Sunday, October 20, 2013

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Firoze Shakir

I am here on Facebook to chill , I have no issue with religiosity yours or mine , but if you want to add me to spread your narrow mindedness , to bully others through me, bully my friends of diverse faith I will block you .. I dont add people with aggressive thumbnails I wont add you, I also dont add people who want me to add you without sending me a message , we may have mutual friends does not mean we share the same views ..

I have decided not to take anymore shit from bigots racists who hide behind other peoples celebrity pictures ..Thanks..

I am a Shia Muslim but I am also a photo journalist blogger who shoots other religions .. if this is not acceptable to you please Unfriend Me .. Now ..

People with no profile pics and info please dont send friend requests....

Please dont ridicule my customs my beliefs and any adverse comment I shall remove you from my friend list l will block you and report ..

What I shot was with my eyes .. you were certainly not my target audience when I shot what I shot this last line to racists bigots narrow minded citizens of Facebookistan.

Dont add me to Groups ,, Dont Tag me Unnecessarily ..I have no issue with females poking me from time to time ,,,

Photographerno1..is a Shia mystic.a Dam Madar Malang .they don't make like this any more.. he walks on fire,self flagellates,cuts his forehead each Moharam.. he is sane as sane as you or the guy next door,..
HE WALKS BARE FEET..MOCKING AND KISSING THE GROUND WITH HIS FEAT.. THEY SHED TEARS TOO..SOAKED IN BLOOD OF PAIN.

I shoot pictures of pain , as I see pain in the viewfinder of my soul, my poems are my personal thoughts , perhaps they are a bit opinionated.I am not a Mullah or a preacher ,
I give space I don't need to grab attention.

Flickr is where all my posts blogs poems originate..

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Add Me At Your Own Risk.. But For Fuck Sake .. First See My Pictures Read My Profile Before Adding Me ..After adding me dont Report Graphic Violence on my Moharam pictures ,,,


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The Heritage Of The Pan

I hail from Lucknow where pan, betel leaf is a cultural phenomenon... my paternal grandmother Khurshed Baji could not do without pan, a part of her etiquette and upbringing..

My maternal grandmother Nazni Begum widow of Daroga Nabban Saab descendant of poet Mir Anees ate pan too..

When I got married in Lucknow in the early 70s my wife came with the pandan , a huge silver container for pan, it was a part of her mothers heirloom ..and considered shagun or good luck.

My dad ate pan but than a serious illness put him of pan and cigarettes ,,my dad never touched a drop of booze in his lifetime and was a couturier for all the top dons of Mumbai..those days there were no designers ..My father Mohomed Shakir had a clientele that included Basu Bhai Hasu Bhai Khaliq Bhai Karim Lala Rashid Bawazir Hanif Bhai Bangali and many others including Maxi..

And pan was served to the clients , it was a form of hospitality tradition.. I dd not like pan and have eaten the famous pan that was served by the Sindhi panwala at Strand Cinema ,,, the Sindhi Gurda Kalejiwala the Sindhi panipuriwala next to Sindh Provision stores and Strand Coffee House of Mohomed Reza of Sarvi.

I did go with friends to the Kothas of Mujrewalis at Bachhu ki wadi and saw the famous panwala who sold opium laced palangtod pan for Rs 10000 .. I also went to Congress House and the Mujrawalis were the first connoisseurs of pan...but personally I did not like pan at all.

Even now at Shia functions at home pan is specially made served but I dont touch it at all.

My mother used to go to the pan galli at Null Bazar to get pan for my dad , exotic names that I hardly remember.. guests relatives who came from Lucknow could not do without pan..

Nobody eats pan in my house .. and these pan I shot at Latur .there are famous panwalas at Lalbagh but the pan is used for religious purpose as goodluck omen.

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Maharashtra Has Been Let Down By Its Own Politicians


each one
creating
his own
wealth
bank
as the
rural farmer
killed himself
his world sank
his eyes hollow
sockets blank
first robbed
by money lenders
than later by
politician owned
cooperative banks
drowning hopes
holding on to
a floating plank
politely refusing
charity farmers
say no thanks

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This Child Wants To Know What We Have Done To Make His World More Peaceful And Full Of Hope

we are selfish
what we have
created is not
for them ..
war pestilence
chaos illusions
mayhem
we watch one
community
kill another
community
we remain
silent we
dont condemn
we dig beneath
the earth to
find gold
precious gem
we are born
dreamers
born killers
my pain
my poem
killing bed bugs
at 2 am

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Hindu Niqab

a veil a take
off on a muslim
cultural garb
midway between
a burkha and a hijab
more colorful attractive
mysterious ,, just slits
eyes as orbs ,,,
slithering silence
when they sob..

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Street Side Barbers Are Craftsman Too



but called
hajams
treated
as lower caste
untouchable
they hardly
get their
due ,, only
in india
man is
divided
according
to his
profession
it is true
mehtar
jamadar
dhobi
chamar
sounds
derogatory
too..unless
you are
a brahmin
high born
hindu..
why cant
we just be
human
break
all this
taboo

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The Hindu Niqab of Latur

I visited Latur in 2010 at that time most of the young girls , the Hindu girls wore the Niqab..and the few Hindu people I met were not happy with this fad turned into a fashion statement ,, they were trying hard to stop the Hindu girls from wearing the Niqab..

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