The Poor Migrants Of Assam and The Cows Of Lucknow

I felt sorry for both but yes more for the Assamese .. they are the pride of Assam and the heritage of the River Brahmaputra ,,
I was in tears when I shot this ,, if you are as sensitive and human I am you will have tears too..


This is Mr Akhilesh Yadavs Uttar Pradesh perhaps the contractors who bought these poor from Assam with their entire family pays them less than the locals .. I dont know ,,
I am a Mumbai guy ,, but never seen such apathy and cheapness of human life ,,

The PM says India is marching ahead ..ys only for the rich the protected Adanis Ambanis and others ,, its marching on the dead bodies of murdered raped women its marching had on the humiliated brutalized bodies of the Dalits it is marching ahead on the dead body of Akhlaq of Dadri..
Never was my India so deeply divided .. between the Brahmins and the low caste...I am not into politics .. nor a part member but I am a senior citizen 65 years old lived all my life in Mumbai ,,it hurts .. hurts hurts as much as it hurts all of you.
I can only poke your conscience through my pictures ,, original content ,,some through my poems and some through my videos .


I was in Assam shooting Ambubachi Mela Khamakhya ,, and the sweepers loved me because they had seen the Hindi film I had done a cameo and I took their broom to clean the streets of Holy Khamakhya ,,

Assam is Gods gift to Humanity and the Assamese are Gods true children.. seeing them in the wilderness as garbage scavengers much before I visited Assam .. was terrible ,,

Joie Khamakhya Ma ,,

Bleeding Heart ,,Tears On The Soul Of Mohomed Akhlaq

Bleeding Heart ,,Tears On The Soul Of Mohomed Akhlaq

in india you can be lynched
to death for eating storing beef
.progress and development a
modi wave in which we believed
that it would bring succor acche
din our nation would turn a new
leaf.. but hindu talibans attack
a house in the heart of the night
like thieves murder a man make
sure he is dead when they leave
impregnable silence of our globe
trotting chief,..our nation in grief
wake up akhilesh yadav from your
world of make belief offering 10 lacs
does not bring a dead man back to
life ..your miscalculated misplaced
relief..pulling out an ace from your
sleeve  does it wipe the tears of
the bereaved what does it achieve

Should I Politicize The Pain Of A Poor North Indian Bhaiyya

He sells coriander leaves , hara dhaniya at the Bandra Bazar and hardly talks to anyone , he is a disheartened man a very lonely man..when it rains heavily he covers himself with his umbrella.

I have been observing him for several years without stalking him ,once he has sold all his stuff , he comes to De Monte Street and has his frugal meal and goes to sleep outside a shop with downed shutters ,, I have shot him in this position too.

I feel sad for him , thousands of miles away from his hometown in Uttar Pradesh he came to Bandra to chase his dreams ..he is not very friendly , hates making conversation so I have only few words relationship with him I buy the coriander from him for my Java sparrows ...

Does he miss his family or have the abandoned him ..and when I saw him sitting like this I could not resist taking this pensive shot ,, a shot that tells so much of his lifes struggle , his penury , he is not doing well in life but I think he has firmly decided he will not beg..

When Hon Akhilesh Yadav invites  all the Bollywood Bigwigs for his glamour and glitzy show in Saifai .. will he ever have time to think of the people of his State enslaved in Mumbai.. doing menial jobs ,,jobs that the Marathi Manoos will never do.. the Marathi Manoos with due respect wants to be in the Police Income Tax  Sale Tax ..so the void is being filled by the North Indian migrant , he is the wheels  that moves Mumbai.

His contribution to the growth progress of Mumbai as a commercial hub  cannot be ignored .. his services in every domestic field a necessity ..

Many of these Migrants colloquially sometimes even derogatorily are called Bhaiyyas ,, they are spread out as laudry men , washing clothes , ironing clothes , vegetable sellers  , bhangarwalas ,you will find a lot of them in MTNL once they were linesmen now they dabble with Internet wires ..at street corners ..

They sell fish that they buy from Bhaucha Dhakka , operate on a mobile phone , they sell newspapers , once Parsi Dairy farm had Bhaiyyas in their blue shirts working out from their office at Marine Lines ,,

Tailors , embroidery workers , carpenters , fruitsellers , are mostly from UP and the hordes of beggars that come from North India trying their luck out in the streets of Mumbai.

The Government of Uttar Pradesh has never done anything for  the people of their State working as migrants in a heartless city like Mumbai  ,, happy to have got rid of them..

Than I say a silent prayer for my Dad Mohomed Shakir who ran away from Lucknow at the age of 15 .. living in the slums of Kurla he gave us a Hope .. he made sure we would never have to return to Lucknow ,, He made us Pucca Mumbaikars and he so loved Mumbai that he is buried besides my mother in the beloved soil of Mumbai ..at Rehmatabad Shia cemetery Mazgaon.

''गर्व आहे मला, मी मराठी असल्याचा''.. yes this soil this air we breathe made us Mee Marathi too.