These guys sit on the main Bandra Reclamation junction , and surely they pay hafta to the cops and the municipality , hafta is protection money for plying their trade and they will pay money for doing business here to the local don. so you to pay a price to survive in Mumbai even as a street barber .
And the workers slum dwellers , taxidriver , rickshadrivers mostly sit here for a shave or haircut ,,and this is the biggest hub of ricksha driver s ,, so the barbers are mostly busy ,, than there is mundan or religious tonsure or even the Muslim male childs circumcision,,which gets them extra money.
And if I pass this way to take a bus I shoot their pictures and I would rather shoot these common folks than run after celebrities ,,my granddaughter Nerjis has shot them too and as a 3 year old she is never intimidated by adults ,, and one day when I am gone she will remember these street moments nostalgically ,
This was shot yesterday while going to see my diabetes doctor at Mahim , and I shoot rapidly , my kind of photography most of the time has no time for composing and I prefer to point and shoot as these are not planned pictures these are forced on my pictorial consciousness by the Lord of Light and Shadows .
I chatted with the barbers , and the latest topic was the new barber cutting hair in their open air salon,, he was from Jharkand . the other two from Bihar I think..
I know them for so many years but I dont know their names I have never had time to sit with them talk to them , but yes I will shoot their video and bring them out of the wilderness of their surroundings let people know about the common working man a migrant in this case in Mumbai..Mumbai has given them home and if the satraps of their state like Mr Nitish Kumar and Mr Manjhi were not fighting for a bungalow and concentrated on jobs infrastructure I can assure these guys would never come to Mumbai to work as slaves a…
I have been coming to Nizam the bone setter since 15 years .. and have never gone to an orthopedist ever ..it takes about 5 days for my fracture to heal this is a hairline fracture while climbing the caves at Murud Janjira recently,, and too much pain.
A bonesetter is a practitioner of joint manipulation. Before the advent of chiropractors, osteopaths, and physical therapists, bonesetters were the main providers of this type of treatment. Bonesetters would also reduce joint dislocations and "re-set" bone fractures.
lights bright ,,i was
to turn this into
black and white
the soul of garbage
a mortal fight for
some an awful sight
for beggar poets
street art in poetic
flight ,, garbage
where god lives
on this burial site
as man generates
rites even angels
take fright ..as crows
goats rats dogs cats
nibble in delight ..
poetry and pathos
unison re unite
as the suns rays
envision to excite
i offer my prayers
to the lord of the flies
despite the mosquito
bites ..a garbage god
humble human polite
eyeless to wastelands
of human plight
He is the same beggar I had shot a few days back and given him money and Advocate Ashish Shelar our MLA had seen me with him and given him Rs100 ,,So I tried to wonder what he was thinking ,,And he is new to our Bandra Bazar area and he stands at this corner ..begging silently without opening his mouth , his one hand stretched out ,
And they come to Bandra West with a cosmic hope , and there are a lot of folks who give without letting the left hand know what the right hand is doing.
The two senior most beggars of Bandra Bazar Road are Khwajah Bhai and Jaffar Bhai.. and both are well known and beg with humility dignity and grace .
And I would rather shoot beggars , than go a hundred miles away to shoot caves or the Vasai Fort ruins ,, I would never think of going to places that I visited last week as a tourist guide but I did it without gain or profit merely as Indians we follow a tradition Devo Atithi Bhava that means Guest is God and Hospitality is akin to Godliness ..I kept my wo…
arrogance and pride
your expensive lenses
camera your egoistic
soul deprived ..you
are more dead as a
alive tears on the
soul of a tourist guide
did you really shoot
india the camera
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
i use my DSLR
as an amateur
fuck f stops
rules i refute
i dont compose
i merely point
i shoot what i
to capture on
the soul of
as a poetic
souls i steal
as they watch
me mute ..
held in cages
on my Flickr
wise man astute
for their roots ..
yes it is souls of
mortals i loot
please dont shoot like me and insult your vision dear photographer of repute from a great institute ..carry on with your elitist photographic pursuit ..may god make you an artist absolute ,,
me on my part i use my camera as a prostitute fucking her mind her cosmic reach..shooting the children of a lesser god destitute ,,i could still shoot pictures without my cosmic camera a will resolute ,,it was an accidental tragedy that we met on the same route ,,your pride your arrogance may it bear fruit
And this is Bandra Reclamation very close to Hotel Rang Sharda , I am going towards the MET Cricket grounds for my daily morning walk..what beats me is that the size of the garbage bin is far too small for the size of the slums in the vicinity ,,All the slum residents take a potshot to throw the garbage and most of the time the aim misfires .
And stringent fines even caning wilt not stop the people from littering it is in the DNA of the Mumbaikar to litter it runs in his bloodstream and he loves to throw garbage out of the window , sometimes he loves to deliberately throw the garbage in his neighbors porch and the Mumbaikar also loves to pee on the streets , shit and spit it is all part of his DNA.
So I have tried to be less myopic and now try to see garbage not as garbage but as Art .. the ultimate street Art and Mumbaikars are born Garbage Artists , crows cats dogs goats love this awesome street Art . they come plunder this art adding their own skills of re arrangement ,, like flow…
I am learning to shoot videos , and I wish I had more knowledge of technique and confidence ,
I wish I had shot the few places like Ajmer , Haji Malang Zinda Shah Madar on video.. and even now I have not shot videos on my DSLR but on my mobile phone Motorola G ,
I shot these videos to give you a feel of my world ,,as stills do not give that much needed sense of pathos passion or reality .
I shot all these videos lately and simply and as I saw it , and my videos are a tribute to the common people of my Mumbai be it the Municipal Conservancy staff with no safety gear or the ear cleaners confused lost as they will be evicted from where they sit at Bandra Talao once it is renovated .
I wish I could join some video classes but things are not to fine my end ,,and I will learn to shoot videos edit them one day ,, learning is the only path towards wisdom.
be it a 71 year old nun
a child a young boy
all they have on their
mind is to rape screw
nothing you can do
misplaced swach bharat
that tells women fuck you
i feel ashamed at all
the nirbhayas even god
cant save them its true
we just want to clean
street garbage with
a broom as the real
garbage moves around
freely sexually assaulting
the soul of humanity phew
a disease worse than swine
flu ..how to stop rapes
despite stringent laws
the lady with the blind
fold has no clue ,,,
Sai Baba of Shirdi (1838 – 15 October 1918; resided in Shirdi), also known as Shirdi Sai Baba, was an Indian spiritual master who was and is regarded by his devotees as a saint, fakir, and satguru, according to their individual proclivities and beliefs. He was revered by both his Hindu and Muslim devotees, and during, as well as after, his life it remained uncertain if he was a Hindu or a Muslim himself. This however was of no consequence to Sai Baba himself. Sai Baba stressed the importance of surrender to the guidance of the true Satguru or Murshid, who, having gone the path to divine consciousness himself, will lead the disciple through the jungle of spiritual training.
Sai Baba remains a very popular Master, especially in India, and is worshiped by people around the world. He had no love for perishable things and his sole concern was self-realization. He taught a moral code of love, forgiveness, helping others, charity, contentment, inner peace, and devotion to God and g…
The holy day falls in the Shukla Paksha on the Navami, the ninth day of the month of Chaitra in the Hindu calendar. Thus it is also known as Chaitra Masa Suklapaksha Navami, and marks the end of the nine-day Chaitra-Navaratri (Vasanta Navaratri) celebrations. Rama navami is one of the most important Hindu festivals.
Rama Nawami (Devanāgarī: राम नवमी; IAST: Rāma navamī) is a Hindu festival, celebrating the birth of the god Rama to King Dasharatha and Queen Kausalya in Ayodhya. Rama, the seventh avatar of Vishnu, is the oldest known god having human form.   The holy day falls in the Shukla Paksha on the Navami, the ninth day of the month of Chaitra in the Hindu calendar. Thus it is also known as Chaitra Masa Suklapaksha Navami, and marks the end of the nine-day Chaitra-Navaratri (Vasanta Navaratri) celebrations. Rama navami is one of the most important Hindu festivals.
At some places the festival lasts the whole nine days of the Navaratri, thus the period is called 'Sri Ra…
I shot this at 7.30 am today while going for my morning walk.. I had stopped walking for last three days due to my hectic schedule and even this morning due to the horrendous heat I had thought of skipping my walk..but the idea of walking in the evening at the MET gardens is chaotic with unruly kids ..in the evening the MET Cricket grounds becomes a Miya Park..of utter confusion and the security guards are too scared of being beaten by the Muslim kids so they shut their lips .. and the senior citizens bear the brunt.
I walked about 5 km came home slept and went out in the evening and shot the Ram Navmi Saibaba Palki at Jain Mandir Road Bandra on my mobile phone.
For me in the mornings there is no escape from garbage ,,god had decided that it is garbage I must shoot and end up as garbage once I leave this filthy earthly surroundings of my backyard..and for the dirt filth and neglect of Bandra Bazar Road the residents , the Bandra Municipality and the BJP local representatives and the…
he is a blind man
with the aid of a
stick he walks
he begs he pleads
but in silence to
me he talked
when you are
religion does not
matter ..it is charity
the essence of
humanity .. bulwark
beggars gods lost
tribe forgotten flock
Babulnath is an ancient Shiva temple in Mumbai, India. Situated on a small hillock near Girgaum Chowpatty, it is one of oldest temples in the city, Shiva in the form of the Lord of the Babul tree is the main deity in this temple. The faithful climb up to the temple and obtain Darshan of the shivling and obtain blessings of the Lord. It is also possible to take an elevator up to the temple. The temples is visited by lakhs of devotees on annual Mahashivratri festival.
Since Raja Bhimdev's Time
Front view of the Temple'
Babulnath Temple Shiva Linga and Idols were originally consecrated in the 12th century by the then Hindu king Raja Bhimdev of the region. Over a period of time the temple was buried and lost over a period of time. The idols were re-discovered (unearthed) during the period of 1700 to 1780. The first temple was built in the 1780 year.
'Babulnath, Maharashtriyan style'
When rediscovered, 5 original idols were dug out. That of the main Shiva Linga…
Banganga or Banganga Tank is an ancient water tank which is part of the Walkeshwar Temple Complex in Malabar Hill area of Mumbai in India.
See also: History of Mumbai
The Tank was built in the 1127 AD, by Lakshman Prabhu, a minister in the court of Silhara dynasty kings of Thane.
It was rebuilt in 1715 AD, out of a donation for the Walkeshwar Temple by Rama Kamath. The main temple, has been reconstructed since then and is at present a reinforced concrete structure of recent construction.
Banganga in Mythology
Banganga Temple sikhara
According to local legend, it sprang forth when the Lord Ram, the exiled hero of the epic Ramayana, stopped at the spot in search of his kidnapped wife Sita.
As the legend goes, overcome with fatigue and thirst, Rama asked his brother Lakshmana to bring him some water. Laxman instantly shot an arrow into the ground, and water gushed forth from the ground, creating a tributary of the Ganges, which flows over a thousand miles…
Simon Peter or Cephas, the first Pope, Prince of the Apostles, and founder, with St. Paul, of the See of Rome. Peter was a native of Bethsaida, near Lake Tiberias, the son of John, and worked, like his brother St. Andrew, as a fisherman on Lake Genesareth. Andrew introduced Peter to Jesus, and Christ called Peter to become a disciple.
In Luke is recounted the story that Peter caught so large an amount of fish that he fell down before the feet of Jesus and was told by the Lord, “Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching men”.
Jesus also gave Simon a new name: Cephas, or the rock. Becoming a disciple of Jesus, Peter acknowledged him as “…the Messiah, the son of the living God”. Christ responded by saying: “…you are Peter and upon this rock I will build my church… He added: “I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven. Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven; and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven”.
The Old Church: The foundation of the original St Peter’s Church was laid in April 12, 1852, by Bishop Hartmann. The Church was completed in September 1853. It measured approximately 100 by 75 feet. In 1867 a second storey was added to the old top floor.
The storey above the Church was at first used as the priests’ residence and parish school. In 1855, the Jesuit Seminary was transferred from Surat to Bandra, and the seminary and the parish schools were merged. In 1863, the seminary was again transferred to Bombay, and the Boys’ Orphanage from Bombay came to Bandra. This was the beginning of the St Stanislaus’ High School.
The New Church: As far back as August 1887, the then Archbishop of Bombay issued the following appeal: “The poor parish of St. Peter’s Bandora, numbers with the orphans (boys and girls) 2215 souls and has for a church the floor of the boys’ Orphanage. This place is much too small and is ill-suited for divine service. A new and more spacious Church is much needed an…
The heat was giving these kids a real bad time but this disciplined polite lot represented the spirit of their College Country and Jesus Christ.
They were dedicated and with their music touching the hearts of peace and humanity ,,they were focused and watching them added joy to my photography I wish I could have shot each face and their emotional ecstasy and their passion.
This new series is my humble tribute as a Muslim photographer to the parents of these gifted members of Eton College Chapel Choir at my favorite Church St Peter Bandra where God actually peaks in through the colorful stained windows .
About Eton College Chapel.
Eton College Chapel is the chapel of Eton College, an independent school in the United Kingdom.
Never completed owing to the Wars of the Roses, the Chapel should have been a little over double its current length; a plaque on a building opposite the West End marks the point to which it should have reached. The Chapel is built in the late Gothic or Perpendi…
These kids from the elite Eton College were at the Church rehearsing their music for their performance at the Church after 8 Pm Mass,, Much as I wanted to go and shoot it but I was with Linda and did not go for the same .
But at the rehearsal I shot two videos and loads of images . I hope the English kids who were having a tough time to coping the Mumbai hot humid weather will enjoying seeing these as sweet memories of their sojourn in Mumbai.
And for me even as a Muslim St Peter Church adds to my inner peace and my Church memories of my old school and the exquisite Wodehouse Holy Name Cathedral at Colaba .
St Peter Church used to be my escape and I shot Jesus his followers his clergy and the Silhouette of the Holy Spirit plying hide and seek with me near the marble statue of Jesus Christ.
And Fr Jaun the Vhurch pastor has been my friend teacher mentor , this Spanish Priest who speaks fluent Marathi has spent 63 years in Mumbai.. he too had met Mother Theresa that is why I had bough…
This ends a backlog I have another memory card to go...I have had a tiring week, a tiring day and I slept ..and this series are pictures in and around Bandra Bazar Road close to where I stay and after using Facebook to be connected to my friend I finall shut it down I am not much into likes and pokes and hugs .
I guess I dont have the required time or patience to use Facebook but it is nice to get back to your friends I was out of Facebook for almost one year and now I dont know when I shall go back to the loony bin.
Well man must live with good memories only .. I enjoyed revisiting places that perhaps would have never visited on my own.. I feel emancipated in spirit .. now I have to get back to my work to my walking routine and getting back to controlling my blood sugar .
Ever since I began strenuously walking at MET I have no appetite and for last three days I have not gone for my daily walks ,, I will start again from tomorrow ,, people who dont have much money consider time thei…
The Haji Ali Dargah is a mosque and dargah (tomb) located on an islet off the coast of Worli in the Southern part of Mumbai. Near the heart of the city proper, the dargah is one of the most recognisable landmarks of Mumbai.
An exquisite example of Indo-Islamic Architecture, associated with legends about doomed lovers, the dargah contains the tomb of Sayed Peer Haji Ali Shah Bukhari.
The Haji Ali Dargah was constructed in 1431 in memory of a wealthy Muslim merchant, Sayyed Peer Haji Ali Shah Bukhari, who gave up all his worldly possessions before making a pilgrimage to Mecca. Hailing from Bukhara (present day Uzbekistan), Bukhari travelled around the world in the early to mid 15th century, and then settled in present day Mumbai.
According to legends surrounding his life, once the Saint saw a poor woman crying on the road, holding an empty vessel. He asked her what the problem was, she sobbed that her husband would t…
He is a Muslim migrant from Uttar Pradesh he works at a decorators shop as a helper at Bandra Bazar Road. I dont know his name but I like to shoot him and he obliges me without getting mad as some Muslims do.
And there are some faces in Bandra I can go on shooting forever ,, this is one of those faces ..
This picture has a story , I saw her shot her and than realized I had no memory card in my camera , so I was moving away but a part of me , the street photographer part got the better of me I inserted a card in my camera gave her money and shot these few frames on my telly lens .
And she is begging , she is not from Bandra perhaps from one of the distant pockets in the suburbs Mumbra.
They come to Bandra as people are kind and generous towards beggars , and as there are many Mosques in Bandra they get money food clothing from the rich Muslims and even the poor Muslims offer them alms.
And one of my photo documentary thesis is on Muslim beggars over 4000 images shot of Muslim beggars in Mumbai and other parts of India that I have visited .
Most Muslim beggars are found outside Jama Masjid Delhi , Nizamuddin Aulia Delhi and you can go on shooting them , in my case forever .
There are Muslim beggars in Mumbai at Holy Shrines Mosques.
In Lucknow you find them in the old city and during …
is all that i know
beggars stalk me
follow me wherever
i go ..much as i try
to avoid them
like coal embers
on my soul they
glow coaxing me
world to the
rest of the world
i must cosmically
show ..blind beggars
cripple , lepers , dwarfs
on the screen of my
conscience as they
flow .. beggars lost tribe
of a rich mans god that
god happiness to them
wont bestow .the god
of today needs huge
garlands of money
gold silver diamond
studded shawls swanky
cars ..as the man who gives
them all this knows that
his money will hundred times
grow ..while the poor beggar
who takes gods name a million
times is mercifully left to his woes
beggar poet feels the pain of the beggars ,, up close
it was not his passion for photography that gods camera
he chose .. a teardrop of the beggar as a poem he froze
he was from
the state of
in a humble
always out of
funds no job
no hope he
came to Mumbai
to beg..by fate
to this city of
he was cosmically
a door god had
opened and to
lucky no alms
he was disheartened
he was hoping to make
enough money to his home
return..sad sullen his beard
all whitened .he told me
man is an isolated island
mumbai was not at all
the city of joy that he
had envisioned ,,,
Vasai is a large fort in Vasai village, in the Vasai taluka (county) of the District of Palghar, Konkan Division, Maharashtra State, Republic of India. The name "Bassein" is the English version of the Portuguese "Baçaim" (with the "ç" spoken as "s" and with the "m" silent), itself a version of an apparently native name that may have a connection to the Vasa Konkani tribals of the North Konkan region, extending from Mumbai into "South Gujarat." The Marathi name of the place is Vasai.
The complete form of the Portuguese name is "Fortaleza de São Sebastião de Baçaim" or the Fort of St. Sebastian of Vasai. The Vasai fort is a monument of national importance and is protected by the Archaeological Survey of India.
The fort and the village are accessible most easily through the Vasai Road Railway Station, which itself is in Manikpur-Navghar, a part of the newly raised City of Vasai…