Now I Dont Know What Ruffled Him.. I Dont Look A Bit Like Shahid Afridi

Now I Dont Know What Ruffled Him.. I Dont Look A Bit Like Shahid Afridi, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Humility Thy Name Is Barber

Humility Thy Name Is Barber, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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This is where I have my hair trimmed , he feels honored refuses to take money but I insist I give him Rs 50 / he returns Rs 35 back.

And I cant say anything to him as I am literally growing my hair that like this barber in all humility refuses to grow.

Because of the furrows of the kama matam , the ritual of cutting my head during Mohram , there is a bald patch in the front, but because I wear a turban most of the time it is not noticeable.

I used to wear the turban pathani style with the kulha but I stopped it there is a fear psychosis in society regarding people from the north west..and I have nothing to say.. a friend asked me whether I will ever visit Pakistan I said no never not for any reason simply I have no wander lust towards Muslim countries , I wont visit Saudi Arabia simply because my God lives In India and I am comfortably at home with him luckily my God is not under house arrest as he is out there.

I wont visit Iraq because if I do get a free ticket or a paid one I will give it to someone more deserving than me , yes my Hussain lives in India too... my birthplace is my Karbala too.My Hussainyat begins here and ends her too..without being restricted by visa emigration or geographical boundaries.

Glenn wants me to come to Manhattan , but I am happier in my own country and I am not into travel photography, and yes I prefer shooting the streets in Mumbai.

I dont drink I dont smoke I dont fornicate , poets hardly fornicate save in their imaginations, I dont sell pictures I was born broke I will die broke .. I have no savings I have not even saved what I have posted on the internet.


I am an impulsive mouse pusher and I poetize life after death on earth... heaven or hell dont interest me.

My religiosity is individually inclined I am not a congregational man , I am congregational during Moharam only , I am one with the Shia crowds I passionately shoot ..or during Lalbagh Chya Raja Visarjan I walk barefeet with him to his journey towards the sea I become one with my cultural inheritance I become one with a Hindu deity I passionately shoot for all my Hindu friends .. and I still cant repay for all they have done for me when I was undergoing bad times .. they helped me each time I fell so I shoot their faith I shoot the Christian faith and this is the least I can do as a photographer.

Why I shoot the Hijras is one query I cant answer perhaps its part of their Karma and my Dharma.

This barber shop is my hope beyond darkness I shoot him I am inspired by positive thoughts and hard as I try I always bang into Hijras on the street .. they cant stay away from me I cant stay away from them.

I shot a hijra beggar yesterday , and we chatted for sometime after I took 3 shots than I spotted an old lady with a jhadu, I shot her for kicks, and she entered a shop , the shop guy Mr Parmar of Advocate Tailors later told me she was a hijra she comes every Tuesday to his shop.

This was one hijra that did not look like an hijra at all.

In a few minutes I shall walk to my workplace through the slums, away from the internet and the computer that is the fulcrum of my surreal existence.

And away from a written word photographed as a blog .. read as poetry written as prose..

Style Never Goes Out Of Fashion

Style Never Goes Out Of Fashion, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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pain poetry pathos and passion

Touch Me Not

Touch Me Not, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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her pulsating
quilted heart
red and rosy
for someone
else he made
love is
an illusion
color of her
eye shade
emotions
unwillingly
cascade
touch me not
she forbade
her beauty
draped
in brocade
embellished
hand crafted
sculpted
in light and shade
through her
thoughts
i wade
a poet
betrayed
wooing
the frozen
soul
of a mermaid
my pain
in a cosmic ring
i have essayed
love an emotion
not for trade
as i wither
as i jade
a pain
self made
calling a
spade a spade
my fate
on the shores
of her
destiny
i could
not evade

Jesus Was Betrayed By The Very People He Came To Save

Jesus Was Betrayed By The Very People He Came To Save, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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whatever
he had
he gave
their sins
big small
ugly
he forgave
in a world
god made
so man could
be saved
with the weight
of all the sins
it caved
depraved
man once
a master
now a slave
among
cowards
among
the brave
hitting
the shores
of humanity
wave
after wave

Kash Hum Juda Na hote

Kabhi Alvida Na kahte

on my poems soul
she engraved
sweet short waved
less is more
he craved

Mr Chand Sports Bandra Hill Road

Mr Chand Sports Bandra Hill Road, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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Death of his only young son Ravinder hit him very hard ferociously he could never be the same again ever...I spent a lot of time with his son , who loved to talk to me on all subjects and than one day it was all over...

Aur hum jhuke-jhuke,
Mod par ruke-ruke,
Umar ke chadhaav ka utaar dekhte rahe,
Karvan guzar gaya, Gubar dekhte rahe!

Walking Barefeet For Goddess Jari Mari on Gudi Padwa Day

Walking Barefeet For Goddess Jari Mari on Gudi Padwa Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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She walked with the Jari Mari Gudi Padwa procession barefeet , she works as a maid near my workplace, she was humble and shy so I shot her feet , her devotion , her feet are totally burnt by the long walk... and this Devi chi Shradha Bhakti.. need I say more ... jab dil mange more..