Photographing The Soul Of A Hijra

Photographing The Soul Of A Hijra, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Every photographer, the amateur the hot shot all love shoot faces , but sometimes a face shoots you too ,if you are a photographer cum poet like me.

This is Khushi from Mumbai a trans gender a dancer that would teach any choreographer unlearn dancing..

I shot all these pictures but never one did ask her about herself , not interested I shoot and the picture says it all..and I have met her early too when she was a bit plumper too at Simran Dancers birthday party I shot at Madh Island.

Khushi at Haji Malang had the guys at Haji Malang drooling all over their pants , and she did not care for any of them all tearing her physicality her voluptuousness with their road side voyeuristic eyes.

As a photographer you get attuned to reading light as a poet you read the silence off sound you read ripples where no ripple exist..you become Blake etching emotions on the sands of time..

I am a street photographer I sweep and shoot the streets of pain , if all my photo blogs were taken together they would all come under the genre of street photography..

Amazingly I did not hang around at Haji Malang for Sultan Shah Babas sandal which is a favorite of the hijras , I am not a greedy fisherman I know when to let go the rod hook line and sinker.

I climbed down the Malangad mountains barefeet, leaving behind the hijras , without an iota of regret but before leaving I paid my respects to my Hijra Guru Laxmi Narayan Tripathi , presented her a 35 year old antique silver stick..I knew it would go better with her personality.

And I wont be shooting the Hijra Beauty contest at Kalyan I have not been invited , and I wont gatecrash ha ha ..

I am happy shooting the androgynous beauty of the Hijras that beg on the roads whose lives not even God can change..

And tomorrow is Salman Khans cycle race at the Sea Link , after the race and before the race the beggar will be where he is and this is the reality of our lfe we hype situations but the common beggar is fucked from asshole to eternity..
Yes I shoot beggars as they shoot me too with socketless eyes.. do socketless eyes shed tears I really dont know ..

But yes as a Shia I shot a drop of tear from the eyes of a Shia and yes I could see the ancestry of our pain..yes the bigot will never remember the Holocaust at Karbala..

And this post I dedicate to a Shia Hijra Bundulshehr ,this senior Hijra Guru died recently at her pious feet I learnt the tenets of my Faith as no Mullah would have taught me, she taught me Humanity and it had a single name Hussain , I am crying as I write this , that even Hijras can teach you about life..

I am happy that shooting Hindus , Christians Naga Sadhus the Malangs Rafaees the Hjras has not corroded my soul.. and a mans Faith that was born in his Mothers womb could no be swept away by a terrorizing moment of fear or any other stray thought ..

Yes Ooops Fuck Taqqaiya ,,

Are Hijras Prone to Pain

Are Hijras Prone to Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

carved
from a mans body
sculpted form
false femininity
regain
are hijras
prone to pain
over reaching
the chaos
of hazardous survival
a life a lifelong strain
androgynous
mind fucking
the human brain
like droplets
making love
monsoonal showers
kissing the window pane
to be or not to be
a hijra her refrain
building sand castles
over and over again

I see a visual and words my only wealth begins to out pour its generosity on pedestrian pain..I can see blemishes on a painted veil..and when I poetized this picture as a photographer I never knew that I would to embellish it with words..

And I dont know if you would believe this but I dont stalk hijras but they stalk me bringing their souls alive on my web page.

And for days months I wont spot a hijra and thy make themselves visible to me..Haji Malang and Ajmer are two exceptions.. They are like two lamp post lighting up the Hijra angst.

hijra remorse
hijra despair
on a gutter drain
neither man
nor woman
a knot on
a silken chain
a crooked line
an optical line
running
seamlessly
so plain
someone
else makes profit
a recovery agent of gain
being or not being a hijra
a thought
a tough bargain

Khuda Ki Rah Main Bistar Bichaya Hai

Khuda Ki Rah Main Bistar Bichaya Hai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

jo nahi manga tha
woh usne dilaya hai
ma ki mamta ke alawa
maine kya nahi paya hai
mere sar par uska saya hai

A Blogger Never Sleeps

A Blogger Never Sleeps, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

his pictorial soul
in a rusty camera
a blogger never sleeps
doomed destiny
what you sow you reap
trying to capture
a face beneath a veil
as it silently weeps
barefeet
as the darkness
lonely like a hunter
on fleeting
moment leaps
a promise
perhaps
she will
never keep
the camera
squinted
streets of
despair
sweeps

Trying To Grab Happiness

Trying To Grab Happiness, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

hope going up
in smokes
doomed destiny
different strokes
seconds minutes hours
memories evoke
rich in dreams
in reality broke
in silence
muted measure
she finally spoke
parting
is sweet sorrow
as my soul soaks
blessings
of the Holy Saint
I invoke
a solemn promise
he revokes

Hardcore Cheek Piercing Attached to a Stool

Hardcore Cheek Piercing Attached to a Stool, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Piercing The Cheek To The Stool

Piercing The Cheek To The Stool, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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A short pointed instrument is placed into the cheek and the jutting end is hammered into the stool , the rafaee than moves about with the stool attached to his face..