Coach Surendra Pawar s world of Tennis

Come Lets Play Tennis ,,, MET Grounds Bandra Reclamation

If you guys are staying close to Bandra I highly recommend Coach Surendra Pawars Tennis classes ,, never in my life could I ever imagine I would play tennis .. I thought with blinkers most of the time I thought tennis was for rich people and I walked 6 km round the tennis courts watching guys working out .and than one day I met Coach Surendra Pawar and he invited me in to try out a few shots I am 63 I tried and I have a permanently damaged right hand shaped like a serpents hood ,, I am unable to close my fist completely so forehand is still a big problem .. and I have completed 4 months of tennis ,,I walk less now play tennis for 45 minutes every day except Sunday ..
I have made some great friends , I get a lot of encouragement and respect my dear friend Fabian Namory joined the classes too though he is a member of Bandra Gym and Fabian plays marvelous tennis ,, but the person to watch is this young prodigy Diyanash Chedda .. he is pro he plays tennis nit missing a single ball among adults ,,
I was for many years a couch potato .. I was glued to my computer screen but than in Feb this year I decided to get off my ass and I did ,,,
I did it solely because of my blood sugar and diabetes but it has helped I have regained my stamina ,, though I am not very good at tennis like the others around me but I wont give up.. my sweet sister Farzana Suri gifted me a racket .. that is a great help... Coach Surendra Pawar supplies the racket and his monthly fees are very reasonable ,, I dont think any club teaches tennis at his rates .. but he is doing it for the love of tennis , he has taught Amir Khan and many Bollywood stars directors producers but he is low profile .. very courteous patient and dedicated this humble Marathi Manoos ..
My grandkids love him...they have not gone to the courts since a long time .
His instructors are super kids , highly motivated leading from the front encouraging you all the time ...
So this is a post to my friends here on Facebook.. do give it a try.. you can DM me for his number ,, come lets kick a storm play tennis instead of breaking our balls on Beef Ban and hitting each other for being a Muslim Hindu Congi Bhakt ..
I recommend Tennis ,,, Twitter trolls should play tennis it improves the reflexes ,,, lol
Happy Morning

Pitru Paksha 2015 Banganga

Pitru Paksha Banganga 2015

Posted at Facebook

I have decided to unfriend people that love to post stuff that divides two communities ,, simply because I think differently I also dont add people and delete almost all requests from Jamatis Tablikis simply as to not hurt them with my Shia origins my rituals ,, I am not here to change you to my beliefs and honestly I have removed a large number of people from my feeds I type with one finger I dont LIKE posts ,, and I cant comment on your pictures that in your eyes and the beholders eyes are beautiful.. if you only love shooting snapshots ,, tagging me to your Congress posts does not make me love Congress I dont ,, I respect Modiji as my PM .I hope he brings in the changes he has promised but I will still vote for BJP instead of Congress and their cronies ,, I have not forgotten and will never forget the Mumbai 93 riots and I fully blame the Congress in power they were worse than emasculated eunuchs ,,

I am not into politics or your social service programs please dont tag me at all dont even tag me even if you are a Shia keep your beliefs to yourself.. .I dont need your post to strengthen my belief .. I bleed enough for it ,,

You want to bash any community with your bias I will block and unfriend you period ...
Add me if you love photography and joinng hearts of people as Indians ,

My Tryst With Street Barbers Is Cosmically Attached To Their Being

There are a lot of friends who always grumble there is nothing to shoot in Mumbai .. and than it depends on what you want to shoot ..I mean there is more to Mumbai than Mahalaxmi Dhobhi Ghats or the over stated Dharavi slums ,,

Luckily in my case I decided to shoot communities , religion culture rituals hijras and beggars garbage in my backyard.. now I create videos more than a single frame ,,

I can go on shooting Dabbawalas , I know most of them in Bandra , the moment they see me they stop their cycle and start chatting with me ,, more than shooting them I created a human bond with their work and their existence.


I once shot the whippers that beg whipping their bodies , I sometimes take their whip and lash myself too.. so I created a bond of humble humanity with them.

I shoot barbers is an understatement ,, I prolifically shot barbers,

The hijra community I dont shoot as aggressively or insanely as I did in my early years but I do shoot them on video..I give them a lot of respect and they respect me too.


I stopped stalking them but instead they stalk me on the roads in the trains I cant escape them at all.. if I dont have a camera I shoot them on my mobile phone.

Photography is seasonal depending on the feasts .. the next big one is Chehlum 40 days of the Martyrdom of Imam Hussain and I am waiting for my wife to return from Karbala in a few days than decide where to go ,,,maybe to Delhi where my daughter stays nothing is final it happens cosmically ,,

I shoot a garbage video almost every day close to where I stay at Bandra Bazar Road ,,and the Municipality with all the phoren trips that their members take still dont know a shit about garbage management , the only time garbage in my area will disappear when our PM ji Modiji pays a visit to Advocate Ashish Shelars house ..also at Bandra Bazar Road ,,all the BJP volunteers will see that not a single speck of dust meets our PMs hawk eyes ,,,

And here in Bandra where I stay I am sure that the Congress Party will find it very difficult to win the Civic Municipal elections ,, for 15 years they did nothing and the garbage has come home to roost .. I have been shooting Garbage for over 15 years now at Bandra Bezar Bizarre Road.


So these are stray thoughts on photography , people  and street photography...my grandkids too think they have shot so much of shit in Bandra that they have lost their enthusiasm and passion for photography ,, but they look forward to the photographers that visit my house ,,,impressing them with their camera shots rather than poetry or any other subject.


They have not got over Manuela Nesci who was at our house a few months back..

A Barbers Tale

Once a client who was a good friend and from a well off traditionally cultured family , took me into confidence he was very disturbed , he had one son , he wanted his son to get into his business expand it ,, but the truant son had other plans he was hell bent on learning hairdressing ,, which in terms of my friends family meant hajam barbers down the lowest order and social stigma .

I told my client to allow his son to do what he wants to do provided he continues with his higher studies too, his son called me and thanked me ,. and was going to be apprenticed to a  celebrity salon stylist ,,

After that I lost touch with the family ..and for many years my childhood friend Corrie Walia worked on my hair , he never took a dime and did some of the weirdest designs that had my mom freaking up the wall.

So perhaps all this adds up to my fascination of shooting barbers , I cant resist shooting street barbers , their simplicity , humility and their softness of tone ,,unlike some social barbers who go on chatting gossiping and dropping names of Bollywood actors ,

The street barber is an enigma ,,and there are times I have seen him sitting under a tree dejected no client no work.. and I felt sad form him and these selfless souls dont take charity.,.


Near my house a salon guy kept young boys and I called this young genius of a kid Biloo Badshah he was 11 year old and a master at shaves and haircuts including the best tel malish,,
He left the salon never came back to Bandra Bazar Road,

I shot him prolifically all his pictures in my barberism set ,, and there was another barber very good , he worked at Rolex a lot of people got their hair cut styled by him , but than he took to heavy drinking and last I saw him begging on the road ,, he later died unsung..