Showing posts with label chor bazar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chor bazar. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

My Friend Firoze Bhai From Chor Bazar ,



He was my first Chor Bazar contact and besides our common name we got along well, one of his relatives worked with me as my driver those days when I had a car,,

Now I dont have a car I use public transport or I walk..


Firoze used to sell his stuff on a charpoy outside a closed shop on Fridays..Friday is the weekly off for the Chor Bazar shops when guys like Firoze display their stuff and sell.. they buy too , mostly from the Kamatipura Vanjaris .

The money is good as everything that seems like useless junk also sells , the stuff in great demand is old Leica cameras , Rolex watches old paintings , old photographs and miniature works of art .

Most of the stuff comes from old Parsi homes , and in brand new condition.. old gramophones , speakers music systems , you name it they have it ,, a lot of people in this market have become millionaires travel to Europe Italy Belgium to meet international buyers .

The main Muslim community in this trade are Gujrati origin Mansuri Muslims .. a close knit community of businessmen  entrepreneurs traders .

The Friday Chor Bazar flea market starts very early before  5 am with a break for Friday namaz and the roadside vendors leave when it turns dark during Maghrib.


You can get old coins  old money medallions , even stuff that is banned , a lot of stolen stuff like designer shoes stolen from wedding halls mosques mandirs comes to another flea market of Shoes at Kamatipura called Dedh Gully .

I have stopped going to both Chor Bazar and Kamatipura flea market since almost  5 to 6 years now.

But if you get hooked to this market it is addictive , habit forming , I collected old cameras and shot street mugs so it was pretty good till it lasted ,, my used to call me a  Junkie as she thought I simply collected  junk adding to the junk at home ..

So these are old memories , some idyllic nostalgia ,,, I had some great times here I was well known infamously because of my attire and my barefeet ..and the jewelry I wore on my person.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Chor Bazar The Market Of Thieves


I was once a regular visitor sun shine or rain
..i would rush to this crazy peoples
flea market a Friday Street Fair ..let down
my hair ..shooting faces sardonic their
mocking stare ..fools enter where angels
fear to dare .. I was ensnared ..

Its been many years I stopped going there
these pictures my momentous memories
of that glorious era I share ..

Chor Bazar Market Of Thieves





every frame every picture a new story
weaves , once you come here , your
poetic soul wont want to leave ..the past
now cobwebbed on the street side for
the good old days grieves..

gone the original owners of these masterpiece
, sold to the bhangarwala
for a few rupees ..memories gone with
the winds lost in the breeze ..

janewale ho sake toh laut ke ana an old
song plays ,at mutton street ....time in a freeze
..ruka hua waqt aur kisi aur ki
dehleez ,,bhulibjatki yadein kahan gaya
woh caravan .. adab aur tehzeeb,,

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Chor Bazar The Market Of Thieves



winding through its narrow lanes
chimna butcher , mutton street
artifacts antiques  lost mystique
from all over the world a bit of the past they
come to seek.. memories etched
in silence ,, silently speak..

treasures that had seen good times nostalgically weep...as time snores
ruminatively sleeps ..on the pavement  on a garbage heap...what you sow is not what you reap..what was once yours now another man keeps..languished lassitude takes a sweep ...deathly deep...

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