Naaga Sadhu
He is a devout Naga Sadhu .. a Hindu believer of Lord Shiva but he is the first Sadhu I have seen who lives with Sikandar Wali Baba is a devotee of The Holy Saint Makdoom Shah Baba he is also a smoker ..this is the first time I shot him .
The Naga Sadhus and the Rafaees live in peaceful spiritual coexistence , both have a Dhuni , each has a different symbolism, the Naga Sadhu and the rafaees are Mendicants
Monday, August 6, 2007
Fuck Nikon D70 Fuck Shoes
I wont be posting pictures here from tomorrow as I leave for a business committment for a few days, enforced gagged silence from a photo blogger.Actuall you guys are the only ones who know I am a photo blogger the lowest trung in the hierarchy of photography.Photograpy entails dreams big buck,celebrity staus iconoclastic fame glitz and glamour.
I have seen it all except big bucks, I am an asshole as far as business goes I have been raped sodomized for my money that people who owe me and pretend they are in a more bitter shape than me.
I owe people money the thought kills me a hundredfold, but I will pay back, there has been a serious set back this year.If I did not use this instrument of blogging I would have gone mad, literally.I punish myself by blogging.
I show you not just my Shia world but my neighbours too, yes he is a Hindu we share the same Banyan tree that gives us shade and tranquilty.We share the same wall too..
All these pictures tht I posted here are from my neglected CDS , I shot scanned and forgot all about them.
The pictures too show my earliest tryst with photography.
Photography has a different connotation from person to person, the only person who respects my views and my photoblogging is one of my photo gurus Mr Shreekanth Malushte , who coaches students at Dadar, short term courses for kids, working women men , at a nominal charge.He calls me to give a pep talk , I talk truth regarding photography, the various streams in photography, I talk of photography not just as an end to make money but as a means to relax and understand the inner mechanism of your body as a camera, simple words have a desired effect, no bombast no pomousness or pedagogue.
Photography is an expensive hobby , but so is living life or dying too...you pay to come in this world you pay to go out too, but you leave behind your notes to guide the ancient Mariner who will take your place as the Next Gen photographer..
My wife tells me why dont I write for the newsapers.. I told her they die far too quickly .. 'I will live in the immortality of an Internet bubble that whatever the main stream media says will never burst...
This is what connects us all a few wires transfusing hope to new future.
I have not a single hand written copy of my poems everything on the net , my body is only Husk offline.. I am blood sweat and tears a gushing photostream on the cyberspace.
It took me 24 months exactly.
Thank you Mr Brandon Stone.
Thank You Mr Biz Stone..
Fuck I did let my blogs loose...Bloggerspot Word Press Flickrs Poem Hunter my homesite and a wee bit at Buzznet and Ipernity.
Thank you Df Duck most of all.
Thank you Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj.
Thank you Doyoulike it,,Tom
Fuck Nikon D70
Fuck Shoes
I will leave for my shop, I catch a train tonight, I hate aeroplanes
I have seen it all except big bucks, I am an asshole as far as business goes I have been raped sodomized for my money that people who owe me and pretend they are in a more bitter shape than me.
I owe people money the thought kills me a hundredfold, but I will pay back, there has been a serious set back this year.If I did not use this instrument of blogging I would have gone mad, literally.I punish myself by blogging.
I show you not just my Shia world but my neighbours too, yes he is a Hindu we share the same Banyan tree that gives us shade and tranquilty.We share the same wall too..
All these pictures tht I posted here are from my neglected CDS , I shot scanned and forgot all about them.
The pictures too show my earliest tryst with photography.
Photography has a different connotation from person to person, the only person who respects my views and my photoblogging is one of my photo gurus Mr Shreekanth Malushte , who coaches students at Dadar, short term courses for kids, working women men , at a nominal charge.He calls me to give a pep talk , I talk truth regarding photography, the various streams in photography, I talk of photography not just as an end to make money but as a means to relax and understand the inner mechanism of your body as a camera, simple words have a desired effect, no bombast no pomousness or pedagogue.
Photography is an expensive hobby , but so is living life or dying too...you pay to come in this world you pay to go out too, but you leave behind your notes to guide the ancient Mariner who will take your place as the Next Gen photographer..
My wife tells me why dont I write for the newsapers.. I told her they die far too quickly .. 'I will live in the immortality of an Internet bubble that whatever the main stream media says will never burst...
This is what connects us all a few wires transfusing hope to new future.
I have not a single hand written copy of my poems everything on the net , my body is only Husk offline.. I am blood sweat and tears a gushing photostream on the cyberspace.
It took me 24 months exactly.
Thank you Mr Brandon Stone.
Thank You Mr Biz Stone..
Fuck I did let my blogs loose...Bloggerspot Word Press Flickrs Poem Hunter my homesite and a wee bit at Buzznet and Ipernity.
Thank you Df Duck most of all.
Thank you Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj.
Thank you Doyoulike it,,Tom
Fuck Nikon D70
Fuck Shoes
I will leave for my shop, I catch a train tonight, I hate aeroplanes
PH Piss Assed Pompous Poets
Tutorials teaching you
The art of writing poetry
At poem hunter by masters
Piss assed pompous poets
God’s angel’s rainbows
Clouds petals oceans and seas
Love more love and peace
Birds flowers and bees..
Branches and trees
Asexual world
Castrated calm
Lyrical lispness
Lilting limpness
Lassitude lonesomeness
Won’t ever cease
They want others to write
Like them poetic pedestrian sleaze
The arse well not getting well
A fostered brain a Fucked Foulk
if you please
Who here at poem hunter
play the role of immoral police
Racism, on the increase a hate spreading
Infecting the soul
Racial profiling
Of poetry like a cancerous disease
all around causing unease
sticks in their asses asking for the
final release
The art of writing poetry
At poem hunter by masters
Piss assed pompous poets
God’s angel’s rainbows
Clouds petals oceans and seas
Love more love and peace
Birds flowers and bees..
Branches and trees
Asexual world
Castrated calm
Lyrical lispness
Lilting limpness
Lassitude lonesomeness
Won’t ever cease
They want others to write
Like them poetic pedestrian sleaze
The arse well not getting well
A fostered brain a Fucked Foulk
if you please
Who here at poem hunter
play the role of immoral police
Racism, on the increase a hate spreading
Infecting the soul
Racial profiling
Of poetry like a cancerous disease
all around causing unease
sticks in their asses asking for the
final release
Playing it Saif
Saif my 24 year old son, is holding fort , serves me food, takes care of me on Sunday, his mother has gone to Lucknow to search for his bride to be , Saif is in a desperate hurry to get married,since the age of 4.
If she does not find a suitable match than she will search in Mumbai.But Lucknow is the first choice as we are originally from Lucknow.
My elder son Asif Shakirs wife is from Lucknow too.
Wife loves Lucknow , there is no doubt about that, arranged marriage is the order for the day as far as Saif is concerned, his mothers choice will be the ultimate choice.
Saif is pretty cool and trusts his mothers choice for his lifemate..
But once the talks start there is the Istikhara by the Maulana that will tell wheteher the match will work or not..
So Saif stands on the threshold of a marital responsibilty...
If she does not find a suitable match than she will search in Mumbai.But Lucknow is the first choice as we are originally from Lucknow.
My elder son Asif Shakirs wife is from Lucknow too.
Wife loves Lucknow , there is no doubt about that, arranged marriage is the order for the day as far as Saif is concerned, his mothers choice will be the ultimate choice.
Saif is pretty cool and trusts his mothers choice for his lifemate..
But once the talks start there is the Istikhara by the Maulana that will tell wheteher the match will work or not..
So Saif stands on the threshold of a marital responsibilty...
Suhagan Baba
We met the first time at a restaurant off Chor Bazar called Paradise, I was barefeet and more opulently dressed than him, he tried making feminine advances from his table, but I ignored him, but than all of a sudden his host an antique dealer who had bought him here from Ajmer Sharif walked in , I was introduced to him as all the dealers show a lot of respect , and hold me in reverence because of my visits at the various Dargahs they visit also.
He did not want to tell me he had a Hijda background but I did not mind, when I met him I had never been to Ajmer at all.
He like a silver ring on my finger a Yemeni agate, I gave it to him, the moment I gave him the ring , he took out a long prayer bead round his neck, you can see it in the picture and put it around my neck.
We parted I dont wear plastic , but I did not want to hurt his feelings, I had barely walked a distance I felt the beads were throttling me , this is the truth, I started sweating profusely,being diabetic and having hyertension, I did not connect this with the beads.
When I reached home in a terrible state , I told my wife about the events, Suhagan Baba that was his name.. The first thing Wife told me was to remove the beads, I thought I would throw them in the sea.But Wife said give it back to him the following Friday the day I go to Chor Bazar.
I met him on the next trip and he was sitting at the same table waiting for me, I told him I wanted to return his beads,, he said I know that.
He put the beads around his neck, than I shot this series of pictures.
My trip to Ajmer I searched for him, but I never found him.
He was touting that he had a cure for Aids, and other terminal diseases, but I am not into this hogwash, so I just nodded my head.
But its unfortunate the poor people get conned ,.
I asked his host who has a shop at Chor Bazar, but his whereabouts are unknown
He did not want to tell me he had a Hijda background but I did not mind, when I met him I had never been to Ajmer at all.
He like a silver ring on my finger a Yemeni agate, I gave it to him, the moment I gave him the ring , he took out a long prayer bead round his neck, you can see it in the picture and put it around my neck.
We parted I dont wear plastic , but I did not want to hurt his feelings, I had barely walked a distance I felt the beads were throttling me , this is the truth, I started sweating profusely,being diabetic and having hyertension, I did not connect this with the beads.
When I reached home in a terrible state , I told my wife about the events, Suhagan Baba that was his name.. The first thing Wife told me was to remove the beads, I thought I would throw them in the sea.But Wife said give it back to him the following Friday the day I go to Chor Bazar.
I met him on the next trip and he was sitting at the same table waiting for me, I told him I wanted to return his beads,, he said I know that.
He put the beads around his neck, than I shot this series of pictures.
My trip to Ajmer I searched for him, but I never found him.
He was touting that he had a cure for Aids, and other terminal diseases, but I am not into this hogwash, so I just nodded my head.
But its unfortunate the poor people get conned ,.
I asked his host who has a shop at Chor Bazar, but his whereabouts are unknown
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Stick In The Ass RIP
Dear Firoze...unfortunately quite a few Poem Hunter poets have sticks up their asses...don''t let them bother you - you are unique and real and enjoyed by the ones who matter.
ask
Thank You
Early morning of youth
a fucked day such as this gone to waste
Some pissed assed pompous poets
Preposterously Pedagogic. after taste
Poem hunter an ant colony lambaste
Distance of time days longed to be remembered
Innocence of an abused childhood
Lonesome tears echoes in the night
By the mill one day in utter haste
Clear sounds of an anal penetration
Unchaste ….on fresh cut ass paste
A foolish act
One leg in the grave at the age 64
Multicolored words of a racist debased
Death will pay a visit putting end
To this pretentious unpoetic human distaste
Paths of memories completely erased
No more mountains to climb
No distance of time
No clear sounds
No more lonesome tears
Leaving this world
In a sea of darkness
A dead coffin of unwritten poems
Encased
Great American Poet
Your words on my poem
In very bad taste..
Walking down the memory road
Where you will live
Under a tombstone
A poet a poem
Food for worms
Human toxic poisonous racist waste
ask
Thank You
Early morning of youth
a fucked day such as this gone to waste
Some pissed assed pompous poets
Preposterously Pedagogic. after taste
Poem hunter an ant colony lambaste
Distance of time days longed to be remembered
Innocence of an abused childhood
Lonesome tears echoes in the night
By the mill one day in utter haste
Clear sounds of an anal penetration
Unchaste ….on fresh cut ass paste
A foolish act
One leg in the grave at the age 64
Multicolored words of a racist debased
Death will pay a visit putting end
To this pretentious unpoetic human distaste
Paths of memories completely erased
No more mountains to climb
No distance of time
No clear sounds
No more lonesome tears
Leaving this world
In a sea of darkness
A dead coffin of unwritten poems
Encased
Great American Poet
Your words on my poem
In very bad taste..
Walking down the memory road
Where you will live
Under a tombstone
A poet a poem
Food for worms
Human toxic poisonous racist waste
The Lord of the Seas Carter Road Ganesha
Just across the Carter Road promenade ,towards the sea,a man made rocky path leads to a platform where sits the Ganesha of Carter Road .Waves kiss his feet , foaming and frothing in delight, at high tide he is totally submerged only a saffron flag on a pole reminding you that he is there , giving the fishes their turn to see his divinity.
On Tuesday and Saturdays the ladies , the walkers the joggers pay obeisance to him, there is an Arti too.
This open air Ganesh is looked after the local fishermen from Khar Danda.
Story goes they were caught in a storm, and prayed out to him, and on reaching to the safety of the shores discovered this statue in the nets.
A few miracles later,the story spread word of mouth, and it wont be be far too long when a permanent structure comes up here with heavy clouted political patronage..
than the authorities will wake up from their slumber get a court order to demolish the structure, stay orders, fights, protests and everthing will fizzle out...
This part of the sea land comes under the Coastal authorities also known as CRZ..
As a photographer I try avoiding such situations , neither for nor against, my idea is show ritualism and the working of faith.
Today even bigger than God is the God of Politics that runs the country...sometimes ruins the country.
The fisherman catches crabs and is praying for a good catch.
I caught him just in time.
On Tuesday and Saturdays the ladies , the walkers the joggers pay obeisance to him, there is an Arti too.
This open air Ganesh is looked after the local fishermen from Khar Danda.
Story goes they were caught in a storm, and prayed out to him, and on reaching to the safety of the shores discovered this statue in the nets.
A few miracles later,the story spread word of mouth, and it wont be be far too long when a permanent structure comes up here with heavy clouted political patronage..
than the authorities will wake up from their slumber get a court order to demolish the structure, stay orders, fights, protests and everthing will fizzle out...
This part of the sea land comes under the Coastal authorities also known as CRZ..
As a photographer I try avoiding such situations , neither for nor against, my idea is show ritualism and the working of faith.
Today even bigger than God is the God of Politics that runs the country...sometimes ruins the country.
The fisherman catches crabs and is praying for a good catch.
I caught him just in time.
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