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The Day After Bakra Eid

posted at Facebook

As I was taking my rounds this morning after playing tennis I had words thoughts swarming my inner consciousness like a cluster of flies on the garbage that I shoot every morning ,, and I am posting those thoughts now directly to Facebook.
A lot of you know me since ages so I I dont need to give disclaimers , explanations . why I shoot what I shoot ,, there are those who added me recently Pais Kamaths Shenoys others from the erstwhile GSB community .. I just added them back ,,normally I add people directly if we have common friends ,, people without profile picture or without profile and backstory of their life I simply delete ..and I dont want you shitting your bigotry hate narrow mindedness on my Facebook timeline ,,if you have problems with Hindus Sunnis Shias others than I am not a person you should add at all..
Dont simply add me because of my religiosity or my sect .. but do add me if you love photography , humanity ,, blogging I hate you all when you tag me unnecessarily to promote your faith your political party your preference you bigotry whatsoever .
I add people at Facebook on good faith and if your updates are to hurt others I simply unfollow your feeds as I type with one finger I have just a few people on my feed I dont use the Facebook like button I comment either with Nice Cool or more elaborately.
Now the most important part of my swarming thoughts I shoot seasons of religiosity and faith ,,as it affects me all of you .. I shoot long lengthy storyboards at Flickr the source of all my blogs and my archive of 353000 images since I joined Flickr in 2007.I post my thoughts here only for friends I hate the faceless Facebook Public.. But I post all my stuff publicly at Flickr Twitter Tumblr Blogspot ,,
I shoot not to hurt your faith or your sense sensibility I am not a Congressman nor a BJP nor RSS nor from any Muslim party or Shia Anjuman..I am part of no group..a very dear friend has added me to socks and shoes ironically I mostly walk barefeet in memory of a friend who has no legs no hands I walk for him and try to feel his pain he has gone missing since a few years now.
I shoot with my opinionated camera I shoot not for you I shoot for myself I shoot with my shortcomings my fragmented mind but I shoot with the vision of the poetry of my soul,. and as a poet photography takes an entire new dimension.. you will see a beggar I see Muslim misplaced charity and mind you I have lived with beggars begged with beggars I am not a rich man but I do what I can to help a few families through friends like you ,,I could never do it alone and I am more than lucky to have friends like you the best of the best here at Facebook and Flickr too ,, I have recently made a lot of friends at Twitter too .
I normally came to Facebook in good faith but at times an issue or other mostly with my Shia images of bloodletting that would get reported I would leave Facebook,,I left for long duration and than came back because of my friends .. I missed them terribly ,, most of my albums on Shiasm , my poetry blogs are still locked up at Facebook.
If you have problems with what I shoot I dont promote proselyte Shiasm I am sure you know all that I get kicked by Shias too for the wrong reasons obviously you dont expect a Shia from the neigboring country or a hicktown to take kindly my wearing saffron living eating breathing with Naga Sadhus ,, and I am not going to change or follow what your parents bequeathed you ,, my parents gave me the love of all religion.. my parents for me were one of a kind they were staunch followers of the Shia faith but living in Mumbai as migrants from Lucknow they adapted to the waters of their new surroundings away from a parochial pond ,, I am the product of their upbringing I will not borrow your parentage ,, whether you browbeat me with your hate comments or messages .
I was into drugs that I stopped after marriage but I could not unhook myself from the bottle of rum it took my wifes best efforts and the love of my children to change me and I gave u Booze since 17 years now I dont drink at all.. I always thought that my creativity my juices flowed because of Alcohol now I dont think it flows because of the cosmic eye in my camera .
I have had great Gurus of photography I am still unlearning my textbook of photography is not Facebook or Twitter only Flickr I follow 2000 great photographers I am inspired by them.. and I see their Flickr timeline and I try to grow through their works and effort ,,
I taught my grandchildren to hold the camera firmly ,, pictures came and will keep on coming ,, they are my only dedicated disciples and blood of my blood .
So dont waste your time judging me through the pictures I shoot ,, my best pictures I could never shoot so I began shooting life without a camera used a bit of text instead of images , I am a street poet I see poetry on the streets and I share it .. but dont force feed you with it you have a right to skip, move on and the right to remove me from your feeds absolutely ,. I dont lick your ass for your Likes you dont have to like my stuff at all ,, but sometimes what I shoot might connect with you mystically ,, photography is a mystical medium..I have shot monks bawas that could stop your camera make it brain dead irreversibly ,,
I am not a fan of Saudi Arabia or any other Arab country .. I have great Jew friends but I am not a fan of Israel but I dont post links or pictures from the net to instigate I shoot my own pictures ,,
My wife wants me to see Karbala once she has seen it several times .. but my Karbala is India my Dharam Bhoomi and my Karam Bhoomi .. I pray others get that opportunity to see Karbala people more devoted than me ,, and if I ever get a ticket I will give it to some poor Shia true lover of Imam Hussain ,, I search for Hussain in India in the various cities where I shoot Ashura Chehlum.. I dont shoot Moharam or participate in Moharam in Mumbai my personal reasons .
And I love shooting goats bleeding because in a few weeks I will be bleeding like a slaughtered goat my daggers are ready to etch their sorrow on the furrows of my skull..
Sadal Wida Hussaina Ya Hasrata Hussaina .
Lastly I shoot Malangs but it is a way of life that I document only but do not follow ,,
The beggar Muslim lady was waiting for namaz to end ,, she clutched my money in her hands that was neither her salvation or mine.
I dont use Facebook to sell a product or my pictures I dont use Facebook for fame money or gain.. I use Facebook to stay connected with my friends all of you new old ,, I pimp my blogs on Twitter ,,so I have finally said what I have to say ,,, please read it in good faith ,,

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