Face To Face Pain And The Poetry of Life

Face To Face Pain And The Poetry of Life, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

The Mouth The Rod And The Poetry of Life

The Mouth The Rod And The Poetry of Life, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

My Children Will Delete My Flickr Account After My Death...

My Children Will Delete My Flickr Account After My Death..., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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Yes I am proud of my humility to be a blogger with a fucked Nkon D 80 that takes me places .. in the mind of the person I shoot..and because God of Bloggers is more poetry laden more metaphoric a bit opinionated but better than the God of the newspaper photowallah... I prefer to live die like blogger .. on cyberspace.. my children will delete my account at Flickr after my Death.. they dont want that part of me alive anyway.. I have no problem..

As Close As Close As I Could Get

As Close As Close As I Could Get, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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Someone tags a photo of his at Facebook and than I get a notification that someone commented on a photo of yours.. it kills me.. how could it be my photo fuck it drives me insane..

I dont comment on peoples pictures and I have choked my comment box everywhere I have my web presence .. one of the reasons is that people dont know how to comment they lack the etiquette or sensitivity of commenting.. they comment for pure sake of passing time some to be noticed .. this is what I have gathered six or seven years as blogger.

Some love to find faults with the rituals you shoot because such rituals dont exist in their religiosity and some guys are paid by Wahhabi skeptics cynics to find fault abuse pictures of Shia blood and gore.This is my appraisal Wahabbis hate Sufi pictures too.. and some Shia bigots hate Shia pictures too.


And at Flickr or Facebook you should not be surprised or shocked or even on cyberspace to see my hijra pictures stolen from my streams at Blogspot and posted on their streams.. without a courtesy line and most use my hijra pictures as thumbnails for their profile pictures on Facebook to con the gullible hijra lover..

And so these are some stray thoughts on a mournfully morose Monday..


Firoze, I love your poems Do you have your poems printed in some way...a book? Have a lovely day.

This was a kind message from a Facebook friend and I sent her a reply.. I always answer messages on Facebook or Flickr..
My reply to her

Nobody will print me maybe yes one day after I am dead and gone.. such is life and the poetry of life of a beggar poet of Mumbai
Thank you so very much for your love support and encouragement that nourishes my poetry and my soul.

Marriamma Feast Madras Wadi Worli Seaface 2011

Marriamma Feast Madras Wadi Worli Seaface 2011, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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Milk drunk by the percer but not swallowed is accumulated which he spits in the mouth of the person who has the rod this lubricates the rod makes it easy to maneuver to and fro or move it backward forward..

Even milk is again used for removal of the rod it loosens the grip and comes out in one pull.. there is bleeding that is covered with ah and a scarf tied round the face..

The hooks too are removed by pouring cold freezing water on the back where the hooks are lodged and some hooks require two or three people to bring it out hooks in the mouth are removed by milk..

Removal of rods from a woman's mouth and a childs mouth hits the guts.. you know what I mean .. a lot of possession takes place at the time of removal of the rod...quite frightening I shot it this time..

Hardcore Street Photography Or A Poetry of Pain

Hardcore Street Photography Or A Poetry of Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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I will be doing this ritual soon , it has eluded me for reasons unknown to me but not fear or pain..I cut my head three or four times a year during Moharam so pain is not the criteria.. and as I have been shooting documenting this festival in Mumbai for many years now I am aware of its importance to the Tamil Hindu diaspora of believers of Mother Marriamma in Mumbai.

This ritual has to grow become a part of your system and the poetry of life , because I have shot it passionately as passionately as I shoot my own Shia rituals it has entered my psyche too and I am a mystic who understands the power of such rituals part of my cultural inheritance and the heritage of Mother India the country of my birth.

I am known to the Tamils and all the rod and hook piercers and participants know me very well I am part of the canvas of this event wherever I am invited .. be it Nehru Nagar Juhu Mahim Macchimar Colony or Madras Wadi or Sion Koliwada..

I am very close to Davendar of Nehru Nagar Juhu , Laxmi the sister of the high priest of Marriamma Mahim Ganesh and Shanmuhgam of Madras Wadi Worli also Punjabi young guy Sam Bhatia of Sion Koliwada ,.a devotee of Mother Marriamma has been a person who has kept me informed of this event.

Sam Bhatia an event manager cum famous caterer participates in the Chattri ritual or human juggernaut , body pierced with 108 rods in the front back side of the mouth including the tongue sometimes and the cheeks.


I shoot this event like most of the events on an empty stomach a forcible fast and barefeet..here at Worli seaface where the rituals began late but I had come at 4 pm my barefeet got burnt and I still have blisters with pus in them and I am a diabetic..but I defy all thoughts of pain being a beggar poet the metaphor of this event enters my poetic psyche seamlessly and fluidly.

I prefer Mahim Macchimar colony because I feel close to home and I have never completely shot the event at Mahim from beginning to end I tire out and call it a day..

At Nehru Nagar I shoot the removal of the rods and at Worli Madras Wadi too..


But I must tell you if the person piercing your cheek is a novice you are in trouble as one false move your cheeks will be ripped apart leaving a scar a disfigurement for life..so the rod piercer has to be a seasoned hand like Rajah Maharajah Shanmugham Ganesh or Davendar there are others too I dont know by name.


You have to undertake a fast before doing this ritual.. tie a yellow thread with a leaf as a symbol of protection of Mother Marriamma.


This is akin to Thaipussam but not Thaipussam per se.. it is similar yet very different though the origins maybe the same...

What I Hate About Facebook

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I have posted this as a Facebook fucked note from the only sucker poet of Mumbai.. I am a blogger who seminal like splurts squirt blogs soliloquizes the spectral soul of the poetry of pain , deleted dreams broken dreams at at Flickr.cum..

My Facebook Note

What I Hate About Facebook

1 People Adding me without sending me a message if we dont have a mutual contact..people who add me without a profile photo or adequate profile ..



2 People who create groups and add me without taking my permission or consent I am not a party animal social spiritual .



3 People sending me chain mail.. people tagging me for fuck sake..there should be a reason to tag me..



4 People should remove me from their feeds as I am a blogger who pimps his blogs on Facebook.. I wont stop posting what I post that is the risk you take when you add me I wont post my stuff on your wall unless I shot you..



5 I am a Shia but I am human too I post pictures of every religiosity I shoot, I shoot hijras too I cant stop shooting what you may like or not like, dont click on my links .. I am positive spam to those who who are not aware about bloggers or blogging..



6 Dont try to change me my beliefs .. simply because I wont change my stripes or my spots.. I am a married man but I also fall in love it is the nature of the primal poet in me.. falling in love makes me write a few poems being ditched jilted spurned makes me write more tenaciously and vigorously..I cant help it..



The picture is of my hand that is saying stop it yar.. bahut kha li mar ab ho gaya main hoshiyar.. kuyon kiya muhjse pyar..phir war aur takrar.. iikrar aur inkar.. pyal ki jhankar.. up close so far..



And last I hate Facebook notes as I am a blogger and Facebook should introduce .. Blogs instead of notes and Blog Stats too..