This act is a specialty of Firoze Rafaee he has pierced two people hands and the jutting point enters out from another mans tongue..and its tough shooting this in dark and surging crowds and the kids..
Firoze Rafaee and I go a long way back..
Firoze Rafaee Sakib and Fahad Khalil Pathan are the three guys that pushed me in the direction of Indian Sufism strictly pertaining to the Rafaee order..
And there was no looking back, I am posting pictures of the third day of the Urus perhaps, I dont keep note ..
Lat evening I had gone to Dharavi to shoot last day of the Ali Maulah Dargah Urus..than from Dharavi me and a crazy bawa hitched a ride on a tempo and got off at Mahim..
I shot some pictures here and returned home to help Marziya cut my birthday cake.
Both the Urus are over the next stop the Urus of Fakhruddin Shah Baba at Mahim main road , I once saw Ms Ekta Kapoor placing a chaddar on the Tomb of Fakhruddin Shah Baba but did not shoot her picture respecting her private moment and her oneness in spirituality.
The one person who shot my pictures and helped me around at the Makhdoom Shah Baba Dhuni was Tanvir or Tanni.. the best person I have ever met..
I have a lot of pictures close to 2500 to upload ..The Siddis were not to be seen, I shot the Kashmiri beggars, the Albino family too as disppeared..
I know a lot of money is made during the Urus , local hoodlums charge a premium to hawk you stuff on the Foodie Lane , even to sit as a beggar you got to pay.,
Sometimes I have this crazy thought of covering my face with bandages and sitting for a full day as a beggar and feel the pain of the beggar and also feel the guilt of a man who throws a few coins and slinks away..
But than I will have to search for another Firoze Shakir the barefeet blogger of Mumbai to come and shoot my pictures..
And imagine being hassled by cops and showing my Press Card as a beggar ..yes even media begs at one time or the other..
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
Friday, December 11, 2009
Multiple Hands and Tongue Piercing
Poetic Pastime
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rubbing it on the palm
a metaphoric balm
wishing the world
sasrikal
salamwalekum
jai shri krishn ram ram
hindu muslim sikh esai
sabko dil se salaam
peace and prosperity
the human soul embalm
there is always a storm
before the calm
humanity
the essence
of hinduism
christianity
buddhism
islam
your mothers womb
the reality
that you come from
love the message of peace
mosques mandirs church synagogue
you dont need to bomb
blessings that god gives
in your beggars bowl
even when you dont ask for alms
poem dedicated to my friend imam
(imam siddiqui)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
MERA PAS EK NAHI DO MA HAI
abba
ne pahela ek
ki thi
wo andhi
nabina
kapde siti thi
jab botal bap
ko piti thi
phr abu ne doosri ki
wo bhi sadkpar padi huee
zindagi humsab ko
choo kar guzar gayi
woh bhi yahan
aur hum bhi yahin
I am not good with Urdu so read the picture for the angst of Muslim marriages of convenience..
dedicated to abbas raza 3 quarks daily
The Photo Blogger Bawa of Mumbai
needs no charas ganja opium
to get high have imagination
you dont need wings to fly
camerewale baba
the photo blogger
bawa of mumbai
somethings even money
cannot buy
however hard you try
semantics of smoke filled
spirituality
the beggar soul
lets out a sigh
born as a drop
of a sperm
you are reborn
once you die
from the burning fire
back into the kadhai
jeene or marne main
kaisi ghai
dedicated to a dear friend Fred Miller ..
Renouncing Life Woman Bawa
Perhaps she got fed up
of playing second fiddle to man
leaving him into the arms of god she ran
a beggars bowl a much better option
than washing pots and pans
they also serve who beg and stand
part of his cosmic plan
Dil Ki Dhadkan
dil ki dhadkan
main sama jao
chand lamhon ke liye
hamare pas ajao
apna dukh
hamare dukh
ko dikha jao
Night is Black Hope is White
why am i made
to see these visuals of pain
as they get lodged
forever in the
cavity of my camera brain
digitalized remorse
in every grain
beggars are born
leashed to karma
on a chain
licking
the wounds of living
in every rich mans lane
a lost paradise only
the rich can gain
the poor like
urine running
down the drain
a beggar shooting beggars
barefeet in puddles
of acid rain
I lost a very dear childhood friend on my birthday, he cut short his journey of life..he knew I loved him, as he loved me too , he was in a hurry to go he left a forwarding address ..so this is my birthday greeting to him..we celebrate one birthday the day on which we are born.. and another on the day we are gone... this is for him...Carry on Anna..
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Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
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Dargah of Hazrat Syed Ali Mira Datar Unava Gujrat , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. HAZRAT SYED ALI MIRA DATAR'S G...
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Phir Saal bhar ke baad Gam-e- Shah Ayega, Zinda jo Rahega wohi ye Gam Manayega , originally uploaded by firoze shakir pho...