morphed by Mr PPC
Nikon D70
Yours very truly
A digital disaster
That goes dead
With a blank LCD
A defective camera
From the Nikon stables
Don’t even take it if you
Get it free
The repairs will drive you up
The tree.
Unlearning Photography
Photo blogging uploading
My pictorial sorrow
For all of you to see
Even a camera phone
Is more handy
Than this plastic body
That makes holes in your pockets
Nikon D70
This was the last picture that brings my Durga Visarjan series to an end.The next day too was Visarjan but I did not go, I have not posted many of the pictures total 291 , that I shot due to uncloneable dust spots in the sky.
Its time I buy a new camera but I am not in a position as yet.
What I want to tell lovers of photography , if you use your inner vision there is much to be shot, I dont let a picture opportunity pass me by , I give a story telling format to my pictures.Photography is not about any particular religion it is a human cultural phenomenon.. evolving every second..
So come Moharam I will shoot Moharam pictures, and so on.I too want to take a break shoot something different , but it is not possible manacled to my shop.I shoot life and the eunuchs are what I sincerely like to shoot as a unique ethnicity..
And Elisa your presence on my photo stream is a moment of a breath of fresh air from the spirited nature of your effervescent soul
entire lot at flickr on my photo stream.
hijda love hijdaphonic
rhapsodic platonic aphrodisiac like tonic sex supersonic hijda histrionic protected unplagued bubonic orchestra at badhai philharmonic an ache synchronic tastefully telephonic misplaced embryonic soft lilting harmonic diatonic hijda anger demonic raucous colloquial laconic theosophy turned on Masonic shivering soulless pneumonic toy boy titillation ironic blonde haired bollywoods most wanted photographer no 1 pictorial poetry pneumonic Günter grassed assed tin drummed blitzkrieg Teutonic distempered kitten in a basket of she wolves catatonic blog goddess symphonic she me violently voluble speed post silence ultrasonic word press unending submit post bionic Nikon d 70 disaster recreated canonic pedestrian poetry palpitating Byronic unending misery cyclonic transgender tyranny microphonic .
Nonsensical rendering azonic.
I shut my eyes
I saw a world
Full of lies
False questions
Full of whys
False wisdom of the wise
False virtue draped as vice
False values and no price
False Messiah on the sly
False Tears that don’t cry
False Love that Hate belie
False Karma and Dharma dies
False Falsity and Truth that shies
False Hopes and Hopeless sighs
I shut my eyes
I saw a world
I was full of lies
Clitoral Claustrophobia
Tired Thighs
Phallic prophylactics
In disguise
The Indian transgender is known as the Hijda, Kinnar or Irravani .
The strange anomaly of this community is that all are biological males, unless a few those who are born as hermaphrodites or eunuchs.
So the question of the increase in growth of Hijdas by birth is not possible, yet the community is growing in leaps and bound, boys questioning their sexuality, openly, join the Hijda force, due to various personal reasons, economic factors, mixed genitalia, deformed genitalia, feminine attributes..
In Northern parts of India being born a girl is a curse, because of the rampant dowry system, where the girls family about to be married has to given into the demands of the bridegrooms family, than comes burning of the brides if the dowry is not sufficient, bride harassment, so most of the time the girl child is killed at birth, a kind of mercy killing, you read it everyday in the newspapers.
Now in such circumstances if a child is born with deformed genitalia, the conservative poor parents , bought up on superstition , consider the birth of this child a curse, they will throttle the child, but mostly the Hijdas who are aware of such genetic disorder births take custody of the child in collusion with the maternity ground level staff..
I was at the All India Hijda Sammelan a conference of transgender , hijdas eunuchs
held recently at Park Site Vikhroli Mumbai.
I had visited the place for the first time; in spite of a valid Press Card I was not given permission to enter and shoot pictures , till the event manager a social worker Mr Santosh Shetty considering my background as a social photographer , gave me the required permission.
Eunuchs don’t like to be photographed can turn violent and smash your cameras, as they feel you rob their soul.
It was here at this conference for the first time I saw the eunuch born child, Mona.
Mona was born with a defective genitalia problem and was handed over to the Hijdas the same night she was born. Fortunately she was adopted by a very beautiful Hijda mother Babita and a normal male father Gopal Hajji who heads the Hijda community in Delhi.
Mona is about 8 years old , normally she looks like a boy, full of fun, mischievous , but once she took to the stage for a show by the Hijdas she was transformed into a Hijda princess, and perhaps she has her life cut up for her. Her foster parents are very rich, and her adopted sister is a eunuch too.
I thought this backdrop was important for you to know the ethnicity of the Hijdas, a very closely banded esoteric group..Pictures of Mona can be seen with her parents on my home site..
www.photographerno1.com
She is Mona the hijda child
Neither a girl nor a boy
Born with defective genitalia
Handed over to the Hijdas
The same night she was born
By her superstitious parents
It was the curse, a stigma
She this little bird
With clipped wings had no choice
Silence of the human species
Androgynous anomaly no voice
She will grow up as a Hijda
With dancing feet a rare
Flourishing beauty with poise
She is a breath of revitalizing fresh air
For the Hijda ethnicity they rejoice
I look at her with fatherly grace
My eyes see hope tender care
Turn moist..a burden of
A travesty of human neglect
Gender racism
Crass superstitions social stigma
That sanctimonious society
This unflagged error of judgment
Cannot hoist
I met Mona the child eunuch again at Ajmer Sharif with her parents at the Urus of Khwajah Moinuddin Chishty Sufi Saint and Hijda place of Pilgrimage second after
Koovagam Koothandavar in Villupuram in Chennai, where the Hijdas gather marry
Lord Iravan the Hijda diety an avtar of Lord Krishna , who dies in the night and in the morning the Hijdas turn widows , cry weep, break the bangles , and a funereal scene prevails..
You can see the German film” In Between Lines” in which my Hijda Guru Laxmi Narayan Tripathi has played the main role with the backdrop of Koovagam.
Photo courtesy
aapa.org.au/rumi3%5B1%5D.jpg
Thank You Howling Sheikh
When he decided to make you
He was tired but fully awake
He went to sleep later
That’s when he made
A Fake..An English Poet
A White God of Poetry
For Poetry’s sake
A slithering slimy snake
An American handmaiden
Who loves to cook and bake!
Good friends she does forsake
This Lady of the Lake
Racism in poetry
Is no nice give or take
It does a brown back break
A thirst parched in sorrow
Mere words can never slake
I am sorry I should have written
This in my language
But than poem hunter
Poison I did partake
Metaphors, Similes
And my poetic ache
And my horrendous grammar
My punctuated pause
My pedestrian poetic mistake
A pictorial wordless photographer
Writing for fun
Burning as an Indian
Like Joan Of Arc
Pilloried at a Stake
Pursued by
Australian Coral Racist Snakes
Poem hunter Ducks and Drakes
From : Ian Bowen (High Wycombe United Kingdom; Male; 63)
To : Firoze Shakir
Date Time : 10/15/2007 10: 15: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)
Subject : Concerned
Dear Firoze, you would not have heard of me. I am a quiet man, who simply enjoys poetry and reading interesting forum quotes. I believe you to be a trouble maker, and have a mandate to ruin this site for others.
Having taken the time to read your work...I find your use of the English language is way below the standard needed to write 'good poetry'
Hope you will continue to write in your own language (of which I am sure your are more than capable) .
Best regards,
Ian
firoze shakir photographerno1
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yecheadquarters.org/imag
es/ape-man-line-up.gif
the poetry world of hate
is colored parched white
black and brown
when kicked around
have to keep quiet
yes very seldom
even if white is wrong
his wrongdoing by the others
of is race is termed all right
he was born to rule
his hegemony imperialistic
from colonial times
yes might is white
his message, his criticism
disrespect to your dignity
as a poet as a colored man
you shut face don’t get uptight
his torch bearers white women
breeding the product of his hate
his reflected racist light
we children of a colored god
we children of the night
untouchables we must write in our
language these are words racial slur to spite
yes racism in poetry is white
so many fishes in the pond at poem hunter
yet he picks on me
thinking i am dumb and he poetically bright
is it because i am brown
and he the lord of the white racist flies
sweet smelling purified
why is he after my colored backside..
my mutton chops my raw hide
the white devil and his bride
well for once poem hunter is not his
personal fiefdom or web site
your arrogance your venomous vanity
your poetic pride
log in your ancestral British hate
on my soul access denied..
