World of Tennis With Coach Surendra Pawar Bandra

A crazy man in a crazy dress no he is not and could never be a member of the press a blogger does not change his stripes or spots I must stress don't lick ass of no photo editor you have rightly guessed we shoot what others don't shoot urban chaotic mess sometimes in some places even the press card does not give you access dam madar beda par east is not west ...Matam marks on my head and chest I bleed curse yazid to Hussain and humanity my humility I attest ..the day I die will really be my birthday peacefully I will rest .
You my friends at Facebook your love your blessings has always been the best .. we are all hatchlings in a cosmic nest .Being fucked tagged. poked added to groups is the only thing I detest ...sometimes being a host is far better than being a guest.
Shot by Prashant Parab

Happy Birthday Dear Shatruji ,,

I have been associated with Shatruji since Phansi and Phansi ke bad..his wife Ms Punam Sinha has been my greatest supporter till date ..

10 December My Birthday Is A Sad Day For Me

Tomorrow I will be 63 but I have stopped celebrating my birthday completely this was the day my best childhood friend Ramesh Alva passed away ..he was a pillar of support in my young days ..when I was broke hungry I would walk from Strand Cinema I stayed at 3 Mohini Mansions till Madras Cafe next to Mercury Travels Rythm house and food was free thanks to Ramesh who loved me dearly ..we called him Anna and he was generous feeding the pavement dwellers feeding kids without charging a dime .
I have in my life never seen a person who could match the caliber humanity of Ramesh Alva my first South Indian friend he was crazy too sometimes he sensed our pain he would bring a Tiffin full of idlis dosas and hand it to my mom and my mom would tell me with tears in her eyes why did you tell him about our hard times and there were many unavoidable days ..my dad was going through a very bad period .I cried a lot at his funeral I cried like a wild man I had not just lost a friend a brother too and this is what my birthday means to me I used to once call his wife but I stopped I don't want to add to the pain she carries memories ..
And I remember Ramesh dropping his kids to school and Ramesh was like a child himself vulnerable soft within the giant of a body that stood out amongst all of us.
We had some great times and though I always thought Ramesh got of better and was very close to my other childhood friend Ramesh Mulchandani ..they were like peas in a pod ..and another friend close to both both Ramesh and me was Dennis Fernandes .
And as I write this on my mobile phone since the time Mr Danny Denzongpa got married his wife has never missed sending me a bouquet of flowers and sadly I could never do the same on Dannyjis birthday .
So these are some stray thoughts on 9 December and I shall now send a message to Mrs Poonam Sinha wishing her on behalf of Mr Shatrughan Sinha I have till date never forgotten to wish her and both Poonamji and I are connected through Shiva ...call it a cosmic connection .
And all these great people have helped me in life I could not be what I am today without them.
Happy Morning from Bandra .

For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and everyone who humbles himself will be exalted. Jesus Christ

The Street Photographer In A Maze Of Confusion And Chaos

street photography
is not about big bucks
glamour profit and loss
shooting the soul of
inhumanity deathly
gross garbage filth
beggars rolling
stones gathering
some moss ..no
i wont fucking shoot
what you shoot i
am my caméra's boss
as it is as it was moods
moments that cosmically
on the poetry of my vision
cut across ..deceptive
thoughts disillusions
gone for a toss ..off course
without sadness depth or
remorse ..no i wont ever
shoot candy floss ..

Street Photography Is A Mystical Science That Helps You Steal The Soul of Man

 I learnt photography very late in life ,,when I was younger I could not afford a camera ,,and when I could afford a camera I did buy one in Muscat , I was working at Muttrah,, my first Nikon EM in 1982 with lenses etc , but when I returned to Mumbai I was married with a kid and broke so I sold the EM ..I had used it very sparingly ,,

I did not catch the bug when I worked as a stylist cum model co ordinator at Mudra Communications ,,at Court House Dhobi Talao  ,, but I met the cream of photographers and spent the best time with Pablo Bartholomew but even at that time I had no interest in photography, I was busy styling the clothes of Mr Kabir Bedi for Vimal summer and winter campaign that was  to be shot by Pablo but he could not do it so it was assigned to Mr Suresh Seth.. and several years later in the late 90 s I renounced the bottle and finally took up photography ..so I have been shooting pictures since 1998 ,,, blogging since 2005 and ,,after dabbling in all kinds of photography I began to call myself a street photographer , a penniless street photographer , my photography has been a hobby with no commercial gain or profit ,, I am on Flickr the best photography  school since 2007 ,,

It was late Fred Miller on Flickr who told me I was a street photographer ..so all my religious shots processions etc all came under the ambit of street photography...I saw things as a street photographer ,, and I firmly believed you can only shoot what you were destined to shoot ,,

I shoot in color and I miss the analogue experience of film.. but I have no desire to move backwards ,, I prefer BW ,, I hate color ,, personally even my sartorial choice is pristine somber black.

Now to the Naga Sadhu I shot near the Bandra Jain Mandir ,, I have been shooting him since 2009.. he begs at Bandra Hill Road and backlanes of Bandra Bazar Road ,,all these years I have never asked him his name ,,he knows I am a mystic and when I told him my connection to my Naga Guru of Juna Akhara he gives me added respect .. and he was sad though we were both at the Nasik Kumbh Trimbakeshwar 2015 our paths did not cross ..

I give him money , he takes without making demands like the other Naga Sadhus ..who come to our area ,,and I have decided the next time I meet him I will shoot his video.. he is one of the most kindly Sadhus ,,and he knows I am a Muslim but he still treats me equally , .. and he also knows I am from a Sufi order of Malangs ,,and this is Mumbai where a persons religion does not come in the way of brotherhood and peace .

And I just spoke to my street photographer granddaughter Nerjis at her mothers hometown...and wondered if she will remember the lessons I taught her in Unlearning Photography  and  I am happy for once my grandchildren will never need to be part of regressive camera club culture at all.,,I gave them the Gift of the Third Eye Of Shiva that was once given to me by Late KG Maheshwari and late Prof BW Jatkar.. Black and White Jatkar.