I shot them in 2005 almost 10 years back at Turner Road Bandra iconic Traffic signal ..what happened to them are they alive or dead ..They have fought death running behind moving cars rickshas , they fought death living on the mound near Bandra Reclamation , and death got tired playing games with them.
And the cycle of pain of their life does not end , one generation , moves away away another generation comes to take their place at a new traffic signal.
The new generation new crop new faces semi nude dirty faces , now can be found near the Pamposh Linking Road Traffic signal or near the Khar Telephone exchange signal,
The girls now pretty , mature clapping their hands being cars begging as hijras .. this is the story of their new avatar ,, I documented it all.
I dont shoot them anymore , most of the older boys now manning other signals in the suburbs ,,the parents one never saw hen they begged , hidden away from public eyes they gambled drank fornicated , they allowed the younger girls to get pregnant as the new born baby was their investment ,, bringing in more money , drugged begging on the shoulders of another frail semi nude child.
I never saw any NGO or any social activist fighting for theor rights , the cops hand in glove ..saw all this but never had human feelings to stop it and sadly our cops have no humanity its all about big bucks.
I as a photographer shot these pictures neither for money nor for frame.I shot them so one day it would awaken people in high places from their long somnolence .
The parents enjoyed life through the prolonged misery of these children, and the disease of one generation passed on to the next .. the disease insensitivity money had to be made at all costs ,My picture stories are real.. these kids other kids and other traffic signals of heartless Mumbai.
Whether you could sleep with these children.. with money you could sleep with their drunken mothers too..
