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Ambubachi Mela Khamakhya 1 2017 Assam Aghoris Naga Sadhus Hijra Tantrics

About Goddess Kamakhya ..Assam ..Joie Ma Kamakhya

Kamakhya (Assamese: কামাখ্যা দেৱী), is an important Hindu Tantric goddess of desire who evolved in the Himalayan hills. She is also identified as Kali and Maha Tripura Sundari. According to the Tantric texts (Kalika Purana, Yogini Tantra) that are the basis for her worship at the Kamakhya temple, a 16th-century temple in the Kamrup district of Assam. The earlier manifest of the goddess sanctified at the Garo hills is destroyed, although the Vatsayana priests are said to have carried away the manifest of the goddess to the Hindu kingdom in Kashmir and later sanctified in a remote hill forest in Himachal. Her name means "renowned goddess of desire," and she resides at the presently rebuilt Kamakhya Temple in 1645 C. The temple is primary amongst the 51 Shakti Peethas related to the sect that follows Sati, and remains one of the most important Shakta temples and Hindu pilgrimage sites in the world.

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Khamakhya Ambubachi Mela 2017 Assam..Documenting Naga Sadhus Aghoris Tantrics

One thing I can say with utmost confidence Ma Khamakhya likes me ,,I was gifted a flight ticket Mum Guwahati Mumbai by my patron Mrs Shatrughan Sinha .she once again sponsored my trip and my humble MLA President of Mumbai BJP Advocate Shelar helped  me too..

I had no place to stay in Khamakhya as the old ashram I stayed in last year had shut down for good ..but I was given a room free lodging boarding by a friend Niku Sarma a Panda from the priestly family of Khamakhya Dham.

Last year I could not get the Darshan of the Goddess because of long unending lines people waiting 30 hours once the temple doors opened on 26 June .but this time the Goddess pulled me in and I went into a Sufi trance in the sanctum sanctorum.
Photography is banned in innr sanctum even with mobile phone fine of Rs 5000 ..

I shot the Aghoris at Khmakhya Crematorium at midnight ,, shot the tantrics hijra shamans and in the daytime I shot the Juna Akhara Khamakhya Dham,

I was lucky a Naga Guru I know since Maha Kumb…

The Indomitable Race Of The Siddis Lost Tribe From Africa in India

Begging In The Rains , Brother Sister Reflect Their Pain

wheelchair bound in chains
life is miserable but they wont
complain a drunken father
who lies fallen in a drain
a bedridden mother half
insane they beg to survive
husk and grain ..the boy
worked for a fisherman
selling fresh fish outside
the Bandra bazar but
no fishing in the rains
this is life captured by
my camera it wanes

poor miserable toilers
beggars caught between
want and needs
they will always remain

Ten Years Of Flickr Pro

I joined @Flickr as a pro member 10 June 2007 I have uploaded 425000 images public private.
10 years of Flickr.

17.3K geotagged photos
73.9K faves
0 groups

I have pruned my Flickr  friends list I want to follow fewer people  like minded and interactive ,,


The Most Beautiful Hijras in The World Is Paid Content You Tube

money earned will go for education of poor slum kids


Rest In Peace Dear Mr Gopinath Sawant Ex PSI Mumbai

This picture was shot at Ganesh Visarjan Lalbagh , it was Mr Gopinath Sawants   72 birthday ,,we were both shooting Lalbagh Chya Raja Visarjan.
But this evening a photographer friend Sidharth called me up to give me a tragic new that Mr Gopinath Sawant has passed away on 28 May. 2017 .

Mr Gopinath Sawant was once the vice President of my camera club Photographic Society of India Mumbai.

In my early years of photography he was a great help and support ,, he was an avid photographer teacher and mentor to many successful photographers .

I shall miss him..

My condolences to his son daughter and family ,

Om Shanti Om

"Friends, Photographers , countrymen, lend me your ears"

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It is part of my online humility love of humanity peace and brotherhood


About Firoze Shakir Photographer No1

My Humble @Flickr #Profile
To reach here took me miles
When in Pain smile ..
I am just a digital file


Swach Bharat -Is A Failure At Bandra Bazar Road

Women are captive of their desire

their body and soul
like candle and flame
incongruously on fire
a spirit live wire  ,
breaking the bars of
a prison cell with pliers
still held in incredulous
quagmire birth to death
womanhood a satire
conjoined to a mans soul
who treats her like a
commodity  he never tires
incomplete dreams he sires

once she sat indomitable
in the fiery flames with her
dead husbands lifeless corpse
on a pyre ..dreams aborted
life and times of a bride in
a widows attire ,,

times have changed
but a woman is a woman
even her memory a poem
inspires ...i wont deny her

I shoot garbage as Fine Art

a poem for my Flickr
friend Felip 1 i start
why do I shoot garbage
who will shoot it after i
depart a thought that
saddens me breaks my
heart tell me in your city
do they litter throw garbage
like this or they use a garbage
bin or cart ..

our garbage is an artistic
exploration into the soul of
Man his failings his warts
a journey he must chart

my local representatives
who were elected with our
votes will never see this
its worse than Cupids
poisonous dart ,,
hands folded with slimy
smiles they will come when
their term gets over Bandra
Queen of The Suburbs their
sweetheart ..they hardly care a fart
disillusioned democracy the system
like a computer needs a restart

My Cosmic Rings

My fate is linked to my
cosmic rings to a layman
it means nothing to a mystic
emphatically good luck brings
a whirling dervesh sings

Living and the Dead

Muslim beggar on a mound
a few feet above the ground
beneath her feet is a grave
a body lying safe sound
living and dead bound
i found..her head with
thorns crowned
fate unstopping
loves to pound
color of pain
urban brown


You are born  in the desert of your loneliness even God busy with
#covfefe wont hear your cry,,food for worms when you die


You are born  in the desert of your loneliness even God busy with
#covfefe wont hear your cry,,food for worms when you die

I shoot eyes

I shoot eyes slits in the soul of a vestal garb people despise i seek poetry passion pathos a moment called paradise

The Accidental Model

My Guru late Mr KG Maheshwari shot this picture I dont know what was on his mind , he was considerate kind a model like me is hard to find

The Accidental Model

My Guru late Mr KG Maheshwari shot this picture I dont know what was on his mind , he was considerate kind a model like me is hard to find

On Twitter I Grew

I started my day at Facebook Retching Vomiting could not take the racial spew So over the cuckoos nest I flew ,, On I grew

The Strolling Stone

I am less adventurous
than I was a born rebel
without a cause luckily
I have no boss a rolling
stone learning to gather
moss off course