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The Whippers Face

with his pregnant wife
two kids he moves about
the city whipping his back
earning alms with dignity
grace his trials sufferings
etched on his face i shot
avidly this struggling
denizen of a dying
human race ,,for his
survival with his family
he continues the chase
does he have dreams
does he have ideals
does he have other
inspirations i thought
to myself as his cause
i embraced will society
pull him in the mainstream
will it guide him address
his problems a tribal man
lost in an urban maze
but society is hypocritical
it has no heart for beggars
hijras only heart for cats
strays .. yes it is this society
where the poor was betrayed
to its whims fancies made to
clean gutters , clean toilets
kept in its  rightful place
the dhobhi the mochi the
chamar  the kinar .rights
reserved  humanity artfully
misplaced beguiled bemused
by society's ways yes separated
segregated dear friends that
is how it stays racism bigotry
is in its bloodstream in the
first place ,..for the rich the
powerful …

The Whippers

This is one tribe I simply loved to shoot , but its been a very long time I have not shot them , I loved to take their whip and try it on my back..that earned me their respect .

I hardly see them and when I do I dont have my camera . some folks I will never be able to shoot on my mobile phone ,,

And I am not that good  with mobile phone photography and I use Motoral G old one ..

I dont carry my Canon DSLR anymore  like I used too.

Glenn my friend is in India shooting away , no he hates Mumbai all of a sudden so I will not see him this year ,,too much familiarity is not good it restricts camera based creativity I think.

I did not shoot the Standard Chartered Marathon never will as it is a elitist sports here in Mumbai making big bucks for all concerned except the beggar on the street. It is a event for Yuppies Celebrities and Page 3 ,. I stopped shooting this race completely ,,the runners went pass my house but it did not affect my pictorial curiosity ,, I am an opinionated thinking p…

I Asked God For One Good Guru.. God Was In A Good Mood He Gave Me Three

he added others too all free
like anil bhartiya pc little
vinay parelkar girish mistry
than via Flickr he gave me
hundreds thousands so many
a photographer is truly a
photographer if he understands
humility ..glitzy cameras lenses
cannot set your creative soul free
if you do not promote preach
humanity ..a photographer like
a carpenter with a hammer or
a camera in your hands you
can be ,,but are you really
what you are tell me honestly
search scratch your hardened
soul dont end up as a showy
megalomaniac posturing as
a man of creativity ,, teach others
not just yourself the essence of
true photography.. dont just be
another marwari . selling pictures
not for greater good only for money

dedicated to all my three gurus
jatkar malushte and mashwari

photography is nothing but visual poetry
showing to others what others could not see

The Gemstone Seller ..Sufi Bawa Stray Thoughts On Blogging

Over the years that I have been shooting people I have met some strange ones and I shot them impulsively ,, mostly I shot them without taking their permission with just a pleasant smile that worked or failed .

But mind you I knew whom to shoot whom to avoid , and others allowed me to shoot them as they knew I was a Bawa like them barefeet , bejeweled and meant no harm.

But there are those who can be rough abusive  and still after taking their pictures I dont delete it just move on.

I shoot faces postures moods , I shoot time and space .. though I have a million shortcomings , I dont talk much , I dont ask questions I dont take notes .Sometimes I take their mobile phone number but I hardly keep in touch.. but with all this I am not an opportunist I have no agenda I dont shoot to sell pictures and if I do write something it is years after I shot them.

I recently got a call from someone , he said he was Babu it was an old feeble voice I told him I was unwell and indisposed .. he wanted …

Death Is Better Than Being Born as Beggar Girl Child

forced into begging from
the day she was born to
whom does she complain
her god of the beggars
dumb deaf mute who
hardly uses his brain
the god of all beggarly
things is insensitive
immune to pain ,,
in a world that is
slowly becoming
inhumanly insane
her silent cries
all in vain

another child
hope going going
gone .. down the drain

parched soul of humanity
can do without rains as
tears flow like a deluge
another soul slain ,,,

I Am Nothing But A Mask

Why I am What I Am
its a personal definition
of my poetic pain please
dont ask..a man who was
once caught as genie in
a rum flask ,,time and tide
rigorously took him to task
changing the perception of
pathos diligently rigorously
he became a silhouette of
his silence unasked is
now time said his uneven
alter ego to get unmasked

dedicated to my friend randall der ..

गुरु बिन ज्ञान नहीं गुरु बिन ज्ञान नहीं रे।


Both My Gurus Mr KG Maheshwari And Prof BW Jatkar Have Left Me And Gone

leaving me alone
their teachings
their words of
wisdom thrust
on my cosmic
they have flown
leaving me sad
on my own
their kindness
to take me under
their stewardship
a talent they honed
those early morning
calls on my phone
jatkar sab in his
baritone voice
babuji mr
in muted sweet
tone ..both are
now part of my
memory my blood
sweat and bones
with their reflected
divine light a part
of me shone ,,
when i die i too
will be part of a
pictorial trinity
lost forever in
an unknown zone
leaving behind
my fragmented
genius my cosmic
rings all my exotic
a beggar poet
his diabetic dilemma
dreams deleted that
he eventually disowned
an aquiline nose red
indian like cheekbones
body that wont ever
need a tombstone
alas only if i could
have cleared my
unpaid loans

at Flickr
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