The Lone Survivor

The Lone Survivor, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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searching for
his heritage
his parentage
on the sand dune
the only
lone survivor
when
the planet
was hit by an
atomic
typhoon
only
dust
bestrewn
winds
blowing
from the
other side
of the moon
nothing
but the
sounds
of silence
gone out
of tune
he woke
up from his
dream came
out of a swoon
the child
the father of man
born in captivity
in a cocoon

A Photographer is Born

A Photographer is Born, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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This is the shot I took of Marziya shooting her doll, it was her own endeavor and effort and she did not know I would hurriedly rush remove my camera from the cupboard and take the shots..

And this is Marziya and her tryst with Unlearning Photography.

Shooting pictures is only part of the story of the camera, the camera does not make pictures by itself, I talk of a still camera, it needs a person behind it to motivate it to charge it , the camera is only a means not an end.

A camera brand does not make you a good photographer..before you shoot with a camera you should be able to shoot with your eyes...so if you have a mouth and dont have taste than it is as bad having eyes and not being able to see a picture before you shoot it.
And I am going to make sure that my grand daughter when she comes of age even after I am gone may not need to join a camera club culture and be polluted for life , I am not a fortune teller so I dont know about Marziya future but I can assure you she will be one hell of a photographer ..

I know what you learn and see on the street you cant just duplicate it in a studio..the street is where the action is maybe there is no money, who cares , shooting raw human emotions ,touching and being touched is what street photography is all about.

Street photography holistically heals it brings a smile on the beggars face , who is never going to be shot by the media photographer unless she has been raped ..or is worthy as tomorrow mornings news..'

And fucked pompous pedantic salon photographers wont dirty their pristine salon walls with ugly dirty beggar faces,, and in the first place the Judge wont even give it an Acceptance , he will shout out 3R ..rejected by all three fucked judges who dont know their ass from human emotions..so the dick head in charge of the prints will take a felt pen and on your precious print scribble the judges ire 3R ..It has happened to me at my camera club once so I am not making it up at all.

The only place where your pictures are judged , honestly is the Internet..provided you dont show blood , flowing from heads or backs scourged or hijras , or other stuff that gets on the goat of Wahabbi backed culture police freely available on the net, than you will have to choke your Flickr comment box like I have done for life..

And Flickr with all its technology has not yet come up with a tool for the back up of our pictures and text and Flickr is a million light years away from Comment Moderation..

So I hope when I pass away and Marziya takes over my Flickr account she wont have to pay for the sins of her grand father.. Flickr Photographer No1.

Unlearning The Heart of Photography

Unlearning The Heart of Photography, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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marziya shakir
2 year old shoots
unlearning the
heart of photography
every rule in the book
she refutes
photography
is not just a vision
but pure poetry
the hard core truth
the prehistoric world
of pedantic
pompous club
salon photographers
their path
is not her route
shooting
the streets of pain
one day
might be her
poetic pursuit
your hearts
your souls
she will loot
she may
not be as colorful
as me
nor barefoot
a hijab
her work suit
a branch
of a tree
a fruit
to humanity
she will
pay tribute
a tricolor
of our
self respect
our dignity
our honor
salute

The Death of Photography at Camera Club Level

The Death of Photography at Camera Club Level, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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I am a street photographer , I sweep the streets with a camera, I show you what you have seen a million times , I show you what you saw on a big screen as hyped up money generating medium , I show it online what was on the streets I bring it to the hallowed sanctuary of your house almost breaching the walls of your poetic privacy.

I am not a born writer , nor a born poet nor a born photographer I inherited it as default from my surroundings and it is too long a story to take you back into my past.

All I know is my two year old grand daughter is a born photographer , and she is inheriting my perspective of pain as seen on the soul of the viewfinder of our respective consciousness .

Photography is definitely not about vision , my grand daughter has no vision.,.but for a toy she has an antique camera , a collectible , when she is restless , like I am she does weird things without realizing I was watching her ..luckily I had my camera to shoot that moment.

She placed her doll on the table and began shooting pictures , a camera that does not work, but yet she captured something , she knows it and I know it.. I will later post the moment she shot .

In a way she is disgusted with her photos I take , of late she will only allow it when she is in a mood, at two years of her life she has reached saturation point.. with the camera and photography.


So imagine photographers one leg in the grave , totally prehistoric in their temperament their style their so called vision dumping their shit on the fucked soul of photography.. the walls of camera clubs shiver and weep with shame all the year around..I too used to love seeing my pictures on the wall, I gave it up , because I had to make way for the new kid on the block, it was time I began unlearning photography from my juniors..I gave up salon and competitive photography for good.

Now bear in mind I am not disrespecting their contribution , but their shelf life is over , period, the times have changed , please give the new kids a chance on the Wall of Fame.


Yes of late I hate camera clubs and all old retarded regressive camera associations that have done nothing for photography only promoted their kith and kin and glorified their past..taken the new photographer a million light years away from Tomorrow..

Photography is not a just a classroom subject it is a vibrant part of life dont merely distort it with your club politics , and your parochialism , and this is a general thought.

I will of course not discuss media photography , it has lost its adventurism and charm, I would rather shoot a kid on the road than go running to get a continuous mode picture of Sania's elbow and Shoaib Malik's nostrils..''

So I was discussing this on phone with another photographer Venay Parelkar and we came to one single conclusion Photography at camera club level is fucking dead for good.,fucked by the very hand of the father that rocked the Cradle..

If you see the pictures of their brochures and their newsletters nothing has changed , the same fucked mood , the same fucked lighting and fucked attitude..Fucked aperture and Fucked F Stops..

RIP
So I offer my condolences to the Death of Photography at camera club level, may God give the aggrieved family the spiritual strength to bear this irreparable and timely loss .
Amen ..

Deleted Desire

Deleted Desire, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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where once there was smoke
the heart burns with desire

it is desire that ignites
all kinds of fire
lying supine dead on the pyre
a burnt out connection
of an internet wire
love on rent
purchase and hire
only poems
a few pictures
on the soul
of despondency
a cosmic poet
had sired
deleted desire
time had
conspired
dreams
only dreams
a mans empire
hope sucking
the blood
of a romance
like a vampire
although
he had deleted
her from his
fucked
consciousness
sometimes
her heart beats
he wants to acquire
within her mound
lies his hellfire
a cosmic poet
barefeet
in a crazy attire
manufacturing
date missing
not ready to expire
for a shelf life
on her window sill
he once again aspires
washed out
wiped out
in a quagmire
sometimes
one sided love
loves to backfire
soaked in satire


dedicated to bernie benn bell

This was born out of an egg of a comment..on bernies post..
father son and unholy ghost ..that is ben bernie and me .. me unholy completely

Appu Lives in a Zoo

Appu Lives in a Zoo, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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a rare exotic
limbless animal
doesn't he scare you ?
what a strange specie
human too
saying this
the onlookers throw
some coins
give him
his roadside due
this is a normal
human zoo
nothing new
a two year
old child
wonders
confused
pain
stuck
to man
like glue
a file
created by
god
in a hurry
marziya
cannot undo
only chacha rahul
can make
chacha nehrus
dreams
come true
tears
on the soul of humanity
merely by virtue
two pillars
of her life
embedded
in the soul
of her minds lens
a barefeet blogger
Brooklyn's American Jew
being human
is more important
than being
a christian or a hindu
salman khan
also her
be human guru


dedicated to rahul gandhiji

Fucked Doors of Destiny

Fucked Doors of Destiny, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

she has taken
a new lover
locked
the cosmic
poet out
she wont open
the fucked doors
of destiny
she wont hear
his shout
love
now on
its way out
from the stone
heart of a lady
with a pout
although
he had deleted
her from his fucked
consciousness
he has been
positive
throughout
she will
come
back to him
without doubt
a poet
burnt out
in his facebook
hideout
a new love
with a new
beginning
sprout
fuck the earlier
fallout
before page
cannot be
displayed
server
timed out