Saturday, January 31, 2015

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. Marcus Tullius Cicero





I have a great fascination for cemeteries and graves since we were children.. I remember vividly I used to go with my friends and read the poems wordings on the graves on an English cemetery at the Army Area of Colaba early 60s .. i think that cemetery does not exist , it was an English Army graveyard ..

But than Indians hardly care for their own dead forget the colonial past , we were slaves they were our masters and I am surprised that the St Mary Cemetery at British Residency exists even after the Siege of 1857 ..

Uttar Pradesh hardly cares for heritage sites , the graves are  scarred , totally neglected grass growing all over , but it is a much touted tourist site so in 2014 my last visit I was surprised to see some upkeep going on..

But this part of the cemetery is considered haunting by everyone ans hence the lovers that come here get much need privacy with condoms littered all around .. a quick fast fuck and tears on the soul of the British Residency.

I shot pictures this time too but I was short of time with a serious wound on my leg so I left early ,,,and my visit to the British Residency is a must if I ever visit Lucknow ,,

And the quote by Cicero..is very true we the living keep the dead alive  through our pictures ..

Will the people in Great Britain ever see my pictures read my thoughts I doubt will somebody light a candle to the fallen forgotten British soldiers on All Souls Day .. I dont think so .. they have been ossified , robbed of their respect dignity and this is the last stand of the Unknown British  Soldier .. only a few  have names on their graves ..

Friday, January 30, 2015

The Last Strand Of The British Empire in Lucknow





 he is standing there forgotten by those who left him...on native soil.. oh how his blood boils
the thought away from home away from snow he recoils
standing at the british residency without pay leave gratuity
he toils ,,catches the flu dengue his white alabaster body
riddled with boils ,,every night he watches whores getting
fucked under the moonlight as he pukes smelling their body oils ..his dreams spoiled

to my dear friend meld
who inspired this poem ..
from the soul of turmoil

We Shoot Memories Etched In Stone





the siege of 1857
british residency
beneath Indian soil
lie writhing english
blood sweat tears
bones by the great
empire they were
disowned left
alone ,,no one
to call their own
on their forgotten
semen stained
graves trees have
grown dreams
tattered torn
memories
outworn

none will mourn
brave british soldiers
their wives children
watch from afar
the changing world
beyond the stone


He Is Dreaming






that one day
he will be free
from the reality
of pain..heavy
legs manacled
a common man
bound to chains
all his life he lived
on the roads he
made no gains
even in his dreams
he is totally drained
sitting on the edge
of life to god above
he complains his
sorrows his trials
tribulations that have
made him insane
death watches him
from afar as he feigns
decides he will come
for him another time
nodding his brain ,
he has to rush to
another spot where
a man is writhing in
agony a stroke migraine


this man is sleeping outside a municipal hospital in bandra they have no bed for him he is a diabetic and his condition was serious when i shot him.

YE LUCKNOW KI SAR ZAMEEN-- CHAUDVIN KA CHAND







Ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye rang-roop kaa chaman
ye husn-o-ishq kaa watan
yahi to wo muqaam hai
jahaan Awadh ki shaam hai
jawaan-jawaan haseen-haseen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
shabaab-o-sher kaa ye ghar
ye ahl-e-ilm kaa nagar
hai manzilon ki god mein
yahaan har ek rah-guzar
ye shahar laaladaar hai
yahaan dilon mein pyaar hai
jidhar nazar uthaaiye
bahaar hi bahaar hai
kali-kali hai naazneen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
yahaan ki sab rawaayaten
adab ki shaahkaar hain
ameer ahl-e-dil yahaan
ghareeb jaan-nisaar hain
har ek shaakh par yahaan
hain bulbulon ke chahchahen
gali-gali mein zindagi
kadam-kadam pe kahkahen
har ik nazaaraa hai dilnasheen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen
ye Lucknow ki sarzameen

Lyrics-Shakeel Badayuni,

Before You Shoot A Picture You Should Be Able To See It In Your Minds Camera Eye




This was shot in 2005 in Lucknow at the Gomti Ghats , and I liked this place mainly because of the Dhobis that dyed the chicken cotton clothes , and put it up to dry on rows of clotheslines ,, lovely Indian vibrant colors ..and the morning ablutions at the Ghats , the Sadhus who looked at me curiously , my cosmic rings my malang attire though I looked like a Malang I became one in 2011.

I met Aghoris at the ghats who requested me not to shoot them but sit with them chat and I could not eat what they offered me refusing the meat politely .

Lucknow has great memories mostly pictorial..and I shot alone , I hardly mixed with people ..and with my dread head , my beads I looked like an ascetic on a journey.

I like three cities for street photography Lucknow Hyderabad and Delhi.. and because of my work commitments in Mumbai I hardly get to see what others shoot , and now that I have flowerhorns at home and birds I hesitate to go out of Mumbai. I lost all my black ghosts over 75 when I went to Hyderabad and the pump stopped as it was clogged by too much food put by my maid ,, she was not even aware they were dead despite the sickening smell that I felt when I returned from Hyderabad Ashura.

Mumbai street photography is good in SOBO .. Crawford Market , Mohomadally Road or Bhendi Bazar but better still Chor Bazar on Fridays .. I have not gone to Chor Bazar since several years ..

And so I shoot Bandra the beggars and the beggar kids and moving moments and garbage .. I am mystically attached to Garbage much before Swach Bharat was coined I have a set on Garbage Porn at Bandra Bazar Road and even the change in government ministers has not helped Bandra Bazar Road is an insult to the BJP mantra of Modiji.. perhaps when he comes down to canvas for the BJP corportors at Bazar Road he will get to see it unless things change by 2017 ,,

The Congress Corporator is the sole survivor of Congress Free Bandra ..and I dont think he really cares about Bazar Road ..


And than I wonder why I take Bandra Bazar Road what if we move out of Bandra one day ,, our family is expanding and  we will have to face reality one day ,,unless my brother .. I am the eldest sells our parents flat at Strand Cinema Mohini Mansions ,,


I try not to shoot pretty pictures but this was a long time back..




Sometime back I wrote a very long blogpost on this pictures BW version and I dont have back up on my laptop and it got accidentally deleted , I have never written such a long post  and I have a lousy memory so here I am posting the colored version and making an attempt to recover the lost blog from my mind ,

I shot  this in Lucknow 2005 , and it was almost 10 years back.. this year due to lack of time I did not visit the Gomti Ghats were this picture was shot , I had no time I came to shoot Chehlum 2014 and was here for two days , I cut my head with two daggers this time  in both my hands , and my kamzani pictures were shot by my relative Guddu ,, however on instructions from my mother in law he took away one of the daggers but I cut my head with the single dagger again twice , than before I could proceed my mother in law took away this dagger too.

I walked from Nakhas barefeet till Talkatoa a long distance in my wet clothes and a bandage on my head thanks to the first aid guys on the streets.


The day after Chehlum I shot the backlanes of OLd Lucknow , and I am an impulsive street photographer , I am not a disciplined photographer I use my street instincts my inner guts I shoot what I see I dont manipulate situations I shoot from my heart the pain of the people be it beggars beggar kids garbage too.

I had a diabetic wound on my leg from Mumbai that made life more miserable and my blood sugar was on the rise aggravating my wound .

When I reached Mumbai I got a viral infection that laid me to my bed for over three weeks , heavy dosage of anti boitics and i have recovered .

From the time I got both my cameras serviced at Canon Service center I shot one day that is my schools Diamon Jubilee Celebrations , and my cameras are on bed rest like me.

And all these pictures you see me post as BW thanks to Aviary are pictures from my archive on CDS and DVDS.
pictures  shot in 2005 and with added new thought or added new poetic dimension .. I use my Motorola G a lousy phone in terms of photography  but helpful in capturing fleeting street moments .. and it will be a long time before I buy a good camera phone ..I think.

And as I write here I also check on my Twitter timeline interact with friends , and another window is Google+ .. I also pimp my photo blogs on Ello and here I interact with a few photographers I came here thanks to kind hearted Mr Thomas Hawk I sent invites to a few of my Flickr friends but I dont think they are as impressed with Ello ,, maybe they are badly hooked to Facebook.

I also post my blogs to Indivine at Indibloggers , and also vote for other Indi bloggers blogs , I think it is most important to encourage bloggers , and by voting for their blogs we inspire them to blog more .. and Renie Ranvin the architect of this platform is a very dear friend almost a brother ,

I used to avoid Indian blog platforms once upon a time I had huge problems with people wore blinkers and kicked my ass black and blue because of my Shia Blogs or Hindu blogs ,,Indibloggers has been a great catharsis for this bloggers pent up emotions .

And as I accidentally deleted the BW version of this picture .. I am posting the original and deeply hurt on losing what I had written and as I type with one finger it can be a real pain in the as that is why I check other posts of my Flickr friends followers favorite and try to comment too but this universal finger hurts after sometime .Forgive me .. People who add me here at Flickr I add them back , though honestly i am not into Art Flowers Planes etc.. or Insects ,, but what the heck.. I dont shoot that genre ,, but I do admire those posted by some very dear Flickr friends .

I dont add people who have no picures on their streams here at Flickr or those that love genitals as photography .. that is why I block those who favorite my Naga Sadhu pictures once I see their pictures .. too bad I am frickin opinionated .

My hijra sets my gay pride sets my crossdresser sets are of public  as they serve as titillating the voyeurs only ,, and my hijra pictures are about human life their struggle their pain of living .. among repressed sexual animals you find them more among Indians who would fuck anything on two legs including a 5 year old child ..we talk about Swach  Bharat but cant clean the mother fucker rapists child molesters acid throwers .. and it is only a empty political mantra if we cannot clean the dirt within mans mind and soul.

I try to keep my pictures devoid of text but sometimes the dam bursts and you can imagine I use a mouse with my laptop.. I am still trying to get the hang of the Internet.

I use two Internet  providers MTNL and the local cable guy called Brian.. highspeed my son pays for one I pay for the other both WIFI.

Lastly I thank God for this Pro account that keeps my uploading unlimited and my Flickr friends ,, my second family on cyberspace ,, and yes I miss my two friends Fred Miller and Jeff Lamb.. they were the two strong pillars of my Flickr family ,, they could have lived a little longer ,, RIP

And this post still is far from the one I originally wrote with inner passion,, lost page lost illusions ,,

PS I also pimp my blogs on Tumblr how did I forget that..

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Street Photography ....Once You Start Your Are Hooked


He Has Been In Trauma And Shock Since #FacebookDown





his world was  facebook
morning afternoon evening night
he liked to poke people around ,
he shared his naughty pictures
with other facebook clowns
he was part of so many groups
he knew facebook inside out
2500 friends healthy and stout
a new update on his facebook
wall every dude wanted to
check out ,,a new note a
new print out but one day
when facebook shutout
he screamed he yelled
he banged his head
against the wall he was
locked out , he ended
up with viral fever
running temperature
fits shivering ,,totally
washed out ,,he has
covered his face
since that day
he sleeps out
a rare disease
told the doctor
he is totally
burnt out

a new disease
this fucked
#facebookdown


I Was Born In Lucknow By Accident ,,Luckily The Rest of My 60 Years In Mumbai I Spent


Old Lucknow ,, Where Photographs Become Lasting Memories



The stretch from Bajaza Nakhas to Chowk circle , the Mandi and the bylanes of Old Lucknow , just wander and shoot  this year I did just that walked in the tiny lanes and walked from Yahya Ganj to Agha Mir Ki Deodi than Wazir ganj and right up to Gola Ganj.

I shot Hazratganj for the first time thanks to my Flickr friend Anandamoy but I still find Old Lucknow exhilarating and memorable..

Even the road that leads you to Kazmain or Hazrat Abbas Dargah its still the same like this picture of the kids shot in 2005 ..and Lucknow is an enigma , a newer part growing rapidly and the older part dying slowly with the weigh of its decadence .

Lucknow the part where my mother lived Pata Nala is still the same one day when Progress Development  reach this end it might change ,,

The present satraps have time only for Saifai.. and what the Nawabs built these guys will never build even in a million life times I humbly think.

Lucknow toilets are for men only open and totally deplorable and stray dogs running the old city ,, garbage is everywhere ,, you cant miss it .. it is the beauty of a badly managed Old Lucknow .

RIP Old Lucknow

Street Portraiture ,,, In Divine Light




awphoto54 said:
The best portraits are the street portraits. There are no lights, no backdrops, no assistance. These are shots without an appointment. There are presidents, kings and queens posed in pompous poses. They or their inner circle must approve their portraits. Here is a man with a smile. He is poor but he is kind.

a poor man
a man you
never knew
is he a muslim
or a hindu
does it matter
I ask you
the man who
likes him could
be a Jew ..
a picture
becomes a
humbling
thought
a new hope
imbues
to shoot
insects
flowers
sunsets
i cosmically
refuse

a street photographer is hardly in the news
if he posts the truth on flickr the bigots
report abuse ..to be or not to be human
it is up to you to choose ...a comment
strengthens the imagery ..asymmetrically
fused ..a simple picture will never ever confuse

Our Beggars Would Be In Great Demand In Saudi Arabia During The Haj .



export our beggars
earn millions in foreign
exchange our beggars
dont misjudge ..we make
 in india more beggars
than any country in the
world figures cant be
fudged ,,other countries
that have beggars too
across our borders we
definitely hold no grudge
come what may an iron
nation from our convictions
we wont budge ,,,black money
hidden in foreign countries
laughs at our motor mouth
leaders ,, say sorry we wont
come ..the common man
the blundering fool ,,,
his motto Karz or Farz

yeh kaisa jeena ..jeena bhi aisa marz

The Quintessential Muslim Man ..






humble simple
god-fearing man
he is an indian
but he is called
a muslim man
looked at warily
treated as an
outsider this
was not part
of the nations
cosmic plan
he has been
cheated by
the clergy
cheated by
all political
parties
he stood by
his convictions
he made india
his home to
the other side
of the border
her never ran
he is part of
the mainstream
but you think
differently
his faults
his shortcomings
you inquisitively
scan..every
action of his
good bad ugly
you pan .yes you
discriminate
you racially
 abuse him
calling him
names
an ode to
a muslim man
never appeased
or he would not
be living in ghettos
slums begging
on the streets
the first suspect
of every policeman
victim of religiously
engineered riots
maliciously maligned
by every bigoted man

Its Better To Have Loved And Lost Than Not Have Loved At All





deathly silence on my facebook wall
i deactivated the story of my life once
and for all .. how i met her was it a mere
poke or a friends request or was it a post
she liked or was it the world cup .. we won
they lost a memory i recall deleted doomed
the catch phrase of my inhibitions my cosmic
failure looming large and tall ..i moved away
locking myself out ..just once she could have
called ..a loser is a loser ..i guess it was my fault

The Sentinel




outside
the house
of her memories
he dwells ,,a long
time has elapsed
all is not well
she has gone
back into her
shell from the
pedestal of her
eyes he fell
that he was
married he
did not tell
he was under
her magic spell
her beauty
her form
her figure
in a nutshell
she was the
heroine of
his first
unfinished
lifes novel
where is she
now he wonders
her fragrance
her smell
her lisp
his silence
when she
yelled
than one
day the
tree of dreams
suddenly fell
leaving him
 in the wilderness
of his personal hell

from the cosmic ring of
her command he was
unduly expelled .

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

I Asked This Muslim Man Why He Was Begging ,, He Answered Bura Waqt Aur Badkismati




simply translated
bad times bad luck
standing at bandra
bazar road my
curious question
he did not duck
he said once he
had a job he worked
than came a wind
blew away everything
he was stuck throw
away into the muck
did i solve his problems
by giving him a few bucks

how many times must he
prove he is an indian not
just a muslim beggar
polarized by forces
beyond his control
yes life sucks ,,

I Waited A Long Time Here For Her




holding my heart
on my sleeve
I decided till she
did not come I
would not leave
her long absence
made me grieve
every word of her
now in retrospect
I believed ..her
lilting laughter
her smiling face
was she peeved
a love nothing
achieved deleted
doomed memories
a void  i perceived
from that last
scented letter
I  received I think
I was cheated I
was deceived
she stole my
reason to live
this beautiful
thief comely eve
lost illusions
make believe

i am still standing
nothing left to retrieve

Jinhe Lucknow Pe Naz Hai Woh Kahan Hai




Zara Saifai  ke rehbaron ko bulao, Ye kuche,ye galiyan,ye manzar dikhao/ Jinhe naaz hai Lucknow  par unko lao,Jinhe naaz hai Lucknow  par vo kahan hai?

I am an incorrigible street photographer Fuck F Stops





Camera clubs hardly talk about street photography ,, everything is pictorial and fine art or photojournalism literally breaks my heart ..if you see a camera club journal or newsletter it will be the same thing shot over and over again the same light the same mood copying the Renaissance old farts ..  Photography was destroyed by camera clubs bad start , thankfully from analogue I was lucky to switch to blogs ..reboot restart the computer of my mind went digital.got rid of all the photography fucked rules and warts .. no i got tired of using my camera ..I wanted stories emotions feelings not salon inspired snap shots , fuck your acceptance s your certificate of merits your pristine white washed salon walls your judges that dont know the difference between the elbow and the rectum or any other body part ...

Even the mobile phone in the right hands gets pictures ..distinctly apart ..fuck vision fuck f stops ,,, photography is neither a science but a mystical holistic soul searching feeling touching medium.. the camera a catalyst you get good pictures when you upset the apple cart ..

I was a product of a camera club.. but I took another path ,,
fuck your 3 R s .. your honorary mentions ..of what use your prestigious photographic degrees after one departs ..

The Accidental Blogger





We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time

Bollywoods Most Wanted Beggar Poet Of Mumbai




A stylist self made
cinematic sartorial
trade needs no
upgrade ..fully Indian
made, pictures as poems
thankfully will not jade
a mystic in monochromatic
shade will be giving his
body to medicine so his
body wont be eaten by worms
in a open gutter like grave
it wont be interred or laid
no pun intended but he calls
a fucked spade a fucked spade
keeps away from religious tirade

humanity the only universal thought
he shoots beggars homeless hijras
rafaees naga sadhus ..sleeping dogs
the symbolism of mumbai streets ..
where even god does not come to a
poor mans aid ..he is a muslim a hindu
a christian a jew a buddhist ..he cuts
his head with a sharp edged blade still
unlearning photography a medium highly
cliched ..moments relived replayed

he is not on facebook where every face
is a mask within a mask in a masquerade

Neigbors Envy Mumbais Pride - Our Mumbai Police




The Mumbai Police (Marathi मुंबई पोलिस) (also known as Brihanmumbai Police) is the police force of the city of Mumbai, Maharashtra. It has the primary responsibilities of law enforcement and investigation within the limits of Mumbai. The department's motto is "Sadrakṣaṇāya Khalanigrahaṇāya" (Sanskrit: सद्रक्षणाय खलनिग्रहणाय, "To protect the good and to destroy the evil").

It is headed by the Commissioner of Mumbai Police, who is generally an Indian Police Service (IPS) officer.

History[edit]
Origins[edit]
During the 17th century (until 1655), the area of present day Mumbai was under Portuguese control. The Portuguese formed a basic law enforcement structure in this area with the establishment of a Police out-post in 1661.[1]

The origins of the present day Mumbai police can be traced back to a militia organised by Gerald Aungier, the then Governor of Mumbai in 1669. This Bhandari Militia was composed of around 500 men and was headquartered at Mahim, Sewree and Sion.[2] In 1672, the judicial overview of police decisions by courts was introduced, although none of the judges had any actual legal training.[3] The situation remained unchanged through the Maratha wars.[4] However, by 1682, policing remained stagnant. There was only one ensign for the whole Bhandari militia, and there were only three sergeants and two corporals.[1]

Creation and early days[edit]
On 29 March 1780, the office of the Lieutenant of Police was dissolved and the office of Deputy of Police was created. James Tod, the then Lieutenant of Police was appointed as the first Deputy of Police on 5 April 1780. He was tried and dismissed for corruption in 1790. Subsequently, the designation was changed to "Deputy of Police and High Constable".[1]

In 1793, Act XXXIII, Geo. III was promulgated. The post of Deputy of Police was abolished and a post of Superintendent of Police was created in its place, with a Deputy of Superintendent of Police assisting him. Mr. Simon Halliday was the first Superintendent of Police, and governed till 1808. During this time, a thorough revision and re-arrangement of policing in the area outside the Fort was carried out. The troublesome area known as "Dungree and the Woods" was split up into 14 Police divisions, each division being staffed by two English constables and a varying number of Peons (not exceeding 130 for the whole area), who were to be stationary in their respective charges and responsible for dealing with all illegal acts committed within their limits.[1]

Post-1857[edit]

A Mumbai Policeman during the 19th century

Mumbai Police Headquarters in a heritage Gothic-style building.
After the cementing of English Rule in India after the 1857 Mutiny, in 1864, the three Presidency towns of Bombay, Calcutta and Madras were given Commissioners of Police. On 14 December 1864, Sir Frank Souter was appointed the first Police Commissioner of Bombay. He remained in office for 24 years, till July 3, 1888. During that year (1864), Khan Bahadur Sheikh Ibrahim Sheikh Imam became the first Indian appointed to a police officer's post.[4]

In 1896 the Commissioner's office moved to an Anglo-Gothic revival building, which it still occupies to this day. The Police Headquarters building is a protected heritage site. The Maharashtra Police Headquarters moved into what was known as the Royal Alfred Sailors' Home, in 1896. Construction began on the building in early 1872 and was finished four years later, in 1876. As its name suggests, it was made to accommodate 20 officers and 100 seamen. However, the building was actually conceived to commemorate the visit of the Duke of Edinburgh in 1870. The Duke laid the Foundation stone during his visit.

The Maharastra government acquired the building in 1928 to house the Bombay Legislative Council. The Police department subsequently moved in after it was vacated.

Post-independence[edit]
After 1947[edit]
After independence, many changes to the Mumbai Police were instituted. On 15 August 1947, J.S. Bharucha became the first Indian head of the Mumbai Police, taking over from the last British Commissioner, Mr. A.E. Caffin.[1]

A dog squad was set up in 1965. Computers were first used by the Mumbai police in 1976. A Narcotics Cell and an anti-terrorist special operations squad were created in 1989. In 1995, the control room was computerised, and finally, in 1997, the Mumbai Police went online.[4]

Modernisation and present day[edit]
A massive modernisation of the Mumbai Police took place in 2005. New vehicles, guns and electronic equipment were procured for police use. The Tourist Squad was also created to patrol the beaches of Mumbai. On 30 May 2009 the Maharashtra government in Mumbai set up a police station dedicated to tackling cyber crime. It is the third such facility in India after Bangalore and Hyderabad. The dedicated police station will now register first information reports (FIRs) on its own and investigate offences pertaining to cyberspace. The police station will take care of all cyber cases in the city including that of terror e-mails. The existing Cyber Crime Investigation Cell of the city police probes cyber offences, but the FIRs are registered in local police stations depending on the site of the offence. A specially trained team of over 25 policemen, headed by an Assistant Commissioner of Police (ACP), were selected for the new job. The facility will function under the supervision of Deputy Commissioner of Police (Preventive) and Joint Commissioner of Police (Crime).[5]

Jurisdiction and duties[edit]
Wiki letter w.svgThis section is empty. You can help by adding to it. (May 2010)
Organisation[edit]
The Mumbai Police is headed by a Police Commissioner, who is an IPS officer. The Mumbai Police comes under the state Home Ministry. The city is divided into Twelve police zones and Twenty Five traffic police zones, each headed by a Deputy Commissioner of Police. The Traffic Police is a semi-autonomous body under the Mumbai Police.[6]

Geographical division[edit]
Mumbai police is broadly divided into five regions namely Central, North, South, East and West. For administrative purposes, each region is subdivided into 3 to 4 zones.[7] Each zone contains 3 to 4 police stations. Each zone is commanded by a Deputy Commissioner of Police (DCP). Apart from the 12 zones, there is also an additional Port zone. Police stations under the Port zone keep vigil on the Mumbai Port and container terminals in Mumbai. There are a total of 91 police stations in the jurisdiction of Mumbai Police. Every police station has a Police Inspector who is the in-charge officer of the station.

Rank structure of the Mumbai Police[8]
RankAbbreviationStrength
Commissioner of PoliceC.P1
Joint Commissioner of PoliceJt.CP5
Additional Commissioner of PoliceAddl.CP12
Deputy Commissioner of PoliceDCP38
Additional Deputy Commissioner of PoliceAddl.DCP
Assistant Commissioner of PoliceACP124
Police InspectorPI977
Assistant Police InspectorAPI756
Police Sub InspectorPSI2850
Assistant Sub InspectorASI3329
Head ConstableHC8146
Police NaikPN6010
Police ConstablePC18666
Recruitment[edit]
Those who join the police force through the constabulary exam enter the force at the lowest ranks of the force. Their starting rank is that of a Police constable. Those who join the Police force through the state examination (Maharashtra state Public Service Commission) holds a starting rank of Sub Inspector of Police. Those who join the police force through the civil service examination (UPSC) also known as the IPS exam holds a starting rank of Deputy Commissioner of Police. Generally the IPS officers make it to the highest rank of Director General. The Commissioner of Police for Mumbai also holds the rank of Additional Director General of Police Maharashtra.

Subunits[edit]
Mumbai Police is divided into the following units:

Crime Branch
Cyber Cell
Commando Force
Detection Unit (Wrongly known as Mumbai Encounter Squad)
Anti Terrorist Squad
Law and Order
Traffic Police
Administration
Social Service Cell
Narcotics Cell
Wireless Cell
Local Armed Police
Anti-Extortion Cell
Modus Operandi Bureau
Missing Persons Bureau
Special Branch
Intelligence Unit
Protection & Security
Riot Control Police
Economic Offenses Wing
Juvenile AID Protection Unit
Quick Response Team
Force One
Each of these units have a commander of the rank of Joint Commissioner of Police.

High-profile cases[edit]
26 November 2008 Mumbai attacks[edit]
Main article: 26 November 2008 Mumbai attacks
Anti-Terrorism Squad Chief Hemant Karkare, Additional Commissioner of Police Ashok Kamte and Encounter specialist Vijay Salaskar were among the policemen who fell to the bullets of the Pakistan-sponsored terrorists. Then Joint Commissioner of Mumbai Crime Branch Mr. Rakesh Maria under the leadership of Police Commissioner Hasan Gafoor tackled the abrupt attack by his superb skills. Mr. Ramesh Mahale; then an officer with crime branch investigated the case and brought the lone arrested militant Ajmal Kasab to justice. Police Commissioner Hasan Gafoor was shunted out of his office. [9] Mahale resigned recently over a murder case investigation which he was leading.[10] In the following year, as a response to these attacks, a specialized counter-terrorism unit, Force One was formed and commissioned on November 24, 2009, two days before the anniversary of the 26/11 terror attacks. A Committee was appointed to look into the failures of cops pertaining to the terror attack. The Ram Pradhan Committee as it came to be known' furnished a report recommending a series of improvements & reforms. The State Government of Maharashtra however never had this report tabled in the legislature fearing a fallout over strictures passed in the report.[11] A Public Interest Litigation has been filed by social activist Ketan Tirodkar to demand equal justice for all the police who were killed in the terror attack; especially for the members of the Bommb Disposal Squad of Mumbai Police. During the hearing of the petition; the Government informed the High Court that the Federal Government of India has rejected the proposal to award the Bomba Disposal Squad of the city poplice for their contribution in defusing granades in the terror attack.[12][13]

Equipment[edit]
All the equipment for the Mumbai Police are manufactured indigenously by the Indian Ordnance Factories controlled by the Ordnance Factories Board, Ministry of Defence, Government of India. Also, weapons such as Glock Pistols are imported from Austria. These pistols were first imported for the Anti-terrorist Squad in Mumbai when the same was formed in year 2004.

Weapons[edit]
Rifles SMLE Mk III*, Ishapore 2A1,SUB Machine GUN CARBINE 9 mm 1A1, 7.62 MM 1A1, Assault Rifle 7.62 mm, 38 MM Multi Shot Riot Gun, INSAS 5.56 mm, AK-47(247 in total),[14] FN-FAL

250 MP5 German automatic sub-machine guns have just been ordered.,[15] M4,M107 anti-material rifle and SWAT equipment.

Pistols Glock pistol, Pistol Auto 9mm 1A, Smith & Wesson M&P.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumbai_Police

I Was Cosmically Destined To Shoot Beggars ..




the smile on his face
his happiness his joy
this crippled handicapped
boy..beggars who will employ
so the beggar mafia enlists them
battered shattered human toys
do they have dreams these poor
unfortunate beggar boys ,making
more money than peons office boys

Swach Bharat Kaise Banaye Ab Inhe Kahan Chupaein






har gali
har mod par
har mandir
har dargah
har masjid
ke samne
yeh phir
dikh jayein
yeh aisa
kachra
jo hatao
toh phir
wapas
ajaye

soch main
pade hain
yeh garibi
kaise hataien
koie aisi
magic ki chaddi
hoti ke inhe
gayab karein
swach bharat
badi badiya
badi acchi soch
ko bhai agae
kaise badein
aam admi ki
jhadu chinkar
kya unhe bula
kar galiyan
saf karein
hai..CCTV
har kachre ki
kundi par lagaein
take kamine jaldi
pakde jaein
inki ragon main
kachre jaisi addat
is adat ko kaise
dur bhagaien

hum toh tasvir lekar
ab kiska dil bhailyen

kone main inke ma bap
chup kar bandra east
ke bridge par inse bhik
mangwaein .. police ko
kya dikhaein.. hafta khori
ne dam tod diye swach
bharat kaise banaein


beggar poet ..bandra BJP gad
ko kaise sudar banaein....photo
khechna band karo toh sab
kuch thik ho jaye aur acche din
ujwal din bhi mumbai main ayen

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

I Shot A Face Wrinkled Wizened On The Surface





etched in pain and remorse
she looked deep into my
eyes paused ..she told
me i was a boat searching
for oars .. million miles
away from shore ,,
bound to dreams of
failure of-course ,,
i was a prisoner
of my surroundings
in a house where
lady luck had
locked all the
doors ,,i will
not be able
to break out
even if i used
my mystical
force ,,

i was the
product of
my passions
my mind
the cosmic
source .

delhi ke shahi taqtwalon ne keh diya ghar ghar islam




delhi ke shahi taqtwalon ne keh
diya ghar ghar islam ..kya joh
sadak par musalman bhik mangte
hain unki zindagi sudarneka kya
kiya intizam..bechare musalman
unke zakhmon par kaun lagaye
ga balm,, apko ko toh mil jati hai
charon waqt ki roti ,,apka kam
tamam ..garib na am ke am
na gutli ke dam ..ab ko sirf
lambi chodne ki adat hai
kya ghar wapsi aur kya
ghar ghar islam..

usne kaha salm wale kum
maine kaha jai shree ram

mere watan ke jhande ko salam

Bhai Chikna Bana Dena ..Main Bhi Bollywood Struggler Hoon




kam ke bad ..jakar film offices main karta hoon fariyad ,,
log mere chehre ko dekhkar dete hain dad..jab hero
ban jaoonga tab jaunga mere gaon Saifai jiski ati hai bahut yad ek din hero banneke bad main bhi banunga koie bade neta ka damad ..

Mumbai Is An Urban Slum ...Every Dreamer It Welcomes






come build tax free
houses on our streets
mumbai teaches you
to beg rob steal to stand
on your two feet ,,
come snatch our
ladies handbags
come molest rape
the kids ..our cops
will look the other
way as you rob the
money van or deal in
 counterfeit mumbai
the worlds no1 city
of crimes ..frauds
scams and cheats
at a drop of a a hat
a riot ,..crime soars
we want to make it
clean and neat by
removing garbage
a political mantra
smiling at defeat
the poor have
nothing to eat

The Homeless In Mumbai Have More Compassion For Their Homeless Pets




for years living
on the pavement
reading the newspaper
dreams wont dent ..
the cat gets his fish
milk..every morning
thanks to this pavement
dwellers kind sentiments
he hopes one day perhaps
his life changes if he could
live under a tent .provided
the government of the rich
people for the rich people
buy the rich people pays
his measly rent ..and he is
not evicted by the municipal
body snatchers ..a thought
with good intent .. he pays
the local goon the money
from his alms ..a pain he
vents .. he has committed
no sin so he need not repent
SOBO the rich mans citadel
in this poor mans life fails
to make a dent ..oh he gets
very unhappy when it rains
the only delirious pain
monsoonal godsent ..

poems are waiting to be shoot provided you can see them ..
visually artistically aesthetically ,,,ladies and gent .. use your mobile phone and hey you Indibloggers use Original Content

dedicated to Deepak Amembal Alok Vats Creofire and the rest of the plants clinging to Indi Vine ..the mouse is greater than a pen.. zenitude and zen.. your cosmic third eye your mobile phones lens ..to be a good blogger you need substance ...some asli common sense .

Kishan Khadgar Diamond Jubilee Bandraite Born 1939






  I was returning home from Bandra east , I had walked a lot , and he was sitting at the grocery shop where i stopped to buy salt for my flower horns I use salt after siphoning ,, and the light shone nicely on his face I took this shot , he has a small tailor shop and has traveled India extensively ..his family has stayed in Bandra for 86 years ,, Bandra bazar road , and pictures are stories ..depends whether you want to picturize a story ..or simply take a snapshot for kicks.

The camera is an intriguing device  and here I must let you into a story within a story..

In 2006 I was invited to a wedding in the suburbs I was dressed the way I am always dressed barefeet I was leashed like a dog to my wifes shadow we reached the venue , the father of the groom was an old time character actor , and he knew me as  a child when we stayed at Wodehouse Road.

The groom was very simply dressed, his wife was in sparkling red , he is a nice kid , I had my Sufii cap , I just asked him would he like to try my stuff and he liked the idea I took pictures with his charming wife , his sister saw this was very upset she removed my shawl my jacket threw it on the ground..
I felt hurt I told my wife lets get the Fuck off from this fucked wedding ... and I told his father about his insulting daughter and we came home.

I had shot several frames of a small Shia girl with blonde hair , and very pretty she was about 3 year old relative from my wifes side ..I downloaded the pictures and put them on a CD thinking I would upload them privately at Flickr .. but somehow I had lot of work  and I misplaced the CD..I felt sad because I wanted to give the little girls pictures to her father .

Now as I am going through my old lot re blogging some pictures with new thoughts poems I came across this CD.. The groom in my jewelry shawl silver stick with his wife looks glamorous ... and  9 years have passed since this episode ..

So the camera is a mystical tool..and there are times I wish I had kept my first Nikon EM bought in Muscat in 1980 but I sold it in the gray market those days with lenses flash etc ..I was broke times were bad ..

And finally bought a Nikon F 50 Camera from Jaikishen Bros and thus began my tryst with other peoples destiny in the early 90s .. I bought the F100 F90 X second hand and finally my first Nikon digital D 70 that I used for many years .

Since 2011 I began shooting with the Canon 60 D and Canon D ..

And now I dont carry my DSLRS  anymore when I go out on work and so shoot with the Motrola G,..

This was a blank post my dear friend Alex W triggered this outburst of old thoughts memories ..yes I believe the camera is a mystical tool but hey , listen you can only shoot what you were destined to shoot nothing more nothing less

Photography is like writing a poem .. you should know when to begin when to stop..

This is in response to Alex

Alex Wasserman 2h
You don't need a fancy camera to make outstanding picture.

I Am Durga I Am Kali I Am Saraswati.. I Am A Girl Child


We don't need no education We don't need no thought control




We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey teacher leave them kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

In Praise Of Lord Shiva .. The Ultimate Peace Giver


RK Laxman .. RIP ,, Long Live The Common Man





an era comes to an end ,,
the common man lost a
good friend on twitter
for one last time he trends
heartfelt best wishes we send
sincere condolence to his family
we lend.. life in silence sans
his humor we will spend ..
but he is there at worli sea face
round the corner round the bend


From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Rasipuram Krishnaswamy Laxman[2] (24 October 1921 - 26 January 2015)[3] was an Indian cartoonist, illustrator, and humorist.[4] He is best known for his creation The Common Man, for his daily cartoon strip, "You Said It" in The Times of India, which started in 1951. Laxman was hospitalised with life threatening condition battling which the world-renowned cartoonist died. On Sunday, his condition worsened after which he was put on life support.[5]

Birth and childhood[edit]
R. K. Laxman was born in Mysore. His father was a headmaster and Laxman was the youngest of six sons;[6] an older brother is the famous novelist R. K. Narayan.

Laxman was engrossed by the illustrations in magazines such as The Strand Magazine, Punch, Bystander, Wide World and Tit-Bits, even before he could read.[7] Soon he was drawing on his own, on the floors, walls and doors of his house and doodling caricatures of his teachers at school; praised by a teacher for his drawing of a peepal leaf, he began to think of himself as an artist in the making.[8] Another early influence on Laxman were the cartoons of the world-renowned British cartoonist, Sir David Low (whose signature he misread as "cow" for a long time) that appeared now and then in The Hindu.[9] Laxman notes in his autobiography, The Tunnel of Time:

“I drew objects that caught my eye outside the window of my room – the dry twigs, leaves and lizard-like creatures crawling about, the servant chopping firewood and, of course, and number of crows in various postures on the rooftops of the buildings opposite”
Laxman was the captain of his local "Rough and Tough and Jolly" cricket team and his antics inspired the stories "Dodu the money maker" and "The Regal Cricket Club" written by his brother, Narayan.[11] Laxman's idyllic childhood was shaken for a while when his father suffered a paralytic stroke and died around a year later, but the elders at home bore most of the increased responsibility, while Laxman continued with his schooling.[12]

After high school, Laxman applied to the J. J. School of Art, Bombay hoping to concentrate on his lifelong interests of drawing and painting, but the dean of the school wrote to him that his drawings lacked, "the kind of talent to qualify for enrollment in our institution as a student", and refused admission.[13] He finally graduated with a Bachelor of Arts from the University of Mysore. In the meantime he continued his freelance artistic activities and contributed cartoons to Swarajya and an animated film based on the mythological character, Narada.[14]

Career[edit]
Beginning[edit]
Laxman's earliest work was for newspapers and magazines such as Swarajya and Blitz . While still at the Maharaja College of Mysore, he began to illustrate his elder brother R K Narayan's stories in The Hindu, and he drew political cartoons for the local newspapers and for the Swatantra. Laxman also drew cartoons, for the Kannada humour magazine, Koravanji. Incidentally, Koravanji was founded in 1942 by Dr M Shivaram who was an allopath and had a clinic around Majestic area in Bangalore. He started this monthly magazine, dedicating it to hilarious/satirical articles and cartoons. Dr Shivaram himself was an eminent humourist in Kannada. He encouraged Laxman quite a lot. He held a summer job at the Gemini Studios, Madras. His first full-time job was as a political cartoonist for the The Free Press Journal in Mumbai, Bal Thackeray, was his colleague. Laxman later joined The Times of India, beginning a career that has spanned for over fifty years. His "common man" character, featured in his pocket cartoons,is portrayed as a witness to the making of democracy.[15] Anthropologist Ritu G. Khanduri notes, "R. K. Laxman structures his cartoon-news through a plot about corruption and a set of characters. This news is visualized and circulates through the recurring figures of the mantri (Minister), the Common Man and the trope of modernity symbolized by the airplane (2012: 304)."[16]

Other creations[edit]
He also created a popular mascot for the Asian Paints group called Gattu in 1954.[17][18] Laxman has also penned a few novels. His cartoons have appeared in Hindi films such as Mr. & Mrs. '55 and a Tamil film Kamaraj. His creations also include the sketches drawn for the television adaptation of Malgudi Days which was written by his elder brother R K Narayan and directed by Shankar Nag. Laxman also drew caricatures of friends for private purposes.

R K Laxman Chair at Symbiosis International University[edit]
There is a chair named after R. K. Laxman at Symbiosis International University.[19]

Personal life[edit]
Laxman was first married to Bharatanatyam dancer and film actress Kumari Kamala Laxman, who began her film career as a child actress named "Baby Kamala," and graduated into adult roles under the name "Kumari Kamala" ("Miss Kamala"). They were divorced, and Laxman later married a lady whose first name was again Kamala. This was the authoress and children's book writer Kamala Laxman. In a cartoon series named "The star I never met" in film magazine Filmfare he painted a cartoon of Kamala Laxman, with the title "The star I only met!". The couple had no children and divided their time between Mumbai and Pune.

In September 2003, Laxman was affected by a stroke which left him paralysed on his left side. He partly recovered from its effects. On the evening of 20 June 2010, Laxman was admitted to Breach Candy Hospital in Mumbai after being transported by an air ambulance from Pune. His condition was said to be stable.[20]

In October 2012 Laxman celebrated his 91st birthday in Pune. During a private gathering at his residence, Laxman cut the cake and was presented a DVD of a documentary titled The Brainy Crow by his fan Rajvardhan Patil, depicting the life and survival of the favourite bird of the cartoonist. Shiv Sena chief Bal Thackeray, who had a past association with Laxman as a cartoonist, sent birthday greetings to him, family sources said. Scientist Jayant Narlikar and Symbiosis University chancellor S. B. Mujumdar also came to greet him on the occasion.

Death[edit]
R K Laxman, died at the age of 93 at Deenanath Mangeshkar Hospital in Pune on 26th January 2015. He was hospitalized on 23rd January for urinary infection and chest-related problems that led to a multi-organ failure. He was put on life support after his condition worsened on 25th January 2015. He had reportedly suffered multiple strokes since 2010.[21][1][22]

Awards[edit]
Padma Bhushan- Govt. Of India 1971
Padma Vibhushan – Govt. of India, 2005
Ramon Magsaysay Award for Journalism, Literature and Creative Communication Arts – 1984
Lifetime Achievement Award for Journalism – CNN IBN TV18, 29 January 2008
'Pune Pandit' Award (Scholar of Pune Award) by the Art & Music Foundation for excellence in 'Creative Communication' – 2012
Honorary Doctorate awarded to R.K. Laxman from the University of Mysore in 2005

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._K._Laxman

Thirsty Beggar Child And The Empty Glass Of Juice





should i write a poem here
let it lose ..a beggar child
a puppet of the beggar mafia
round his neck a noose ..
to be what they want
him to be he did not
choose ,, sold into slavery
 by a corrupt system..
child abuse
he begs while his parents
play card .. drink booze

writing poetry to awaken the soul
of sleeping monolithic society
its of no use ...

Once Upon A Time There Was An American Lady Who Called Me A Shia Thug





piercing the poetry
of my capricious soul
with a slug perhaps
she was uncomfortable
with my Chameleon like
mug..my cosmic rings
my colorful turban my
barefeet on my shoulders
a woven shawl like rug
her clawed nails into the
flesh of my poetry she dug..
an incident in Baghdad had
a demonic effect on her
fastidious demeanor..
an incident that was frivolous
media created humbug
i called her blog goddess
perhaps she did have feelings
of a sympathetic nature for
shutterbugs ..fondly remembered
through this post with love and hugs

sartorially signed by the shia thug..
sweet lady all is fair in love and war
please dont get bugged ..water
flowing freely from a bleeding jug..

There Is A Friendly Devil In All Of Us





he is friendly
but he could
 be worse
short of
being abusive
curt and terse
he follows me
with a pitchfork
in his hand
he rides a hearse
he is my doctor
he is my nurse
sometimes i
really wonder
if he is the one
who creates
my verse
my pathos
my poetic
pandemonium
my  pangs
my libidinous
 lust ashes to
ashes he
whispers
in my ears
i will
ultimately
quench
your thirst
you mortal
man a speck
of dust

physically
i corrode and rust
in god we trust
the bubble burst

Monday, January 26, 2015

Street Photography Explained





from wikipedia


Street photography is photography that features the human condition within public places and does not necessitate the presence of a street or even the urban environment. The subject of the photograph might be absent of people and can be an object or environment where the image projects a decidedly human character in facsimile or aesthetic.

Framing and timing are key aspects of the craft, with the aim of creating images at a decisive or poignant moment. Much of what is now widely regarded, stylistically and subjectively, as definitive street photography was made in the era spanning the end of the 19th Century through to the late 1970s; a period which saw the emergence of portable cameras. The portable camera enabled candid photography in public places became an issue of discussion. Street photographers create fine art photography (including street portraits) by capturing people in public places, often with a focus on emotions displayed, thereby also recording people's history from an emotional point of view. Social documentary photographers operate in public places documenting people and their behavior in public places for recording people's history and other purposes. Services like Google Street View also record the public place at a massive scale. Photojournalists work in public places, capturing newsworthy events, which may include people and private property visible from public places.

Origins[edit]
Europe[edit]
Paris is widely accepted as the birthplace of street photography.[citation needed] The cosmopolitan city helped to define street photography as a genre.[citation needed]

Eugene Atget is regarded as the father of the genre, not because he was the first of his kind, but as a result of his popularity as a Parisian photographer.[citation needed] As the city developed, Atget helped to promote the city streets as a worthy subject for photography. He worked in the city of Paris from the 1890s to the 1920s. His subject matter consisted mainly of architecture; stairs, gardens, and windows. He did photograph some workers but it is clear that people were not his main focus.

John Thomson, a Scotsman, photographed the street prior to Atget and had more of a social subject style than Atget. Though he does not receive the same amount of recognition, Thomson was vital in the transition from portrait and pictorial photography to capturing everyday life on the streets.[1]

Henri Cartier-Bresson, who has a reputation comparable to Atget, was a 20th-century photographer whose poetic style focused on the actions of people. He was responsible for the idea of taking a picture at the ideal moment. He was influenced by his interest in traditional art, as his ambition was to be a painter. This influence is revealed through his skill in combining timing and technique.[2]

United States[edit]
The beginnings of street photography in the United States can be linked to that of jazz in the music domain, both emerging as outspoken depictions of everyday life. This connection is visible in the work of the New York School of Photography. The New York School was not a formal institution, but rather comprised groups of photographers in the mid-20th century based in New York City. One of its most notable and influential photographers, Robert Frank, was a part of the beat movement interested in Black-American and counter cultures. Frank's 1958 book, The Americans, was significant. Raw and often out of focus,[3] Frank's images questioned mainstream photography of the time, such as Ansel Adams's landscapes, "challenged all the formal rules laid down by Henri Cartier-Bresson and Walker Evans" and "flew in the face of the wholesome pictorialism and heartfelt photojournalism of American magazines like Life and Time."[3] The mainstream photography community in America fiercely rejected Frank’s work, but the book later "changed the nature of photography, what it could say and how it could say it".[3] It was a stepping stone for fresh photographers looking to break away from the restrictions of the old style[1] and "remains perhaps the most influential photography book of the 20th century."[3]

Inspired by Frank, in the 1960s Garry Winogrand, Lee Friedlander and Joel Meyerowitz began photographing on the streets of New York. Phil Coomes, writing for BBC News in 2013, said "For those of us interested in street photography there are a few names that stand out and one of those is Garry Winogrand";[4] critic Sean O'Hagan, writing in The Guardian in 2014, said "In the 1960s and 70s, he defined street photography as an attitude as well as a style – and it has laboured in his shadow ever since, so definitive are his photographs of New York."[5]

Technique[edit]

Eddie Wexler: East Village, New York City, 1998
Most kinds of portable camera are used for street photography; for example rangefinders, digital and film SLRs, and point-and-shoot cameras. A commonly used focusing technique is zone focusing — setting a fixed focal distance and shooting from that distance — as an alternative to manual-focus and autofocus. The traditional (but not exclusive) focal lengths of 28 to 50 mm (in 35 mm terms), are used particularly for their angle of view and increased depth of field, but there are no exclusions to what might be used. Zone focusing also facilitates shooting "from the hip" i.e. without bringing the camera up to the eye. Alternatively waist-level finders and the tiltable LCD screens of digital cameras allow for composing or adjusting focus without bringing unwanted attention to the photographer.

Street photography versus documentary photography[edit]
Street photography and documentary photography can be very similar genres of photography that often overlap while having distinct individual qualities.

Documentary style is defined by its premeditated message and intention to record particular events in history. The documentary approach includes aspects of journalism, art, education, sociology and history. In documentary's social investigation, often the images are intended to pave way to social change. Street photography is disinterested in its nature, allowing it to deliver a true depiction of the world.[6] Street photographs are mirror images of society, displaying "unmanipulated" scenes, with usually unaware subjects.[2]

Legalities[edit]
Several legal cases in the United States and other countries, for example the Nussenzweig v. DiCorcia case, have established that taking, publishing and selling street photography (including street portraits) is legal without any need for the consent of those whose image appears in the photos, because photography is protected as free speech and artistic expression by the First Amendment in the US and Article 10 of the European Convention on Human Rights in the European Union.[7]

The issue of street photographers taking photos of strangers in public places without their consent (which is the definition of candid photography) for fine art purposes has been controversial in some countries, notably France,[8] even though France was the home of several well-known street photographers in past and present, for example Cartier-Bresson.[9]

While individuals may complain of privacy or civil inattention violations when they become the subject of candid photography, the work of photographers cannot be done in any other way and if candid photography were restricted then society and the future generations would lose works of art, educational images, newsworthy images, and images of people's history.[citation needed]

In France, a legal case between a street photographer and a woman appearing on a photo published in the photographer's book decreed that street photography without the consent of the subject is an important freedom in a democracy: "the right to control one’s image must yield when a photograph contributes to the exchange of ideas and opinions, deemed “indispensable” to a democratic society."[8]

From 15 March 2014 anyone taking photographs in Hungary is technically breaking the law if someone wanders into shot, under a new civil code that outlaws taking pictures without the permission of everyone in the photograph. This expands the law on consent to include the taking of photographs, in addition to their publication.[10]


en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_photography

The Mouse Trap...Love Jehad Ghar Wapsi ,,Put It Out Of Business




rusted beyond use
a mouse trap guilty
accused ..it caught
those who fell in its
love prison now by
detractors of both
communities attacked
paid media news
in a world of muslims
hindus with blinkers
on their conscience
watches bemused
layers of pain all
stacked highly fused
a poisonous pain
instantaneously
induced ,,love
once colorful
has lost its
hue ..a thought
within a thought
imbued ..giving
the devil its due

said the majnu of this
episode before you hit me
please step into my shoe..

66 Years Have Elapsed ...Another Republic Day




a round of claps
the poor have become
more poorer , the crook
commits a crime is never
caught the innocent man
takes the rap..on the face
of humanity another slap
hope got caught in a
mousetrap ..acche din
we are looking forward to
perhaps black money lies
over the ocean please
bring back the black money
economy strapped 15 years
congress rule a deficit and a
generation gap ..what happens
next wait and watch ..a girl
child cries in her mothers lap
dreading the thought of rape
molestation acid thrown at her
or burnt for not bringing dowry
will her life really be without
mishap..time snores is taking nap
let us not be a rape capital on
the worlds map...eternally entrapped

Salute To The Nation On Our 66 Republic Day




whether you are a muslim
or hindu christian or jew
if you live in India ,,respect
for the nation the flag is
the utmost due ..even
imam hussain said the first
loyalty to the country to
which you belong above all
things is holistically true

if you cant respect your
country's flag .. fuck you

Republic Day. The 66th Republic Day Celebrations Are On




i am too small
he looked at me
accusingly or to
the republic day
parade i would
have gone to
watch history
being made
obama modi
a new dawn
but i am stuck
 here at mahalaxmi
dhobi ghats as foreigners
take my picture ,,ask me
when i was born ,, i look
at them whimsically
camera porn..than an
american lady asks her
husband darling i need
to go the john...he looks
worried as there are no
toilets in this vicinity
the open air laundry
the driver blows the horn
tell the folks its time to
move on..i will never come
back to this goddamn city
of no toilets for foreigners
the angry american lady
has sworn...

happy republic day .
the show must go on ..

The Girl Child Was Born To Be Displaced




born in one house
to another house
her destination
her fate misplaced
if the husband is
good her in laws
are good no problems
will she face but if they
are rotten she will be
traumatized suffer
marital rape  burnt
for dowry her cosmic
fate defaced ..when she
dies by another rich lass
to be milked she will
be replaced ..hindustani
parampara hindustani
sanskriti ..bas lao dahez
nahi toh jala di jaogi ,,
hai ma bap ke kalejay
pe lagti hai thes.. when they
see their only daughters
burnt face ..hai ram
ya allah ..oh god
even you are helpless
the girl childs destiny
even you wont embrace

our own actions mock our race



When This Homeless Umbrella Lady Died She Left Everything Behind




at bandra reclamation
under a tattered umbrella
she made her home .
from the rains sun the
umbrella served as a
dome .she lived here
without ever standing
up dwarfish like a gnome
when she died the municipality
lifted her carcass skin n bones
as her mouth starving foamed
she never begged like a beggar
the streets she never roamed
she groomed herself bathing
with a bucket of water her
hair she combed .. my grand daughters
marziya and nerjis gave her their pocket
money ..humility is what she taught them
Jai Shree Ram Om Shanti Om..

Second Chance




everybody even god deserves a second chance …while media juggles truth public with a blindfold watches democracy’s dance

Cobbler Cobbler Mend My Shoes




stitch it
polish it
make it
glitzy
make it
stylish
make it
new
i have
to wear
it for my
best friends
wedding
a muslim girl
marrying a hindu
bollywood couple
best of two ,,
sweet soha
cute khemu

Street Photography Is An Art Form





pictures you shoot
visually palatable
than post it on the
net thanks to cable
pictures as poetry
perhaps not salable
pictures filled with
pathos pain pilfered
not amiable street
angst street life
added as label
thanks to google
search images
easily available
memories moments
energetically alive
emotionally
sustainable

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Obama will be the first U.S. president to attend India's Republic Day parade, ..




Obama will be the first U.S. president to attend India's Republic Day parade, ..

He wont see beggar children
selling our Indian flag our
country's USP it would degrade

or meet  Mr Arvind Kejriwal
self proclaimed anarchist .
the media made a bubble
that burst after 49 days

all the garbage removed
the city gets an upgrade
Swacch Bharat ..against
our litterbugs a new crusade

will he meet
bollywods
 most wanted
sharukh khan
salman khan
amir khan
at the republic
day parade
a thought
underplayed

or will he meet
mr kailash satyarthi
nobel prize winner
master of the poor
children s brigade

or will he meet
ms kiran bedi
the new bedi
wave ..or is it
a political gambit
outplayed ..

or will obama  try out
sarson ka sag makkai
ki roti.. dish homemade

the children of holy name
high school wish the first
lady ,,who danced to mee
hai koli ,,the very best
memories of that moment
will not fade ...the poet
is from the same school
poems in pictures
poetry misplaced .


Being Human

God was confused he did not know whether to make me a Hindu Sufi Shia Christian or Jew He mixed all the colors made a color new.. He ad...