Thursday, June 2, 2016

Do You Want To Be A Photographer Or A Storyteller

I started of like most of you as an analogue photographer but strictly hobbyist ,,,and never an iota of a thought about making money or having photography as my second source of income ,,
I was happy as a high end tailor or Darzi...
Once the digital era made its advent I had no option but to learn a bit of internet and photoshop , I paid Rs 4000 at that time but typed with one finger .I still type with one finger ,,
I came as a novice to Buzznet in 2005 and thus began my tryst with blogging as Photographer No1 ...I had to write a lot of description on my pictures as the huge audience was predominantly American .. but my grammar was horrid , I used large font and my earlier efforts at blogging were atrocious but in word form but not in the intensity of my images ,,,I shot the unseen India ,
Customs Rituals traditions Hinduism in its humility and glory , Sufi body piercing , Shiasm more of blood and self infliction known as pictures in retrospection were shock and awe ,,
I began shooting the transgender I began writing slam kind of rhyming poetry ,,,
It was at this time 2006 I cam to know the meaning of racism , racist attacks on me by white poets and hacking of my Shia blogs with nudity and porn images .
I finally moved to Flickr in 2007 I used Flickr as a blog platform only , blogging with pictures as original content .
It was in 2014 that after joining Ello .. I saw a change I met David Seibold I liked the way he added stories to his artistic pictures I got highly influenced by him... I began to start thinking as a storyteller and I began storytelling at Facebook..
I was certainly not happy telling a story in a single frame I had a huge repository of words ...wanting to come out from my system I decided to tell my stories through video...and in one year I shot over 1200 videos ,, till date 12 million views ...simple stories ,,
I just started editing a bit at You Tube ,,,and I started to become disembodied from the soul of my picture ,,, and thanks to David I dont have his gift of narration but I am trying to improve ,, and now to my new story of a crippled dreamer ..2 years of Modijis so called Progress and Development have not touched him yet ,,the second hand wheelchair is a gift from a good samaritan,,
I will shoot his video make him talk to me ,, he is the new Muslim beggar of Bandra Bazar Road.
Incomplete stories too come back to haunt me and a kind God sees that I get another golden chance to tell it to you again.
The blogger in me hung himself from a fan he is still hanging a tale .

The Facebook Friends List

posted this evening at Facebook

Today I sat and pruned my Facebook contacts ,,I normally added a person if we had a mutual friend ,,,I had over 2880 people on my list ,,,most of them added me without reading my profile ,,
And all my posts on Facebook is for Friends only ,,I post Hiduism Shiasm Sufism Christianity Hijras Beggars etc..I dont want to be trolled by Faceless Facebook members ,,,so I post with due moderation ... the same post on my FB timeline is public at Flickr Twitter and Blogspot ..
However I added a lot of people I had no interactions with them I did not even know them so I decided to politely remove them..
I have decided I will only add people I know .. people with photography as a hobby .. I am not going to add people because of the different hues I shoot spiritually ,,
I dont want 5000 friends the few I have I am happy with them .. as I type with one finger I have very few on my feed .. I also request people to mute me on Twitter and remove me from their feeds on Facebook..
But I post less links here ...and my Twitter is connected to Flickr and from Twitter my post reaches here too.
So please forgive me ,,,if you read this on my Flickr timeline ,,it was done as an afterthought and not as part of any evil agenda ,,
I also removed the few ladies on my list I am a 65 year old man a grandfather and my romantically philandering days are over for good..
And I always need a picture to tell my story ,,, and the picture is of my favorite haunt ,,,, Bandra Talao..

Last Journey Mr Vikas Mohan..

I Love Bandra... Because That Is Where I Stay

i became bald
as i was turning
gray die
with dignity
to god i pray
good friends
die leaving
on the way
man an idol
golden dreams
but feet made
of clay ,,
born in transit
yet permanently
he wants to stay
lost illusions
as they say
where there is
a will yet cant
find his way

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