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My Kama Matam Athvi Lucknow Kazmain 2015

On 7 Rabilawal I bought this white chiken kurta from Chowk..it is symbolic as a kafan or winding sheet that we wear before we do kama matam..self infliction as a protest against the oppressors and persecutors of our Faith ,, this is the longest protest in our own blood ,, and it will never stop from one generation to the next.

And I first began this protest here in Lucknow during Athvi 7 Rabilwal and I was once again back at Kazmain and my granddaughters Marziya and Nerjis watched me as I did my Tandav on the soul of Shimr ..

And I had not cut myself this Chehlum.. and please use your discretion seeing these images I bled a lot and I have never in my life done the kama matam for such a long time ,, simply because no one dared to snatch the daggers from my hands I had made sure thanks to Baney Bhai the head of the kama matam anjuman in Lucknow .

I used both my daggers from Pushkar blessed at the Brahma Mandir by my Hindu friend Raj Telik who supplies me my daggers ..all he says when y…

Main Musalman Hoon .. Mere Desh Ki Ek Pehchan Hoon

Born in Captivity

the pain pathos
lifes drama of poor
people living on the
streets of mumbai city
no fans no lights no
electricity but the will
to survive without pity
defiantly fighting the
bulldozers of mumbai
municipality ,,waiting for
the right moment to build
a hut living of rich mans
charity ,,only in death
they will share equality

The Art of Earcleaning Explained

Aye Shiyon Ke Mehman Khuda Hafiz O Nazir

Even God Cant Save The Muslim Beggar Born In Captivity

This was shot in 2013 during Chehlum Lucknow and there are many beggars like her near the Talkatora cemetery shouting their lungs out for alms ,,I dont recollect but there were a lot of Kashmiris too begging with pictures of the deluge during the same time I presume ,..and for a Muslim beggar begging is a life sentence a lifetime punishment . And I document the pain pathos struggle of the Muslim Beggars ,,their children too take too begging and they gradually become professional beggars ,, their will to work disappears and having begged got money they will not slave for another person. And its about self respect too once it has been mortgaged on the streets there is nothing left but beggary .

Black Madonna On The Streets Of Mumbai

pinjare ke panchhi re, tera dadr na jaane koe

vidhi ne teri katha likhi aansu mein kalam duboe 

pradip sab

I got a Pro Head Tennis Racquet as a birthday present from my Coach Surendra Pawar.

I had taken the Avle ki Chutney and lassun ki Roti for Mrs Pawar coach's wife and before I could say anything my coach presented me a brand new racquet thought I requested him to give my Cosco racquet to some deserving poor tennis player . I had tears of gratitude when I received this precious gift from my dear coach and Fabian Namory my tennis mate shot our pictures as sweet memories .

The humble panwala Bandra Reclamation .

He sees me every morning going to play tennis and does not forget to greet me , he sits opposite my friend Kaleem bhais stall ..Kaleem Bhai makes puris and vegetable kheema for the migrant ricksha drivers and all this is close to the Bandra Sunni Mosque where my dear friend Ahad Bhai reads the Urdu newspapers he is one of the person's in my recent post Peaceful Muslims of Bandra and that is the beauty of Bandra we are one as Muslims though we may hail from different sects .
There is no sectarian hate animosity among the Muslims of Bandra .
And the panwala is a Muslim so I thought why not shoot his video and his picture it made him happy important but I politely refused the Banarsi pan he offered him .
As my dad was from Lucknow he ate pan and so did both my grandmothers they had their own ancestral pandan
My wife's family gave me a pandan on my wedding day and it was made of brass but when Asif Shakir my son got married in Lucknow my wife gave the pandan to a brass dealer and bou…

The Woodcarvers of Bandra SV Road.

The few shops at Bandra selling artistic hand carved frames rocking chairs center table other woodden items know me well as the few friendly ones allow me shoot them .
There are some more after the Juma Masjid Bandra and at Mahim near St Michael Church a few off Mahim Causeway .
I have only shot the Bandra SV Road wood carvers and when my foreigner photographer friends want curios I bring them here and these guys give them a hefty discount ..they respect me a lot .
We all love beautiful things and the art that goes in making beautiful things ..and watching these guys patiently carving wood is real joy for the eyes that normally shoot filth and garbage .
And if you have an inclination and depth of thought there is a lot to shoot .
And sadly I don't have the time or the money to run to the mountains or foreign locales so I shoot the humble glory of my Bandra backyard ..it has a soul and it is metaphorically real even as an imagined thought .
Street stories should be shot like a story boar…

Khichda Being Prepared As Niyaz At Bandra Slaughter House Slums

He sees me every morning going to play tennis and does not forget to greet me , he sits opposite my friend Kaleem bhais stall ..Kaleem Bhai makes puris and vegetable kheema for the migrant ricksha drivers and all this is close to the Bandra Sunni Mosque where my dear friend Ahad Bhai reads the Urdu newspapers he is one of the person's in my recent post Peaceful Muslims of Bandra and that is the beauty of Bandra we are one as Muslims though we may hail from different sects .
There is no sectarian hate animosity among the Muslims of Bandra .
And the panwala is a Muslim so I thought why not shoot his video and his picture it made him happy important but I politely refused the Banarsi pan he offered him .
As my dad was from Lucknow he ate pan and so did both my grandmothers they had their own ancestral pandan
My wife's family gave me a pandan on my wedding day and it was made of brass but when Asif Shakir my son got married in Lucknow my wife gave the pandan to a brass dealer and…

Do Lepers Celebrate Mothers Day ?

I left home yesterday in a hurry I am busy with some film work.. I left my mobile phone at home and did not realize it till I saw these new beggars in my area .. Bandra Bazar Road ,,And I shoot lepers .. and I did not want to rush home get my camera and capture them..I let the moment pass me by but I willed the moment to return with a demonic passion called street photography .
This morning as I was returning home I saw them in the market Bazar Road and before I gave them money generously I shot two videos and these 3 frames ,, I can go on shooting lepers forever ,,and the fair and lovely cream will never have a leper mother and the child as their model...
I used to document the life of a Hindu lady a leper who converted to Christianity, but the custodians of Jesus .. could not give Maria her salvation she begged on the road at Boran Road , she has left Mumbai but will return I am sure.. I wanted to connect her with Sister Christobel a healer and helper of the poor ..from Mother Ther…

The Poor Muslim Was Taken For A Royal Ride By All Political Parties

He is from Malda West Bengal,and most of the Muslim beggars in Mumbai begging in predominantly Muslim colonies  Muslim slums Muslim ghettos are from Malda or Murshidabad ,,

Why are they leaving their homes , city village town undergoing hardship living in worst human condition begging in Mumbai..Mumbai is a city of dreams but it can be a very heartless city for the migrants ,,very unfriendly somtimes and unapproachable .

Those who make it in Mumbai ..marry another beggar and start life afresh..their kids also beg..

And at Shastri Nagar Santa Cruz close to the Bus Depot , close to the mosque , men woman children begging ..Muslims begging from Muslims ,, and I knew he was from Malda much before he told me that..

And the leaders from the cities they come from dont care a bit .. and they beg grovel.. but they will remain a beggar all their lives ,,

I Shoot Urban Chaos

I cannot shoot
glitz and gloss
i only shoot
what i was
destined too
shoot effect and cause
no candy floss
i dont have to go
down under a photo
editors desk to get
a picture published
i am my own boss
i carry my camera
comically like jesus
s cross ,,shoot the
pain poetry of life
that comes across

the boy and the bull..a magnetic cosmic pull

life can be half empty or half full

The Nizami Murid calls himself a Malang .

ly one person can pass through .
The workers get their lunch on a system called BC Rs 450 for six days .
I have not tried their food and was too ashamed to shoot it it is bad but this is the cheapest best food for the migrant workers where I come all of them hail from Bihar ..once in a while my wife makes biryani and zarda for them .
They call my wife Bhabiji and as I was bought up in the Kurla slums 62 years back it has become part of my inner angst .The slums have not left me at all ..the beggars hijras would invite me to their slums in Dharavi but I never could make it the largest number of commercial and beggar hijras live in the Shastri Nagar Slums .
I also visit the Maharashtra Nagar Slums too my masters coat workshops ..here.
I have had the most hectic day yesterday a meeting with Mr Gautam Adhikari sab and his family back to work and a hurried trip to town for a film order dinner was roasted buff tongue sent by our neighbors I had it for a change than at 10.30 pm spoke to my grand…

The Drug Addict infested Shastri Nagar Slums

I have to pass this way to go to the Bandra Slaughter House Slums and behind the garbage bins at any given time the drug addicts dangerous notorious sit her shooting their syringes they are not scared of anyone and even cop vans that pass this way look the other way and this is a densely populated Muslim locality and all Muslim inhabitated slums are the dirtiest filthiest and they just love to fling the garbage on the road instead of the garbage bins perhaps they too are scared of the drug addicts I shoot garbage and I am not a fake sanctimonious activist that you find a dime a dozen ass licking some political party or the other .
Pimping the agenda of any political party gets you pocket money too I stay away from all political parties ..I am a photographer and I poeticize the ugliness of Bandra .
Bandra where I stay is not Carter Road or Chintujis Pali hill or Sharukh and Salmans Bandstand .
I stay on the dark side of the moon at Bandra bazaar road a few years back while we were going t…

The Dabbawalas having lunch from their tiffins.

Most of the dabbawalas of Mumbai know me as I shot them on the only day they bunked from work to support Anna Hazares India against corruption at Azad Maidan and I shot them prolifically ..and I am a Mumbaikar and I love the Dabbawalas they are the breath and spirit of our beautiful Mumbai you can find a bit of every Indian city in Mumbai but you will never find a Mumbai in any other state of Akhand Bharat .
There never was and will never be another Mumbai in any part of India ,Mumbai is the only original smart city a city of dreams a city of hope and yes a city of our hard-working world famous punctual Dabbawalas .
And earlier I blogged at Flickr now i blog at Facebook and what is a blog if it has a borrowed picture and no fucking original content.
Yes blogging is nothing but telling a story to a crowd of people at a marketplace called Facebook.

Today I decided to get back to my humble Lucknowi roots to the city of my birth a noble tribute ..

In the earlier days when the sherwani was handsticthed and to give it the flow drape on the posterior it was pressed with a medium hot iron on a tawa ..and that is how Mr Raj Babbar Sabs sherwanis were made for Nikah.
I made this sherwani through the hands of a novice my maids brother he had just started making coats and a bit of cutting .I made this sherwani to wear in Hyderabad for Moharam but somehow never got down to wearing it and I wore it just for kicks with my Karakul cap .
The sherwani has sadly been bastardized by the designers and by those who have deformed it .It has lost its Nawabi ambiance it's sartorial spirituality .
Wearing a sherwani is nothing special it is how you carry as I only wear cottons and linens I made this in Irish linen dyed black.
And the beauty of this sherwani is it flows like a river ..when I walk .


A tribute to me from my sister on my birthday

A toast to the evergreen spirit of a man who is my oldest brother. An admirable human being, passionate artist who sees beyond the eye and the epitome of men's fashion.
He shoots straight from the gut, a daredevil, a champion of the lesser privileged, a malang - as he defines himself, a Lucknowi, a Bandra-ite to the core, a charmer with his aptitude to connect with people from any hemisphere, race, economic status or language, a poet exemplaire, Firoze Mohomed Shakir
Firoze Mohomed Shakir stands out in more ways than one - not just in his sartorial taste.
The First of the Shakirs!!
Wish you a life filled with love and joy in abundance. Stay awesome, stay you!

Farzana Suri

World of Tennis With Coach Surendra Pawar Bandra