Eid Mubarak.. Said The Cop You Look Like An Antique Photographer

This morning dressed in my black Malang attire barefeet press card round my neck I went to shoot the Eid Ul Fitr Namaz at Station Road outside the Station Road Sunni Masjid I have been shooting both the eid namaz here for over 15 years ,,

I was greeted by a friendly cop, he thought I looked like an antique photographer I smiled and told him I shoot antique pictures too..I shot from the skywalk and from below .

The reason I dont wear slippers on Eid is because right below me the people are praying and it is not right for me to disrespect them , same while shooting below ,,

I shot video and stills .. met some old photographer friends Pradip Dhivar, Satish Malvade Dada from Sahara.. than shot the eid hugging pictures and finally a lot of beggars and walked homewards through the Shastri Nagar Slums and slaughter house slum..begged for a few minutes on the road with my beggar friend with elephantiasis .

I also shot a new beggar from Andheri Babloo with a huge monstrous elephant arm.I shot his video too,...

I will upload this new set in some time now ,,

Why Do I Shoot Beggars On Eid? Coz They Are The Only Ones That Dont Celebrate Eid

In Gaza too they wont be celebrating eid
searching for bodies no winding sheet
under the rubble children buried ..fear
takes its toll as bombs drop imperialistic
hegemony what victory what defeat
the eunuchs watch from the wings
spoils of war is their yield killing fields
on the other end killing Shias beheading
Christians the new caliph accursed
son of yazid ..a satanic force that he leads
tear drops broken prayer beads ..
ethnic cleansing  evil deeds ..this is
not part of Islam its tenets or its creed
in Africa the Boko Haram destroy peace
brotherhood womanhood a nation bleeds

Serenity And Silence

every line
etched on
her face
ever furrow
on her brow
talks of
her hardships
her pain
her struggle
ingrained
a forgotten
mother
martyred
motherhood
misplaced
in vain
silently
she watches
the world go
her fortitude
in place she
begs but wont
grovel for her
misery to the
maker she
wont complain
serene soft spoken
hardly audible to
creaky churning
of her aging brain
humility draws
our attention
it pours
when it rains