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Time To Change As Moharam Is Back

get ready for
Hyderabad
black clothes
to pack ,,shooting
the lovers of Hussain
the only Humanity in
Islam that the Wahabis
Salafis Jehadis could not
hijack..1400 years flashback
our lifes goal one track
protesting against the
terrorism of the Yazidis
we persecuted shias
killed murdered decapitated
die everyday born everyday
we come back to curse the
killers of hussain those evil
scumbags ..we are the tears
of a hapless mother of Hussain
our mission of peace love
humanity can never be sideracked

My Tryst With Mr Raghu Rai At NCPA And At Mahakumbh Allahabad 2013

My Tryst With Mr Raghu Rai At NCPA And At Mahakumbh Allahabad 2013

I was invited by my Guru my Mentor Mr Mukesh Parpiani and I shot the proceedings for those photography lovers who could not make it ..it was worth every minute listening to the Halloween words of a great Maestro Mr Raghu Rai,,,

A photograph has picked up a fact of life, and that fact will live forever. - Raghu Rai











Camerewale Bawa Malang Of Mumbai

posted at Facebook

I have deleted most friend requests as I will be shortly deactivating my Facebook account I need a sabbatical..so to those of you who want to connect with me follow me on You Tube or Twitter ,,
Thanks
Camerewale Bawa
Malang Of Mumbai

Life is a journey...

From the cradle to the grave
The Muslim says Allah ho Akbar
The Hindu says Har Har Mahadev
The Christian says Jesus will save
Each one to his spirituality enslaved
The coward and the brave ..
The king the joker and the knave
Standing on a shore waiting for the wave
From the castle back to the cave
For a fistful of sky everyone craves

Written in a moving bus this Alis slave

Jesus on sale at the antique shop

feverish outside the antique shop at bazar drenched to the bones
he waits watching people who pass him by this world a market place everyone busy involved caught in a rat race ..
people busy conspiring to grab another mans space no time for love pretentious platitudes no grace ..ugly rotten dream of wealth self glory they chase..
the phony husband thinking of his mistress in his wifes embrace humanity a dichotomous mask of deceit conceit on every face
lost illusions lost hope god and man have parted ways
man now is bound to his caste his religion his race
jesus at the antique shop a lost moment on display

Marziya Shakir Gift of Peace

Marziya Shakir Gift of Peace

Shooting the Soul of Madness

Perhaps I am a madman too
I meet them cosmically out of
The blue they wait for me at
Crossroads of the Mind old
And new ..do ask a madman
What are you believe me for
Once he won't ever tell you
Whether he is a Muslim
Christian or Hindu ..no
He is not a Jew ..
But metaphorically try
To step into his shoes
A drenching pain of sorrow
A dead tomorrow he has
No clue he lives from one
Mad day to the next a cup
Of tea is heady brew he does
Not bathe on the road he
Urinates defecates trouble
Him badwords he spews
They drive him away with
Stones at the public loo
Sleeping outside a shut shop
In the rains even his dreams
Are gloomy untrue ...
He could not fly over the cuckoos nest
He solemnly silently from this world of
Sane people permanently withdrew. .


As a photographer I poeticize the soul of my pictures ...what about you ...

The indomitable formidable International Tennis Coach Mr Venkat Iyer respected Guru of my Coach Surendra Pawar .

Life taught me a lesson and it has stayed with me all these years ..without a teacher or a guru you are a rudderless paper boat ..at the mercy of the vagaries of the waves and the unfriendly shoreline of fate .
I realized one needs a Guru and I was lucky that I have several gurus ..two of my photo gurus passed away but they still guide me in the ethereal sense .
And may God give my photo guru living legend Shreekant Malushte a very long life .
I have a Naga Guru who is a male but during a certain feast he takes on the avtar of a woman I am told his form his voice all change he becomes a receptacle for a Devi ..and Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj Juna Akhara does ling kriya at every Kumbh before taking the holy dip.
I have a Chishtiya Guru Peersab Fakhru Miya Ajmer Hujra no 6 I am grateful for him to my tryst with Sufism Malangs Rafaees and Qalandaris .
He is the door that led me into green pastures of metaphysical thought and retrospection .
I have a Jesuit Guru Fr Jaun and I won't ever …

GSB Seva Mandal King Circle Visarjan day Part 2

Om Namo Narayan

Sukh Shanti Sab Se bada Dhan
For peace hope humanity the poetry of my soul yearns ..as the flame perched precariously on the candle burns ..what I lost perhaps may not return ..my memories of her love spent out ashes in an urn ..at every disillusioning turn ..
Caught in a vice between my dead father and the burnt out dreams of my son..
I move but I cannot run ..

The GSB Seva Mandal King Circle ..Ganesh Visarjan

Memories of Advocate Ashish Shelars Ganpati pandal

Lost Memories Bandra Shot By Firoze Shakir

The Beggar Hijras

Yes I have something to say ..

Fate controls our lives our moments our destiny .
From the second day that Marziya my first granddaughter was born I bent down on my knees beneath her cradle and thanked God for this generous gift of life love and truth .
And by the time Marziya was born 9 years back from this day I had given up boozing I was absolutely clean in mind heart and soul when I took my grandchild in my arms and when I put her back in the cradle she gave me a godly smile .
So the first thing Marziya saw on 25 Nov was my face and Shiva's third eye holding sway in my camera .
She was born with the umbilical cord choking her neck on ,24 November ..and I was at my studio on 29 Road Bandra I had not seen my first granddaughter I was crying and here you won't believe what I am about to say even as a Muslim ..a few Naga Sadhus walked in as they loved coming to my shop for my blessings before leaving for a pilgrimage ..these ones mystics seers were going to Ganga Sagar.
I had told them nothing my face was w…

Bandra Blues Street Photography by Firoze Shakir

God is an umbrella above a Muslim beggars head

Hope won't turn hunger into bread
Being a Muslim beggar
an untouchable
Half living half dead .
His dying soul made of lead .
To despair remorse he was wed
A few coins as gratification in
His beggars bowl his cosmic fate
Fled ..once he is dead and gone
On his unmarked grave a patch of a green bed
 ...grass weeping in the winds
He was a a devout man tears they will
Shed ...
So beware beneath your feet lies dreams
Unfulfilled when hastily you tread ..
A Muslim cemetery invokes you recite a
Fatiah for those ..lying inert stone dead
Poeticizing a street moment that
attracted and repelled ....
words that sought comfort in synchronicity as
They cosmically rebelled ..

Hijra Beauties at Ajmer Part 2

Chalo Ajmer Part 2

Hijra Beauties At Ajmer Exotic and Rare

The Point Of No Return Street Photography By Firoze Shakir

The Point Of No Return Street Photography By Firoze Shakir

Eid Ul Adha 2011 Bandra Namaz Beggars Qurbani Street Shots

Chor Bazar Market of Thieves

Carter Blues

posted at Facebook

This was shot at noon yesterday from Mr Yusuf Lakdawalas bedroom balcony .
Normally I shoot Carter road sea front from his hall and as a person living in Bandra I have a lot of passionate memories of my grandchildren and Carter road and there are powerfully etched memories of my mentor late Mr Rajesh Khanna and his demolished dream of love Ashirwad..but the show must go on .
It's been over 3 months or more I have not been able to walk at Carter Road ..after my recent accident at Khamakhya my rigorous walks have completely stopped ..and the rest in bed with no work hit me the hardest .
I had a very busy day morning at Yusuf Bhais place than I got my hair colored came home showered rushed to Mr Suneel Darshan office to MHADA ..
Just across his bungalow is Mr Kapil Sharmas controversial bungalow and seated outside a bevy of cops and media vans pass by to take a byte.
I did not shoot it after my work got over with Shiv Darshan I headed to Mr KRKs office along the s…

Kassim Bhai Earcleaner at Work

Lalbagh Chya Raja Vijay Aso

You Tube Creators Day Mumbai 2016