Thursday, March 24, 2011

Marziya Sees Pictures While I Only Shoot Pictures

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A few months back I was bringing Marziya from her old school a long walk via the Bandra Bazar Market a walk that shes sees what I shoot and shoots a few I direct her to shoot , and she is sharp all of three years , and sharpness is not just about shooting crystal crisp pictures , even a blur has a storyline if shot poetically , pictures are poetry period.

Whe I reached Kalidas a 100 year store at the Bazar Marziya began tugging my leg and I looked down she pointed to this same lady and her child on the wheel chair, I shot pictures all on my Flickr set World of Muslim Beggars God Forgot..

So I am not trying to boat about Marziya prowess or her vision , but she has it the essence of poetry that ultimately transforms into a picture..

Whatever I learnt from my Gurus Marziya absorbed it though brand equity is important in choice of GURU ..Marziyas guru is Dr Glenn Losack MD from Manhattan New York.. the child's guru is Made in USA...though the disciple is irrevocably Indian.

Now you might wonder why I dont call myself Marziyas Guru.. I am not Guru material I am a poet , and Marziya is a poet too.. Marziya uses Glenns camera Nikon D 80..She began shooting darkness which is more difficult;t to shoot than light.. she shot with a cloth covering her eyes..

Marziya will not take the Nikon D 80 without placing the strap around her neck, but now she is defiant over confident and shoots simply holding the camera in her frail hands..
But she likes it on the Manfrotto monopod playing to the gallery.

So I saw this beggar lady at JJ Colony where I shot this picture I later shot her in the evening again at Bandra Bazar Road.

Begging is a tough proposition and a tough profession too.. One day in the near future at a place where I am not known I want to cover myself in a shwal sit with a bunch of beggars and see how much I can make in 15 minutes..

I will test my skills as a beggar...and Pratik Koli can hide in a corner and shoot my pictures...

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I dedicate it to the beggars of Bandra I know each one of them, I dont know them by name but I know these territorial creatures , as they stand with hands open and every coin makes a marked difference to their impoverished lives.

Some of the beggars comer to Bandra for change and fresh air, Bandra is like a hill station for beggars from Mumbra Kalwa and beyond.. they come with their kids beg a bit and go back to their far distant suburban homes..shot by a barefeet blogger of Mumbai.

I know of the Albino family that begs at the foothills of Haji Malang that comes to beg at Bandra close to JJ Colony.

JJ Colony is an abbreviated form for Jamat e Jamuriya..that a few years back was clustered slums , now bought down and clustered buildings with shops have come in their place, I pass through this housing colony of predominantly Muslim people cutting through the butcher shops and the famous beggar lane after I pay my Broad Band bill at the MTNL office off Bandra Reclamation .

I know most of the beggars here my favorite is a kid who has lost control of body muscles but is always smiling on the face of his sufferings, actually he is not aware of his surroundings or his sufferings.

Once I come out from JJ Colony to the market area where Muslim women buy foodstuffs , you find the blind beggars and a few ladies in burkha begging with kids on their waist, or the lady with the child on a wheel chair.

All this is away from Bandra Bazar Road ...

The guy I really miss is a young boy with a glorious smile blind who was operated , begged for some time post the operation by some good Samaritans from the mosque but soon disappeared.His pictures are on my Flickr photostream in a set.

Than there is the regular ladies who sit outside the Shia Khoja Mosque in the Bazar, their stregth increases on Friday namaz time with more who come in with their kids...

You already know Maria te leper lady I have not seen her for some time now.. they go to their hometowns too...


Appu the limbless no hands no legs a stout human stump sits at Mahim Chuch I have not connected with him but if I know he is in town I wish to take Marziya along and shoot his pictures.


There is a beggar season and it is beggars here beggars there beggars everywhere that comes during Ramzan time the glorious month of the Muslim calendar, the best time to shoot beggars.

Outside Mumbai which is the most sought after place for beggars is Ajmer Sharif.

Beggars of every size shape every possible human deformity and you find them at the doorsteps of the Holy Saint Khwajah Gharib Nawaz...

Now because I shoot beggars their color pain has rubbed of on me , so when I am barefeet with a camera as my beggar bowl shooting pictures of this community I feel and behave like a beggar too because I poetize their pain the imagery of their life time mockingly calls me a beggar poet of Mumbai.

I dont sell my pictures I could become a rich man I am preposterously predictably quintessentially broke..all times if I shot Hijra nudes , but than it is not my way of creating wealth , I am not into corruption or scams .. I ask God every morning to change my life he does...he gives me another fucked day to live.

The internet changed my life instead I am globally known as Photographerno1 ..street photographer barefeet blogger that's about it...and we all one time or the other want to deactivate our online accounts , some do successfully..like my good friend Kowalski and so many others who left unobtrusively without forwarding addresses , but I have kept some of them alive through my blog posts.

And than there are those you meet online who become family dear friends you cant do without, they are part of your good mornings and good nights at Facebook and Flickr..more at Facebook which is for a lot of people a home within a home.. and than one day you find out that the guy who shoots fabulous pictures is on his death bed minutes away from life on earth hanging by a silken thread...

Anthony Posey March 17 at 9:04pm Report
our friend Jeff Lamb is ill and possibly leaving our earth soon

Anthony Posey March 17 at 9:17pm Report

i think cancer my friend . not 100% sure just been reading his wifes responses on his account, i know it is painful but if we all hold them in our prayers, heart or thoughts at least warmth will be theirs

than the final message from Posey

Jeff has died

Der Randy March 21 at 4:16pm Report
i just got the bad news i thank you for bringing us together

Der Randy March 22 at 5:20am Report
i want to be strong like him, over the past few months he didn't bother me with his problems , we would chat about facebook issues watermarking, music and big heads manipulations..never once did he mention he was passing. i want to be strong like him.

Fred M. Miller Thanks Firoze for leading me to this man !
the same message from Randy too..

So blogging is a winding path taking you through the bylanes of other peoples mind...through their pictures you enter their hearts and souls they pass away and you are left with a memory...


When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.

RIP Jeff Lamb thank you Roland W Luthi for leading me to him.

Born To Shoot Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old

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without batting an eyelid
without fear or fright
holding the camera tight
profoundly she shoots
pictures shot through
the Nikon D 80 bear fruit
as i watch her in admiration
silently and mute
she was born with the gift
of an inner vision an insight
the camera merely an of shoot
the worlds youngest
street photographer
to humanity she pays tribute
street angst street life
raw emotions she loots
beggars she meets on her route
know her happily this cute child
they salute marziya shakir
her pictorial pursuits
a photographer of repute

The Hijras of Bandra West

The Poets Soul Captures The Hijra Angst

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I shot this yesterday at JJ Colony Bazar and I spoke to them later but they were camera shy and ignored me and the humanity of my camera completely.

They were buying chicken...

And I shot hijras again this evening while coming from Lokhandawala Andheri at the Juhu Versova Link Road traffic signal..

Three


Three, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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being gifted
i tried
to read the future
of all three
one had become
a builder
the second
was an actor
the third was
a politician
through
the third eye
of my mind
i could see
all three
building
castles on air
on the soul
of humanity
the actor
was endorsing
pan masala booze
making loads of money
the builder and the politician
joined hands building
holiday homes
on man made
hill stations
in the lap
of luxury
burning slums
smoke and fire
new homes
dont come free
no they said
we are human
we dont give charity
the actor would dance at
rich fat weddings
but for slumdwellers
homeless he had
no time he agreed
an eye sore
they must
be removed
on rail tracks
the shat and peed
a curse
a wanting seed
they only knew
to fornicate
over breed '
i opened my eyes
my fucked
imagination
from a worse
fate i hurriedly freed
to their future
i wished godspeed
in the slums
as they studied
to my workspace
i scurried
necessity
is the mother
of invention
politics is what
makes
the human soul bleed
call it democracy
where hopes
of a common man
in an empty grave
are buried

Within The Mind Of A Cosmic Poet

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lies wasteland
of words
rusty corroded
overused
depleted and bare
empty socket-less
beyond the horizon
they stare denuded
dehydrated despair
deleted they rise
from the ashes
reborn mixing
with water and air
poetically
painfully
on the soul of
sorrow ensnared
computerized
software
fortitude
fathomless
fecundity
foto flair
thoughtlessly
threadbare

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