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Some Pictures Cannot Be Tweaked As Art For Ats Sake ..

10 years back a picture i decided to take
my pictures are all real mind you though
poetically cosmically they appear fake
gods only lost tribe its future at stake
pictures that should keep the dead soul
of lethargic society awake a society so
fricking hypocritical intolerant holding
double standards ..of indian make
fornicate childrens forsake forced to
beg on the streets no break ..pillars of
society wont shake , sometimes sexually
abused molested raped ..mans thirst of
his languishing libido has to be slaked


The Children Betrayed By God And Their Parents

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 gi…

Even Walls Have Ears And Eyes ,..

every facade of a house
tells its story the hardships
bleeding bricks sacrifice
the souls of those who
died lives within the walls
they paid the ultimate price
their unfulfilled dreams these
children will carry forward
of molten tears that dried
locked doors of apprehension
beyond lies the earthly paradise
as a street photographer i shot
hope playing hide and seek
in the childrens eyes as a poet
i used symbolism to decipher
the pain pathos as time flies

photographers are born mystics
its time you realized ..see my images
as lost illusions but first shut your eyes
fleeting moments afloat on a shoreline

if i was in florida i too would shot birds
crocodiles and serene sublime dreams
distraught but body soul intertwined

to my dear friend melds mind

They Did Not Trust Me As Much As They Trusted My Camera

The funny thing is they lived on a mound at Bandra Reclamation , they peeked into peoples house to watch TV serials and their favorite was Shaktiman..

They thought I was acting in some serial so because of my attire and because I walked barefeet they would run after me , calling me Shaktiman , but there idea was that I shoot them.. they new the camera shot pictures .

And those days my workspace was near Waterfield road and these kids manned the Globus signal from where I started for work and I passed the next lot of beggar kids from their tribe community at Turner Traffic Signal near Moti Mahal.. and after shooting the others I turned left in the second lane to work..

I would pass them again when I took a lunch break and on my return after a nap at 4 pm..
In the night after shutting shop at  pm I would catch a few of them waiting for me ..and all these pictures are my tribute to them their fight against the system , these kids were forced into begging by their parents elders and the …

Salamwale Kum Uncle

Mama with my new baby
brother is waiting outside
said the beggar child with
humble pride,.as she stepped
inside , her head covered
her inner pain she tried to
hide her eyes windows of
her battered soul her guide
where is your father i asked
her as an aside he is a tailor
she did confide suffering from
TB  she replied ..we help to
run the house begging on the
streets our hands tied , she
was honest she could have
lied ..uneducated illiterate
when she was born her god
died..one day in some distant
future she will be another old
crippled beggars child bride

Stray Dogs And Street Beggar Kids Share The Dream Of Survival

The dog is fully aware if she is caught by the Municipal dog van..she will have to go.. like her pups and her fat lover boy .. they were not so lucky ,,

The kids take their chances too , though the parent pay hafta , protection money to the cops , so as not to get caught ..or they will be taken to the children's home or released to the parents after paying Rs 1200 per kid.

So life on the streets is pretty tough both for the bitch and the man kids ..

And this was shot in 2005 opposite Globus now Mark and Spencers , these kids have disappeared in their place are a new lot of kids of Rajasthani women dressed ethnic who sell imitation junk jewelry ..and its a huge community that has invaded Bandra Hill Road.

The long tie beggar of Bandra English speaking Junkie has gone some other place he used to sit shit sleep at bus stop opposite Bhabha Hiospital.

Maria the Leper Lady who sat at Boran Road off Bandra Hill Road went to her hometown to escape the rains has not returned ..

And I have…