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Bandra Bazar Road...

This is the rustic part of Bandra also known as  gaothan, once a predominantly East India commune of fisher folks ..and much of this land  surrounding areas belonged to the once famous De Monte family that is why the lane ahead is called
De Monte street .. our first Bandra house was here at De Monte Street .. we moved here after the riots from our pagdi Khar house at Danpada Khar Danda.

This is a very peaceful area quiet  and tranquil. Nothing has changed here , the crosses , that mark this East Indian pride ..they still have Novenas here and most of the time this peace has been disturbed by those representing the law wanting to demolish the ancient heritage crosses so this time I am sure even the Christian community went for change and development .

This sadly is the most neglected part of Bandra the so called Queen of the Suburbs.

I am taking a break from beggars I must have depressed you all quiet a bit..but as I blog my backyard the beggars become a vital part of the road map of …

Bandra Bazar Road...Has Become A Commode

thanks to our elected  representatives
bandra bazar road resonates explodes
the filthiest area dirtiest surroundings ..
neglect apathy ..open gutters overflow
the bandra bazar cries ..curses for being
given this step motherly treatment with
head bowed its east indian humility its
gaothan heritage overshadowed a pain
that resides within ancient houses portico-ed ..once god lived here fled forever
for his crosses being demolished ..his pain
still echoes ..lost illusions like never before

Ab Kaun Banega Scapegoat ..

after the elections
the drubbing colossal defeat
various heads angry for having
lost their deposits their old seats
under the high command convulsively
meet ..the fans whirling above sweaty
faces downbeat .hurling abuses
at those turncoats rebels those
undercover cheats ..kaun babega bakra
they all get cold feet ..agli bar an abusive
word to their ears or even acche din
ayenge they dare not repeat ..

janta maf nahi karegi...they look at each other a campaign the last nail in their
coffins circle complete ..accidentally
a child offered a toffee to the neta he
went virulent threw it at the childs feet

our political scenario words you spew
words you swallow words you are forced
to eat..you fell because of your arrogance
your disconnect with the public your pride
your wallowing conceit ..

Let Your Left Hand Not Know What Your Right Hand Is Giving

Most of my beggar pictures are shot at Bandra , mostly during the two Eids , this was shot at Bakra Eid 2009..

And during Eid after the namaz the Muslim beggars and even other beggarsdressed with a head scarf and a hijab stand for alms I know they are not Muslims but on this day every thing is forgiven..

Necessity is the mother of Invention and wearing the Hijab to beg is no big deal nowadays the Hijab is used by criminals to rob and steal, and everyone thsart wears a hijab and sits on the rocks off Carter Road pursuing their sexual escapade are not just Muslims .

The Niqab is the finest example and less cumbersome and used by most girls when they are out with their Romeos .

But I guess I am digressing this is a beggar post and it is about the tragedy of being a beggar on the streets ..


During Eid we have beggars knocking our doors asking for alms food , and than we have the Muslim white collar beggars with fat receipt books asking for more money to build a mosque or a Madrsa in Utta…

The Muslim Beggar Shot By Marziya Shakir 2 and a Half Year Old

I told Marziya Shakir to shoot him , and what did she see , she saw what all of us have no time  to see  she saw a larger picture a vast canvas ,, she saw an old man product of Muslim society , a war veteran of life who lay injured bruised on the street side , waiting to be seen by someone..

He is a beggar and a few coins wont even    give him a decent lunch.. and I wish the Congress motormouths had seen all this ..but beyond their glorified cjamchas and sycophants they see nothing they did not even see defeat lurking nearby ,, and now they are not even left with toffess in their hands .

This is the dark side of Bandra where I live , the filthiest dirtiest area and mind you ministers of the Congress dont live here it is their extended vote bank ,.. further from where I stay are the larger vote banks of rad the names Rajeev Nagar Indiraji Nagar and the eponymous Nargis Dutt Nagar .. Nargis Dutt was Mother India mother of Sanjay Dutt Namrata and Priya Dutt our ex MP..a very clean hones…

This World Is Very Cruel I Know It For A Fact

What I am going to tell you on this hot humid Sunday might sound highly unbelievable ,but this world is rotten .
Once you have the urge of making money by hook or by crook than nothing stands in the way , not even human values ,.

I used to see a man who looked like a drunkard begging with a child with a burnt leg and a prescription , demanding money at the Sahiban circle Pali Road Turner Road junction ..I got out of my ricksha and told him this was cruelty , he ran away but such is the state of beggary where the child is the victim or the means for making money .

This child I shot at Dongri has a badly burnt leg I dont know the story behind it nor do I ask , but anything is possible in the beggar world in most cases run by the Beggar Mafia.

Little kids are exploited by their parents guardians , beaten burnt made to beg at traffic signals ..and a lot of sexual abuse too I am sad and the kids have no escape.

I use my camera and try to reach out those dark areas but I cant do more than …

God Give Me Death Instead

i am the living dead
my pain you see
you have read
thanks to your
bounty  victuals
i am fed .
i beg and earn
my bread
god i am tired
my flesh withering
my slowly dying soul
underfed ..i follow
where i am lead

to your mercy
i bow my head
a very young age
i was wed
 he robbed
me of my youth
my beauty he
stealthily fled

the poison that
he instilled in me
slowly spread
partly alive
partly dead

my blood
blackish red

Muslim Beggars Bandra Hill Road

I always carried my camera to work at my old workplace on Bandra Hill Road and I never had to stalk people I shoot they just appeared from nowhere .. and I captured them along with their souls .

I took as many shots the advantage of having a Flickr pro.. unlimited uploads ..

And I shot the streets and the Muslim beggars , it was this segment that I needed to showcase , the minority that even God does not appease let aside political parties ..

What is the future of these beggars who come from far flung suburbs to Bandra west ,,here alms food is guaranteed .

There are lot of generous folks out there ..
who help these beggars in cash and kind .

Will her daughter end up being a beggar too , this is the sad part of shooting beggars ..what is her future , early marriage and than what ?..

Who marries a beggar , and what can she give as dowry ..because a beggar who marries her will also ask for perks ..

Honestly I dont want to get into all these question answer sessions ,  that is why most o…

The World I Shoot Is Gloomy And Dark

lives hanging on a thread of despair
existence very stark...human puppets
trying to make their mark ..waiting
to disembark from a leaking noahs
ark..silence a code of their doomed
destiny pain their trademark