Showing posts from May 29, 2014

The Muslim Beggar .. Bandra Compound Slums .

Of late my street shots are on my mobile phone Motorola G that was was gifted to me by my son.
Earlier I used the Blackberry curve but never shot pictures on it ,, hated shooting pictures on the mobile .. dont know why maybe I was too hung up on my DSLR's

I come here very often ,there are a lot of tailoring embroidery workshops here.

Lots of butcher shops , chicken shops and   this is a typical Muslim ghetto ,it has many tiny bylanes , pigeon hole for houses , gutter running outside the houses, kids shitting bathing women washing clothes you see it all here .

 From the lane where I shot my earlier slum pictures I walk straight ahead in the heart of the slums I will exit at Shastri Nagar slums that stretches till the railway tracks of Bandra west.

You walk out towards the Bandra bus depot , the Station Road Sunni Masjid and the Bandra Station.

So back to  my picture of the Muslim beggar ,this is a busy lane you enter all the main arteries of the Bandra Compound slums tiny dinghy p…

I Tried To Ask Myself Why I Shoot Beggars.,

silence replied
in muted echo less
cry..a tear dropped
a mournful sigh
as i live within
every captive
frame i shoot
i die ..

i cant shoot
blooming buds
blushing flowers
snow capped
i would
commit suicide
my pain within
the silhouette
of the beggar
i hide

“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou (/ˈmaɪ.ə ˈændʒəloʊ/;[1][2] born Marguerite Ann Johnson; April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American author and poet. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, and several books of poetry, and is credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning more than fifty years. She received dozens of awards and over thirty honorary doctoral degrees. Angelou is best known for her series of seven autobiographies, which focus on her childhood and early adult experiences. The first, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), tells of her life up to the age of seventeen, and brought her international recognition and acclaim.

She became a poet and writer after a series of occupations as a young adult, including fry cook, prostitute, night-club dancer and performer, cast-member of the opera Porgy and Bess, coordinator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, and journalist in Egypt and Ghana during the days of decolonization. She was an actor, …

it is not easy shooting the flaws of the human soul


Jab Khuda Ne Nahi Diya To Insaan Se Manga

ko fursat kahan
masjid banana zuroori hai
madrsa banana  zuroori hai
bhik mangna hamari mujboori hai
unki duniya khuda salamat rakhhe
hamme aur unme kafi doori hai

I Forced The Mind of My Camera To Shoot Muslim Beggars


Zindagi Ek Daraona Khab Hai - Talaq Talaq Talaq

chand paise deke
admi ko milta swab hai
bheek mangti mamta
ki to kismat kharab hai
kaisa sawal aur kaisa
 jawab hai
teen bar talaq kehke
ek nayi biwi
ek nayi shuruwat hai

Greetings From The Dark Side Of The Moon

'Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud' Maya Angelou

god in his mercy
his kindness
his benevolence
blessed me soon
i am lucky i was
like a few muslims
not born with a
silver spoon
i struggled through
my childhood womanhood
misplaced motherhood
held in the dark soul
of a cocoon
the child in my arms
is his boon ..
we beg with dignity
living on the edge
in a commune
happiness hope have
not touched us yet
darkness at dawn
our misfortune

the music of life
sans lyrics or tune

Beauty Never Dies - Kashmiri Beggars

This is the lot of the Kashmiri beggars , and here  beauty signifies the inner strength that keeps their hopes alive begging for food and victuals at the Bandra Bazar market..I shot this a poet , this is a poem of misplaced life, as it affects not only them but me too, its like walking on the shore spotting a fish that accidentally jumped on land and cant get back to her home in the waters..I see this but a fence protects me from moving forward.. the fence is lack of political will, the politician more busy with his intrigues , saving his seat rather than saving misplaced lives..

And this is Kashmiryat as it burns like sandal wood on the pyre of humanity..

I am not a filmmaker , I am not an activist but yes I shoot pain as I see it on the viewfinder of my cameras soul...and my attire is strange, and their smirks their child like curiosity seeing me and their footsteps hitting the streets of adversity..

An I shall shoot Kashmiri beggars to awaken the comatose soul of society in deep s…

Plight of The Kashmiri Beggars In Mumbai

I documented the Muslim beggars to showcase their lifes struggle , and it was the Muslim beggar that interested me as a photo blog, and in my pictures you will notice it is the Muslim woman her children begging the male link is missing ,,

I did once ask a young  Muslim beggar lady and she had 3 daughters from Andhra her husband was a tailor could not make ends meet so she begged coming to my workplace every Thursday..

But the story of the Kashmiri migrants is very strange , they beg , the male robust of good health with his wife children going from door to door ,and I documented them separately ,but as part of my Muslim beggar set at Flickr.

They have pretty cute young kids , also begging with their parents for alms food and clothing.

You also find them at Mahim begging during the Urus of Makhdhoom Shah Baba.

I have never talked to them , and they stay at the Bandra pipeline under very harsh sever conditions in makeshift tents , no toilet facility ..and imagine away from their belove…