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Teaching Photography To Dam Madar Malangs At Ajmer

I am hardly called by my name among the Sufi monks ascetics , my Dam Madar Peer Masoomi Baba and Syed Rafiq Baba in the picture learning photography from me on my Canon DSLR call me Maulaiee ,, follower of Ali.. the others call me Mastan or Camere wale Baba,, this is the name I was called by the Chancawali Rifais of Mumbai.. The Monk who Uses The Camera ..

Photography is almost a delusional question what came first camera or photography ,, the dumbfucked will say Vision.. and get fucked by his own Vision.. luckily my vision is encapsulated as garbage happy .. I see garbage I shoot garbage , and Garbage follows me intrinsically wherever I go..it follows me to Ajmer to Lucknow and other cities ..I taught my grandkids photography forcing them to shoot Garbage ..and this was much before Modiji dreamed of Swach Bharat .. much before he unceremoniously grabbed the Broom of the Aam Admi Party..

Now all my photographer friends from abroad want to shoot the iconic garbage dump in my backyard ,,,one of them says it bought her luck she got married to her best friends boyfriend .. he dumped his ex in the garbage of life ..So I was not surprised when both my Malang mentors asked me to teach them photography.. I made them first tie a black cloth on their eyes and told them to go on shooting ,, darkness and create images from nothingness ,, they are both great shots now ,,but they refused to teach me exorcism.. or dua tawiz.. they said I have to wait as I am the lowest step in the hierarchy of monks or Malangs.

Photography made boisterously talkative ,,I talk soliloquize my inner angst it is called blogging I do it with my pictures and dont beg borrow or steal another mans picture ,, this is called original content , I shoot and create my own videos too..

I do it with my DSLR and my indefatigable mobile phone ,,HTC Desire 826 ,, the poor mans photoshooting mobile .. and shooting pictures is best way of healing yourself and others ,,photography I found even after shooting garbage people peeing on the roads could make you a poet and a painter of light...

And from a Malang I can seamlessly become a Sadhu when I go and meet my Naga Sadhu Guru from Juna Akhara , and I have taught him Photography too... on my Canon DSLR.. he loves it , gets excited like a little child goes in raptures seeing what he shot on the camera monitor ..

I did try to teach photography to the deformed beggar at Dhai Djinn Ka Jhopda .Ajmer . much before his wife eloped with another beggar leaving him with two kids .. Life can be fucked cruel even when you are a helpless beggar ,, now he hates photography I dont blame him , I unfriend him on Facebook and Whats Up.. he was getting to be a pain in the wrong side of my rectum.

Ajmer Wohi Jate Hain Jinhe Khwajah Bulate Hain

This means you can  only go to Ajmer if you are cosmically called by the Saint of the Poor Khwajah Garib Nawaz ,,the greatest Saint of India his love for the poor is immense .. he gives even when they dont ask.. yes people who are mute ,he gives to the blind caught in a cage of morbid darkness , he showers his blessings on the leper the deformed the cripple ,, and perhaps I come to Ajmer to shoot his people the hopeless and the homeless .

The Beggars of Ajmer is my online thesis,, which is part of my Muslim Beggars of India series .. Muslim beggars cannot be choosers ..I have documented their lives bought them out of darkness into spectral light ,,and Muslim beggars will always remain beggars ,, so most of the Muslim beggars come from all over India to partake of the humble hospitality of the Holy Saint Of Ajmer , I too am a beggar crippled from within I come simply because he calls me year after year during the Urus ,I have never seen Ajmer Sharif during normal times  .I was called by my Great Teacher Peersab Fakhru Miya hujra No 6  for Ashura I cant imagine a Ashura without cutting my head  not once not twice but several times on that one day..

And my dear friend Raj Telik wants me to come to Pushkar to see the Pushkar Fair through the eyes of my camera and its fragmented consciousness .. but I have not taken up his invite as yet . I have never shot the Pushkar Fair and Niru Bullet and Raj Tilek are my two best friends from Pushkar , if I did go to Pushkar it would be to get another deadly dagger to cut my head .

I am caught up in my own one man army work and find it impossible to leave Mumbai for leisure or pleasure ,,,and I have had another hectic day at work today ,, I am my own boss and my own slave ,, I work as a slave for myself..

And I have to leave Mumbai for Chehlum yet undecided ,,, but  Princess Zehra who holds the strings of my Destiny will guide me ,,as a photographer and as a Malang of her Lord Imam Ali.