Friday, October 8, 2010

A Body of a Dead Poet Buried Above The Ground

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Simply because the grave diggers were dead drunk..and were in a hurry to rush home and watch Big Boss ..

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Me My Life and Times My Blogs ..Published On The Cybernetic Waters Of Disaster

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Hope And Hindutva A Message of Peace On Pitru Paksha

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Sometimes Faith Moves High Courts Too

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The Untouchable Is Only Made In India ..Thanks To The Caste System

he is fucked
locked outside
the doors of
brahamnic society
such is his fate
his karma
his death
that in the corridors
lies in wait
those who were
supposed to help him
only spend money
time building
grandiose statues
in their
home state
dr ambedkar saab
weeps tears
as he watches their pain
on a pedestal
in a sad state
love is imagery
for the untouchable
his gift of life
is only fucked hate
treated as dog as vermin
third rate on the soul
of humanity
he is used as bait
begs outside
the temple gates
terrorizing
his human soul
the upper caste trait
in his name they have
made crores
wealth grandeur
while the mochi chamar
mehtar his death at
their doorstep awaits


the untouchable is only made in India ..as is where is till current date ..my poetic update

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Pitru Paksha Through The Eyes of a Muslim Blogger

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This place on the Pitru Paksha day which is one day before the advent of Navratri is a crowded affair all the North Indian migrants from UP colloquially called bhaiyyas gather here to pay homage through puja to their dead ancestors .

Prayers with the aid of a pujari are recited and the ritual ingredients on a leaf with a burning lamp are placed in the waters of the tank..

The eaves float all around but are quickly removed by the concerned locals so it does not choke up the tank or the fish and fauna in the pond.

Rafts move around collecting the leaves floral tributes etc ..
I shot all this from the raft too and this was one risky move you know why..

Pitru Paksha requires removal of body hair scalp armpits facial ,, and it is on this day even a person who has never shaved a head becomes a barber so dont be surprised seeing bleeding scalps and faces.

After the religious tonsure comes the prayers rituals and the dip in the tank, this is a only male ritual..and the largest number of bald heads at one place .

Strangely thought the North Indian is supposed to be cause of the problems of the Marathi Manoos here such feeling does not exist at all as all the ritual items on the bank are sold by Maharashtrian women and men , this is their complete monopoly on Pitru Paksh day.

And whatever power politics the support infrastructure is from the locals and the Congress I MLA and the Congress Corporator,, both taking on the responsibility for the welfare of the North Indians on Pitru Paksh day.

But what this place needs is a few boats more to remove the ritual waste in the water and more volunteers from all walks of life and life guards though there has never been a case of drowning here I was told.
There is an ambulance first aid and newly added changing rooms on the banks of the tanks.
Outside the tank the beggars the barbers the vendors of beads necklaces the pickle and sweets sellers do brisk business ..
There are pandits who charge a nominal fee for tying the holy thread on your wrist,, there are neem datoon sellers and Gods pictures in frames sellers.


Everywhere I went there are cries of Bam Bam Bhole Nath because of my tiger print turban and my Sadhu like saffron attire and the gems on my body and my barefeet.

Hardly anyone knows I am a Muslim blogger , most of the younger folks touch my feet and take my blessings somebody offered me Rs 10 as baksheesh too..

This is the India I love dearly and I shoot clearly .

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The Banganga Sadhu and The Shia Pandit

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We are good friends I meet him every year when I come to shoot the Pitru Paksh ceremony on the banks of the Banganga water tank at Walkeshwar.

I shoot a lot of pictures but this year I shot less I was barefeet I was thirsty hungry but I ate or drank nothing almost punishing myself poetically with the passion of man on the edge.

A lot of people pandits, women who sell the ritual items all Maharashtrians knew me on the tank, and thus continues my tryst with Hope and Hindutva a message of Peace and Humanity.. tolerance mutual coexistence as Indians above all things.

Because I am not a Hindu I show you a different perspective of the poetry of religiosity and peace, through the eyes of a Muslim man..as a photographer or photo blogger.

Because I post all my stuff on the internet I am called a photo blogger ..and I dont make prints at all , I dont shoot for shooting sake I shoot to share the culture of the land of my birth its rich tapestry of rituals customs, and because people ridicule the persons or the rituals I have shoot and usually pass racist comments I have locked my comment box for good wherever I post.

The one place I was open and replied to comments was Facebook I have moved away from there given myself a long break.

I am a Shia Muslim from India and I wear saffron for 9 month the rest of the three months of Moharam I only wear black and mourn for the greatest martyr of Humanity ..Imam Hussain.

So because of my respect for Hinduism as the culture of my land my Hindu friends I shoot and share their ethos wit the rest of the world.

I dont pass adverse comments on peoples religiosity ot the choice of their religion or gender and I must confess I have the Hijra Vardan , I met a Hijra before I came to Banganga in the train , I met another one at Banganga I also met a Hijra back in the train that was bringing me home to Bandra.


And finally after I had finished shooting totally exhausted I walked from Banganga to Napean Sea Road to my Gurus house to have water and a cup of tea with him.


I had breakfast at home when I arrived at 12-30 pm.

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