Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Tansgendered Tragedy

She dances
the mujra dance
to set her
tansgendered
soul free
from a man
she becomes
a woman
her defiance
her bravery

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Reminiscences of Romance


Banner of Brotherhood and Peace


Why Main Stream Media Hates Us Photo Bloggers."?




Main stream media hates all bloggers per se
This is envious Hate that goes into deliriums seeing news sodomized by newbie wannabe bloggers.
Guys who know nothing about the perseverance that went into becoming a journalist, those stringer days, those cub reporter days, those chilly nights outside Bhabha Hospital during the Mumbai Train serial blasts , that was a tough one , a few decapitated heads in a corner, a few limbs resting still searching for the main body.
Than comes the Blogger , Photo Blogger , shoots the train of events in one single night, from Bandra station to Mahim station, from Mahim station to Matunga, all on barefoot, blonde hair , heckled by the cops, shooting weeping tears in the viewfinder.
The Terrorists destroyed metal concrete but not the iron in the Soul of Man. Yes this photo blogger shot the blast, came home at 3 am, washed rushed to Bhabha Hospital people wide awake, hovering over the list of injured dead hung like a dooms board.
The local MP requested me not to shoot pictures of the patients in the emergency ward, but I took a shot or two.. From Bhabha Hospital, with all the media vans outside the venue I rushed to my shop 4 am, downloaded the pictures, started posting them at Buzznet, Bloggerspot..
No going down under the legs of a sucked photo editor who knows nothing not even the distance from his elbow to his ***hole.
I was tired, but did not give up..
I am lucky I am not a journalist, a pen pusher; perhaps I Talk editor just might delete this post so I shall post it at Word Press too.
.Today’s journalist is arrogant, soulless, sensationalizing shadows that don’t exist.
He thinks he is Gods answer to a Quiz. I write about Indian Newspapers and fatuous Indian news journalists.
I mean each Sunday the Times of India writes the Bloggers obituary in oxymoron Hate.
But the Photo blogger will not die that easily.
Yes we are awful at our spellings, our grammar falling apart, bloopers galore, some call us failed writers, in my case the writing and poetry started 20 months back falling in love with American women on the Internet, well you learn to Eye Talk..You need no grammar, you need silence of a Photo Blog..
Yes our photos are part of a holistic healing, I know one thing my Dad told me if you have content for a thirsty man he will come to you to quench his thirst, it applies to pictures , your stories too.
Writing crap , will get you a reader once but cant fool them all the time. I am not saying this in defense of all Bloggers, I talk for my kind of breed of photo bloggers
We have a Blogger God he is Brandon Stoneo of Photo Blogs Org..
We pay allegiance to him as he pays our allegiance to truth.
Its time jealously jeopardized jalopy riding journalists hitch a hike to reach where ever they are going instead of shadow boxing with us bloggers and using us a punching bags for their frustrations..
Blogger Rubbished Ha Ha

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

A Cartoon of Pain


a poem of a comment i posted at I talk news
thank you macieklew,
life is the dark side of the moon
people caricature pain
as a cartoon
i wonder whether after life
is a boon
some are born
without shoes
some without feet
some with mouths
holding golden spoons
the world terrorised
at the mercy of political goons

Monday, June 11, 2007

I am a Hijda

my hijda guru laxmi narayan tripathi

I am a Hijda ,
a deleted file that you bought back momentarily to life from the dead .
a stab a bullet wound , bleeding misfortunes attached to an arrowhead
a misspelt journal bequeathed besmirched besotted unread
yes once my aggrandized megalomania had gone to my head
squirming my way into the mainstream of miasmic memories instead
i am what i am merely a figurehead my cybernetic notoriety handcuffed to a silken thread
seeking invoking a goddess as i slither whither on my karmic dharmic death bed
tears from a dry stream parched i shed
the color of religious pain red
emotional corpuscles
vying for attention
of this shia thug dumbhead
precariously perched
like a weather cock
in a heart
that is not
a
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