Alvida Jumma Akhri Jumma Bandra Station ..2014

I have uploaded about 99 photos of the Akhri Jumma Alvida Jumma , the last Friday of Ramzan ,which is a harbinger of  Peace and Ramzan Eid known as Eid Ul Fitr .
The fasts will get over , and sad to say that Ramzan a month of piety , patience , ibadat will soon be forgotten the  bars will be mostly filled with guys in white pathanis , surma in the eye and the overpowering fragrance of attar..and this is reality of our modern times ..I shall leave it at that.

People generally hate when you talk the truth or tell the truth but as a sixty plus reformed alcoholic I have lived seen it all.. I hope others hooked to the bottle drugs give it up too..

I have just come back from Kurla a story I shall narrate with pictures of my latest street adventure and exposing a scam ..outside the Kurla Police Chowky and near the No 9 overhead bridge that connects the west to the east once I finish all this upload description and mind you I type with one secular magical finger the only part of my anatomy , that embarrasses me for its contribution to my image as a beggar poet , blogger and a  prose writer of sorts .

Akhri Juma ..Friday Namaz At Bandra Station 2014

I picked up my Canon 7 D today after a very long gap, I hardly use it and I had some work in the Bandra Slaughter house slums I cut though the winding lanes of this huge sprawling slum that stretches towards the Shastri Nagar slums which are close to the Bandra Station and the Bandra Station Sunni mosque ,as the mosque gets totally packed with the namazis , the rest of the Jamat  pray on the road outside the station,, today was last Friday of Ramzan Or Akhri Juma I have never shot this before . this was the first time.

I shot down below and than shot the remaining segment from the Bandra Skywalk. I was the only one shooting this auspicious important day the last Friday before the feast of Eid ..

It was a very hot humid day and not at all congenial , all these pictures are part of my Ramzan series at Flickr shot from 2007 till 2014.

This year I shot less no foodie lanes ...the poor Muslims have hardly any money to buy good food and by the standard of their living literally hand to mouth I am sure the Maharashtra Sadan food must be hundred times better as they say beggars cant be choosers .. and another anomaly of our lives brainwashed by media for furtherance of their interests everything is politicized creating aggression and hurting not just two communities but the very chapter of the mutual coexistence of our country.. it is not just about right or wrong  these are my personal apolitical views and Muslims all over the world are going through a very bleak phase one side ISIL is demoralizing the very tenets of Islam hurting all sects Shias , Christians and others and the other side the imperialistic hegemony of Israel and the killing of innocent both by them and Hamas. The world pimps peace brokers and the world eunuch body watches from the wings ..with their own evil agenda .. en-cashing the fruits of war.

I am not a political person but it is sad I dedicate this series to the fighting spirit of Gaza.. Free Palestine ..

I Shoot Muslim Beggars .. A Friend Asked Do Beggars Have Religion

probably  a thought
that never came to
my dumb poets mind
beggars believe in
god the creator
who created beggars
part of a cosmic grind
god believed beggars
would like his apostles
make others believe in
him through charity instill
compassion hope love
that is missing in mankind
this I think the missing link
of his thought divine Allah
ke name pe do a beggar
pleading to a Muslim with
this byline .Ishwar Bhale Kare
was the beggar requesting
the Brahmin with his lines

Beggars have no religion ..impoverished
begging from man treating him a god ..as they grovel whine

to a friend a bird lover online ,,

The Happiest Man In India .. Is The Man Who Has Nothing To Lose

no house
 no wife
no children
no boss
no mistress
he is a static
pause only
borrowed
dress no party
does he belong to
no not BJP not Shiv
Sena not the NCP
nor the  Congress
he has a moving address
he lost his dreams so
he has nothing to impress
no diabetes no bloodpressure
he wont die of stress ,,
who is the ruling party who
is our new PM...he knows
nothing of our political mess
he eats dry chapatis begs for
food from roadside outlets
he defecates urinates at
street corners like your
darling pets ,,he does not
have to clear his pooh..he
shits out all his regrets
he does not pay taxes no
failed loans or debts ,,
on cricket matches he
has no money to bet
when it rains heavily
his clothes his tattered
soul gets wet like a
zombie he wont click
Like on  your fucked
 facebook posts
no re tweets of alia
jokes bollywoods
only intelligent  actress
fuck he has no lap top
no i pad no desktop
he has no fucked
internet ,.,

to the stray dogs his
companions he feeds
what he gets ..

the homeless rebel of mumbai
a loner away from all you dickheads
last but not the least from the sweat
of his unwrinkled brow he does not
earn his bread ..

acche din kab ayenge ...he wants these
words lit up on his tombstone
revered as a saint when he is dead ..


ps

no walking on the edge .. or falling of the ledge ,,between  sorrow and tomorrow he lies there like a  wedge ,, no wisdom no knowledge

Once A Year I Shoot Urban Landscape ..

i shoot beggars
all size all shape
deformed
disfigured
distorted
contorted
assorted
from their
doomed
destiny
no escape
bound to
diseased
mortality
open wounds
maggot infested
people watch
awed agape
timeless tragedy
society shut mouth
adhesive tape

they only talk about
chapatis random rape

Traveling To Ajmer By Train Is The Story Of My Dreams

From the day I first traveled to Ajmer  and the numerous trips almost every year till this year , the difficulties , the hardships , and the beauty of this rustic travel barefeet as a beggar to the kingdom of Khwajah Garib Nawaz,,

The people I met the hijras who begged recognized me , touched my feet took my blessings , some paid me money to place at the Shrine of the Holy Saint, some fed me and this is all because of one word ,,, Yeh Toh Khwajah Ka Karam Hai..

Nisbet Mili Hai Jab Se Tere Nam Ki Izzat Badi Hai Is Ghulam Ki..

And I left everything behind shooting documenting an Ajmer not seen in travel brochures .. I shot the unseen Ajmer , I shot all this thanks to Khwajah Garib Nawaz and My Host Mentor Peersab Fakhru Miya Hujra no 6 I lived in his private quarters  every year I visited Ajmer Sharif and his hospitality is what Chishtiya order is all about an extension of Hussainiyat.. Hope and Humanity ,

And it was Khwajah Garib Nawaz the greatest follower of the path Of Imam Hussain ..he was the only one who embedded what no ruler could have ever done in the history of India..

The words on the Bulund Darwaza


Shah hast Hussain, Badshah hast Hussain
Deen hast Hussain, Deen Panah hast Hussain
Sar daad na daad dast, dar dast-e-yazeed,
Haqqaa key binaaey 'La ila' hast Hussain"

Ruler is Hussain, Emperor is Hussain,
Faith is Hussain , guardian of faith is Hussain .
Offered his head and not the hand to Yazid.
Truly, the mirror of faith is Hussain

She Hid Her Child's Face From The Cursed Eye Of Camera

Street photographers who incorrigibly shoot beggars , rob peoples soul,,and most beggars genuine or professionals believe so despite the fact we give them money , once a beggar gave me 10 bucks for shooting him and had the cheek to tell me ..to give him a glossy copy as he did not like mat.

The hijras firmly believe photographers are the greatest evil the camera a witchcraft tool that robs soul and hides them in  old booze bottles . Now dont laugh when I am serious , I have  had innumerable fights with the hijras hiding my gonads the way footballers do when Messi takes a free kick.

Bawas Rifais too hate photographers , even though I studiously dress like them it beats me . so now I make my grand daughter shoot them , they ridicule her and she shoots them better than me.

I shot beggars their tales must be told .and as nobody shoots them irrespective of them being pricey I shoot them candidly and stealthily .

I blog with my own pictures I would lose my authenticity if I needed another persons picture to convey my thoughts and most bloggers dont value original content beats me.

My pictures are my blogs their parentage comes from my being I bough them to life on the soul of cyberspace.

I have not shot the foodlanes of Mumbai and I am happy Assad Dadan with his mirrorless Canon is doing a terrific job  he makes even shit street food look edible and he is a self learner ..I have requested him to come and shoot my flowrhorns as I was advised astonishingly Acche Photo Khench Aur Flickr Nahi Quikr Par Bech ,,I cant shoot my flowerhorns they are too fast for me  7 of them of the highest imported breed .