Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Dada Shot By Marziya Shakir On Nikon D 80

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I have done nothing to this picture I assisted her hold on the camera but she hit the trigger herself..nor have I tweaked the picture ..Marziya has shot the blithe soul of her grand father and demystified it too.

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Demystifying a 2 Year Old Child Photographer

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Demystifying a 2 Year Old Child ...Marziya Shakir my grand daughter.

I showed her this picture and asked her who this is she answered back Marziya Shakir ..than I asked her who shot this photo she replied Dada ..meaning me.

Than giving me a smile she said please play Ya Hussain Ya Hussain she strips to her waist and beats her chest to Ali Rizvi Sachays Noha..Run Main Hai Nala Kuna

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Marziya is the future of my photography , she sees a world of pictures at an early age I began shooting 10 years back..and I am still learning .

I am learning from the new kids on the block like Nitin Sharma from Lucknow ..and a galaxy of photographers I added as friends on Facebook thanks to Roland W Luthi and Michel Portier.

Michel has contributed to my angst I am indebted to his friendship.

Marziya is an impulsive photographer like me , she hates being photographed and I dont blame her she has been my favorite model with over 9889 or more pictures from the second day she was born.


But if I give her my Nikon D 80 first she will place the strap around her neck than lift the camera to eye level, a very tough task I assist her and than she shoots the trigger , than she will search for it on the monitor..so she knows the camera .

I did not know the camera when I was two year old.

I wish I could shoot her shooting me ..but for the moment this is enough.

Wife does not much care for photography so two photographers in the house would be hell for her.

Than I get fucked totally when somebody asks me what camera do I use or what lens do I use..
I use my mind more than my camera .. my camera is just a means to getting the image that I first shot in my head.

And I am not teaching Marziya to become a photographer am only strengthening her bond with life through a tiny keyhole ..a viewfinder that reaches the mysteries of the human soul.

I dont want to boast about my talented grand daughter either..I never took such pains with my own daughter at all, those year I was drunk to the gills.

So I have skipped the poem here , I just wanted get over my thoughts bring them out in the open so to speak.

I have not forced photography on Mariziya she has inherited it from me as gift of her birthright.

I could place my camera on a tripod and make Marziya a shooting photographer in no time but I want her to feel the weight of the body of a camera ...let it slip from her hands fall on the bed but she is smart she will not hold the camera without placing the strap around her neck.

And as the heat is real bad in Mumbai, I have stopped taking her out completely she goes to the garden with her mother in the evenings.

I shower thrice a day change my top thrice over.. and I just cant bear this years heat even after having lived in Mumbai since I was a year old.

I will also post Marziya pictures shot of me..


To Dr Pankaj Sharma , Roland W Luthi and Michel Portier.. dedicated to Nitin Sharma a who holds a great future in Photography.

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Monday, May 10, 2010

Mothers Day

a mother
who bought
her to this world
i thank her
this day
she gave
us a reason
to live
a gift
we cannot
repay
marziya shakir
a moment
stolen
from eternity we say
wishing arizah shakir
a happy mothers day

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Burlingtons of Bombay Taj Mahal Hotel

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some of the
best years
of my life
were spent
in this hotel
i worked
as a sales person
at Burlingtons
of Bombay
for a short spell
a colonial world
of white men
to dwell
under two
stalwarts
fateh singh
ratan singh
i learnt to sell
benjamin caleb
my manager
so many stories
to tell
lorraine rhubottom
anglo indian
bombshell
ship time
munni gupta
highstrung as hell
jeannie nowrojee
fashion shows
on the ship
a thought
rings a bell
callaghan of bombay
walking the ramp
with a rose
in his lapel
jenifer kendall
gaby kapoor
styling clothes
giving us
experience
in a nutshell
so many
memories
the mind
cannot quell
dickensian
characters
of a novel
thoughts that
propel
in life
without
this stint
i would have
not excelled

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New Don Khush Hua

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The story so far ,..

The ricksha in the picture was the vehicle used to kill Informer bhai in a road accident on Hill road , but luckily the killers were drunk and a bit slow they killed a stray dog instead of the intended victim , whose supari they had got from the Rival Don..

Supari means contract killing..

When New Don the dwarf mafiosi of Mumbai came to know about this dastardly deed he immediately mowed the ricksha with his silver sedan at Carter Road..

The assassins of Informer bhai were lucky they escaped into the waters I am told ..

New Don wanted me to pose with him near the smashed up ricksha and told me to see that the picture was published in Mumbai Mirrror a lesson for all rival dons that the New Don means business.

But Mumbai Mirror being into Page 3 kind of stuff and their journos dont shoot such pedestrian stuff I thought I would post this at Flickr and Facebook Wordpress and Blogspot and Twitter too which has a greater reach than a regional newspaper like Mumbai Mirror.

New Don was satisfied ..

New Don Khush Hua

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The Muslim Man of Peace

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from his house
to the mosque
from the mosque
back to his house
he is a sunni
muslim living
in peace
with those
around him
he has no
grouse
mutual coexistence
a thought to espouse
he has lived life
without
throwing stones
at even
those
who live
in a glass house
it is the human heart
that is gods real house
i introduce you to him
with a click of a mouse

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Get Well Soon Mr Vazifdar

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Mr Vazifdar is the head priest of the Tata Agiary Fire Temple at Bandra Hill Road.., we have been friends since a long time and when the Municipality was going to demolish the facade and the fire temple wall , I left my daughter Samiya seriously ill in hospital to stand and support the Parsis the most peaceful community of Mumbai.


Samiya got well, but its been over an year since Mr Vazifdar was diagnosed with a badly infected liver , and he has borne the pain and the suffering with a smile on his face.

His chemo therapy continues and I would meet him once in a while this Parsi New Year he has gone to Chennai for a liver transplant.

I have not seen him since than and inquire about hm with another head priest Freddy Panthaki..

Mr Vazifdar loved Marziya and after school Marziya would leave my hand rush towards the Fire temple to greet this loving and kind man dressed in white..maybe Marziyas touch was also a holistically healing factor and I know when he put Marziya on his lap it must have hurt him too, but Marziya is special he would tell me.

So I wish him a speedy recovery..and a successful liver transplant..

Marziya sees him from afar
she charges to greet
her favorite uncle Mr Vazifdar
at the Tata Agiary Fire Temple
doors of a heart always ajar
it is a child's love
healing every pain and scar

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