Jab Ramzan Ayega Humko Chu Ke Jayega

The beggars are arriving , they have left their hovels in Malda Murshidabad W Bengal , beggars from Uttar Pradesh,, fraud Muslims with huge receipt books asking for Chanda to build the Madrsa and Mosque in Deoband or some far distant place .. guys who hire trucks blaring away on loudspeakers asking for charity in the name of Allah.

Kashmiri migrants with their wives faces sad and gloomy , and their chubby brood their daughters in tow , visiting houses asking for food clothes , ration alms ,,

This is Ramzan the Holiest of Holy Month for charity , piety ..
but than it is also during Ramzan you have wayward Miyas with short pajamas long kurtas protesting at Azad Maidan , molesting lady cops smashing public property and showing the personal ugliness that is not part of peaceful Islam..

During Ramzan you have a Maulana leading a protest pehaps his personal agenda and another Maulana bites the bullet ,,

Ramzan means abstinence for some , they will give up booze , but on the day of Eid after the namaz you will find them sozzled at bars or lying on the streets ,, I have shot pictures ..so I am not talking out of my hat , Muslims who fasted now on Eid Day rushing for Mujra ,, and bars that have clandestine bar dancing .

I shoot the bounty of Ramzan.. the Sairi mornings the Awakeners .. later in the evenings food lanes of Bandra Iftar time ,, I hardly go to Minara Masjid or Bohri Mohalla ,,, shot far too much and I am not a foodie ,, but I visit the street beggars at Bhendi Bazar breaking their fast.. and thanking God for his Mercy and benevolence ,

My serious health problem and my gall bladder stones made me stop fasting last two years or I fasted all 30 days for many years ,, and I am waiting for my blood sugar to come under control and  than get it surgically removed ,, I am waiting for my good days too.

My wife , my daughter in laws my sons all fast during Ramzan..Marziya will fast too I think,

The cripple beggar at Boran road much before Ramzan begins sends me his request a lungi a shirt and a skull cap that I give him very year....I was planning to go to Chor Bazar today to get a few umbrellas for the beggars but my health did not permit me ,, Might go in the evening hopefully ,

There is another thing about Ramzan I must add here , there are those Muslims who get their new clothes done for Eid as soon as Ramzan starts who know that the tailoring shops will be packed  and there are those very rich presumptuous who wait till two or three day before Eid to get their new clothes ,, and hassle the tailors designers etc etc

I dont make new clothes for Eid ,, and as my dress code is black all round the year I have bought a white Tshirt to wear with my tiger stripe pajamas .

I will shoot the Eid Namaz barefeet at Bandra Station near the Station Road Sunni Mosque ,


And once I shot 21 Ramzan the saddest day for the Shias,  in Mumbai  .. now I stay at home ,, I dont shoot Shiasm in Mumbai anymore ,,, for personal reasons ,, and if Hyderabad was close by I would have gone to shoot 21 Ramzan  there ,, this day is important as the Martyrdom of Imam Ali ,, from 19 Ramzan,,,


So sometimes a story of a Muslim beggar can take  you through the winding lanes of the dark stretches of my Cosmic Mind ,,

I shot the Bandra Talao and a video of my favorite Ear Cleaner this morning ,, I shot a lot of street pictures too on my Canon 60 D.

This morning because of heavy rains that started later I walked 3 Km totally drenched to the bone ,,,

The Beggars Are Coming .. Along With The Ramzan Moon

Every beggar I shot , was merely a picture , a single frame within a frame , I never talked to them I was very clinical in my approach to beggars .I shot them , gave them money moved on..

I do talk to a few beggars I know , and they are the senior beggars of Bandra Bazar Road like Jaffer Bhai and Khwajah Bhai.

But now since I began shooting beggars on video.. I have changed , I feel more compassion , and I am understanding the collective beggar psyche ,, If I was younger , more educated I would have done a thesis on Muslim beggars on India..Please dont read me wrong beggars in every community are downtrodden neglected and in bad shape and they are all made in India beggars.. but my thread of pictorial thought and assessment are Muslim beggars .

The reason is is sensitively impactful, if the Muslim community instead of waging sectarian wars , killing murdering their own , raping pillaging ,,as warlords like the ISIS Taliban took up the positive role of helping the poor , giving succor to all even the minorities this wold would be a better place to live in for the unborn child .

Perhaps I am a dreamer , living out an Utopian dream.. but we are hypocritical it runs in our blood , we hardly follow the message of Peace and Brotherhood .. We have destroyed our own religion by misinterpretation following blindly hate filled rogue mullahs leaders and you know the gist of my thought.

When I see beggars Hindus Muslims sitting side by side begging , I feel this is the true spirit of my country.. a country that has been well known for its love for humanity hospitality and humanity .

Beggars that Man forgot and sometimes I think even God has forgotten them , is there a Minister in Parliament that represent beggars .. certainly not the myopic visually impaired Minister of Minorities who hardly knows the difference between the rich the poor and the affluent ,, God save us from our Ministers .. forget fake degrees their thought on existence too is fake .. and after they are elected thanks to our misplaced votes they become all the more fake .

I sit next to these beggars speak to them let their voice reach out to you .. perhaps you too will become compassionate like me ,, and just giving a few coins to the beggars will not change their destiny at all.

Mind you there are fake beggars too, who am I too judge them.. there are beggars that use beggary as a profession , there are beggars that are victims held against their will by beggar mafias , highly connected and very powerful.. there are corrupt people who force beggars into child prostitution , and we all know it ,, but we are hardened human animals .. it does not bother us .. but I know the next generation after my grandkids will certainly change all this ,,,they will reach out change India and the world too.. I am positive ,, this powerful generation yet to be born will be dynamic , healers , futuristic hope ,,

I just stopped writing and went to shoot my wife teaching 4 year old Nerjis to perform the Namaz.. yes change will come surely..

I Am The Product of The Garbage I Poetize With My Camera s Cosmic Eye

every morning  as i walk by
paying my respects to this
eponymous temple of our
lord of the flies .. with folded
hands bowed head my backyard
the garbage dumps i poetize
with a thundering applause
the bandra municipality i
lionize a part of me lives
a part of me dies ,,we were
born to litter we are garbage
beneath our humanly disguise
we have so much garbage to
export that no friendly unfriendly
country wants to buy ,,on another
planet another time 72 virgins
dreading the idea when jihadists
will come make a garbage dump
of their one and only paradise
limping  with a bandage on his eye
the leader of the pack,, lets out a cry 
lusting for good days ,, sugar n spice

Sometimes I Wonder What Is Photography

to only shoot a selfie
or  shoot to satisfy
an inner urge that
moves mountains
complacently or
is it to post a moment
on instagram facebook
getting a few comments
a like ..most probably
or posting a nude in
slumber prolifically
shooting eveything
that your cosmic
eye sees visually
letting your tantric
kundalini free ,,
i shoot molten tears
frozen hope cavorting
with misery ,,blind
beggars , crippled
children limbless
hopeless humanity
begging for crumbs
devoid of human
dignity reduced to
ignominy ..be it a
mobile phone or a
DSLR ,, women on
the streets selling
their rotund fetid
flesh enslaved to
the madam the pimp
unable to flee , fucked
by the cop , even the
sweepers of mumbai
municipality.. drug addicts
who crawl all over her body
spitting on the soul of her
transgressed womanhood
to be or not to be ,,

sometime i feel like
smashing my camera
get the fuck out of
this chimerical world
of voyeuristic photography


why you shoot
what you shoot
with your eye
i certainly wont
disagree .. lost
illusions  elusive
moments ebb
n flow .. torturous
tremors tragedy

The Muslim Beggar From MaldaW Bengal

Anarkali Madhubala Lives In Bandra Now

This Open Gutter Has Been Covered But There Are Many Such Open Gutters In Bandra

This is an open gutter  near my house it has been covered  after several tweets pictures and videos ..after tagging our erstwhile local representative ..

The open gutter at Bandra Hill Road opp VR Jewelers , the boss had made several complaints to the BMC but nothing happened I posted a picture and this morning it has been covered too.

There is another one I saw at Bandra Bazar Road Hanuman Temple but I have no inclination to shoot it  and why should I fight for Bandra residents with smart kids o Facebook Twitter who are not interested even if a neighbors house comes crashing down or burns down.. We Mumbaikars are selflessly selfish.. as long as nothing happens to our house .. that is why the Bandra Municipality does not give a shit ,,

At a back lane in Bandra Bazar Road Gulati Building there is no water for weeks they take drinking water from street taps and the adjacent buildings but our Congress Corrporator has no time for such exigencies .,,

I feel Mumbai Municipality should be privatized and there will be some accountability responsibility , better roads and better garbage management ,, people who will love Mumbai and not destroy Mumbai wantonly by bribes , allowing slums to come up all over Bandra  Reclamation beneath the flyover too ,, new shanties new hutments ,, money goes a long way in making a few corrupt officials look the other way including our cops ,,

I say build statues in the sea build memorials for our stalwart leaders they deserve it but please also build good roads , good Municipal hospitals markets parks schools ,, dont rip us please ,, Luckily we dont belong to Muslim parties as such and we certainly dont live in a polarized Aurangabad .. In my case my parents are buried in Mumbai soil , and from this very Mumbai soil my children grandchildren were born.

So it hurts me a lot I dont belong to any political party , I have no evil agenda , I am not an activist nor do  I belong to any activist group as a senior citizen  62 years old I shoot pictures and show you the crass , the neglect of our beloved city ..

Hardly those who helm Mumbai are from Mumbai .. so we have a better Latur a better Nanded a better Nagpur , a better Pune Nagpur better Nasik but a fucked Mumbai from asshole to eternity .