In India An Actor Is More Important Than A Dead Child

Ramzan Mubarak Says the Holy Saint Of Ajmer

your victuals with the poor
you must share those
homeless downtrodden
living in remorse despair
its their broken hearts
broken dreams holistically
you must repair show them
that you care be human
be compassionate a few
moments with them you
must spare ,,blessed are
the poor the meek gods
only true heir ,..cosmically
on earth caught in a
worldly snare ..gasping
for hope .. fresh air

Khada Parsi -Manockjee Cursetjee

Manockjee Cursetjee (also Manakji Kharshedji Shroff)[1] (1808–1887)[2] was a Parsi businessman and judge from Bombay, remembered as a reformer and proponent of female education.

Cursetjee was the son of Cursetjee Manockjee Shroff,[3] and had an English education, under a Mr. Mackay at Joliffe's school, near St. Thomas's Church.[4] In the 1830s, he knew John Wilson, whom he met socially in 1829.[5] He obtained a government post in the Bombay Presidency, and became a member of the Royal Asiatic Society.[6][7] In 1843 he became a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society.[8]


Title page from an 1862 book by Manockjee Cursetjee, published by Emily Faithfull
Cursetjee was a noted Anglophile, and came into conflict with the local Parsi Panchayat. He began to criticise them, in the Bombay Times, in 1844–5.[3][9] He visited the United Kingdom three times. On one visit to London, he met Arthur Wellesley, 2nd Duke of Wellington, whose father Arthur Wellesley had been entertained by his own father in Bombay at a garden party.[5]

In 1859 Cursetjee started the first English school for Indian girls. Initially it was in his house, "Villa Byculla", with an English governess and his daughters as staff. The initiative gained the support of Kharshedji Nasarwanji Cama and John Elliot Drinkwater Bethune. In 1863, with a land grant and a donation from Cursetjee, the Alexandra Native Girls' English Institution set up in its own premises.[10]


At the 1865 Social Science Congress in Sheffield, Manockjee Cursetjee speaks on female education in India
In 1863, also, Cursetjee joined the Faculty of Law of Bombay University.[11] In 1866 he addressed the Social Science Congress in Sheffield, England, on education in India.[12]

Legacy[edit]
The school Cursetjee founded, the Alexandra Girls' English Institution named after Alexandra of Denmark (originally the Alexandra Native Girls' Institution),[13] still exists.[14]

Cursetjee set up a public monument, now known as the "Khada Parsi", to commemorate his father.[15] Its location is now between two flyovers in Byculla.[16]

Family[edit]
His second son Cursetjee Manockjee studied at Oxford University and Lincoln's Inn.[17] He was the first Indian to be admitted as an Oxford undergraduate.[18] Another son, Jehangir Manockjee Cursetjee, matriculated at Trinity College, Cambridge in 1867.[19]

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The Heritage of Bandra Town Market Destroyed By Bandra Municipality

These marble engraved reminders give you a glimpse of the History of Bandra Bazar Town Market , totally neglected , humiliated , no respect for the past or the heritage of Bandra ,.
Its really sad in front of these two marble reminders are vegetable stalls gunny sacks dirt and filth ,, nobody really cares , the residents old new are not bothered ,,
I hope Advocate Ashish Shelar takes note , for the Congress Corporator .. he hardly comes this end of Bandra ,

The Filthiest Dirtiest Ugliest Bandra Bazar Road Market

This is perhaps the dirtiest place in Bandra Bazar Road , and the fish market is held on pillars and will soon fall on those who come here to buy fish.. total neglect apathy ,, thanks to the Bandra Municipality , the ineptitude , and lack of vision and foresight .

I mean the local representatives barring one have lived here yet they too seem to be helpless , they are busy adding beauty to where their vote banks exist , the roads were repaired but in such a shoddy manner that it is an eyesore .

The residents really dont care , if there was some will within them this situation would have never been there in the first place ..the youth of this area .. they are listless most were lackeys of the decimated Congress Party ,,,and none of the political parties not even the erstwhile BJP that gave a death blow in both the elections really care. ..

But I know the day Prime Ministe Modiji comes to visit BJP Mumbai President Advocate Ashish Shelar this place will transform into another chapter from Swach Bharat ..I can say this with moral conviction..or I will eat my words , the BJP Bhakts , volunteers even the residents will leave no stone un turned to welcome our dynamic Prime Minister .

In the meantime we suffer , with the open drains garbage dumps and chicken trucks ,that have no mercy for the residents living here ..

No ladies toilets and sadly this area was a total Congress fortress and the Congress party did nothing 15 years they vilified the ethos of this beautiful East Indian Gaothan.

Sadly those who are elected from this area hardly love this part of Bandra ,,,I came to Bandra Bazar 25 years back but I love Bandra it has given me peace hope humanity ,, so when I see Bazar Road going to the dogs it hit me hard ,, as a photographer as a poet and as senior citizen..

The Jains

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Should I Politicize The Pain Of A Poor North Indian Bhaiyya

He sells coriander leaves , hara dhaniya at the Bandra Bazar and hardly talks to anyone , he is a disheartened man a very lonely man..when it rains heavily he covers himself with his umbrella.

I have been observing him for several years without stalking him ,once he has sold all his stuff , he comes to De Monte Street and has his frugal meal and goes to sleep outside a shop with downed shutters ,, I have shot him in this position too.

I feel sad for him , thousands of miles away from his hometown in Uttar Pradesh he came to Bandra to chase his dreams ..he is not very friendly , hates making conversation so I have only few words relationship with him I buy the coriander from him for my Java sparrows ...

Does he miss his family or have the abandoned him ..and when I saw him sitting like this I could not resist taking this pensive shot ,, a shot that tells so much of his lifes struggle , his penury , he is not doing well in life but I think he has firmly decided he will not beg..

When Hon Akhilesh Yadav invites  all the Bollywood Bigwigs for his glamour and glitzy show in Saifai .. will he ever have time to think of the people of his State enslaved in Mumbai.. doing menial jobs ,,jobs that the Marathi Manoos will never do.. the Marathi Manoos with due respect wants to be in the Police Income Tax  Sale Tax ..so the void is being filled by the North Indian migrant , he is the wheels  that moves Mumbai.

His contribution to the growth progress of Mumbai as a commercial hub  cannot be ignored .. his services in every domestic field a necessity ..

Many of these Migrants colloquially sometimes even derogatorily are called Bhaiyyas ,, they are spread out as laudry men , washing clothes , ironing clothes , vegetable sellers  , bhangarwalas ,you will find a lot of them in MTNL once they were linesmen now they dabble with Internet wires ..at street corners ..

They sell fish that they buy from Bhaucha Dhakka , operate on a mobile phone , they sell newspapers , once Parsi Dairy farm had Bhaiyyas in their blue shirts working out from their office at Marine Lines ,,

Tailors , embroidery workers , carpenters , fruitsellers , are mostly from UP and the hordes of beggars that come from North India trying their luck out in the streets of Mumbai.

The Government of Uttar Pradesh has never done anything for  the people of their State working as migrants in a heartless city like Mumbai  ,, happy to have got rid of them..

Than I say a silent prayer for my Dad Mohomed Shakir who ran away from Lucknow at the age of 15 .. living in the slums of Kurla he gave us a Hope .. he made sure we would never have to return to Lucknow ,, He made us Pucca Mumbaikars and he so loved Mumbai that he is buried besides my mother in the beloved soil of Mumbai ..at Rehmatabad Shia cemetery Mazgaon.

''गर्व आहे मला, मी मराठी असल्याचा''.. yes this soil this air we breathe made us Mee Marathi too.