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Shooting The Alibagh Bullock Cart Race ,

I started shooting the Alibagh bullock cart races thanks to my Guru Shreekanth Malushte who introduced us to this rural sport of Maharashtra .. very famously held at Alibagh on Holi Day and later at Murud Janjira on Gudi Padwa.

Mr Malushte had a local contact journalist Jayant Dhulap he has his house a few meters away from the Alibagh beach where the sport is held  with hordes of Kolis fisherfolks and bullock cart competitors from other parts of Raigad district.

The bullocks are well cared for treated with utmost care , and well looked after ... we would have great Marathi cuisine at Dhulaps house mainly fresh fish and relish each dish.

Than head to the beach with his daughter Abha and him and shoot the races ..for sometime the races got banned I stopped going to Alibagh and Murud ,,but the races were my passion and I shot this barefeet .. and  with great daring and hair devilry rushing and charging into the path of the racing bullocks and than jumping for safety .

These few frames I…

The Politicians In Maharashtra ..Sold Rotten Dreams To The Poor

the poor suckers as they
are faithfully endure ,,
poverty is a disease
terminal no cure

vote them to power
dreams that went sour
they are where they are
on the roads homeless
when the next government
that will take them for a ride
comes to power perhaps
their dream s may flower
than fade away in the next
hour .. the politicians happy
royal satraps in ivory towers

Yes The Camera Makes It Possible

it makes hope visible
vagrant souls i shot
captured their inner
angst that was for
a long time invisible
little kids flapping
wings trying to
soar like hungry
seagulls dreamers
in a whirl eyes as
oysters hidden
 pearls not a
moment dull

"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"

"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "
















I Am Simply An Optical Illusion

my cosmic fate
with the poetry of
my life in collusion
to be or not to be
a lot of options
no solution ...
evolving
revolving
resolving
old resolutions
unlearning
photography
from my inner
angst taking
daily tutions
says that
crazy neighbor
of mine each
time he sees me
send the beggar
poet for the greater
good and sanity
to a mental
institution

The Grinder Wheel Man Do Tanki

Much before I graduated to cutting my head with a dagger for a Moharam Shia ritual known as Kamazani or Kama Matam I used to scourge my back with flagellating blades known as Zanjeer .. sharp 15 inches blades on steel chains.

I mostly scourged my back and the blade and chains I had were light weight and cut my back fiercely .

Than I god frozen shoulder on both arms it became utterly impossible to use the blades as my shoulder joints hurt at slightest movement .

So I began cutting my head with a dagger it was much easier and less cumbersome than the blades .

I used a sword once in Mumbai but it was a heavy blade Irani sword and here too I could not move my arms ,,so I stuck to doing Kama Matam.

The dagger I used was given to me by my Hindu friend from Pushkar , he comes from a family of iron smiths ,,I used this kama that he gave me twice in  Hyderabad and Delhi and Lucknow.

But this year I took several kamas from him to give to a few friends , for Chehlum in Lucknow I used two  new d…