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I Dont Think You Need A Razor Like Vision To Shoot Barbers ,

ththis is the poetry
of the flesh
seduced by
the razor i saw
trembling skin
the pinch of the
barber as the
razor touches
a foamy moment
getting rid of
flaws ,,humble
man the bowed
head stiffening
of his jaws
a poetic
my tribute
to the selfless
north indian
bhaiyya barber
a migrant held
in fates claws
mayawati madam
built statues
parks but forgot
to create jobs
was the begiinning
end of her loss
father and son
a cosmic cycle
heartless gross
amit shah the new
hope of uttar pradesh
the satrap new boss
the barber bambaiyya
living his dreams
candy floss

carrying his burden
another mans cross

The Barbers Mirror Has Healing Properties

after the haircut he hands it over to you his art his workmanship you see on its mirrored wall are lines of your destiny your future your past present it holds the key it lets you be
myseries of your mind will never cease a look in the mirror you are healed of all disease the street barber for this additional service takes no fees rs 20 for a haircut rs 10 for a shave if you please street barbers promoting hope harmony peace
squatting on his bent knees .. a haircut a karmic catharsis release

my shooting barbers and not shooting what you like should no be held against me in a court of law even even if are bored shit and displeased ,,

Two Dreamers Shot By My Wife

My wife hates photography , it has usurped much of her happiness ,the obsessive fanatical nature of this hobby the cost of rolls , slides processing printing , and the cost of lens accessories and the Nikon F100 that I bought those days for Rs 75000 and when the film era died tragically of overdose I sold it to a friend for Rs 4500 with 1.4 prime lens ,,and than wife said like wives normally say had you bought me a gold necklace it would have appreciated in cost more than your camera ,, and we are incorrigible irreplaceable middle class.
And what haunts her most is all those thousands of negatives prints lying under our marital solace of a once bedbug infested bed ,,the bugs did not touch the sepulchral sanctity of my pictorial heritage ,,
And my collection of books that she tells me to sell.. a ad in OLX but no buyers ancient books all classics sourced from the various flea markets of Mumbai.
My wife can shoot pictures , and she uses Nerjis and Marziya as her benchmark instead of me , b…

The Barbers Pink Revolution And Why I Shoot Hindu Festivals Feasts

I shot this particular series at Banganga in 2011 and I have shot them like a fanatic , firstly as a street photographer they added a new dimension to expansive street vision , sea of barbers , and the religiosity attached to this Brahaminical ritual, this was a high caste Hindu the laymen it was merely a ritual on the eve of Navratra.. but for those who took part it meant bunking work, or for the working class North Indian , a loss of his days earnings , so he came here at dawn , got his act together , completed the tonsure and the immersion of the Pind offerings , Pind Dan , and if you wanted to leave Banganga well it was another crazy story jam packed buses , share a taxi fleecing the Bhaiyyas and ironically the taxi driver fleecing the Bhaiyya is a Bhaiyya himself.

I look like a Hindu, dress like one and till date those at Banganga take me for a Shiva Bhakt because of my tiger printed attire turban and exotica.

And I am happy at least as photographer I am showcasing my …