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It’s a genetic aberration
DNA oriented a hate filled
Sense of insecurity that
Indians hate Indians
Don’t ask me why
My words bombast
Says a photographer Panditji on the sly
Hidden behind a smoke screen
Of cybernetic hate little podgy
Hands reaching the sky
He could not find his dictionary
Hard he did try
Threatened from Day one
Of my arrival a tsunami
A breezing blogger
This confused Muslim Indian guy
Bitter Photography Forum
Men turned Women they cry
Yes I unsubscribed
Bad Rubbish Good Bye
Racism exists in our backyard too
This bitter truth can’t deny
Photographers selling their mothers
Money is more important
Whatever trade you ply
Juvenile jujubes with diapers
Milking the system of a Cow
Udders gone dry
God save you brother
Pictorial prejudice
Inferiority of spirit
Waspish woes
Indians hate Indians
From the frying pan
Into the fire your
Soul they will fry
If they sense you are
More talented than them
Collectively bottled crabs
Will stab you by and by
firoze shakir
Monday, October 8, 2007
Happy Columbus Day Mr Trade Martin..
Happy Columbus Day Mr Trade Martin..
Allen James Saywell was born as trash
in a recycle bin
his mother a serpentine whore
his father double headed Moroccan Djinn
he was born cicumsized the midwife
ate up his pinkish foreskin
before you say columbus
he the rajah of multi colored hate
to this forum will just breeze in..
a pen drive of uploaded original sin
faaaaaaark me as a 78 rpm record on a spin
HUBCAP SHITHEAD
Allen James Saywell was born as trash
in a recycle bin
his mother a serpentine whore
his father double headed Moroccan Djinn
he was born cicumsized the midwife
ate up his pinkish foreskin
before you say columbus
he the rajah of multi colored hate
to this forum will just breeze in..
a pen drive of uploaded original sin
faaaaaaark me as a 78 rpm record on a spin
HUBCAP SHITHEAD
Forum of Disillusionment
posted at better photography forum
Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 11:23 am
I was seduced by the Photo Blog in August 2005.
I joined PhotoBlogs.Org
I joined Bloggerspot
I joined Fotothing
I joined Buzznet
But before all this I think I joined Fan art Review .
This is a site for those photographers who shoot great pictures, want them to be appraised, and also showcased for Sale.
I had just left analogue photography and salon participation , and this was almost an online extension.I became an ordinary member , reviewed other people photographs, but could not post my own, as a upgrade was required of US$2.80.
I was not interested and I dont sell pictures, my pictures are of human bondage and pain, blood, religiosity.
I give it free..
So check out this site.I knew an India Painter whose work is here on Fan Art Review Gajanan..
The pictures I reviewd at Fan Art are a learning experience, and even as an ordinary member you atleast see amateurs as digital craftsman.And this is Knowledge that you store and will never end in recession..I have not gone there for almmost 8 months..
www.fanartreview.com/index.jsp
www.fanartreview.com/index1.jsp
free membership
www.fanartreview.com/formregister.jsp
Fotothing I stopped posting because they deleted my Moharam pictures but is a good site to display your pictures .
www.fotothing.com/
I will continue giving you all tips if you have any query dont hesitate to ask me, all this is without any ulterior motive ..but you have safe passage unlike me.
Buzznet is the best social net working photographer site..no pangas about what you post, your best pictures if liked by everyone there is a poll are featured on the main page of the site.. great good friends I have there..fantastic photographers..Its very easy to become a member Free..whatever recognition on Google Search as a Photo Blogger is because of Buzznet..this site made me a writer and a poet too besides being a street photographer.And dont fall in love online must of the women are guys who love playing doubles, will drive you to the loony bin..its happened to me beware..
www.buzznet.com
www.photoblogs.org/
Firoze Shakir
Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 11:23 am
I was seduced by the Photo Blog in August 2005.
I joined PhotoBlogs.Org
I joined Bloggerspot
I joined Fotothing
I joined Buzznet
But before all this I think I joined Fan art Review .
This is a site for those photographers who shoot great pictures, want them to be appraised, and also showcased for Sale.
I had just left analogue photography and salon participation , and this was almost an online extension.I became an ordinary member , reviewed other people photographs, but could not post my own, as a upgrade was required of US$2.80.
I was not interested and I dont sell pictures, my pictures are of human bondage and pain, blood, religiosity.
I give it free..
So check out this site.I knew an India Painter whose work is here on Fan Art Review Gajanan..
The pictures I reviewd at Fan Art are a learning experience, and even as an ordinary member you atleast see amateurs as digital craftsman.And this is Knowledge that you store and will never end in recession..I have not gone there for almmost 8 months..
www.fanartreview.com/index.jsp
www.fanartreview.com/index1.jsp
free membership
www.fanartreview.com/formregister.jsp
Fotothing I stopped posting because they deleted my Moharam pictures but is a good site to display your pictures .
www.fotothing.com/
I will continue giving you all tips if you have any query dont hesitate to ask me, all this is without any ulterior motive ..but you have safe passage unlike me.
Buzznet is the best social net working photographer site..no pangas about what you post, your best pictures if liked by everyone there is a poll are featured on the main page of the site.. great good friends I have there..fantastic photographers..Its very easy to become a member Free..whatever recognition on Google Search as a Photo Blogger is because of Buzznet..this site made me a writer and a poet too besides being a street photographer.And dont fall in love online must of the women are guys who love playing doubles, will drive you to the loony bin..its happened to me beware..
www.buzznet.com
www.photoblogs.org/
Firoze Shakir
Bitter Photography
Posted at Better Photography Forum Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 10:26 am
When a child is born he is totally vulnerable , at the mercy of his parents who nurture him, make him aware of his social environment , teach him to take his first step, toilet training and other forms of behavioral etiquette .Later as he grows goes to school, you all know that.
Now to photography, the enthusiasm of newbie framez, his cry for Help on the forum, he knows none of us we respond, taking cue from Gopal, my own inputs.
None of us unless our fathers are photographers really know the depth and range of a passion called Photography .Each of us expect a certain pecuniary benefit from photography, this is the Indian school of a selfish thought, of getting something out of nothing.,. Why cant we just attain knowledge at the feet of the Goddess of Photography .Yes I know we all are under financial constrains , and photography is not a poor mans hobby..at PSI Mumbai the older lot of washed out photographers hate my talks or views, you can write a poetry on an empty stomach but you need money to buy a roll, develop it
photography demands money, and once you hone your skills it showers you with money.
Atul Kasbekar and I am not just dropping names, listen to his talks , he talks sense this illumine of Brookes Institute of Photography, there was a time he detested the 35mm format it was medium format for him, and than came the digital boom and he switched over to Canon Mach II .
I never miss his talks that he gives as a Canon Pro, we don’t need to be swallowed up in the footsteps of old masters we have to learn to create our own.
Atul is more than photography his sheer knowledge, his anecdotes, yes he is a Master and he defied the system and pushed his way up with sheer grit and determination..
I went to another Canon lecture just to listen to Prabhudas Gupta he used to shoot B/W and process and blow them himself till he saw the work of Pallon Daruwalla digital stuff and he switched from a wet lab to a dry one on the computer. He said if he put his manual print by the side of his digital you will never know the difference..
Today there are lot of us eager to learn but Masters are in short supply. Masters are a dying race, we don’t respect them when they are alive and on 19th August Photography Day we remember them, is one big joke.
The Mitter Bedis, Bhardwaj, Phanibandas, Unwallas, Sam Tata all forgotten..the living ones well the celebrity ones are unavailable.
I am not a magazine writer now you know what I mean by a Blogger words flow in the direction of an ocean called human consciousness
.My first Guru Shreekanth Malushte teaches at Vivekananda Classes Dadar , I joined his Rapid one week course. The ABC Basics whatever you call it, I knew nothing, I hate classroom stuff and writing notes, I am a field man, but I strove ,picked up knowledge. It was his trip to National Park with Venay Paralkar his brilliant student and now Mumbais finest, who gave us tips, and this is shooting with a B /W roll in the camera..
I was given a certificate, and Mr Malushte made me join PSI Mumbai Photographic Society of India as a regular member. He taught me to shoot Bullock Cart Races at Alibagh Murud and the art of Panning.
Here at PSI I met Professor BW Jatkar a man with a baritone voice who was a faculty at JJ School of Arts and when I met him President of PSI Mumbai
They all took to me not because I could shoot well but because I dressed well exotic, filmy, rings on my hands, turbans.,silver sticks the works.
I don’t think I will ever get a more colorful or photogenic model than me, those days I dressed three times in a day. This was attitude unbound.
Mr Jatakar took me to shoot Seagulls off Mumbai coast lying stretched on my back with the sun filtering through wings I shot Seagulls , he taught me portraiture, he introduced me to Mr KG Maheshwari , I touched his feet the rest his history.
So a good environment of a photography Club, outings, competitions within the Club, are healthy attributes. We three Jatkar Saab Maheshwariji were a Troika , they made me join
AIPC Delhi, and FIP Kolkatta , I began under them my steward ship as a Salon Exhibitor, we missed none we took home Acceptances Merits and Awards National International. But the high was not the Awards but my pictures went in the same package with these stalwarts,, their heart beat and mine in resonance.
So back to my premise, don’t search to hard for a Guru he will search you out..
There is no Gyan without a Guru..
This is my first heart rendering that after posting at the Forum becomes my latest Blog Post at Flickr, Word Press Bloggerspot..
Normally my Intros at the Forum are not recorded anywhere else..
So coming to the Forum to sell my cameras because of a sudden cash crunch I became a part of all you in body and soul.
Now don’t ever ask me is Photoblogging better than Print Media..?
I am far too opinionated to answer in the favor of Main Stream Media..
And photobloggers don’t need to kiss editorial you know what.
We give, we are paid through the kindness of a comment by the person who reads us from his heart and not through his wallet.
Take Care
Firoze Shakir
When a child is born he is totally vulnerable , at the mercy of his parents who nurture him, make him aware of his social environment , teach him to take his first step, toilet training and other forms of behavioral etiquette .Later as he grows goes to school, you all know that.
Now to photography, the enthusiasm of newbie framez, his cry for Help on the forum, he knows none of us we respond, taking cue from Gopal, my own inputs.
None of us unless our fathers are photographers really know the depth and range of a passion called Photography .Each of us expect a certain pecuniary benefit from photography, this is the Indian school of a selfish thought, of getting something out of nothing.,. Why cant we just attain knowledge at the feet of the Goddess of Photography .Yes I know we all are under financial constrains , and photography is not a poor mans hobby..at PSI Mumbai the older lot of washed out photographers hate my talks or views, you can write a poetry on an empty stomach but you need money to buy a roll, develop it
photography demands money, and once you hone your skills it showers you with money.
Atul Kasbekar and I am not just dropping names, listen to his talks , he talks sense this illumine of Brookes Institute of Photography, there was a time he detested the 35mm format it was medium format for him, and than came the digital boom and he switched over to Canon Mach II .
I never miss his talks that he gives as a Canon Pro, we don’t need to be swallowed up in the footsteps of old masters we have to learn to create our own.
Atul is more than photography his sheer knowledge, his anecdotes, yes he is a Master and he defied the system and pushed his way up with sheer grit and determination..
I went to another Canon lecture just to listen to Prabhudas Gupta he used to shoot B/W and process and blow them himself till he saw the work of Pallon Daruwalla digital stuff and he switched from a wet lab to a dry one on the computer. He said if he put his manual print by the side of his digital you will never know the difference..
Today there are lot of us eager to learn but Masters are in short supply. Masters are a dying race, we don’t respect them when they are alive and on 19th August Photography Day we remember them, is one big joke.
The Mitter Bedis, Bhardwaj, Phanibandas, Unwallas, Sam Tata all forgotten..the living ones well the celebrity ones are unavailable.
I am not a magazine writer now you know what I mean by a Blogger words flow in the direction of an ocean called human consciousness
.My first Guru Shreekanth Malushte teaches at Vivekananda Classes Dadar , I joined his Rapid one week course. The ABC Basics whatever you call it, I knew nothing, I hate classroom stuff and writing notes, I am a field man, but I strove ,picked up knowledge. It was his trip to National Park with Venay Paralkar his brilliant student and now Mumbais finest, who gave us tips, and this is shooting with a B /W roll in the camera..
I was given a certificate, and Mr Malushte made me join PSI Mumbai Photographic Society of India as a regular member. He taught me to shoot Bullock Cart Races at Alibagh Murud and the art of Panning.
Here at PSI I met Professor BW Jatkar a man with a baritone voice who was a faculty at JJ School of Arts and when I met him President of PSI Mumbai
They all took to me not because I could shoot well but because I dressed well exotic, filmy, rings on my hands, turbans.,silver sticks the works.
I don’t think I will ever get a more colorful or photogenic model than me, those days I dressed three times in a day. This was attitude unbound.
Mr Jatakar took me to shoot Seagulls off Mumbai coast lying stretched on my back with the sun filtering through wings I shot Seagulls , he taught me portraiture, he introduced me to Mr KG Maheshwari , I touched his feet the rest his history.
So a good environment of a photography Club, outings, competitions within the Club, are healthy attributes. We three Jatkar Saab Maheshwariji were a Troika , they made me join
AIPC Delhi, and FIP Kolkatta , I began under them my steward ship as a Salon Exhibitor, we missed none we took home Acceptances Merits and Awards National International. But the high was not the Awards but my pictures went in the same package with these stalwarts,, their heart beat and mine in resonance.
So back to my premise, don’t search to hard for a Guru he will search you out..
There is no Gyan without a Guru..
This is my first heart rendering that after posting at the Forum becomes my latest Blog Post at Flickr, Word Press Bloggerspot..
Normally my Intros at the Forum are not recorded anywhere else..
So coming to the Forum to sell my cameras because of a sudden cash crunch I became a part of all you in body and soul.
Now don’t ever ask me is Photoblogging better than Print Media..?
I am far too opinionated to answer in the favor of Main Stream Media..
And photobloggers don’t need to kiss editorial you know what.
We give, we are paid through the kindness of a comment by the person who reads us from his heart and not through his wallet.
Take Care
Firoze Shakir
C words
Cybernetic love
c words
a technorati tag along
cadaverously cosmic
cantankerously capricious
cataclysmic cataleptic
catalytic catastrophic
catatonic caucasoid cockeyed
combative combustible
concentric consequentially
corkscrewed claustrophobic
culpability conclude
to tai chi italy,
c words
a technorati tag along
cadaverously cosmic
cantankerously capricious
cataclysmic cataleptic
catalytic catastrophic
catatonic caucasoid cockeyed
combative combustible
concentric consequentially
corkscrewed claustrophobic
culpability conclude
to tai chi italy,
I am a Broken Hearted Blog
her figure of speech
an hour glass
her body a wine glass
her thoughts through
my minds spyglass
hoveringly harrowingly pass
a mumbaikar walking barefeet
american land mass
yes i do through
enemy country
of a marital impasse
poetically tresspas
beyond web borders
beyond online osmosis
my love for her
cybernetically surpass
picture shot by shabir the gemstone man, bhendi bazar
an hour glass
her body a wine glass
her thoughts through
my minds spyglass
hoveringly harrowingly pass
a mumbaikar walking barefeet
american land mass
yes i do through
enemy country
of a marital impasse
poetically tresspas
beyond web borders
beyond online osmosis
my love for her
cybernetically surpass
picture shot by shabir the gemstone man, bhendi bazar
synesthesia synthesized
Synesthesia means I paste words
Anesthesia to my untasted words
Amenesia to my finger fucked words
Unclicked poetry forming buzzwords
her weblocked window sill food for birds
birds of bloggers cybernetic nerds
find their way here from flickerd blizzards
Australian seagulls some sea birds
clambering to her like clikckety click herds
searching for lost sheep these blog shepherds
some tangible frangible twisted turds
some milked, some whey laid buttery curds
some sore throated singing in silence song words
buzznets magical land of jailbirds
claws on her soul of Indian leopards
squarely spotted multicolored
falling in love almost backwards..
shia thug hidden in word press cupboards
user name changing passwords
1000 unclicked poems to her
from this wizard…stealing thoughts
from her orchards
blog goddess a living tail
of this lizard.
Anesthesia to my untasted words
Amenesia to my finger fucked words
Unclicked poetry forming buzzwords
her weblocked window sill food for birds
birds of bloggers cybernetic nerds
find their way here from flickerd blizzards
Australian seagulls some sea birds
clambering to her like clikckety click herds
searching for lost sheep these blog shepherds
some tangible frangible twisted turds
some milked, some whey laid buttery curds
some sore throated singing in silence song words
buzznets magical land of jailbirds
claws on her soul of Indian leopards
squarely spotted multicolored
falling in love almost backwards..
shia thug hidden in word press cupboards
user name changing passwords
1000 unclicked poems to her
from this wizard…stealing thoughts
from her orchards
blog goddess a living tail
of this lizard.
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