Saturday, July 23, 2016
posted first at Facebook
Tell Me Honestly The Day Our Esteemed Prime Minister Modiji comes to Visit Advocate Ashish Shelar who lives a two blocks away from this garbage dump like me .. wont this garbage not disappear .
All the Kings Horses All The Kings Bhakts will be cheerfully removing it after all the Civic seat presently held by Congress has to be snatched to make a BJP hat trick at the hustings .
I know this is a Municipal market garbage dump but can it not be covered from mortal eyes ,, the stink here in the morning when children go to school is unbearable ,
And those holy saints who clean Carter Road Bandra Staion will never come to this place with sacrosanct garbage ,, Guess Why..
Because this is real garbage all the brooms of the Am Admi Party wont clear it .
Each morning the Municipal Conservancy staff tll me they clear a ton and half ,, and in a few minutes it gets filled up again
I feel sorry for them they have no safety shoes , no masks and they used plastic bags as gloves .
The Congress Corporator is merely a rubber stamp he has never come here at all.. and much of th blame for this goes to the the Ex corporators of this area and the Congress party.
At our Bandra Bazar Road market the hawkers the shopkeepers grumble nobody comes here ,, the local papers lick politician asses they will never highlight this never ,,
So I began shooting this as fine art I taught my grandchildren photography shooting this garbage dump.. and I told them earnestly if you cam shoot this you cam shoot anything in the world ..
Many foreign photographers are intrigued by our inhouse garbage a lot of them from France Amsterdam Australia Italy America UK have come and shot this dogpile ,,and thanked me profusely ,,this was the only genre missing in their pictorial repertoire .
Now believe the only photographers that will die before they shoot this are the grandmasters of defunct decadent camera clubs .. they are still limping on 3 legs shooting the old fucked masters ..the same fucked light the same fucked situations ,, and cameraclubs killed photography ,, much before vision could be born.
I made sure my grandchildren would never enter the portals of a camera club and be tarnished forever ,, I too am a product of the camera club.. but I flew over the fucked cuckoos nest ,,
I hardly call myself a blogger or a photographer ,,
I am a storyteller all I need is an image to tell my story..
My stories are all online ..I first posted them on Flickr but now that I have all of you as my good friends I first narrate it here at Facebook than copy paste to Flickr ,, pimping it back on Twitter till it rebounds on Facebook again..
Every time I came to Lucknow during Moharam.. Ashura Chehlum or Athvi.. I shot Old Lucknow ..streets bylanes and specially the cobbled lanes where my Mother spent her short childhood days ,,at Pata Nala ,, near Kankar Kua ,, and her father Daroga Nabban Sab poet was a descendant of th eminent poet Mir Anis ,,
But after his death the children of the first wife of my grandfather migrated to Pakistan.. my grandmother Nazmi Bgum refused to leave Lucknow and India ,
She lived in penury and got my mother married to my dad at the age of 14,..my dad was a Lucknow born settled in Mumbai and had witnessed the ship bomb blast ,, at the docks when he worked at old Fort with a English boss from the tailoring fraternity .
My fathers family were hardcore Sunnis from Subatiya Bagh .vinegar merchants .. his father Bashir Hussain married a Shia lady Khurshed baji and accepted Shiasm surrendering his rights wealth everything to his relatives as he was the only male heir ,, so my dad too became a Shia ..and married my mom a Syed .
So I try to shoot those old lanes of Vazir Ganj where my paternal grandmother lived with her friend Chanda Baji..
I shot all the bylanes ,,and would let my imagination soar ,, my mothers friends in the adjoining lanes near Kankar Kua Bholi Juhi and others,, all dead I think..
My mother was very close to Nawab Durani ,,,he was related to her through his mother who was close relative of Daroga Nabban Sab,,
Sadly the old stories my mother told us when we were growing in Mumbai have all disappeared ,,
My mother started her tryst with my dad living in the slums of Kurla close to a Hindu crematorium.. I was born in Lucknow came to Mumbai as a year old .
Fro Kurla my dad bought her to Wodehouse road where we stayed in the palatial servants quarters of Late Nawab Kashmiris family ,, after living at Wodehouse road my dad got temporary accommodations at Neelam Breach Candy and finally settled with a huge brood at 3 Mohini Mansions ,,Strand Cinema Colaba .
Both my parents opted for Mumbai and are buried side by side at Rehmatabad Shia cemetery...
So when I come to Lucknow I try to wander to the birth place of my parents ,, try to capture it for posterity ,,
My in laws the Qazilbash are from Lucknow ,, the only house where my mother lived in Lucknow was sold off by my uncle ,, so all the memories have vanished so to speak.
And this is the introduction of my new video that is being uploaded at You Tube in BW ,,
I am perhaps the only Muslim shooting Lalbaugh Chya Raja for over 20 years or more ,,thanks to Mr Sudhir Salvi head honcho of the Mandal.....
Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
Ek Shahenshah Ne Banake Yeh Haseen Tajmahal Ham Gareebon Ki Mohabbat Ka Udaya Hai Mazak.. , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Fli...
Insan Ko Bedar Ho Lene Do Har Qaum Pukaregi Hamare Hain Hussain , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.