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The Muslim Running Wild ,,A Beggar Defiled

Baby Gets Ready To Go Out And Beg On Wobbly Legs

Most of the migrant beggars that come to Ajmer during the annual urus of Khwajah Garib Nawaz the Holy Saint of the Poor and the Remover of Obstacles  bring their families , they could be relatives too all from the same village and they come with hope to beg and supplement their income ,,

Deformed children , cripple blind  polio afflicted bring in more alms , man gives generously seeing this physical degeneration.. children are forced to beg long hours , food is easily available as everyone feeds beggars at the various restaurants that serve food to the poor taking money from the rich for this service.

And I shoot all this , the beggar families living on this mound in makeshift tents held on  broken branches of tree ,, poor living in a clustered hell ..there could be more free elaborate housing for them  but during the Urus accommodation comes at a price ..

The poor sleep in any available open space,, and I just this without framing composition ..my beggar pictures dont need camera sa…

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ― Rumi

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (Persian: جلال‌الدین محمد رومی‎), also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī (جلال‌الدین محمد بلخى),Mawlānā (مولانا, "our master"), MevlânâMevlevî (مولویMawlawī, "my master"), and more popularly simply as Rūmī (1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian[1][8] poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic.[9] Rumi's influence transcends national borders and ethnic divisions: IraniansTajiksTurksGreeksPashtuns, other Central Asian Muslims, and the Muslims of South Asia have greatly appreciated his spiritual legacy for the past seven centuries.[10] His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages and transposed into various formats. Rumi has been described as the "most popular poet"[11] and the "best selling poet" in the United States, among Muslims.[12][13] Rumi's works are written mostly in Persian, but occasionally he also used TurkishArabic, and Gre…

Kumbh Mela Here I Come ..World of Nagas Shaivaite Kingdom

My Naga Guru has mastered Koranic verses Hindu scriptures he was a teacher before he took Diksha became a Naga Sadhu.. This picture was shot after I had lived at his tent at Sadhugram Trimbakeshwar ..He stays at a Ashram near Film city , his temple is a a dugout cave where he retreats after the Kumbh ,,
I met him here it was 2004 I think ..he came to my house met my family and we kept in touch, he wanted me to come and visit him at Ardh Kumbh but that did not happen .. finally I shot the Maha Kumbh ..The Basant Panchami Shahi Snan I could have shot a lot but somehow I had to come back to Mumbai.. I met Chandraswamiji , I met various Maha Madleshwars ,, they all wondered how as a Muslim I was documenting their greatest Sadhu Saga ,,, I told them it was my destiny , behind the camera I was neither a Hindu or a Muslim I was only a cosmic photographer ,, Most of the events I saw like the Initiation of the Naga Sadhus Juna Akhada , but my Guru told me to hide my camera ,, he was incidenta…

Happy Morning From The Treasures Of India at Bandra

my house is two buildings away from here so far so near my pleas to the custodians of Swach Bharat nobody hears..my MLA my MP from this part of Bandra stay clear..the lone Congress civic Councillor' not too be found here ..oh dear..Acche Din..at this garbage dump wont ever come ..you may shed as many tears.. Happy Eid in advance to all the Miyas.
.I will be going to the Trimbakeshwar Kumbh to shoot Naga Sadhus Ling Kriya..Bam Bam Bhole Nath....Hope and Hindutva through the eyes of a Hindu Shia

God Hear Me Out

He breathes in
breathes out
his throat dry
has gone mute
he can barely
shout from
within or
without
the silence
of the ocean
unwavering
throughout
the trees
come to life
barren nakedly
shivering with
a cosmic pout
waiting for the
long journey to
end finally
a gasp fills
the void in
his hungry
mouth ..

Good Thoughts Good Words Good Deeds

The Sweet Sadness Of Sculptors Of Lord Ganesha

This evening  I was at my friend Chintans Ganesha workshop at Bandra SV Road and I shot a few frames and a video.. I saw the workers artists working patiently passionately I asked a sculptor what he felt when his work of art left the workshop ...to its ultimate destination of a devotees house or Pandal.. He looked at me and said softly , he felt sad , seeing the Lord go but happy as the Lord that he had created with his two hands would now be a guest at the devotees house till he is immersed in the sea with pomp and festive fair ,
But here the workers , asked me why had I not bought my 3 year old granddaughter Nerjis who shot the Lord and his artisans last year . I told them I had come from  work and I shot all this on my HTC Desire 826.

Shooting the Ganesha workshops in Bandra is very different from shooting the more elaborate and more spread out workshops at Parel or Ganesh Gully or even Chinchpokli.

I know most of the sculptors here in Bandra and shooting Lord Ganesha is holistic …