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Happy Easter From The Beggar Poet Of Mumbai

About Easter

Easter[nb 1] (Old English usually Ēastrun, -on, or -an; also Ēastru, -o; and Ēostre),[1] also called Pasch (derived, through Latin: Pascha and Greek Πάσχα Paskha, from Aramaic: פסחא‎, cognate to Hebrew: פֶּסַח‎ Pesaḥ)[nb 2][2][3][4][5] or Resurrection Sunday,[6][7] is a festival and holiday celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, described in the New Testament as having occurred on the third day of his burial after his crucifixion by Romans at Calvary c. 30 AD.[8][9] It is the culmination of the Passion of Christ, preceded by Lent (or Great Lent), a forty-day period of fasting, prayer, and penance.

The week before Easter is called Holy Week, and it contains the days of the Easter Triduum, including Maundy Thursday (also known as Holy Thursday), commemorating the Last Supper and its preceding foot washing,[10][11] as well as Good Friday, commemorating the crucifixion and death of Jesus.[12] In western Christianity, Eastertide, the Easter Season, begins…

Beggars Of Ajmer Bless Me You See

when I take their pictures
they tell me sir add a few
words of poetry it heals
us beautifully we only
want society to let us be
beggars mortgaged to
the dead soul of humanity .

This was shot in June 2010 and its been 5 long years after I wrote these few lines , but the road leading to the Bulund Darwaza Ajmer Sharif has beggars at every step, I shot him off Moti Katla on the main road and beggar shots cant be composed  or you will be obstructing the large crowds and cops could tick you off for creating nuisance ,, so I merely point and shoot with my DSLR and I was stuck to Nikon I shot the bulk of my images on D80 and when bad times hit me hard I sold most of my silver jewelry , but kept this Nikon D80.

It was in 2011 I got the Canon 70 D and have been shooting on Canon for last 4 years now , as the Canon D70 is bulky with the vertical grip I mostly use the Canon 60 D .

I am a incorrigible hardcore Canon user but I could shoot the same stuff on my mobile phone too ,,a bit uncomfortab…

Beggars Are Born Not Made

she was standing begging
outside a shop on bandra
hill road selling readymades
rs 150 for a ladies top on sale
guaranteed color wont fade
the customers her gaze tried
to evade ..instead bought the
ladies top willingly a thought
cascades no  coins for this
beggar lady .standing wearily
in the shade ..hoping that a busy
god one day will come to her aid
as she watches the people busy
shopping in the arcade ..misplaced
womanhood  - a mother betrayed

Beggars The Lost Tribe Of God

scattered all over the face
of earth wait for apocalypse
this earth has not been kind
to beggars as is where is
the pain the sufferings
treated as untouchables
lowliest of the low seeking
hope humanity dignity bliss
jesus the healer they miss
he would make sure that
they were never treated
like this his healing hands
profusely they would kiss

Blind Beggar In The Train And Train Of Thoughts

If you travel second class and if you are a photographer like me who documents beggars than you will find a lot of beggars on the train going to Ajmer Sharif for the Urus .. but beware it will be packed too and you can do nothing about it ,,the TC never comes  this end to check your tickets so most of the people are ticketless ..going to Ajmer is their spiritual right and a lot of guys will be smoking hash , bullying other passengers that I fine for these youth the Ajmer trip is only a pastime and for fun.

Nobody dare argue with them or you get beaten by these ruffians and once these guys mostly from Mumai bullied a passenger without realizing he was a soldier in mufti and he called up his friends from the next compartment and when the train reached the next station they came and beat up the ruffians black and blue .

Beggars live on trains this is their workspace , and they earn handsomely as those going to Ajmer fill their beggars bowl.

But Indian Railways have no proper management …

14 Stations Of The Cross A Journey From Here To Hereafter

From Wikipedia

Stations of the Cross (or Way of the Cross; in Latin, Via Crucis) refers to a series of images depicting Jesus Christ on the day of his crucifixion and also to the prayers Christians say when contemplating those images. Often a series of 14 images will be arranged in numbered order around a church nave or along a path, and the faithful travel from image to image, in order, stopping at each "station" to say the selected prayers and reflections. This will be done individually or in groups. Occasionally the faithful might say the Stations of the Cross without there being any image, such as when the Pope leads the Stations of the Cross around the Colosseum in Rome on Good Friday.[1] This practice is common in Roman Catholic, as well as in a number of Anglican and Lutheran churches.

The style and form of the stations can vary widely and often reflect the artistic sensibility and spirituality of the time, place and culture of their creation. The stations can consis…

“It is a beggar's pride that he is not a thief”

This was shot in Ajmer 2012 and the bulk of my images shot during the Ajmer Urus documented the beggars the hijras and the rafaees and the malangs ,,

Ever since photography was banned in the Dargah premises , I only bought my camera in to shoot the Chatti celebrations of my Host Peerab Fakhru Miya Hujra No 6 . and that is all I shot in the Dargah or the Chatti Celebrations on his terrace .

I would wander the back lanes of Ajmer seeking  out beggars and strangely it was the beggars who sought me out ,, and this old man blind in both eyes tended by his son lying on the road seeking redemption...

And you cannot escape beggars in Ajmer as the Keeper of Ajmer is aptly known as Khwajah Gharib Nawaz one who bestows his goodness godliness on the unfortunate .
Beggars with no place to stay , who sleep on the roads in all seasons and it is worst during the heavy rains , the gutters choked up and the streets till gates of Bulund Darwaz fully flooded .. you have to wade in this mucky dirty water…