Friday, November 4, 2011

Jimba Was Marziya Shakirs Best Friend

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Slaughtered Soul of a Barefeet Blogger

I am not into groups events or games
I am not into guys hijras or dames
I am a blogger -
pictures within poems
I frame
man kills man
poor god takes the blame
a barefeet blogger
what a shame
I am what I am
though someone calls
someone by my name
my notoriety to fame
I did not borrow
another mans surname
a photographer
fractured fortitude
a blogger
I became
Technorati
my blogs
I reclaim

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The Silence of This Lamb

to blog or not to blog
the silence of this lamb
bleeding emotions
definitely not positive spam
a blog also a battering ram
interconnected wires of despair
bursting a cyber dam
read me as a picture or a poem
I aim to be what I am
mutton beef chicken no ham
while her door on the face
of my destiny slams
a blog goddess
I fondly remember
God Damn
who made me a blogger
a poetic pause some slam
roger roger over
radioed reality
the moment she
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Unforgettable Memory Called Jimba

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This was a picture I asked a person to shoot, a picture that needs no text, animals feel love through sense of smell and Jimba knew me alright, and without trying to squeeze tears from a dry hanky I can assure you I read his mind , he was wondering over the missing presence of Marziya..

And as Kadir Bhai the owner of Jimba lives in Indra Nagar his children were slaughtering him here, though he stayed with the other brother at Bandra Bazar Road .

Jimba was well taken care of , fed kala namak or salt to clear his bowels, green leafy vegetables the works, he ate fruits , ice cream , chocolates sweets and biscuits too..

Every child at Bandra Bazar Road knew Jimba and Jimba knew all of them..

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Jimba Meets His Fate

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Jimba is a pet goat that was raised fed to finally be slaughtered for Idd ..he is a Khasi goat, and was the favorite of all kids at Bandra Bazar road including my grand daughter Marziya, he had a very special attraction for Marziya and would follow Marziya simply because Marziya would nudge me to buy him biscuits..

Jimba was to be slaughtered last Idd but missed the butchers stroke, Jimba was a kid goat bought for Rs 2500 by one brother and raised by another brother, Kadir bhai who bought the goat wanted him to be slaughtered for his daughters wedding and though the wedding took place Kadir bhai, gave him a reprieve..

So when I returned from shooting the Bandra Station Road Namaz on Bakra Idd day,I passed by Indira Nagar barefeet and was shocked to see Jimba being made ready for the Kurbani..the surviving bakra that was a pair of Rs 45000 had already been slaughtered..

The Qurbani of Jimba was done by a Mullah who recited the Holy Verses.. and all the kids were weepy eyed sad, including me, Jimba took a lot of time to die, he was not ready so to speak to meet the Maker yet, and I kept on shooting his rattle and death throes..his head was placed in a utensil so his blood dd not flow on the ground..

I know one thing for a fact Marziya wont stop searching for him..and perhaps you might not believe this but when I came home I asked Marziya about Jimba she put a hand like a blade on her neck.. and I understood that Marziya has the gift of reading my thoughts too,, and Marziya has not yet seen a goat slaughter yet..

For those who have tuned in late Marziya is a two year old child..my son Asif's daughter..

And my eyes are wet and moist as I post this today..

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Marziya and Jimba

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Marziya Shakir and Jimba

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A lot of Muslim folks that have open spaces in Bandra keep goats , feed them take care of them and finally slaughter them during Bakra Idd ..a thought that kills the child who begins to love the goat as a pet..

Jimba is a story of a goat at my Flickr photo stream , Jimba was a beautiful goat Khasi , castrated and loved kids , he was like a kid among kids , would eat biscuits sweets chocolates , and he was a very playful , he was very attached to my Grand Daughter Marziya Shakir and the moment he saw her he would come towards her lick her and Marziya was perhaps 16 month old, I could never understand their love for each other , Marziya treated him with love and respect..

And one day on Bakra Idd I was coming back from shooting the namaz I came through the slums and there in front of my eyes was Jimba being adorned for slaughter , I could not believe it , I saw him he looked into my eyes asking me for Marziya, his death was not instant , after he was slaughtered he lived but his eyes were fixed on me and he was pleading to get a glimpse of Marziya .. but Marziya was at home on the fifth floor and hardly knew her best friend Jimba would be killed for Bakra Idd.,.I requested the owner of Jimba not to send the Kurbani or Jimbas meat to my house we would not be able to eat it anyway.. Jimbas slaughter pictures are on my photostream..
I came home sad , because the best pictures of Marziya as a toddler are with Jimba even those of her sharing her biscuits with him..

When I reached home Marziya was there looking at me sadly, and than she did something , I was zapped she put her hand on her neck and I knew she knew Jimba was dead .. so I share a strange bond with my gran daughter , and she shoots pictures she is a gifted child and it is nothing to do with her photography , her shooting beggars hijras ..


This Bakra Idd I shall miss her the most as she is at her maternal grand parents house ..

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