I complete a walk of 21 Km in 7 hours from Bandra To Juhu To Versova ..back to Juhu Beach Danda and Khar ..

I left my house at 5.30 am walked from Bandra Bazar to Linking Road Santa Cruz ,, from Santa Cruz I entered Juhu beach from the Wasaba end was shocked to see the Kali Temple on the beach here that I had shot during Visarjan has been completely destroyed ,, I walked till the end of Juhu met my friend Raju Thapar walked beyond Mora fishing village ,,I crossed the creek that separates Versova from Juhu ,, reached the other end through ankle deep waters .. shot the methi farms and Versova beach is nothing but a open air toilet I shot videos too,, I reached the Beach Classic end ,,,walked out of this horrendous beach that has a huge mass of illegal structures next to the Versova slums also on the beach..

I asked somebody to shoot me near my dear friend Aalim Hakim s salon at Versova and walked from here till Lokhandwala Circle I again returned to Juhu Beach through Ruia Road Godrej Bunglow ,

I shot some more videos ,, I was not tired I had eaten on this long walk two packets of Monaco biscuits 2 apples and drunk 3 small bottles of water ..from here I walked back till Danda crossed the bridge that connects Juhu to Danda ,,.. I pushed myself from Danda and reached Ambedkar Road Khar I was tired now my legs were hurting badly ,, from here I took a riickshah back home ,, I had burnt over 1300 calories,,,,

Yacht Restaurant Was The Boozers Noahs Ark .

Inside in a dungeon of sorrow
Drinking away the pain the poet
Caught in his misery woefully stark
Among his fellow drinkers bilious
In a deserted park ..puffy faces bloodshot eyes hollow cheeks that the angel of Death had marked cheap smell of Charms ..a guy smoked a reefer ....spectral light
Entered the crevices shadow play
In the dark....The empty chakna plate ...of the Municipal clerk ..
In another corner whirling away his time Bruno giving Lester a holistic talk...his crutches watching sadly a few shots without the same crutches miraculously he could walk ...faces hollow masks painted in deathly chalk .

Painted Walls of Bandra

Bandra is beautiful in spite of the overspilling garbage ..but I now see it positively as Fine Art ..I promote Swach Bharat as Fine Art ..I don't live in Simla Srinagar or Kumaon I have in my 65 years never seen or touched snow not even in Vancouver when I was there for a film shoot at Stanley Park.
I used to call myself a blogger but I refuse to be one anymore I can't fuck your mind trumpeting hackneyed blog phrases ..nor do I want to be associated with blog forums or blog railway like platforms .
I shoot the poetry of life and resurrection of dreams in a man's life ..I show you what you see in life everyday but sadly it does not register as an emotion or as poetry on your deadpan inner consciousness...
I love food but I stay a million miles away from the world of food bloggers ..their love for food is merely contagious as pictorial representation only .
The only food blogger with a caustic acidic tongue I like is my son like Assad Dadan. ..he makes you feel food..in a real good way.
Well I am digressing I shoot painted walls of Bandra that have no ears only eyes they see you penetratingly deeper than you see them ..than there are friends who love to cock tease you with delightful food pictures but never once invite you home ..and when they do than you realize you are suffering from water oozing diarrhea ...just my frickin fucked bad luck.
I get a bad dose of shut the fuck of from my wife ...for many reasons on my relationship with beggars I give them too much money and importance she says ..I spend too much time walking and so on and on ...and why do I shoot the same feasts places same people over and over again..I shut the fuck up so now I conveniently shoot on my mobile phone till date over 8000 images on my HTC desire 826 bought in June .
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This is Nagrana lane a tiny walking lane that connects Hill Road to Waroda Road of Rustic Bandra ..and I like this beggar lady she does not ask me for Money but I always give her substantially. ..and I have never talked to her or tried to find out what bought her here begging for a living ..and these are not street pictures or street art but street stories ...I will video shoot her one day .
Share her story with all of you .
I do not read books or watch movies I shoot the story of life ..this is what interests me real life and no make believe world for me .
I refuse to sit in a movie hall for 3 hours ...and I hope I am in good shape to walk from Bandra to Juhu and back tomorrow ..I will carry my DSLR ..for a change to get a larger picture of Life as it touched me through the Quintessential Third Eye Of Shiva .

My 8.5 km Walk This Morning

After I finished my tennis I walked out to Hill Road through Jeff Caterers lane from Bandra reclamation....headed to St Andrew Church to Chimbai Joggers Park Carter Road ..I had sprout soup and from Carter road end I walked up to Union Park met my dear friend Mr Jagan Chawla walked entire stretch of Bandra Ambedkar road to Pali Naka ..to Hill Road Waroda Road went back to Chapel road to pick up a cake that my friend Fabian Namory had made for my grandkids as his gift to them .
Met Alex Monteiro and returned home via Bandra Bazar Road ..I had walked for over 3 hours .

Facebook Friends Request

All my posts on Facebook are marked only for Friends but the same post that I post at Flickr or Twitter or Blogspot is marked for public,, I somehow dont identify with the Facebook general faceless public at all.
Firstly I am sure I am known for the genre I shoot ,,I shoot India ,,and I shoot a India of rituals customs and its diverse religiosity ,,I shoot Hindu India be it the religious feasts the Kumbhs ,, I shoot Shiasm being a Shia myself ..Moharam ,,I shoot Sufism ,,the Dargahs the various Sufi orders of India including Chishtiya Nizami Rifai Malangs Qalandris ,, I am part of a Sufi Malang order too,,
My main documentation is over 68000 blogs on Hinduism as Hope and Hindutva as Message of Universal Peace ,,is on the Naga Sadhus Naga Babas and Aghoris ,, My Naga Guru is Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj Triveni of Juna Akhara .
My photo blogs are stories of India ..all posted publicly at my other sites ..
Now people will add me if I identify with their rituals or customs ,,
So I add the GSB community without checking for mutual friends or their profile ..I have a great cosmic connect with this community ,,
But others I look for the mutual friends that connects me with them..otherwise I delete all requests ,, I dont want to be part of your political rant your bullying rabid bigotry .. I will add you if you are a serious photographer ,, I dont add people from across the border simply because though we maybe Shiasm my Shiasm is attached to the culture of my country ,,,I dont relate to them geographically or otherwise ,, I have friends but that is it ,, I refuse to add anymore ,, and this has nothing to do with politics either ,,I am apolitical I belong to no party ,, at all,
If you send me a message before sending me a friend request would make the transition into my mind heart more human.. just adding me for fuck sake ,, dosent help me or you for the matter ,,
I dont add hijras ..and I have no issue with your choice of sexuality but I am not interested in your pictures of genitalia and your choice of porn in most cases .
I thought I had to get this off my system .. the picture is of me and my Dada Guru ,, the Guru of my Guru shot at the Maha Kumbh 2013 .
As I was bought up as a kid among Christians I have a soft corner for them and I shoot the Christian Ethos of Mumbai... feasts churches crosses ,,,I am grateful those who added me to their friends list ,, You guys and ladies are the best set of friends I have here on Facebook.. Stay Blessed .. May God Grant all your wishes .
This will be posted publicly at Flickr .. nowadays I blog at Facebook than copy paste to Flickr ,,,

The Tree of Life ...My 4.60 km Walk

My legs are in bad shape I have walked a lot since last few days .
This morning started on a disastrous note there was a huge commotion at the Bandra Bazar Garbage Dump between the chicken truck drivers and the Municipal Conservancy staff as the chicken trucks had blocked the entry of the Municipal dumper that comes to collect the garbage ..The chicken truck drivers were rude and threatening the conservancy staff including me as I video graphed the entire incident and I hope our MLA Advocate Ashish Shelar sees and stop the chicken truck drivers high handedness.
However in the end I mediated peace between both the parties and went to play tennis
After my tennis I walked till Mehboob had a cup of lemon tea at Good Luck Irani Restaurant and reached Bandra Bandstand ..shot a few videos and walked back home through the Bazar I met my Swedish friend Malini shooting the Bazar hawkers .
I had walked 4.60 km in 2 hours 33 minutes .
Marziya has lost lot of weight but is slowly recovering from Typhoid
Happy Morning Happy Friday.

Yacht Early Morning Utara On The Dot

For bevdas guzzlers hardcore boozers the only Camelot ..
A quarter for the parched dry throat
The first shot heavenly feeling safe in a corner deep in thoughts
Moosa thoda chakna de bhai
Happily he bought moong dal
Chakli the simple pleasures we
Got ..I think of the prisoners brothers inmates who enchained to the genie in the bottle eternally rot....I was lucky I flew over the Cuckoo's nest
Somewhat ...I think they wait hoping against hope that one day I will come back to the dark dungeons
Eyes bloodshot ...The fan whirring humid and hot ..within the soul of Bandra the alcoholic spot ..
No I will not surrender to their devious cosmic plot ..no more
Old Monk no more dirty talks of
Tits and Twats...