The Red Indian Finally Got Sold At The Antique Store For Rs 1200

 I was fascinated with this fibreglass statue of the Rd Indian since the day she arrived at Aslam Bhais Antique shop at Bandra Bazar Road .

There was some sadness I felt that connected me with her she was in bad shape her elbow broken and there was no effort in restoring her .

So she stood defiantly facing the vagaries of Mumbai weather the heat humidity ..outside the store and I was the only one hoping she would get a home with some film set designer ,but each time I met the owners son he said nobody wanted to buy her ,,

I tried to poeticize the pain of this warrior damsel.. the last of the Mohicans ,, I am saying this more as a metaphor .. the little bit I know about Tribal Red Indian culture was comic books that always showed them as villains and the holier than thou cowboys as heroes ,, and the land belonged to these early tribes driven into wilderness ,,

I hardly know anything about their sartorial ancestry ,, it was no taught in school.. but I always remembered those profoundly misplaced words a Good Indian is a dead Indian.

However I wont beat round the bush I met the owners son as I had not seen the Red Indian statue outside th shop because of heavy rains ,,it was stored in the attic but somebody having read my online rant bought it for Rs 1200.

I am happy for the Red Indian see was saved the misery and my photography ,, so thereby ends a tale

she waited
she waited
she waited
the weather
the  heat
humidity
 she hated
she wanted
to pierce the
dagger into
her heart
she contemplated
in alien surroundings
to be or not to be
she confusedly
debated ..
wary of a poets
love interest she
was scared to be
baited ..ill fated
my god is red ..
she was frustrated
he was an indian too
but to her ancestry
he was not related
every time he touched
the thunder of her cheeks
she felt violated ..now
finally she has left the
bandra bazar road
antique shop finally
from vagaries of time
misery liberated
in some other planet
some other time ,,
rehabilitated

The Red Indian Finally Got Sold At The Antique Store For Rs 1200

 I was fascinated with this fibreglass statue of the Rd Indian since the day she arrived at Aslam Bhais Antique shop at Bandra Bazar Road .

There was some sadness I felt that connected me with her she was in bad shape her elbow broken and there was no effort in restoring her .

So she stood defiantly acing the vagaries of Mumbai weather the heat humidity ..outside the store and I was the only one hoping she would get a home with some film set designer ,but each time I met the owners son he said nobody wanted to buy her ,,

I tried to poeticize the pain of this warrior damsel.. the last of the Mohicans ,, I am saying this more as a metaphor .. the little bit I know about Tribal Red Indian culture was comic books that always showed them as villains and the holier than thou cowboys as heroes ,, and the land belonged to these early tribes driven into wilderness ,,

I hardly know anything about their sartorial ancestry ,, it was no taught in school.. but I always remembered those profoundly misplaced words a Good Indian is a dead Indian.

However I wont beat round the bush I met the owners son as I had not seen the Red Indian statue outside th shop because of heavy rains ,,it was stored in the attic but somebody having read my online rant bought it for Rs 1200.

I am happy for the Red Indian see was saved the misery and my photography ,, so thereby ends a tale

she waited
she waited
she waited
the weather
the  heat
humidity
 she hated
she wanted
to pierce the
dagger into
her heart
she contemplated
in alien surroundings
to be or not to be
she confusedly
debated ..
wary of a poets
love interest she
was scared to be
baited ..ill fated
my god is red ..
she was frustrated
he was an indian too
but to her ancestry
he was not related
every time he touched
the thunder of her cheeks
she felt violated ..now
finally she has left the
bandra bazar road
antique shop finally
from vagaries of time
misery liberated
in some other planet
some other time ,,
rehabilitated

Qurbani .. My Street Stories Walk 7

My Street Stories ,, Walk 6

Street Walk 4A Nerjis Meets My Muse ,,

Street Walk Wall 3,,, Painted Walls

Painted Walls ,,

I have a great fascination for shooting wall art of graffiti ..
So one day a few years back I walked from Dadar Station shooting the murals ..and shot almost all the art painted by students ,,I shot till Mahim.
However all these images a lengthy series is on DVDs that I am now converting as slideshows but in BW and posting it as videos at my You Tube Channel.
I have over 1500 DVDs all my back up,,,since 2007 ,,
Though I have them all at my Flickr timeline I want to showcase my street photography ,,This series is known as Walls .
Incidentally being an incorrigible dumbfucked romantic I had fallen in love with a veiled woman on the wall . and each time I passed her I thought she too was crazy about me ,I poeticized her I even took my granddaughters to meet her and both Marziya and Nerjis shot me posing with her ..
This was one crazy love and it came to an end tragically when her face was defaced by a horrid wall ad and my love story went down the fucking drain.
But I have not given up shooting wall art ,,and the walls metaphorically speak to me ,,created by an Artist and they invoke search for love too ,,,like Anarkali at Waroda Road ,,when she gets tired of her filmy lover on the wall she calls me ..
parwaanaa jal rahaa hai magar jal rahaa hai kyon
ye raaz jaananaa hai to khud ko jalaake dekh
mujh se mat poochh mere ishq mein kyaa rakhaa hai