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When You Shoot Pictures Make Sure That Even After 4 Years They Look Fresh

This lot that you have seen of my Ajmer pictures was shot in 2010 ,

This was divided into 3 segments .

Ajmer Urus 2010 was the main story board that accidentally I moderated so all the pictures could be seen by a Flickr member .. this was an oversight when I removed my Hijra  set of this series from public view for personal reasons .

1 Hijras at Ajmer 2010 was my documentary of the Hijras and their holisstic connection to Khwajah Garib Nawaz that I removed from public view as my picures wre being stolen by hijra lovels shitheads at Flickr .This is a long series as I am very close to the transgender community .

 2 Dam Madar Malangs  this was my second set within Ajmer Urus 2010

3 Chatti At Peersaa Fakhru Miyas House was the third one .

So now I am revising this complete trip in 2014 removing the restrictions that I put in place on my  2 and 3 sets..

And I am refreshing it all with new titles new thoughts and new hope.

That is why I prefer Flickr I use it  as my blog platform.. and fro…

The Vegetable Seller of Moti Katla Why I Shoot Her I Dont Know

she watches
me silently
wide eyed
year after year
when i come this
side . at moti katla
to shoot the hijras
time and tide i shoot
her sheer simplicity
her humility as against
the cosmetically made
up hijra pride ,,a great
divide .beneath the
vegetables that soon
will die lies a thought
even time cant hide
mortal beauty is
no ones guide .

it is the inner essence
that i shot in my stride

There Is A World Nobody Wants To See ,, I Shoot It Poetically

was this their
calumnious  destiny
to be born to beg
live desperately
is this humanity
enslaved children
chained to beggary
become mothers
before their time
a cycle that continues
eternally ,,they come
they disappear
with the winds of time
now to be seen on my
photo stream as a
painful memory ,,

let these children free

Stuck With A Beg Leg.. In Cosmic Captivity He Begs

I have known him for several years , he normally begged outside the Tata Parsi Agiary on Bandra Hill Road .
He always held his head up and kept a perpetual smile ,, and than he disappeared as most beggars in my when I saw him     at close to Almeida Park I was surprised ..but as I was in a hurry I gave him some money and rushed .

With the mobile phone comes one advantage I dont miss out on  the ' indecisive' moment..because in my case its the picture and not the picture quality that tells the story.

I had a problem with Khwajah the old beggar from Bandra on Eid Namaz , I dont know he was perhaps in a bad mood and was rude with me I met him at Boran Road and told him I dont shoot pictures to make money but to share their pain and when I told him I belonged to the Dam Madar Sufi order he was very apologetic.. I told him his behavior was not in keeping with the sanctity of his name , I think it was a case of bad hair day.

My Wife Threw Me Out ,, Said The Drunk

she locked up
the house took
the kids leaving
behind this junk
i was going to
office met some
friends got drunk
office i had bunked
i miss my kids alas
my life has shrunk

god fuck that bottle
of old monk
lies my dead soul
going going gone
totally sunk..pissed
out bevda skunk

Beggars Of Ajmer Bless Me You See

when I take their pictures
they tell me sir add a few
words of poetry it heals
us beautifully we only
want society to let us be
beggars mortgaged to
the dead soul of humanity .

He Asked Me To Bless Him

I told him in humility
that he was already
blessed the moment
he entered ajmer
we are all beggars
he gives even
when we dont ask
he cares .. every
morsel thus we
must share he
me unusual pair

i told him never judge a man by what he wears
i looked like a malang a bawa .. but within i was bare
my chunky rings my pendants my turban my long hair
he said to me  camere wale bawa ap toh ho nange pair
ham donon bhule bhatke . ham kaise ho sakte hain gair
yeh jeena kis kam ka he smiled . hussain ke bagair
we both beggars bound to a silken thread of ajmer

Shrine of Hazrat Data Gunj Bakhsh (Ali Hujwiri) Lahore

Abul Hassan Ali Ibn Usman al-Jullabi al-Hajvery al-Ghaznawi Full name Abul Hassan Ali Ibn Usman al-Jullabi al-Hajvery al-Ghaznawi

Abul Hassan Ali Ibn Usman al-Jullabi al-Hajvery al-Ghaznawi or Abul Hassan Ali Hajvery (Arabic: علی بن عثمان الجلابی الهجویری الغزنوی) (sometimes spelled Hujwiri), also known as Data Ganj Bakhsh (Persian/Urdu: داتا گنج بخش ) or Data Sahib, was a Persian Sufi saint and scholar during the 11th century. He significantly contributed to the spreading of Islam in South Asia.[1]

Born around 990 CE in Ghazni, Afghanistan during reign of the Ghaznavid Empire and died in Lahore (in present day Punjab, Pakistan) in 1077 CE. His most famous work is The Kashf Al Mahjub ("Unveiling the Veiled") written in Persian language. The work, which is one of the earliest and most respected treatises of Sufism, debates Sufi doctrines of the past.

Hujwiri belonged to the Junaidia school of Sufism, founded by Junaid Baghdadi, a major Sufi saint of Baghdad. Hajwiri is also …

The White Folks And The White Goat

busy in conversation
at the market square
as the music in praise
of khwajah blared ..
the white goat the
white folks in deep
discussion at char
yar in ajmer ,,
the worlds largest
spiritual fair ,,
said the goat
beauty is skin deep
like a follicle of hair
i never insult a black
goat or pass racial
abusive comments
i would not dare ..
we are goats
we have no
racism deep into
the confused
eyes  of the
foreigners he
stared .
i have a very
short life will
soon be
as niyaz for
the holy saint
a thought that
pleases me
with the foreigners
he shared but
please dont call
it martyrdom
we are victims
of our device
through me
every piece
of my flesh
he feeds the
poor he cares
garib nawaz
the holistic healer
the saint of the
poor of ajmer

long after he had gone
the foreigners thinking
of his wise words
flew out of india
on swissair ..comforting
themselves rid of all
worldly nightmares