The Poor Mans Cuisine

The Poor Mans Cuisine, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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green hot chillies
is the poor mans meal
cooked on a kerosene
stove no big deal
he cant afford
asparagus
avocados
the rich mans meal
the long winding
line for kerosene
burning sorrow
burning feet
his life
like a slithering
eel
the pain of living
as prices sky rocket
now you know
how he feels
his pain reveal
governments come
make a quick buck
go his pain
wont heal
a system
that sucks
his soul
it steals
in a grinding
pain round
round he goes
round a karmic
wheel made
of plastic
not of steel
the only time
he is respected
when
they come with
folded hands
for his vote
his fucked fate
is sealed
another 5 years
another spiked heel
on his trampled
sorrow another
fucked deal

Not Through Shooting Pictures But Shooting With The Soul a Street Photographer is Born

Not Through Shooting Pictures But Shooting With The Soul a Street Photographer is Born, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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Marziya Shakir street photographer who shoots eternity without a camera .

Age 2 and a Half Year Old

The Silhouette Of A Hijab

The Silhouette Of A Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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on the soul of humanity
you cannot escape
a garment of modesty
you cannot ape
it hides all
but reveals
the spiritual
sanctity
of a muslim woman
in a hooded cape
the life of the woman
it shapes
made of cotton
made of crepe
has you confused
has you agape
the silhouette
of the hijab
beauty
of a culture
tradition
values
within a drape

The Wall Of My Woes

The Wall Of My Woes, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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for the first time
in my poets life
I am bogged
from all sides
blow after blow
my pain
I hide
living life
is suicide
dying
every morning
every night
waking up
with a fuzzy feeling
of fruitlessness
my time I bide
within the kernel
of my pain
with my
inner self
I collide
sometimes up
sometimes
down the drain
I slide
I am all locked
up from within
outside
a click
of a mouse
some solace
provide
a saint
a devil
in my hell
reside
a toss of a coin
the outcome
I cant
decide
I lose
both ways
my fucked fate
pushed aside
living but also
dead side by side
says the page
of my pathos
server
cannot
be found
accessed
denied
a talkative poem
now tongue tied

The Jain Muni

The Jain Muni, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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barefeet
he walks
mouth covered
he rarely talks
silence
the soul
of spirituality
braving
storms
heat humidity
pain hardship
melting
the soul of rocks
the jain muni
apostle of peace
brotherhood
humanity
the soul
of my camera
stalks

I am human beneath my skin so I seek humanity out and I have always been spiritually fascinated by the Jain Muni and the Sadhvi , only they will never know I shoot them and add to their piety and sanctity.


And most of these Munis and Sadhvis are visitors who come to meet the Acharyaji at Jain Mandir temple at Bandra .

This is my tribute to their faith and their compassion to all living beings.

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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She is smiling at me and if I don't elaborate here the essence of this smile would be misinterpreted and hit me as a father and as a grand father .


I was bringing Marziya from school and she walks 15 minute distance from school to home , because like me she loves the streets and as she knows most of the people via the Bazar path we take.

I will try to put her in a rick but she will insist on walking with her bag on her shoulder and her smile in place..

When we approached Kalidas provision store she gave me a tug , I saw this lady with her crippled son on a wheel chair begging the streets.

Marziya immediately took some money and gave it to the beggar boy.

So the mothers smile her love for Marziya shows through the slits of her hijab that serves as eyes..


Motherhood is such a powerful source of love a reservoir of kindness within the silhouette of the Hijab.

This is street photography capturing light and shade , within the soul of Motherhood.

This is the power of the Hijab
a garment of modesty , she wears
her pain her joys her kindness
on receiving alms
from a two year old child
with a smile she shares
holistic healing power of
motherhood she bares
she does not complain
curse her bad fate
a broken down wheel
time will repair
caught in a vicious
poverty's snare
a mother a cripple son
both a unique pair


And this year for the first time I did not go to shoot the Wiladate E Imame Zamana celebrations at the Gateway Pier , my wife and family went I stayed behind, I gave myself a break I have already re posted much of it from old posts into my current photo stream at Flickr and Facebook.

Farewell Ravi Baswani

Farewell Ravi Baswani, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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photo courtesy in dot com through Google images

Ravi Baswani was as blunt as a razor sharp wit , he had no time to spare with frivolities , he called a spade a spade , a Bollyood veteran he did not lick ass as simple as that.

He was highly respected and I in my humble capacity knew him once upon a time as I worked for Mr Nitin Manmohan's fashion store Prachins and Ravi was very close to Nitinji those days when Neha Arts Nitinjis banner was going great guns.

Ravi had bought Nitinji very close to theater actors and this was the way he was trying to introduce talent towards films and he was a boon to most of the strugglers searching for a stepping stone to films and Bollywood.


As Ravis house was close to Prachins at Seven Bungalows he spent time with us keeping us in laughter with anecdotes and his rare sense of joviality.

I spent a lot of time with him those days but after that ever since I left Nitinji and branched on my own , Ravi and I never met.

I tried to get in touch with him but it was in vain.

He died of a massive heart attack on 27July 2010 at Haldwani Uttranchal ,He was 64.
The Industry has lost a stalwart I pay my condolence to his family his film fraternity..

May his soul RIP.

Wikipedia

Ravi Baswani (September 29, 1946 - July 27, 2010) was a well known Indian actor. He was well known for his comic skills and underplaying a character in the true sense. He started his career in 1981 with Chashme Buddoor and did many successful films as a comedian and/or as a character artist. He also appeared very many times on Indian televsion. One of his major hits was the cult comedy Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro for which he won Filmfare Best Comedian Award in 1984. Baswani died following a massive heart attack on July 27, 2010.[1]


Filmography

Monsoon (2006) .... Baba

Anthony Kaun Hai? (2006) .... Dr. Lashwani

Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota: What If...? (2006) (as Ravi Vaswani) .... Papaji

The Film (2005) .... Film-maker Kanti Gulati

Bunty Aur Babli (2005) .... B.B.'s first victim

Lucky: No Time for Love (2005) .... Mr. Negi

It Could Be You (2005) .... Dhillon Sr

Pyaar Tune Kya Kiya... (2001) .... Vispy - Jai's boss

Chal Mere Bhai (2000) (as Ravi Vaswani) .... Waitor

Jab Pyaar Kisise Hota Hai (1998) .... Orphanage manager

Chhota Chetan (1998) .... Raja

Ghar Bazar (1998) (uncredited) .... Movie actor

Return of Jewel Thief (1996) .... Trikal Trivedi

Laadla (1994) (as Ravi Vaswani)

Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa (1993) .... Albert Sullivan

Raunaq (1993) .... Ravi

Jaan Tere Naam (1992) .... Hotel employee

Zevar (1987) .... Sundeep

Peechha Karro (1986) .... Hari Harihara

Ghar Sansar (1986) .... Banwari

Love 86 (1986) .... Havaldar Pandu

Main Balwan (1986)

Ab Ayega Mazaa (1984) .... Suresh'Sidey'

Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro (1983) .... Sudhir Mishra

Dhat Tere... Ki (1983) .... Madhukar Sharma (Maddy)

Chashme Buddoor (1981) (as Ravi Vaswani) .... Jai Lakhanpal