Showing posts with label beggar poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beggar poet. Show all posts

Sunday, April 29, 2018

At the Frame Shops of Woodcarvers #Bandra SV Road






Unduly blamed
Shot by a hunter
Now as a trophy 
Framed
Luckily
not body
shamed
Ludicrously
Laughing
The guy
Who took
This Shot.
Said I was
Game.
The heart is a lonely hunter bad aim
Gambhir Singh the Candle and the Flame
On the streets of Bandra
People call me Firoze Shakir
Gambhir Singh
Change of name
What they call me
I became
Two people in their
Minds frame
Manipuri and Manipur
Through a viral you tube
Video gave me unwanted
Fame...
My humble beggar poets life will never ever be the same.

Friday, September 15, 2017

When a Picture Gives Birth to a Poem







the darkness in his life presents a sense of gloom
the day he saw her fell in love with her marked his doom .
a love that died much before
it could bloom..
memories in the graveyard of his fucked consciousness that vengeful time wants to exhume
she fled one night with his best friend leaving the gas open poisonous fumes..he survived before he could be placed on a mound of a unmarked tomb ..
His one last memory a drop he left behind in her unforgiving womb .

I Use the Camera to Heal Myself .





Since 4 am today I have been very sick loose motions and other related problems add to that lack of sleep .
My wife has gone to visit our granddaughter Zinnia in Pune along with Marziya and Nerjis as she always has a home remedy for my problems .

it could also have been triggered by the dinner I had last night in absence of my wife .

However I did not give in at 7 I went to play tennis and my vision was blurry and dark I played for an hour drank lots of water than I came home showered took a nap ..
I went out again for some domestic chore on my return my maid gave me some chicken broth and bread .

I  much better now but I have to go to town for an urgent work I try to Heal Myself without medication ..thinking of Sakhi Shahbaz Qalandar..Sehwan .

This is my inner expression I gave up blogging completely ..

Friday, May 26, 2017

She said Hold Your Nose




the tragedy of being
firoze god almighty
has shut all doors
a tennis malang of
bandra once a well paid
well laid corporate whore
in a high end fashion store
a single occupation profession
others he had no money to
explore ..garbage as fine art
wont ever seem like an eye sore
humility is lifes essence and core
what god has given is sufficient
why ask for more and implore
said dear friend Meld hold your nose
a visual reawakened the soul of my
poetry ..the mind has so many words
in this computer store ..a lion is a lion
because of its roar ..sometimes a boat
sails on water it needs no oars ,,
photography for me has now become
a domestic chore ..shooting pictures
evolve as stories through revolving doors

this is my 10467 poem at @flickr









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Sunday, April 30, 2017

The Beggar Poet

Teri Aankho Se Ek Cheez Lajwaab Pita Hu..!! Mai Greeb Hu Per Sbse Mehngi Shraab Pita Hu..!!



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Monday, October 19, 2015

Beggar Poet





I
am a muslim
a hindu a christian
a jew he said
a mere thought
among the living
among the dead
i am a beggar poet
as the blood
like a rivulet flowed
from his head a face
within a face colored
red silently on the soul
of his poetry it spread
man can live without art
but not without culture
moving pictures born
from the stores he had read

Friday, October 2, 2015

As Photographers It Is Our Moral Duty To Create Hindu Muslim Amity ,,






Why do I shoot pictures ..what does one see when one views my Flickr timeline the source river bed of all my pictures ..I shoot all religions faith that make up my composite collective ethos of India I as a Muslim would never shoot a picture to hurt my Hindu brother or my Christian brother ,and this does not come because I am a photographer but because my parentage my upbringing respected culture ,, my mother would never call another person a kaffir we are are products of that mother ..and this applies to my brothers sisters too .

My sister in law is a Hindu and my mother treated her on par , but with more love as she honored us by accepting our family ,we did not ask her to convert ,,this was the beauty of my mother ..she bequeathed us a love that was unique .

I have been shooting Hinduism since the time I first took the camera in my hands and my Hindu friends invite me to their feasts and Devendra and Velu the high priest of Marriammen Temple Juhu Nehru Nagar  never forget me and I shoot their rituals I become a Hindu Tamil like them ,, I get repect because I respect them all.

My Tamil friends Shanmugham Sundar invite me t to Madraswadi Worli every year to shoot their Marriammen feast  and they treat me like their own brother  this can only happen in Mumbai ,,so Uttar Pradesh the beef lynching scares me I mean how polarized are the Hindus Muslims out there shocks me.. its alien to my thought my ethos completely ,

I have shot Sufism I shoot the Ajmer Urus every year and I promote the peace brotherhood as preached by the Holy Saint Khwajah Garib Nawaz a great lover of Imam Hussain..yes Hussain is Humanity ,,

I shoot Christianity Lent Easter Xmas Adoration  , Parsi New Year , Jain Michami Dukhadam, all Hindu feasts in our calendar .. and every year I dont miss Pitru Paksha at Banganga Walkeshwar I shoot all feasts barefeet .

I dont commercialize or sell my pictures I use them as  Photo Blogs ..tapestry of India..I shot the Maha  Kumbh Nasikh Kumbh twice thanks to my Naga Guru Shree Vijay Giri Maharaj Juna Akhara ..

354000 photo blogs at Flickr ,is my tribute to India ,, I shoot garbage too much before Mr Modi gave his Swach Bharat clarion call,. and garbage in Bandra Bazar is here to stay outlive us all.

Its of late I started shooting videos ,,430 videos on You Tube .


About Pitru Paksha

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pitru_Paksha

Pitru Paksha (Sanskrit: पितृ पक्ष), also spelt as Pitr paksha or Pitri paksha, (literally "fortnight of the ancestors") is a 16-lunar day period when Hindus pay homage to their ancestors (Pitrs), especially by food offerings. This death rite is known as Shraddha or tarpan and is considered as an inauspicious ceremony. In southern and western India, it falls in the Hindu lunar month of Bhadrapada (September-October), beginning with the full moon day (Purnima) that occurs immediately after Ganesh festival and ending with the new moon day known as Sarvapitri amavasya or Mahalaya amavasya. In North India and Nepal, this period corresponds to the dark fortnight of the month Ashwin, instead of Bhadrapada.[1]

The period is also known as Sola Shraddha ("sixteen shraddhas"), Kanagat, Jitiya, Mahalaya and Apara paksha.[2][3][4]

According to Hindu mythology, the souls of three preceding generations of one's ancestor reside in Pitru-loka, a realm between heaven and earth - governed by Yama, the god of death - who takes the soul of a dying man from earth to Pitru-loka. When a person of the next generation dies, the first generation shifts to heaven and unites with God and are thus not given Shraddha offerings. Thus, only the three generations in Pitru-loka are given Shraddha rites, in which Yama plays a significant role.[5] According to the sacred Hindu epics (Itihasa), at the beginning of Pitru Paksha, the sun enters the zodiac sign Virgo (Kanya) and at this time, it is the believed that the spirits leave Pitru-loka and reside in their descendants' homes a month until the sun enters the next zodiac Scorpio (Vrichchhika) - the next full moon. Hindus are expected to propitiate the ancestors in the first half - the dark fortnight.[3][6]

When the legendary donor Karna died in the epic Mahabharata war, his soul transcended to heaven where he was offered gold and jewels as food, but Karna needed real food to eat in heaven. He asked the lord of heaven, Indra the reason for serving gold as food. Indra said that Karna had donated gold all his life, and never donated food to his ancestors in Shraddha. Karna replied since he was unaware of his ancestors, he never donated anything in their memory. Karna was allowed to return to earth for a 16-day period, when he performed Shraddha and donated food and water in their memory. This period is now known as Pitru Paksha.[7][8]
[edit] Importance

Shraddha by a son in Pitru Paksha is considered a must for the ancestor soul to attain heaven. In this context, the scripture Garuda Purana says "there is no salvation for a man without a son".[5] The scriptures preach that a householder propitiate ancestors (Pitris) along with the gods (devas), ghosts (bhutas) and guests.[2] The scripture Markandeya Purana says if the ancestors are happy with the shraddhas, they will bestow upon the performer health, wealth, knowledge and longevity and ultimately heaven and salvation (moksha).[3]

Shraddha performed on Sarvapitri amavasya can also compensate for a forgotten or neglected annual shraddha ceremony, to be held on death anniversary of the deceased. According to Sharma, the ceremony is central to the concept of lineages. Shraddha involves oblations to three preceding generations, by reciting their names as well as to the mythical lineage ancestor (gotra), thus a person in his life gets to know the names of six generations in his life: three precding generation, his own and two succeeding generations - his sons and grandsons.[2] Usha Menon presents a similar idea: pitru paksha emphasizes the fact that the ancestors and the current generation and their next unborn generation are connected with blood ties. The current generation repays their debt to the ancestors in pitru paksha. This debt is considered of utmost importance along with a person's debt to his gurus and his parents.[9]
[edit] Rules of shraddha
[edit] When and where

Shraddha is performed on the specific lunar day in Pitru Paksha, when the ancestor (usually parents or paternal grandparents) was deceased. There are exceptions to the lunar day rule, special days are allotted for people who died by a particular death or their status before death:[3][5]

    * Chautha Bharani and Bharani Panchami - the fourth and fifth lunar day respectively - is allocated for people deceased in the past year.
    * Avidhava navami ("Unwidowed ninth") - the ninth lunar day is for married women, who died before their husband. Widowers invite Brahmin women as guests for their wife's shraddha.
    * The twelfth lunar day for children and ascetics, who had renounced the worldly pleasures
    * Ghata chaturdashi or Ghayala chaturdashi - the fourteenth for people killed by arms, in a war or suffered a violet death
    * Sarvapitri amavasya - ("all father's new moon day") is meant for all ancestors, irrespective the lunar day they died. It is the most important day of the Pitru Paksha and those who forgotten to perform shraddha, can do so on this day. The shraddha done on this day is considered as fruitful as one done in the holy city of Gaya.[3]
    * Matamaha ("Mother's father") or Dauhitra ("Daughter's son"): It is the first day of the month of Ashwin and beginning of the bright fortnight. It is assigned for shraddha of the maternal grandfather by the grandson.

The ritual is also held on the death anniversary of the ancestor. The shraddha is performed only at noon, usually on bank of a river or lake or at one's own house.[5] Families may also journey pilgrimage places like Varanasi and Gaya to perform Shraddha. Gaya considered sacred to perform shraddhas, holds a fair in Pitru Paksha.[10][3][4]
[edit] Who and for whom

Shraddha has to performed by the son (usually the eldest son) or male relative for paternal section family, limited to preceding three generations, however on Sarvapitri amavasya or matamaha, the daughter's son can offer Shraddha for his maternal side of the family if a male heir is absent in his mother's family.[5][3] Some castes only perform the shraddha for one generation.[3] The male who would perform the rite, should have undergone the sacred thread ceremony. Since the ceremony is considered inauspicious, in the royal family of Kutch, the king or heirs of the throne are prohibited to conduct Shraddha.[5]
[edit] Food

The food offering to the ancestors is usually cooked in silver or copper vessels. It is usaully on a banana leaf or cups made of dried leaves. The food must include rice Kheer - a sweet made of rice and milk, lapsi - a sweet porridge made of wheat grains, rice, dal - lentils and the vegetable of spring bean (guar) and yellow gourd (pumpkin).[5]
[edit] Rites of shraddha

The male who performs the shraddha, should be purified by a bath and is excepted to wear a dhoti. He wears a ring of darbha grass, in which the ancestors are invoked to reside. The shraddha usually is performed bare chested, as the position of the sacred thread worn as the person has to be changed a number of times in the ceremony. The shraddha involves pinda-daan - offering of pindas (cooked rice and barley flour balls mixed with ghee and black sesame seeds) with the release of water from the hand - to the ancestors. It is followed by the worship of gods Vishnu in form of the darbha grass, a gold image or Shaligram stone and Yama. This is followed by offering the food, specially cooked for the ceremony, on the roof. The offering is considered as accepted if a crow arrives and eats the food. The crow is considered a messenger of Yama or the spirit of the ancestors.[3] A cow and a dog is also fed. Brahmin priests are offered food and then after the ancestors (crow) and the Brahmins have eaten, the family members have lunch.[5]
[edit] Mahalaya
Mahalaya marks the formal beginning of the Durga Puja festival

Mahalaya (Bengali: মহালয়া), is the last day of the previous fortnight Pitri Pokkho (Bengali: পিতৃ পক্ষ, ‘Fortnight of the Forefathers’, the day is marked by recitation of Devi Mahatmyam (Chandi Path), and signifies the beginning of Durga Puja festivities. Bengalis traditionally wake up at 4 in the morning on Mahalaya day to listen to Mahisasura Mardini in the enchanting voice of the late Birendra Krishna Bhadra and the late Pankaj Kumar Mullick on All India Radio as they recite hymns from the scriptures from the Devi Mahatmyam or Chandi. [8][11]
[edit] Other practices

Some families also conduct ritual recitals of scriptures like the Bhagavat Purana and the Bhagavad Gita.[5][12] Some families also perform charity in name of the deceased, give gifts to Brahmin priests or pay Brahmins to recite prayers for the ancestor's well-being.[12]

Thursday, October 1, 2015

There Is No Doubt In My Mind That You Shoot Better Pictures Than Me



you see through the eye
of your camera all things
filled with joy beauty your
visions pride neighbors envy
i shoot open gutters over
flowing garbage remorse
pain disparity somebody
has to shoot lepers beggars
you see they are part of a
lesser god doing their duty
i shoot abandoned moments
abandoned memories i freeze
while you only talk about stray
dogs swach bharat and trees
on the soul of my camera
consciousness aided by shivas
third eye ,,,my feelings for the
downtrodden marginalized
wont ever cease ..as a hobbyist
a beggar poet through stories
within pictures i get my release

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Muslim Mother Begs ..Bakra Eid Mubarak




It was her little son I shot first staring at me in my saffron attire barefeet , he was curious he was scared but when I handed him some money , his young mother smiled and I shot her ,,I shot the humility of her beggars life  on our feast day , I shot her lifes failure , was her husband bedridden too,, why was she begging and in the chaos there was no time to ask her this simple power packed question,, I shoot pictures and let pictures talk emote and sensitize my soul.. if she was in my backyard I would have shot her video.. we must know why we have failed the lesser privileged ones of our  community ..

Being a photographer and a beggar poet  sometimes it is the poet in me the beggar too that overpowers the soul of my  street photography .. down the line every street picture is a story , in words if you decode it or in silence if you become one with it ,,

I get along well with two main communities .. the beggars and the transgender hijras that I shot ,, and beggars among them I poeticized their pain as it passionately grasped me in a vice and a hold..

This mother and her child were waiting near the bus stop , the photo journalists were dramatically shooting the posing Eid Hugging kids and I was shooting her and her kid ,, and hugging the pain of their doomed destiny with my own ..

This time I shot less I did not hang around I just cut across the slums I had to meet a beggar suffering from encephalitis last time I had begged  with him..earned him some money . this time he sat there desolate at Bandra Slaughter house compound I gave him some money and hoped that he gets more alms ,,for me Bakra Eid namaz is just the beginning not the end I search for stories and transform them into pictures such is the power of the camera and its cosmic lens that penetrates the soul of human  poetry.

And I skipped the poem here it would rob her of the tribute I was paying her after clandestinely stealthily removing her soul from her body.. I only left her with the spectral light and its disillusionment in her veiled eyes ,,

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

I try a lot to shoot what you all shoot




But accursed is the fate of my camera
languishing like a hungry dog it is beggars
the homeless scavengers searching for food
in the garbage is what my cosmic vision bears
fruit ,, I tried to shoot cloud birds airplanes
flowers chubby kids cute  bees butterflies
still life silently mute ,,but I must refute my
idiomatic passion such tasks failed to
comply or execute ,,soon after i have shot
the bleeding goats Ishmael's sacrifice to
god his only son as tribute i will be shooting
bleeding heads bleeding backs a camera
two daggers in my hands ..my Shia fortitude '
remembering the ultimate sacrifice of Hussain
between good and evil an eternal feud ,.
Sadal Wida Hussaina .Wa Hasrata Hussains
Shame Hakim Laeen Ast ,,, our courage attitude

Friday, September 11, 2015

I Shoot What You Dont See





the cosmic eye  of shiva
embedded in my camera
lens sets moments free
optical illusions of life
breaking the chains as
they flee ..hands holding
the soul of humanity
batata wada pao.. for
the rich to give to the
poor and the sadhus
 as misplaced charity ...

some pictures give birth accidentally to street poetry

Saturday, April 18, 2015

In India Beggars Will Always Remain Beggars ..





Unless the beggar robs steals he will always be a beggar ..and there are people who pose as beggars rob and cheat foreigners at tourist sites like Gateway of India they work as a well tuned gang and many a times get away with their scams .

Most of the cops no beggar thieves but it is all controlled by a remote and yes there are beggar mafias kids are kidnapped beaten brainwashed  pushed into begging ,,even parents force their kids to beg,, and you can see this at the Bandra Reclamation signal close to the Bandra Fire Brigade .

At Mahim Mori signal and the St Michael Signal its the basket weavers kids that beg and make more money than their parents that weave baskets .

I know of migrant laborers working on roads construction that force their children to beg , there are beggar tribes they live in clusters marry among themselves and most of the kids are born out of wedlock and incest.

There are so many types of beggars ,..and soon all the beggars from all over India will be moving towards Ajmer Sharif to beg at the Urus of Khwajah Garib Nawaz ..Hazrat Moinuddin Chishti the Protector Savior of Beggars , Homeless and the Muslim Untouchables ...

I am not sure this time I will go to Ajmer it seems dark and bleak...perhaps it is in Mumbai what I seek.. blessed are the meek.. the poor and the weak.. miraculously I may just reach there ..main bhi mangta hoon bheek..

Thursday, December 4, 2014

The Only Color I Have Lies Beneath My Thick Skin




i fought
bad times
sold my silver
jewelry surviving
time's blows on my
chin some you lose
some you win..as the
dice not loaded in your
favor spins as the path
you traverse becomes
narrowly thin.. and fate
frivolously grins mocking
me telling me i was born
to sin..fallen from the frying
pan back into the recycling bin

halfway out .. halfway in ..

Sunday, September 21, 2014

The Wordup Indiblogger Meet Blue Frog My Flickr Set




Word Up Set Flickr

The Indibloggers Neigbors Envy Renies Pride


About Me As A Blogger .. The Beggar Poet




I began blogging first at Buzznet 2004 - 2005 as Photographer No1 And Commentator No1 ,,

Than I joined Blogspot again as Photographer No1 ..

Than Fotothing and Xanga and Webshots .

Than Fan Art ,,

Had a problem when my Buzznet site got hacked .. deleted my Buzznet accounts .. I was helped here by Tom Andrews .

I started Word Press both platforms than my Shia site Wordpress got hacked I gave up Wordpress for good ,, wont ever touch it with a bargepole ,,,


I joined Flickr as Firoze Shakir Photographer No1 in June 200 thanks to my friend Deepak Amembal Magic eye and my son Asif Shakir who gifted me a Pro Account ,,

Views on my Photos Flickr   32,788,990
My Flickr Images 305786

I have a few blogs on Blogspot

1 firozeshakir.blogspot.in/

2 shahasthussain.blogspot.in/

3 firozekumbhmela.blogspot.in/


4 marziyashakir.blogspot.in/

5 nerjisasifshakir.blogspot.in/

6 zinniafatima.blogspot.in/

7 photographerno1.blogspot.in/?zx=7f1404844dfd71ac

I have an active Tumblr Blog

www.tumblr.com/blog/firozeshakir

twitter.com/firozeshakir

I have deactivated my Facebook..,,

I am on Google + but I use it via GMAIL to pimp my Flickr blogs

plus.google.com/u/0/101088207970638509137/posts

Thats me in a nutshell for new readers and viewers ..

I USE FLICKR AS MY BLOG PLATFORM .. I AM A PHOTOBLOGGER ,, MAN WHO USES HIS CAMERA TO POETICIZE HIS RESTLESS ANGST..

Word Up Indiblogger Meet Blue Frog






word up indi meet pics



This was one of the best Indi Meets thank you Renie Ranvin instead of the BJP speaker you and Big Rock should have had a speaker on Photoblogging .. I surely missed this . why this bias for photobloggers  I fail to understand sadly at Indibloggers most bloggers copy paste articles and hardly use their own pictures .. you could have had a speaker from the Indiblogger member somebody passionate about photography and photoblogging ,

Please take this as constructive criticism feedback from the beggar poet of Mumbai ,,,only because of Renie I attended this Meet missing my wife's departure to her parents by the 3.15 Lucknow Train.. but I am sure my sweet wife will forgive me for this aberration.

This was the most enlightening Meet .

Yes I missed my buddy the one and only Magic Eye Deepak Amembal.. having a ball in Leh.. getting laid in the snow I am afraid ..the flesh was willing the spirit needs an upgrade ..











Monday, September 15, 2014

You Can Only Shoot What You Were Destined To Shoot ,,,


Old Lady Chennai




every line
every stroke
every wrinkle
in place
her eyes
broken down
windows
of  pain
her tribulations
her sufferings
hardships
gasping for
breath on the
emotive surface
of her withered
face aging with
dignity impoverished
grace once she was
young dainty her
rustic beauty worthy
of praise ..but than
cruel time with a chisel
hammer knocked off
her dreams her hope
with a beggar bowl
in ugly hands he
replaced ..now she
waits for her death
to take her back to
the nether region
some other planet
a more human better
place ..her god died
young he committed
suicide seeing the
gross mistake he
made in creating
this race ..man
god forever
parted ways


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