and spend the night and would check him at a hotel in the morning .

In the morning really early we left to shoot the Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghats and  we shot the laundry down below the guy Maksood charged Rs 400 ,, to let us take images of the laundry and from here we left for Do Tanki I had to give my dagger for sharpening .

I left the dagger and told him I would pick it an hours time I took Boaz to Moghul Masjid Imamwada , Fotowat Imamiya Masjid and Amin all the Shis strongholds and than walked down Hazrat Imam Hussain Chowk , to the Dargah of Hazrat Abbas and to Kaisaer Bagh,

But prior to all this we had breakfast at the newly renovated Star of UP at Chor Bazar  we walked the lanes of Chor Bazar .

From there we went and shot the other lanes and headed back to Lucky Hotel .. lunch was pulao at my house and my grand daughters took turns  shooting Boaz..

And from Mumb…

On Her Blindness

the blind beggar
begs that she is a
muslim i need not
 stress.near nawab
masjid pydhonie
her address her
husband is blind
too in all fairness
two children with
vision that god
blessed ..
what is their future
what is the future
of their children
lets not take a guess
her children will be
begging too they
need food and dress
their life threadbare
nothing do they possess
living on the roads their
domesticity and progress
i steal souls of beggars
palm them off as poems
i must in humility confess

i am photo blogger ,not related to
the press .. i shoot simple pictures
simple stories of people living
under duress ..that time cruel
fate has oppressed ..their
silent feelings through images
i express ,,

Sir I Love Her But Her Fathers Hates Her A Lot

he says she is a curse
he would love to throttle
her neck it could be worse
why could you not give me
a son his voice abusive terse
so we beg on the roads while
he drinks robs money from my
purse gambles our lives dispersed
my fate accursed ..if it could be
reversed ..a pain perverse ..for
poor people like us ..fallen angels
of the universe ..our dreams like
bubbles burst ,,,

Zindagi Tere Nam Pe Rona Aya

raste pe banke
 khilona aya
na tan pe kapda
na bichona aya
majme main rehkar
apne ap ko akela paya
kabhi main kabhi
mera saya
jab jab khabon main
maine udna chahah
zamin par girke
phir na uth paya

Yes We Make In India

our labor force
in the construction
industry in workshops
dhabbas restaurants
in embroidery workshops
in carpet industries working
away their woes.. morning
night long hours on their toes
if they feel drowsy fall asleep
given hard blows ,a river of
remorse evil corruption its
source ,,for the child enslaved
bonded all doors closed ,,

dedicated to our erstwhile PM...
story of a trampled rose

The Humility of The Self Made Tailor of Bandra Bazar Road

Ever since I was a child the only profession that has been part of our lives has been tailoring ,,my fathers family were rich vinegar merchants but he opted for tailoring and master cutting.

He very much wanted me to get into this family trade but somehow my heart was not a bit into tailoring , I was a questioning child and my dad short tempered hated to give answers so the measuring curved scale was his reply .. I decided tailoring was not my cup of tea.. but somehow God pushes you towards what you hate and I opted for tailoring in the end , after a stint selling washing machines , air conditioners at Muttrah Muscat with Dr Hamed Al Riyamis Tecodev in the 80s did not get me anywhere .. I also tried to sell textiles at Ruwi with Al Anwar Stores at Ruwi Muscat but called it a day ,,

Came back to Mumbai and took up tailoring ,, and so this tailor down the road made me think of myself in his place ..but even that was not to be I became a high end Darzi,, I dont like to be called a styli…

The Naked Truth of Life

they call us beggars
we are the true
untouchables for
all to see we are
the last surviving
frontiers of humanity
we beg at traffic signals
running bravely behind
cars bikers autos and taxis
when the red light comes on
we demand a toll fee we plead
we cajole we cry we imitate
the mother of poverty ,,a few
coins our hope is set free
some old horny old farts
touch us inappropriately
we live we die not for shame
but for money money is our
god with which we pay the cops
the crooked system finally ,,
homeless in the rains under
bus shelters we live happily

Two Bare Backs

one beautiful
stylish on track
the other dark
brown minus
six packs ,,
hunger the
essence of
the poor
for leftovers
some hope
like a needle
in a haystack

life on the street of the doomed and their worldly setbacks,,

Once Upon A Time At The Turner Road Traffic Signal They Begged

The most iconic beggar and hijra signal was this signal and in between these two lot were the North Indian Bhaiyya fruit sellers .
This was a very important traffic signal because it connected Bandras two main shopping hubs Linking Road to Hill Road..

And because of dinning joints fastfood joints and the jewelry shops this was a signal the beggars and the hijras made good money ,,

It is almost deserted now the Hijras moved away the survivors of this beggar group now beg near the Pamposh Linking Road signal.

I shot this group extensively ,and even now after so many years they recognize as the only man who shot them , their smiles their laughter , their tears ,.

The stepfathers would burn them break their hands to get in more money and I gave them money tried to help them but they found safety in their own group, the cruel stepfather was better than the cops or being caught sent to the beggars home ,,

Life was tough and they had seen money so going back to their hometown was missing ou…

Happy New Year

street urchin
what are his
dreams this
year begging
on the streets
is he a runaway
life tough austere
soon like the others
i shot he too will
disappear who really
cares about them
a thought unclear
two faced society
has no time for them
it shows insensitive
veneer is he dreaming
of a jesus who will
appear hold his hand
feed him touch him
heal him hear him
cheer him being
human is more
important than
simply being sincere
but sadly our child
is in the hands of
a racketeer an evil
devious puppeteer

a little life gone out of gear

two humble photographers of the world


My Flickr Stats On 26 October 89998 in Humility And Gratitude

We all want the world
in our pictures to be seen
though my backyard
sadly even with a BJP MP
MLA too is the filthiest
horrendously  dirtiest unclean
potholed unhygienic through
my pictures you have seen
umpteen shot by my grand daughters
marziya and nerjis not yet in their teens
swach bandra bazar is impossible
unless of course if the PM comes
to clean a message to all
where you live the area you
should not demean ,,
keep it neat evergreen.

the next corporator from my area
will also be from BJP as the congress
took us for granted has finally lost
its sheen netas that only during
election time were seen my poem
my paean nobody ever had the guts
to ask them sir madam 15 long
years .. tell us where have you been
what have you done besides sending
out brochures that were read by
aging stars of the silver screen..

gosh what a change of scene ,,markets
without even a ladies latrine ,,for them
sadly everything was routine ,,we just
hope the new lot makes Bandra pristine
comfortable slum fre…

East Meets West

flatless phenomena
padded bras
stuffed smoothly on her chest
mini skirt uncovering her rest
while they in sarees
thoughts abreast
do protest
take this window mannequin
to test  east meets west
toss a coin
to find out who is best
birds of a feather
flock together
lay eggs in someone else s nest
a metaphoric mindlessness on request

Did God Deliberately Makes Us Black And White

or was it his dark humor
or did he create humanity
partly in the day  partly
in the night or was god
suffering from poor eyesight
or was he satirizing the flaws
that would enter the soul of man
making him a bigot dependent
on his color beginning of a fight
dividing humanity to an eternal
plight ..what is wrong what is
right as a beggar poet i shot
a moment elusively in flight
 my camera vision holding
my sense of poetry despite
painted with spectral light

The Muslim Man Waits For His Death

his children
his grandchildren
they radicalized
instilled venomous
hate for others
they killed his
heritage of peace
brotherhood in
which he had
pride ..he left
his home became
a vagrant his hope
had died,, now he
awaits his own death
totally deprived ,,
he wonders whether
it is better to be dead
or better to be alive

only time will tell if he will survive

Making Irani Chai At Mogul Masjid Irani Mosque

the irani chai
adds to your spiritual zest
after the majlis this chai is
best no more stress
brewed for long hours
with majestic flavor be my
guest sip it you will be
highly impressed ..the
aroma the nostalgia of
lingering moments time
at rest .in memory of the
greatest martyr imam hussain
a heartbeat held within a
shias chest  as he cries for
karbala the land of salvation
human awakening that god
has blessed indomitable spirit
that is hope for all oppressed

The Bull From Pandharpur

The Vitthal of Pandharpur is undoubtedly the premier deity of Maharashtra. It is, perhaps, the greatest centre of attraction for the masses as far as the spiritual field goes. The enormity of the influence Vitthal and the Varkari Sampradava have exercised over the life of the Marathi people becomes obvious even from cursory glimpses of some of the very broad aspects of our cultural life.The huge crowds that accompany the palanquins of the various saints to Pandharpur provide a visible symbol of this popularity. A great mass of Marathi literature of the pre British period is devoted to the praise and prayer of Vithoba and the propagation of the Varkaricult. Perhaps more important and significant is the fact that some of the most enlightened minds of Maharashtra have merged themselves completely in the devotion-Bhakti-of Vitthal. Lastly, the sect has attracted for the last thousand years people belonging to various castes and communities, from various professions and callings, from the…

The Blind Man Does Not Curse The Darkness

nor does he curse those
who created this mess
he has no political affiliation
with BJP or the sanctimoniously
secular Congress he is a blind
Muslim and Indian national
in traditional dress a tattered
kurta pajama a many holed vest
Muslim society hardly has time
a society that has regressed
building madrsas mosques
their only outward spiritual quest
changing poor peoples life or
rehabilitation does not serve
their collective interest always
claiming to be the underdogs
victimized a few live in their
own country as guests ..this
blind man stands on his two feet
begs for a living making use
of darkness to seek light within
his soul i guess self dependent
i must stress .. blind man god bless

to my friend devi

Moharam is a Protest Against The Killers of Imam Hussain

They call us Kafir
Rafidi they mock
they jeer ,,

Yes We Are Shias
Yes We Are Shias

Hussain is Humanity
A thought to us dear

1400 year old protest
against misplaced jehad
they did not hear ..through
our blood we made it clear

Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
A Chant That Brings
Karbala  near ..we
are the blessings of
a Mothers Tears ..

Yes We Are Shias
Yes We Are Shias

The Muslim Woman Of India Lost In Transit

at the railway station
she sits waiting for
the train of hope
confused out of
her wits what is
her fate she
about it
will her parents
push her into
marriage with
an old man
or some dimwit
will she be forced
to suffer or will it
be a triple talaq
a thought that hits
convulsive fits
she hides herself
fearing the worst
every bit uneducated
illiterate a burden
a liability to her
woman's fate
she will

male dominated muslim society will never change for the better ..bullshit ..thanks to fatwas and the mullahs writ

The Surrogate Mother

a rented child on her waist
begging running behind cars
in oxymoron haste motherhood
misplaced beggar children bandra
based turner road traffic signal
children barefaced searching for
hope a peaceful place by gods
grace society two faced hates
photographers who shoot beggars
call it a disgrace giving a bad name
to the country truth does not pay
beggars that empower charity
beggars everywhere ,, here and there
caught in a vortex of pain beggars
inhumanly ensnared .. beggars are
commodity aftermath of your prayers

The Tree Of Life ..

Once many years back I had my workspace close to the Bandra Turner Road Traffic signal and as I walked to work I would shoot these kids who begged at this high end traffic signal , this signal was very strategic and important as it connects two shopping hubs of Bandra .. Linking road to Bandra Hill Road via Waterfield Road , and this signal was on a crossroad to connecting Turner Road.

I would pay money to these kids or buy them breakfast and because of my attire my look these kids would call me Shaktiman name of a character in a TV serial.. they were highly imaginative kids ,, they gave a tough competition too the Hijras that begged at this signal too..and they harassed the hijras clapping their hands ..gesturing at them abusively .

The parents of these kids would sit near the signal keeping an eye on them and gambling away whatever money the kids bought in .. most of the kids were made to beg in their birthday suits , and whatever clothes good people gave them were sold and the nak…

Imposing Cat On A Burning Floor

"SIR: Poseyal : KNIGHT of the DESPOSYNI  Pro User  says:

glad we are friends
so how much for you to print me a 11x14 of this and ship it o me with a poem?

he is
basking in the sun
 out of door
he has finished
his domestic
imposing cat
on a burning floor
dreaming of
his cousin
in new orleans
across the shore
on wings of fancy
he loves to soar
his poetic heart
on the soul
of friendship
he loves to pour
selling spaces
of the mind
without brochure
pain of living
to endure
prevention is better
there is no cure
anthony posey
good friend
brother poet
you cant ignore
taking him
on a mumbai

30March 2010

I Sometimes Fail To Understand How God Could Create People in His Image

After I had shot him several years back at Mount Marys back steps I never saw him again .

And these are nameless beggars I shot impulsively , I shot them because their lives will never change , they will be begging from one day to the next ,, will there be a ministry of beggars homeless destitute ,, Never .

Beggars are part of our piety , we need beggars to blackmail God who created them , we give alms and hope to get an account of every coin we give ,,this is how I see it ,

I know of people rich who gave away everything and became beggars themselves .. living among beggars and watching the vagaries of the rich man from the poor mans end.

The largest number of beggars I saw at Ajmer Urus seeking alms in the name of the Sufi Saint Khwaja Garib Nawab , his very name suggest the The Holy Saint Of The Poor.

I have begged at the Kumbh with my Naga Sadhu Guru and it is a unique feeling devoid of that egoistic Self ,, eating leftovers as he took me from door to door to beg ,,that was my les…

Appu My Best Friend

I am a storyteller and all my stories are pictures of people I shot as they touched me on my journey of Life that I call poetry of Life .

I met Appu this piece of human torso without hands or legs at Chor Bazar many years back . and we became friends I shot him on my trips every Friday at Chor Bazar and he was an iconic beggar a landmark so to speak,

Than in 2008 I took my American friend Dr Glenn Losack to Mahim and he was stupefied by Appu , Appu touched him perhaps like no beggar did and Appu does not plead and beg like other beggars  he sits silently you offer him something he accepts humbly.

Than Appu met my  granddaughter Marziya Shakir she was about 15 month old and Marziya till date has never forgotten him .. I have not seen Appu for two years now ..I searched for him at his old haunts but no luck.

Appu is from Assam he is a Muslim but I never asked him how he lost his hands or legs ,, I shoot pictures  you fill in the blanks ,,Appu is a photo set at my Flickr photo stream, A…

Lord Shiva At The Chor Bazar Flea Market

At Chor Bazar a lot of old religious photos , frames posters are available on sale sourced by the Gujrati Vagri community from old houses , old shops etc.. all this is than sold to Chor Bazar dealers who buy old stuff ,

This was a poster and I liked it immensely Lord Shivas youth , his posture and Goddess Parvati watching him coyly from a distance .,,
Once upon a time I bought a lot of old classics , rare books from Chor Bazar including old cameras I had 275 old camera and as I could not manage them and times were bad I sold it to a fried for peanuts.

I still have the old books , old negatives , slides and prints that wife wants me to dispose off but I am still holding on to them..

Chor Bazar was a Nasha , a high I visited every Friiday come what may and than one day I suddenly stropped its been over 8 to 9 years now ..

Along with Chor Bazar I visited the Kamatipura Friday flea market haven't been there since ages now ..

Every picture has a tale to tell

Barbers Are Holistic Healers Too..

I have been shooting street barbers , barbers on the move who cut your hair , and move on to the next client on the street ..they lead a tough life searching for clients among the poor and the working labor class .

This was shot at Kamatipura close to the redlight area ..the brothel lanes of Mumbai city .

He has has stall close to a tea shop , so he gets good work and takes part in the gossip of  his clients and tea drinkers .

People hardly shoot these street barbers who do a great service to society and their contribution to the poor class is immense to say the least , most of these barbers also do circumcision and mundan or religious tonsure ,

Bathing On The Streets Is A Luxury When The Municipal Pipe Bursts

getting rid
of heat humidity
dust scorching
mumbai weather
bad to worse
street urchins
the poor in the
slums get to
quench their
thirst shot from
a cab in which
i traversed
at a traffic signal
my camera reached
there first,,

Who Will Save These Little Girls From Vultures of Society

These are scavenger girls , who used to pick up odds ends refuse at Chor Bazar the Market of Thieves .

Metal parts , other stuff that they sell and get money , I never saw these girls again but than I stopped going to Chor Bazar  completely or every Friday I would go to Chor Bazar to pick up old cameras old books and antique jewelry and shoot the surroundings ,

Like these girls there are also little boys who work as scavengers but soon get into drugs and sniffing polish and its a sad fall..

And who really cares about these kids not society that will soon shun them and force them with this alienation to become anti social elements , most of these young boys are pulled into drug peddling , stealing , pick pocketing..

Most of these kids are pushed into begging for the beggar mafia ,,

This one image really pulled at my guts when I shot it many years back at Chor Bazar.

Girls are more vulnerable as the flesh market of Foras Road Peela House Kamatipura and Shuklaji Street is a walking dist…

When Will Poor Muslims See Good Times

broken dreams
broken rhyme
begging on the
streets in guttered
grime children
living on mounds
of fetid slime
counting on
 hope in every
coin every dime
no education
no vocational
guidance kids
forced to commit
crimes waiting
eagerly for good
times while they
build new mosques
new madrsas bearded
men in noble robes
their thoughts sublime
shooting out fatwas
as pastime ..the poor
age fade away in their
prime a long upward
task a very steep climb

The Common Man Dreams ..On The Soul Of His Silence The Politician Schemes


Wanted Alive

when will
good times arrive
the common man
confused with
words politically
contrived who
will clean india
get rid of corruption
scams crooked leaders
if mother india has to
survive ,,or will dreams
before they are fulfilled
nosedive . another mantra
to be archived ..economy
good living a dead body
needs to be revived ..
we need to strive ..
high five ..

Maria The Leper Lady And Her Grand Daughter

Maria was a Hindu leper begging at Boran Road Bandra , her daughter Mary is a beggar too though I dont see any signs of leprosy on her , and the little girl is Mary's daughter , Mary has a son too both kids I am told are in an orphanage , I wont be surprised if Mary's daughter becomes a nun the Church needs volunteers from the poor to spread the message of Christ.

Maria and both Mary are coverts they became Christians . but has the conversion helped , I dont know they are both begging on the streets , perhaps the only saving grace is that Maria's grandchildren wont have to beg at all..

I have been documenting Marias life since many years , and ever since the monsoons set in Maria has left Mumbai , her sores her leprous condition gets worse her body parts start falling in the heavy rains .so Maria  has given her place to her daughter Mary who begs outside a Sunni Mosque dressed as a Muslim , with a head scarf and I pass her on my way to work , always inquiring about Maria.…

The Quintessential Ear Cleaners of Mumbai


The Children of a Lesser God Of Bandra


Muslim Society Is More Interested In the Vestal Virgins in Heaven Than Helping the Poor On Earth


Our Schools Teach Us Everything But Humanity

it is typically human nature
not to bother about the world
outside we have been conditioned
desensitized if a man was dying on
the roads of mumbai ..nobody would
bother about him take it in his stride
its the system that has corrupted our
insides we have no feelings of brotherhood
no compassion we are dead as we slide
down into an abyss by the wayside
humanity the essence of humanity
no more on our side .. we failed
we tried .. seeking in the wilderness
for a holistic healer our soul our guide

Children of a Lesser God


The Bawa of Bhendi Bazar

mystics are born
not made mystics
come disappear
memories dont
fade the mystic
of bhendi bazar
touched people
his personality
multitude of
dark shades
some looked
at him with awe
others were afraid
respect they paid
buying him cold drinks
food with a hope that
their lives he would
upgrade who was
the bawa of bhendi
bazar a madman
or a mystic who
lived from hand
to mouth knew
no trade ..

Hope is Only A Coin Away

they put their hands
in their pockets but
wont pay,,,giving
money to beggars
is not on their agenda
come what may
for every coin you
give for your family's
welfare goodwill
the beggar prays
on the depths of
misery is where
they stay ..
deprived of
school or
play ..
children of
a lesser god
made of clay
in their mothers
womb they
 were betrayed
childhood forgotten
childhood misplaced

Get The Fuck Off Dont Beg Here

says the man the owner of a shop
he is angry he says he will call the cops
the little child forced to beg by his parents
has to beg or he will be walloped ..on the
steps at mount mary on the top..surely
this is not a photo op ,, i shoot beggars
to promote their humanity beyond
caste color creed every year a new
crop ..clean india swach bharat
a nice thought  but beggary
with its deep entrenched roots
branches how does one stop

charity demands beggars
money the main prop ..

Swach Bharat Is A Distant Dream

to me as a sixty year
old fumbling man it seems
goondas in the parliament
political dons  corrupt cops
that connive scheme
can the pristine soul of
mother India be redeemed
battered beaten blue by
murderers criminals rapists
acid throwers molesters
wife beaters swach bharat
is  it just a political theme
cleaning the garbage dirt in
a mans soul should not
loose steam.. bringing the
hapless poor downtrodden
marginalized minorities
into the mainstream..

every Indian should take pledge
work solemnly on a single goal
as  a team not just daydream