Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Behind a Failed Man Lies The Story of Another Mans Success

Shooting Clothesline ...Is a Poetic Expression of My Angst

Clothes define your character and when they hang on the line to dry they define the characteristics of your lifes social pattern....washing and drying the linen in public eye view narrates the drama of life..

And Like Balazac defined the people of a house by the exterior like Old Goriot in Human Comedie so also clothes hanging out to dry tell you a unique story too.

I was inspired to street photography by Charles Dickens he had a photographers vision and eye for detail be it Aunt Pegotty , Mr Micawber or the Fat Boy or my favourite Uriah Heep..

I try to find them on the streets I shoot , and this for me is street photography, my genre is documenting pain , shooting beggars , fakirs , possessed souls and hijras or eunuchs.

Polio Drops Shot By Marziya Shakir On the Canon EOS 7D With Vertical Grip


This was shot on Sunday the day I take my kids downstairs to shoot the markets Marziya Shakir 4 year old shoots while Nerjis Asif Shakir 9 month learns precariously hanging on my waist.

The Canon EOS 7 D has become heavier but Marziya Shakir manages to shoot pictures, and she is as stylish as I am while shooting pictures ..

She will try all kinds of stunts but mostly she sits on the ground to take the shots and lessen the weight of the camera.

The Polio Drops are given to the kids by the Health department of the Municipality.

Welcome To The Woman's World in India

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called
mother
sister
wife
besides
a vulnerable soul
a thick hide
beast of burden
tears on the soul
of a burning bride
the day she gave
birth in her mothers
womb her god died
angels wept
heavens cried
butalized
battered
sold in the cages
in dinghy brothels
mouth gagged
hands legs tied
a cavernous
despair
pleasure hides
on the stove
of mans passions
steamed fried
in the hands
of man
her spirit resides
time and tide
her slithery soul
destroyed
inside
outside
used abused
maligned
her copse
food for vultures
on the wayside

I wrote this street verse a few minutes back..I hate reading newspapers because her state is worse than my narrative ,,,

After Shooting Them For So Many Years I Decided To Become a Dam Madar Malang

Tears On The Soul of West Bengal

mamta ki chhaoon main
atyachar ki bhaon main
ek basti aur gaon main
ham toh sharminda hain
apni nighaon main

No Hijab In New Zealand

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