I am hardly called by my name among the Sufi monks ascetics , my Dam Madar Peer Masoomi Baba and Syed Rafiq Baba in the picture learning photography from me on my Canon DSLR call me Maulaiee ,, follower of Ali.. the others call me Mastan or Camere wale Baba,, this is the name I was called by the Chancawali Rifais of Mumbai.. The Monk who Uses The Camera ..
Photography is almost a delusional question what came first camera or photography ,, the dumbfucked will say Vision.. and get fucked by his own Vision.. luckily my vision is encapsulated as garbage happy .. I see garbage I shoot garbage , and Garbage follows me intrinsically wherever I go..it follows me to Ajmer to Lucknow and other cities ..I taught my grandkids photography forcing them to shoot Garbage ..and this was much before Modiji dreamed of Swach Bharat .. much before he unceremoniously grabbed the Broom of the Aam Admi Party..
Now all my photographer friends from abroad want to shoot the iconic garbage dump in my backyard ,,,one of them says it bought her luck she got married to her best friends boyfriend .. he dumped his ex in the garbage of life ..So I was not surprised when both my Malang mentors asked me to teach them photography.. I made them first tie a black cloth on their eyes and told them to go on shooting ,, darkness and create images from nothingness ,, they are both great shots now ,,but they refused to teach me exorcism.. or dua tawiz.. they said I have to wait as I am the lowest step in the hierarchy of monks or Malangs.
Photography made boisterously talkative ,,I talk soliloquize my inner angst it is called blogging I do it with my pictures and dont beg borrow or steal another mans picture ,, this is called original content , I shoot and create my own videos too..
I do it with my DSLR and my indefatigable mobile phone ,,HTC Desire 826 ,, the poor mans photoshooting mobile .. and shooting pictures is best way of healing yourself and others ,,photography I found even after shooting garbage people peeing on the roads could make you a poet and a painter of light...
And from a Malang I can seamlessly become a Sadhu when I go and meet my Naga Sadhu Guru from Juna Akhara , and I have taught him Photography too... on my Canon DSLR.. he loves it , gets excited like a little child goes in raptures seeing what he shot on the camera monitor ..
I did try to teach photography to the deformed beggar at Dhai Djinn Ka Jhopda .Ajmer . much before his wife eloped with another beggar leaving him with two kids .. Life can be fucked cruel even when you are a helpless beggar ,, now he hates photography I dont blame him , I unfriend him on Facebook and Whats Up.. he was getting to be a pain in the wrong side of my rectum.
