Wednesday, August 31, 2016
The Marriammen Feast Macchimar Colony Mahim
I must confess without Bhiman Devendar I would have never shot the Marriammen Feast ,,I was coming from a film shoot and saw this procession of cheek piercers I had my camera ,, I left my ricksha and began to shoot my first Marriammn Feast ending up at Nehru Nagar ,I have shot this feast at Juhu and I must reiterate the Tamil followers of Goddess Marriammen treat me as their own..
Bhima and Velu at Juhu ,,Shanmukhnanda at Madras Wadi Worli , Sundar Ilanchezhiyan at Makrandeshwar Nagar and Raja at Sion Koliwada .. Ganesh Pujari at Marriammen Temple Mahim Macchimar Colony ,,
Though I dont shoot Mahim Macchimar Nagar feast anymore since Lakshmi the sister of Ganesh pujari left for Salem.
I have visited the Marriammen Temple in Chennai the Goddess pulled me there I had come to celebrate Moharam Ashura ,,
But I enjoy shooting Nehru Nagar Juhu because of Bhima and Ganesh The Piercer and the Butcher too.
Almost every Tamil knows me if he is a follower of Goddess Marriamnen..
I hope when I am financially secure to go shoot the Marriammen Feast at Salem I also hope to pierce my cheeks with my Tamil friends at Juhu next year hopefully...
I only dont know how I will handle shooting pictures with a 18 feet rod extending from my cheeks ,,
About Goddess Marriammen
Devotion to Mariamman
Doctrines India has always been a land of villages and in the context of village life the most important and powerful divine presence is the gramadevata, a deity identified with the village. A village may have several gramadevatas, each with its own function. Village deities are more numerous than Indian villages, though some are known throughout a region and one of these is the goddess Mariamman (Also called Mari, Mariamma, Maryamman. In the Puranas she is known as Marika.) who has devotees all over South India.
The village belongs to the goddess. Theologically she was there before the village and in fact she created it. Sometimes she is represented only by a head on the soil, indicating her body is the village and she is rooted in the soil of the village. The villagers live inside or upon the body of the goddess. The goddess protects the village and is the guardian of the village boundaries. Outside the village there is no protection from the goddess. The village is a complete cosmos and the central divine power of the village is the goddess. The relationship between the village and the goddess is primarily for the village as a whole and not for individuals. Mari can mean sakti, power, and amman is mother, so she is the mother-power of the village.
However, this relationship is not a simple one. In some places, Mariamman is invoked three times a year to regenerate village soil and protect the community against disease and death. Other places may have an important Mariamman festival. Mariamman is not a peaceful and benign goddess. She can be vindictive, inexorable, and difficult to propitiate. Essentially she is a personification of the world's natural forces, but specifically she is a goddess of smallpox, chickenpox, and other diseases. Her role is ambivalent for she both inflicts the diseases and protects the village from them. The onset of disease or disaster causes special worship or a festival of the goddess, for they are caused by demons let in because the goddess's defences have broken down or because the goddess is angry at being neglected. Mariamman reminds people that their ordered world can be shattered at any time and worshipping her makes one's view of reality less fragile. When the villagers are afflicted, so is the goddess invaded by demons. The villagers and the goddess are suffering the invasion of the village together and that is why one can say that the goddess causes the epidemic. The goddess suffers most but cannot contain it all and spreads it to the villagers, who help her deal with it. Mariamman is especially favourable at this time to those suffering from the disease, for they are helping her bear the burden of the demonic attack.
Blood offerings of animals are commonly sacrificed at festivals of Mariamman, but this is not invariably the case. Whitehead in his classic study The Village Gods of South India (1921) found at the village of Vandipaliam in Cuddalore district that at an annual festival of ten days to Mariamman no animal sacrifices were ever offered or on any other occasion at the shrine. At Shiyali in Tanjore district during the sacrifices of animals to other gods at the festival (of all the village gods) a curtain is drawn in front of Mariamman.
History One story about the origin of Mariamman is she was the wife of Tirunalluvar, the Tamil poet, who was a pariah, outcaste. She caught smallpox and begged from house to house for food, fanning herself with leaves of the nim or margosa tree to keep the flies off her sores. She recovered and people worshipped her as the goddess of smallpox. To keep smallpox away they hang nim leaves above the doors of their houses.
Another story involves the beautiful virtuous Nagavali, wife of Piruhu, one of the Nine Rishis. One day the Rishi was away and the Trimurti (an image with three heads representing Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva) came to see if her famed beauty and virtue was true. Nagavali did not know them and, resenting their intrusion, turned them into little children. The gods were offended and cursed her, so her beauty faded and her face became marked like smallpox. The Rishi returned, found her disfigured, and drove her away, declaring she would be born a demon in the next world and cause the spread of a disease which would make people like herself. She was called Mari, meaning 'changed.' Both stories are reported by Whitehead and he remarks that in Mysore he was told that Mari meant sakti, power.
Mariamman is an ancient goddess, whose worship probably originated in the tribal religion of Dravidian India before the arrival of the Aryans and the brahman religion. According to tradition, among the Dravidian mountain tribes as in Coorg in southern Karnataka, human sacrifices were offered to Mariamman. These were replaced with animals and as we have seen, in some villages no animal sacrifices are offered. Here we can see a historical gradation.
Local goddesses such as Mariamman who protect villages and their lands and represent the different castes of their worshippers have always been an important part of the religious landscape of South India. However, we can note periods of special significance. The eclecticism of the Vijayanagar period (1336-1565) encouraged folk religion, which became more important and influenced the more literate forms of religion. In the last century and a half there has been a rebirth of Tamil self-consciousness (see Devotion to Murukan). In the middle of the present century deities such as Mariamman have become linked to the "great tradition" as the strata of society which worship the goddess has become integrated into the larger social order.
Symbols At the centre and source of the village is a boddhu-rayee, navel stone, with which the goddess is associated. As mentioned in doctrines, the goddess may be represented by only a head on the ground, as her body is the village. To protect the village, shrines and symbols of the goddess are often placed at the boundaries of the village. These symbols are usually simple, rough, unhewn stones, five or six inches high and blackened with anointing oil, or there may be a stone pillar. If there are shrines these will often be crude simple structures.
Mariamman's colour is yellow and sometimes a stone is adorned with a yellow dress, only a small part of bare stone emerging at the top. Sometimes there is only a spear or trident thrust in the ground in place of the goddess-stones. In larger villages a slab of stone may be carved with a rough figure of a woman, who may have four, six, or eight arms, or none at all, and the arms hold various implements such as a knife, a shield, a drum, a bell, a devil's head, and a three-pronged fork. It is common to have a fixed stone image in the shrine and to use a small portable metal image in processions. Mariamman can be represented as riding naked on an ass with a winnow on her head and a broom and water-pot in her hands. Sometimes there is no image and the goddess is represented by a brass pot of water decorated with nim leaves. The nim tree is sacred to Mariamman. In poor villages an earthenware pot is used.
During the ceremonies of the goddess there is a symbolic marriage. Although the goddess is sometimes said to have a consort, she is really married to the village, so the goddess and village can nourish each other.
A blood sacrifice at her festival can appease the goddess to withdraw her anger symbolised as the heat of disease or it can symbolise the defeat of the invading demon. Traditionally a buffalo was offered. After it was beheaded, its leg was thrust into its mouth, fat from the stomach was smeared in its eyes, and a candle was lit on its head. It was then presented to the goddess. This humiliation of the victim symbolises the defeat of an enemy, the demon who causes the epidemic or disaster.
Village festivals are filled with symbolism. At a festival in Karnataka, the Mariamman image is first painted in bright colours and put in a shelter of nim leaves and a sheep sacrificed to placate the goddess. Then a he-buffalo is sacrificed by untouchables and the head put in a pit before Mariamman. The blood and parts of the buffalo are mixed with rice and put in a large basket. This is caraga and it is carried in procession by untouchables followed by other villagers carrying sickles and weapons to guard it. At other shrines sheep are sacrificed and mixed with the caraga, which is then sprinkled on the fields and along the boundaries of the village, thus regenerating the soil and protecting the village. Even vegetarian farmers believe that the soil needs blood and if it is not given then human lives will be taken.
Festivals without animal sacrifice may offer boiled rice, fruit, flowers, cakes and sugar, and incense and camphor are burnt. There is Abishegam, ceremonial washing of the image twice a day, with water, oil, milk, coconut milk, turmeric, rose water, sandalwood, honey, sugar, limes, and a solution of the bark of certain trees, separately in a regular order. The image of the goddess is carried twice a day on the shoulders of devotees around the village and there may be a car procession one day. Under brahmanical influence, the image can be towed around a tank.
At many festivals an important role is played by a Matangi, a low caste woman who is unmarried and holds the office for life. She is a living symbol of the goddess and becomes possessed by the goddess, dancing wildly, using obscene language, spitting at devotees, and pushing people around with her backside. The festival reverses social norms and the Matangi's behaviour, which would ordinarily be highly polluting, is purifying and people seek out her spit and insults.
Adherents Millions of villagers across South India worship Mariamman, especially in Tamil Nadu and Karnataka. Mariamman is one of the deities worshipped in almost every Tamil village. Nearly all members of a village participate in the goddess's festival, even brahmans and Muslims. The different castes to some extent mix freely. This is not the case in daily life. The ritual topography of a village in Karnataka, for example, has an inner village inhabited by the purest castes and the rest live outside this. The shrines of the goddess would be in the outside part of the village. The oldest, largest, and most important Hindu temple in Singapore is the Mariamman Temple, which was established early in the nineteenth century.
Pilgrims at a Mariamman festival wear mostly yellow, the colour of the goddess. Some men dress as tigers and other animals. Pilgrims may come because of a specific fear or debt or because one of their family has a disease associated with the goddess or they themselves have recovered from the disease. Particular castes are associated with Mariamman, such as fishermen and builders on the coast of Tamil Nadu. Pilgrims fast before the festival and bring offerings, such as money in a propitious amount, say one hundred and one rupees. Some pilgrims have made vows to Mariamman to walk on fire, carry burning pots on their heads, or perform covadi, when they swing suspended on hooks through their flesh.
Headquarters/
Main Centre There is no one main centre for Mariamman.
www.philtar.ac.uk/encyclop…/hindu/ascetic/mariam.html
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Hijra Sandal Masti and Dance Ajmer
25000 images
to their androgynous
anomaly my humble
tribute ,,hijras beautiful
ugly vile abusive cute
the jet set flying hijras
the mujra dancing hijras
the mangti beggar hijras
the male impostor hijras
hijra children hijra shaman
hijra exorcists hijra monks
i did shoot this documentary
hidden from public view
silent and mute ,,hijras
neither men nor women
bodies hirsute ,,i shot
them with a divine passion
ardh nari nareshwar ,,
lord iravan with krishnas
flute ,,the hijras of india
their survival in male
dominated homophobic
society i salute
Monday, August 29, 2016
The Divine Hospitality at Dzongrilla ..
Hospitality a d humility are the essence of this household .
Ever since Mrs Danny entered Dzongrilla as Danny jis wife from that day till present times I have always got a bouquet of flowers on my birthday and I bow to this divine lady ..she has given us the greatest respect I never found this in any house I have visited of actors in Bollywood .
I used to see Rinzing when he was a toddler watching me in my kinky attire but never scared of me ..
He is an impeccable humble and loving human bring he calls me Firoze Bhai he treats me with the highest respect .
Thank you Rinzing you bought tears to this old man's eyes serving your father since 30 years ...a very long journey .
Om Mani Padme Hoon.
Happy Morning from Bandra
Start of a new day ..monsoonal melancholy
clouds dressed in gray
Bandra is where I stay ..it's Mumbai
Now once it was exhilarating Bombay
Those beautiful 60 s memories have
Been expunged died away ...in a few
Minutes from now Tennis I shall go
Play but first offer my pictorial tribute
To my Garbage dump bow my head
To the Lord of the Flies I shall pray
Shoot pictures on the way ..if you have
A camera don't let it rust shoot something
Today even on your mobile
Phone it is original content not Fucked
Spammy Amen posts that you pathetically
display...Grow up Fuck sake
Like a precocious child on Facebook
Windmills as Giants you should not slay
Souls made of poetry feet made of clay
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Rumi
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Rumi
Om Sarve Bhavantu Sukhinah
Sarve Santu Nir-Aamayaah |
Sarve Bhadraanni Pashyantu
Maa Kashcid-Duhkha-Bhaag-Bhavet |
Om Shaantih Shaantih Shaantih ||
Sarve Santu Nir-Aamayaah |
Sarve Bhadraanni Pashyantu
Maa Kashcid-Duhkha-Bhaag-Bhavet |
Om Shaantih Shaantih Shaantih ||
Meaning:
1: Om, May All become Happy,
2: May All be Free from Illness.
3: May All See what is Auspicious,
4: May no one Suffer.
5: Om Peace, Peace, Peace.
1: Om, May All become Happy,
2: May All be Free from Illness.
3: May All See what is Auspicious,
4: May no one Suffer.
5: Om Peace, Peace, Peace.
Yes I am as much a Muslim as a Hindu..
Yes I am a Christian and a Jew
Yes I am a Buddhist Om Mani Padme Hoon
But all in all I am not you ,,as I walk barefeet
I cant ever slip into your shoes ,,
Death is my Destiny ,,, No Excuse
Yes I am a Christian and a Jew
Yes I am a Buddhist Om Mani Padme Hoon
But all in all I am not you ,,as I walk barefeet
I cant ever slip into your shoes ,,
Death is my Destiny ,,, No Excuse
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Friday, August 26, 2016
Latin Mass Easter Sunday St Peter Church Bandra
The term "Latin Mass" is frequently used to denote the Tridentine Mass, that is, the Roman-Rite liturgy of the Mass celebrated in Latin and in accordance with the successive editions of the Roman Missal published between 1570 and 1962.
In most countries, the Tridentine Mass was celebrated only in Latin. However, in Dalmatia and parts of Istria in Croatia, the liturgy was celebrated in Church Slavonic, and authorisation for use of this language was extended to some other Slavic regions between 1886 and 1935.[1][2] There "Tridentine Mass" was not synonymous with "Latin Mass".
A further distancing between the concepts of "Tridentine Mass" and "Latin Mass" was brought about by the 1964 Instruction on implementing the Constitution on Sacred Liturgy of the Second Vatican Council, which laid down that "normally the epistle and gospel from the Mass of the day shall be read in the vernacular". Episcopal conferences were to decide, with the consent of the Holy See, what other parts, if any, of the Mass were to be celebrated in the vernacular.[3] Permissions were thus granted from 1967 onwards to celebrate most of the Tridentine Mass in vernacular languages, including the Canon.
Present Roman-Rite Mass in Latin[edit]
Neither the Second Vatican Council nor the subsequent revision of the Roman Missal abolished Latin as the liturgical language of the Roman Rite: the official text of the Roman Missal, on which translations into vernacular languages are to be based, continues to be in Latin, and Latin can still be used in the celebration.[4] The term "Latin Mass" is sometimes applied to such celebrations, which in some places are part of the normal Sunday schedule.
Other forms of Mass in Latin[edit]
Historically speaking, "Latin Mass" can be applied also to the various forms of Pre-Tridentine Mass from about the year 190 of Pope Victor, when the Church in Rome changed from Greek to Latin.[5]
Latin liturgical rites other than the Roman Rite have used Latin, and in some cases continue to do so. These include the Ambrosian Rite and the Mozarabic Rite. Some priests and communities continue to use non-Roman-Rite liturgies that have been generally abandoned, such as the Carmelite Rite and the Dominican Rite, celebrating them in Latin. Celebration in Latin of such rites is sometimes referred to as "Latin Mass".[6]
Other uses[edit]
A Traditionalist Catholic periodical in the United States is entitled The Latin Mass, the Journal of Catholic Culture and Tradition.
Various editions of the Anglican Book of Common Prayer have been translated into Latin: for example, for use in the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge (Liber Precum Publicarum of Walther Haddon, 1560). The Church of the Advent of Christ the King, an Anglo-Catholic parish in San Francisco, regularly celebrates Mass according to the 1979 Prayer Book of its province, the Episcopal Church, in Latin.
The Pathos of a Photographer
I am deleting all my old archives as I dont have space ..nor do I have extra hard drives ,, I have no regrets ,,as I have to make space on my drives for my videos ,,
As at the moment I am working on the images on my DVDs ,,they will soon be corrupted and I have over 10 boxes ,, so I am taking the ones I like and making it into slide shows and posting them as videos ,,
For me You Tube has a greater outreach than Facebook Flickr combined ,,I am prolifically posting videos of my street angst too
But yes all my stuff is original content ,,and I am not much into subscribers like others ,, and in just one year I have garnered
1,920 subscribers 2,046,997 views and what I cannot show publically at Flickr I am able to do it on You Tube ,,my Naga Sadhu frontal nudity sets.. I also have the largest collection of my documentation on the Hijras of India .
If I shoot stills I shoot videos and than add them together using Windows Movie Maker ,, I dont have the time I am aging rapidly nor the money to learn professional video editing..
But I have footage of an India not seen in travel brochures and I have not seen Indiia ,, my India is Mumbai ,,or the cities I visit during Kumbh Moharam Ajmer Urus or the last Khamkhya trip.
I have copied words from my friend Benn Bell s post
“But how could you live and have no story to tell?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
The Malang at #YouTubeHappyHour
I attend the You Tube Happy Hour at Little Door Andheri ,,
I was the oldest You Tube Creator
Hi!
We're pleased to inform you that you've been added to the guest list for the #YouTubeHappyHour on Monday, 22nd August, 2016. The event will take place from 7.00 pm to 9.30 pm at The Little Door, Andheri. You can find directions to the venue here.
In case you asked to bring along a +1, they would have received this very message on the email id you shared with us while filling the form.
Please note that all attendees will have to show this email at the venue to get entry to the event.
We're so excited to see you on Monday! If you can't contain your excitement, much like us, tweet to us @YTCreatorsIndia with #YouTubeHappyHour ;)
Cheers,
Monday, August 22, 2016
Makar Sankranti ...Hindu Muslim Bhai Bhai
Hindus fly the kites
Muslims make the kites
love of two communities
in Soulful Flight ..
kites that fight ,,
a festival of mutual
coexistence ,,in godly
light ,,colorful bright
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Happy Birthday Ranjeet
it was cosmically destined
you as a gifted artist me
as a beggar poet on a
quintessential bandra
street we would meet
you as a gifted artist me
as a beggar poet on a
quintessential bandra
street we would meet
as you painted the taxi
driver ,,devanand sab
colorfully neat ,, you
rekindled his love for
cinema Hare Rama
Hare Krishna ,,a
thought very sweet .
driver ,,devanand sab
colorfully neat ,, you
rekindled his love for
cinema Hare Rama
Hare Krishna ,,a
thought very sweet .
you added color to
gloomy bandra walls
that wept in the rains
also in humidity heat
with a stroke of your
genius you added a
prolific heart beat
gloomy bandra walls
that wept in the rains
also in humidity heat
with a stroke of your
genius you added a
prolific heart beat
one day Chapel Road
will also be known
as painter Ranjit Dahiya
street an artists boulevard
that time cant cheat
will also be known
as painter Ranjit Dahiya
street an artists boulevard
that time cant cheat
Friday, August 19, 2016
The Red Indian Finally Got Sold At The Antique Store For Rs 1200
I was fascinated with this fibreglass statue of the Rd Indian since the day she arrived at Aslam Bhais Antique shop at Bandra Bazar Road .
There was some sadness I felt that connected me with her she was in bad shape her elbow broken and there was no effort in restoring her .
So she stood defiantly facing the vagaries of Mumbai weather the heat humidity ..outside the store and I was the only one hoping she would get a home with some film set designer ,but each time I met the owners son he said nobody wanted to buy her ,,
I tried to poeticize the pain of this warrior damsel.. the last of the Mohicans ,, I am saying this more as a metaphor .. the little bit I know about Tribal Red Indian culture was comic books that always showed them as villains and the holier than thou cowboys as heroes ,, and the land belonged to these early tribes driven into wilderness ,,
I hardly know anything about their sartorial ancestry ,, it was no taught in school.. but I always remembered those profoundly misplaced words a Good Indian is a dead Indian.
However I wont beat round the bush I met the owners son as I had not seen the Red Indian statue outside th shop because of heavy rains ,,it was stored in the attic but somebody having read my online rant bought it for Rs 1200.
I am happy for the Red Indian see was saved the misery and my photography ,, so thereby ends a tale
she waited
she waited
she waited
the weather
the heat
humidity
she hated
she wanted
to pierce the
dagger into
her heart
she contemplated
in alien surroundings
to be or not to be
she confusedly
debated ..
wary of a poets
love interest she
was scared to be
baited ..ill fated
my god is red ..
she was frustrated
he was an indian too
but to her ancestry
he was not related
every time he touched
the thunder of her cheeks
she felt violated ..now
finally she has left the
bandra bazar road
antique shop finally
from vagaries of time
misery liberated
in some other planet
some other time ,,
rehabilitated
The Red Indian Finally Got Sold At The Antique Store For Rs 1200
I was fascinated with this fibreglass statue of the Rd Indian since the day she arrived at Aslam Bhais Antique shop at Bandra Bazar Road .
There was some sadness I felt that connected me with her she was in bad shape her elbow broken and there was no effort in restoring her .
So she stood defiantly acing the vagaries of Mumbai weather the heat humidity ..outside the store and I was the only one hoping she would get a home with some film set designer ,but each time I met the owners son he said nobody wanted to buy her ,,
I tried to poeticize the pain of this warrior damsel.. the last of the Mohicans ,, I am saying this more as a metaphor .. the little bit I know about Tribal Red Indian culture was comic books that always showed them as villains and the holier than thou cowboys as heroes ,, and the land belonged to these early tribes driven into wilderness ,,
I hardly know anything about their sartorial ancestry ,, it was no taught in school.. but I always remembered those profoundly misplaced words a Good Indian is a dead Indian.
However I wont beat round the bush I met the owners son as I had not seen the Red Indian statue outside th shop because of heavy rains ,,it was stored in the attic but somebody having read my online rant bought it for Rs 1200.
I am happy for the Red Indian see was saved the misery and my photography ,, so thereby ends a tale
she waited
she waited
she waited
the weather
the heat
humidity
she hated
she wanted
to pierce the
dagger into
her heart
she contemplated
in alien surroundings
to be or not to be
she confusedly
debated ..
wary of a poets
love interest she
was scared to be
baited ..ill fated
my god is red ..
she was frustrated
he was an indian too
but to her ancestry
he was not related
every time he touched
the thunder of her cheeks
she felt violated ..now
finally she has left the
bandra bazar road
antique shop finally
from vagaries of time
misery liberated
in some other planet
some other time ,,
rehabilitated
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Painted Walls ,,
I have a great fascination for shooting wall art of graffiti ..
So one day a few years back I walked from Dadar Station shooting the murals ..and shot almost all the art painted by students ,,I shot till Mahim.
However all these images a lengthy series is on DVDs that I am now converting as slideshows but in BW and posting it as videos at my You Tube Channel.
I have over 1500 DVDs all my back up,,,since 2007 ,,
Though I have them all at my Flickr timeline I want to showcase my street photography ,,This series is known as Walls .
Incidentally being an incorrigible dumbfucked romantic I had fallen in love with a veiled woman on the wall . and each time I passed her I thought she too was crazy about me ,I poeticized her I even took my granddaughters to meet her and both Marziya and Nerjis shot me posing with her ..
This was one crazy love and it came to an end tragically when her face was defaced by a horrid wall ad and my love story went down the fucking drain.
But I have not given up shooting wall art ,,and the walls metaphorically speak to me ,,created by an Artist and they invoke search for love too ,,,like Anarkali at Waroda Road ,,when she gets tired of her filmy lover on the wall she calls me ..
parwaanaa jal rahaa hai magar jal rahaa hai kyon
ye raaz jaananaa hai to khud ko jalaake dekh
mujh se mat poochh mere ishq mein kyaa rakhaa hai
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