Thursday, November 27, 2014

I Would Never Use A Nikon Even If You Gave It To Me Free .. I Am A Canon User



And its a fact I have been taken for a big ride by Nikon during the formative years I used it , we were forced into Nikon because of its re sale value those days ,, and I sold my Nikon F 100 with 1.4 lens for a mere Rs 4500.

I have forgotten Nikon forever ,, I d rather use my mobile phone than a Nikon ..my grandchildren are Canon Users too.

I Shoot Time And Space ..I Am Not Part Of This Rat Race


I Thought It Was A Flickr Photo Walk




she looked at me
our eyes locked
she was supposed
to be taking our
picture this was
a great cultural
shock seeing me
shooting her
her eyes stony
rock i also
wondered if they
were on Flickr
photo walk
i desperately
searched for
the leader of
the pack
the prolific
mr thomas hawk
whose pictures
with my poetic
comment i stalk
i also searched
for the impressive
prima donna mrs th
among his flock
i wanted to invite
both to my humble
house the same
evening at 5 oclock
my grandkids would
shoot them chips
of this old blog
who learnt photography
taught them too shooting
garbage shitting dogs
cleaning mumbai
a humongous task
a man spat out at
my feet my soul
he mocked ..
while juggling
with words my
poem through
a picture talked


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Ha Ha Street Photographer Of Mumbai..Our World You Mystify ,,



your vision
your camera eye
you spotted us
from your moving
cab they looked
at me stupefied
happy fully
satisfied they
knew i was an
actor too ..
they smiled
wished me
goodbye

yes street photography
as the mother of street art
i shoot i glorify ,,my only high

to my friend mindmeld ,, a moment i shot she held her appreciation this old oak felled ,,,

I Have Taken An Appointment With The Ear Cleaner For My American Friend




this is now being made into
 a poem for my friend alex
wasserman when he comes
 to mumbai he will have his ears
 cleaned this kindly american gentleman
after this he has a dental appointment
with a Chinese doctor Dr Hu Win Chen
alex will have his wisdom tooth removed
at the doctors incense lade den .at ten
another appointment outside the rani bagh
byculla zoo to remove his corns by the local
chiropodist Mr Surywanshi Sen..he will
cut out the corns while Alex cleans his
camera lens . makes sense ,,he wants to
visit all the places Boaz visited in Mumbai
Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghat  the open air laundry
filled with Bhaiyya men ..sweating perspiring
mustard oil adding to their zen..these uber
famous iconic most photographed working
men ..Alex has promised to give me a memory
his most cherished Parker pen i refused to take
the gift of his Nikon lens I use Canon a camera
that shoots eternity impressively 100 percent

i told him nothing in our friendship should cause a dent
he knew what i meant . forget forgive never ever repent

money earned is money spent greeting to him i send ..
his room booked at lucky hotel bandra ,,homely better
than an Arabs tent  now i await his comment ...

today 26/11  november is my wedding anniversary
an arranged marriagewhere i took her parents
consent 3 kids the only memory of this marital event

My Muse Has A Stalker ..Says The Sad Look In Her Eyes



the stalker defiantly looked my way a look
that was deviously evil not nice  he warned
me to find another muse his face i despised
i wanted to lash out at him for troubling my
muse for my long absence she was paying
a price ,,love stony my cosmic fate pulverized
i was a victim of my lost illusions fathomless
foolish pretentiously wise ..i was grieving seeing
her helplessness the fear of god in her eyes ..

we would meet again on some other planet
some other time she replied.. i lived i died

My Muse At Mahim Told Me It Was Time To Move On




let bygones be bygone
held captive against her
will on a wall she wondered
where i had gone she was
saddened by the absence
of this beggar poet who
was busy shooting garbage
porn leaving his muse lonely
forlorn her dreams gave birth
to hope a new moment born
she was stalked by another man
who wanted her or he would
throw acid on her face he
warned .. so she was now
at the cross roads of love
double crossed by her fate
her soul tattered and torn.

the next image shows the stalker
bare chested horny ..no brains
just brawn ..so she looked
at me shy silent withdrawn ..

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