Saturday, October 15, 2011

Fragrance of Kashmiryat

she comes from a land of a million smiles
a land of sorrow and snow ..
robbed of its heritage
by marauders they need to overthrow
the fragrance of heavenly
kashmiryat lives for ever
even in mumbai
as it glows
on her face
the tragedy of karbala clearly show
the waters of the river Euphrates
from shia eyes on to the hanky
of bibi fatima flow
mashke sakina
weeping with abbas s
blood although
parchame abbas
billowing in the winds
to and fro
unfulfilled desire
at sham
to bibi zainab
a chaddar
he could not bestow

The Iranian Hamam

The Iranian bathing house or Iranian Hamam is situated next to Moghul Masjid at Imamwada.

The owner does not allow photographers at all, but one of his relatives a dear friend of mine allowed me access .

The bathing house is centuries old and has remained the way it is though the world outside has changed completely.

Their are masseurs from North India who give you a massage before you take the bath,,

I have not explored it completely and shot it from one angle..

The Iranian Hamam

The Iranian Hamam

The Iranian Hamam

Malcolm Rozario RIP

This is a very old picture that has lived with me since almost 35 to 40 years, I recently had it scanned , but could not restore it to to its early originality.

I saved it on my comp as a 10MB file , my eyes fell on it just now so here it is .

Malcolm Rozario stayed at Colaba Strand ..Grants building with his mother father aunt and a sister Linda.

We were childhood friends and Malcolm and I played at Garden Road ..with Ramesh Mulchandani Ram Parsani..and others.

Malcolm was of robust health , but had a crush on beautiful girl that stayed at Garden Road , too , in order to impress her he did a marathon from Garden Road to Electric House and back several rounds..

We were all impressed with his achievement , but he drank a lot of cold water after the feat.
The following day he fell seriously ill .pneumonia that went from bad to worse , we visited his house daily, looking into the light fading from his eyes ...
And one day he gave up his soul...

This was one sad tragedy I never forgot and it has been a very long time ..
This picture bought up those memories all over again.

I lost in touch with Linda and they don't stay anymore at that old house.

Perhaps she will see this one day...

Friday, October 14, 2011

The Malang of Mumbai - Nerjis Asif Shakir

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Malang in this case is a state of mind of peace tranquility, but goes haywire when she starts bawling crying, she needs to be carried , she hates the cradle ..she loves the rack where my jewelry hangs will stare at it , basically she loves sounds , acoustics, and is at home with the camera..

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