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When your plate is full you don't go begging at other people's doors for food

My parents gave us everything that was possible within their means and our childhood responsibility our growth was nurtured by our Hindu maid and though she had a name my mother insisted that she would be called Aiee another name for Mother and so this Marathi lady was part of our house she had one son Tulsi they stayed in a servants quarters at the Military blocks on Wodehouse Road ...but Aiee stayed at our place and as one Shakir gave way to another Shakir she took care of them ..the last Shakir she loved the most after me was my younger brother Zahir Babu she literally bought him up ..
Than we moved from Wodehouse Road Aiee too left and both Aiee and her son Tulsi died .
But her memory stays strong with me and one of the reasons for my love for the Hindu community and my fascination for the Hindu feast days tradition rituals that I could now watch closely as a people photographer.
Even after losing my house at Khar Danpada during the 93 riots and living on rent all over the suburbs thanks to a good boss and friends I have never developed hate .
I thought we were victims of living in the wrong era under a wrong government .
Over 65000 Hindu blogs my love for shooting Hinduism as Hope and Hindutva has never subsided .
I was recently asked by a person if I wanted to Re awaken the Hindu in me through Tantra and I told the esteemed person that what my mother gave me in her womb was a glass of milk I am happy adding sugar from all of you .
When I went to shoot the Kumbh or the recent Khamakhya I left my Muslim identity my religion at home I shot the events that had an influence on the poetry of my mortal soul as a Hindu .
And I am my Hindu friends eyes I shoot for them and they know it too ..
So I now come to another part I have kept my Facebook timeline absolutely pristine ..
My thoughts my clarity all are gifts of the humility of my parents that was born of the Humanity of Hussain.
Whatever path I follow I am a Shia born I have journeyed into various religions faiths but my beliefs bequeathed by my parents remain intact .
I did not have to follow any preacher never ..even as a Shia I stayed away from every aspect of congregational spirituality .
I became a Malang by accident and it has more to do with my photography than lack of faith .
No I can't become a Naga Sadhu though I love shooting them the most ..and I am now doubly curios I want to shoot the Aghori way of life .
I don't have the financial resources but I will keep on shooting this incredible part of Spiritual India .
I did not have to argue or defend a Naik who I consider the biggest Khalnayak on the Soul of Islam..I have seen a few of his videos where his bouncers bully the Hindus and the Christians and this is not the way at all in the study of comparative Islam or comparative Religion.
One thing is sure Salafi Islam had no place for kafirs like me it hates all Muslim sects it hates Shiasm Sufism some Sunni schools of thought and if our Mullahs had learnt English promoted Islam to the convent going kids this would have not happened but our Mullahs were busy chewing pan ..and they have now finally woken up to make another misplaced Martyr out of Naik.
I have seen people defending him on Facebook and Twitter and I believe it's the law that will take due action ...
I don't to waste my life talking about him I remove tags of his posts I don't want to highlight him on my timeline period .
I don't want to jar my photo steam with your hate and your personal bias a Indian first than as a Shia we are not part of his bandwagon ...
I am not posting my Khamakhya pictures here at Facebook it is a very long series and I have just completed a 32 GB memory card I have another 8 more and the uploading at Flickr is very slow .
I am still leashed like a dog to my bed my 10 day as such.
But I am enjoying the company of my grandkids for sure .
These thoughts the fluidity of my thoughts comes easily to me on Facebook than any other social platform ..
But I need a picture to complete and end my post. So here I go to search for one ..

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