Saturday, July 30, 2016

The Dam Madar Malangs At Gwalior

We were all returning from Panihar Sharif the Asthana and spiritual abode of the Head Of Our Madariyya Order Syed Masoom Ali Baba.
We were invited to the Chalisva or 40 Day Memorial gathering of the mothers of Gaddi Nashin Razzak Ali Baba nephew of Syed Masoom Ali Baba .. his seat is both here at Panihar and also at Makanpur .His mother had died a month and 10 days back.
He is a very powerful scholar ,,and he is very young ,,we get along very well..
Syed Masoom Ali baba is very fond of me and my Malang brother Marc,, and he is 102 years old man who lives in austerity ,, if someone offers him fruits he will invite me to have some ,,he takes care of me ..will offer me dry fruits and I am honored by his love and hospitality .
He feeds me victuals .. and I have never seen such kindly emotions even Syed Rafik Baba will see that I am well taken care of ,, I have honestly sincerely documented their Order ,, Rafik Bhai till date has never called me by name only as Maulaiee ,, Follower of Ali.
I used to wear a 6 meter turban and Masoomi baba told me to sport a 12 meter turban.. I wanted to grow my dreads but than I got fungal boils on my head I shaved of my head became bald for a few months .
And I seamlessly fit in both with Malangs the Rifaees and the Naga Sadhus ,,though I want to go deeper into the documentation of the Aghori Sadhus ,,
I was surprised that Masoomi Baba called me to Panihar Sharif personally and also to Makanpur ,,and finally I met him again at the
Ajmer Urus ,,
However I am very close to Liaqat Baba Malang of Chomu close to Jaipur ,, he calls me almost every week inquiring about my health and my diabetes,.
Dam Madar Beda Par

The State Of The Foot Soldiers Of Modijis Swach Bharat At Bandra

One Way Street .. My Street Photography BW

The Tower Of Ill fame

The slums of Bandra
all around it as far as
the eye can see it 
arrogantly shames
politicians pride poor
mans envy its only
notoriety to fame
the super rich will
come to reclaim
allah ho akbar
the muezzins call
the rich disturbed in
their sleep will blame
the soul of bandra
incongruously forever
maimed ..a photo
study on architectural
monstrosities of bandra
a builder politician nexus
all the same ,, gone
the east indian gaothans
a frame within a frame
dedicated lovingly
to my sweet Rosetta my
Bandra ex flame
if i had married her
i would have gladly
become Firoze Fernandes
a rose by another name
she married a rich NRI
she said my doomed love
was unconditionally to blame
a beggar poet on two legs
but cosmically accidentally lame

The Kashmiri ,,,Searching For God In Mumbai

I meet beggars and it is a cosmic attachment with people and my surroundings he was trying to collect money for his sons operation..and it was on the high side ,,but he was full of hope and told me that Mumbai people have a heart..I wanted to tell him it is not the heart but the heartbeat that sensitizes the poetry of the human soul ,, I gave him what I could ,,
Mostly these street stories I shoot are stories of doom.. and I read too much Dickens Zola George Gissing ,,Balzac and I encounter those characters in my tales ,,I met Uriah Heep I met Aunt Pegotty I meet Mr Micawber the Fat Boy ,,
I meet Rastignac,,,through the corridors of my life ,, I am not much into writing but my pictures can be talkative enough ,,
And If I shot pictures to massage my soul .. to display my skill it would be terribly misguiding that is why I am not on Instagram Snapchat ,, I used to hate posting my pictures here on Facebook.. but I am now able to narrate here more than at Flickr the source of all my street stories .
I could never be a Press Photographer manipulating the poetry of Life following the same few crabs in a glass bottle ,, I gave up the regressive Camera Club which is nothing but a Madrsa of Photography in disguise.. I tell people go shoot your own pictures ,,and find a good Guru..a Guru is a must for ever photographer a Guru who will not always hold you bound as a disiple but make you a Guru too ,,
I was lucky I asked for one Guru , God in his Munificence gave me a Trinity
Father Son and Mr Malushte,, .The Father son being Mr KG Maheshwari and Prof Jatkar and I reiterate the best school of Photography is Flickr ,, what you learn there you wont ever learn anywhere else .
I never met this Kashmiri beggar again and I search for people I shot ,,but it is like searching for a fucked needle in a haystack.
But sometimes with your Tantric Kundalini you can force the moment to come back..

Street Photography not letting a Moment go..

while shooting a few moments
you might come to blows bear it
but dont let the moment go ,,,
capture the soul of silence in
oxymoron haste as it flows
scripting a new story ,,street life
worldly woes ,,a moment like a
sacred tear that i froze ,, yes i
shoot with my eyes closed..
poetizing street prose ,,,what
was distantly far now comes
up close ,,Fuck F Stops
Fuck the Injured Toe ,,
Dont let the moment go..
What you saw to others you
must show ,, animated angst
as it grows ,,,a storyteller
A Malang named Firoze