Desh Age Bad Raha Hai...Waqt Kismet Se Lad Raha Hai

In the morning coming back from my tennis
at Chapel Road trying to have a bath with
a bottle of water ,,helpless a mother or a
sister shocked at my moderation i shot her
her pain on the soul of cyberspace not
photo shopped or morphed i caught her
now getting trolled on twitter ...my voice
they cannot smother ,,teaching me ethics
of photography girls old enough to be
my granddaughters ,,see my profile before
you insinuate ,,as i dont shoot porn
it was her fate by the Third Eye of Shiva
that to the humility of my camera bought her

The Humility of My Tennis Coach Surendra Pawar ...Untold Story

Last year since 10 Feb 2015 I began walking rigorously from my house at Bandra Reclamation Lal Mitti till the end of Bandra Reclamation beyond the furthest end .
One day I met another senior walker who suggested instead of taking a risk against speeding cars coming from the Sea LInk why dont I try walking at the MET Grounds as it was called those days .
All the years at Bandra Reclamation where I stayed I never walked I was fat lazy and blood sugar ridden..swollen feet no stamina .. and loads of health problems .
So I began taking rounds with some old friends who would join me after their tennis session..I thought tennis was an expensive sport and I was not into sports I never played football cricket or hockey in school.. I was a bookworm and a drama lover ,..
One day in April Coach Surendra Pawar who had become my friend invited me to try my hand at tennis I thought he was joking but I tried my hand along with another 83 old man..
And thus began my Tennis Yatra ,, in the mean time my loving sister Farzana Suri gave me a tennis racquet and I have a disability on my right hand but I played on,,,
At the end of the month I asked Coach about my fees ,, and he politely refused to take a cent from me ,,I felt bad I told him atleast charge me something a token amount ,, but Coach would not take money from me that was his final reply .
And all he said Firoze Bhai your blood sugar should come down I am in tears as I write this ,, I mean in the eyes of a polarized world he was a Hindu I was a Muslim...but in the eyes of each other we were blood brothers the same sensitivity ,, as humans .
On my birthday 10 December 2015 Coach gifted me a very expensive Head racquet and hugged me like his own brother ,,and his boys all of them treat me like their own family Darshan Bendal Rohan Pawar Vish Sawant Mangesh Dhotre Praful Tambe Sanket Kamble and his son my Guru bhai Sahil Pawar,
So this is my Tennis story I promote my Coach as he gave me a new lease on life ,,my waistline was 41 I am 36 now my blood sugar was between 300 and 350 now 82 ,,,along with the Coachs contribution it has also been Dr Shashank Joshi who has given me good good medical treatment .
I cannot forget my wife who maintains my diet ,...
I also am thankful to all my tennis team mates we are one big happy family 45 minutes 6 days a week that change the way we face life .
Whatever I have down for my Coach is speck compared to all that he has done for me ,, because he does not charge me I stopped taking my granddaughter to the Court ,,, its too heavy a burden on this beggar poets self consciousness ,,,and self righteousness .
And last but not the least my Coach has never forgotten the elders of Khar Gynmkhana who gave him a chance , he started off as a ball picker and has taught tennis to most of the veterans .
He speaks highly of Razdan Sab Premji and Mr Shyam Shroff..
So this was a story I have finally shared with all of you ,,

The Poetry Passion and Pathos of my Bald Head .

Much before I was plagued with 3 diabetic boils that after wrong treatment went out of control I had no choice but to shave off my tresses .

I have grown dreads I have had extensions but my scalp is far too weak to take the weight of the dreads so I chopped them off years back .

In 2011 I was initiated as a Dam Madar Malang ...these guys have huge heads rolled up dreads over 18 to 20 feet long ..I was tempted to grow my dreads again than came the boils and I have been shaving my head every week at Rolex salon Bandra Bazar I get it shaved by Anees Bhai the senior hairdresser as he is careful and takes care of not touching my boils .

I hate my Bald pate .
But there is no option the healing process is very slow ..first they caused me a lot of pain but now there is one boil that gets on my nerves .

And the heat and humidity aggravate the boils giving in to itching and scratching .
But I think I have decided now to grow my hair .
Though it is during Moharam Ashura and Chehlum when I cut my head with two daggers that my scalp becomes unmanageable.

But I won't stop cutting my head .

I have other health problems my gall bladder stones and this is when I am on a sticky wicket in Ramadan I start bleeding and urinary tract gets blocked so I am caught between the deep sea and my comittments .

This year too Marziya will fast she takes after my wife and now Nerjis only 5 insists she too wants to fast .

But I have not seen Marziya Nerjis for over 2 months ...and that is driving me plumb crazy .

In the afternoon I was at Mr KRK s house .
And he is one of my most loyal patron ...he loves to wear suits and they suit him too .
Despite the fact he does not have a 56 inch chest he commands respect ..and he gets it easily .

I was planning to go to Bandra Talao but it's too hot so I came home directly from Lokhandwala MHADA.

Do You Want To Be A Photographer Or A Storyteller

I started of like most of you as an analogue photographer but strictly hobbyist ,,,and never an iota of a thought about making money or having photography as my second source of income ,,

I was happy as a high end tailor or Darzi...

Once the digital era made its advent I had no option but to learn a bit of internet and photoshop , I paid Rs 4000 at that time but typed with one finger .I still type with one finger ,,

I came as a novice to Buzznet in 2005 and thus began my tryst with blogging as Photographer No1 ...I had to write a lot of description on my pictures as the huge audience was predominantly American .. but my grammar was horrid , I used large font and my earlier efforts at blogging were atrocious but in word form but not in the intensity of my images ,,,I shot the unseen India ,

Customs Rituals traditions Hinduism in its humility and glory , Sufi body piercing , Shiasm more of blood and self infliction known as matam..my pictures in retrospection were shock and awe ,,

I began shooting the transgender I began writing slam kind of rhyming poetry ,,,

It was at this time 2006 I cam to know the meaning of racism , racist attacks on me by white poets and hacking of my Shia blogs with nudity and porn images .

I finally moved to Flickr in 2007 I used Flickr as a blog platform only , blogging with pictures as original content .

It was in 2014 that after joining Ello .. I saw a change I met David Seibold I liked the way he added stories to his artistic pictures I got highly influenced by him... I began to start thinking as a storyteller and I began storytelling at Facebook..

I was certainly not happy telling a story in a single frame I had a huge repository of words ...wanting to come out from my system ..so I decided to tell my stories through video...and in one year I shot over 1200 videos ,, till date 12 million views ...simple stories ,,

I just started editing a bit at You Tube ,,,and I started to become disembodied from the soul of my picture ,,, and thanks to David I dont have his gift of narration but I am trying to improve ,, and now to my new story of a crippled dreamer ..2 years of Modijis so called Progress and Development have not touched him yet ,,the second hand wheelchair is a gift from a good samaritan,,

I will shoot his video make him talk to me ,, he is the new Muslim beggar of Bandra Bazar Road.

Incomplete stories too come back to haunt me and a kind God sees that I get another golden chance to tell it to you again.

The blogger in me hung himself from a fan he is still hanging ...by a tale .

The Facebook Friends List

posted this evening at Facebook

Today I sat and pruned my Facebook contacts ,,I normally added a person if we had a mutual friend ,,,I had over 2880 people on my list ,,,most of them added me without reading my profile ,,
And all my posts on Facebook is for Friends only ,,I post Hiduism Shiasm Sufism Christianity Hijras Beggars etc..I dont want to be trolled by Faceless Facebook members ,,,so I post with due moderation ... the same post on my FB timeline is public at Flickr Twitter and Blogspot ..
However I added a lot of people I had no interactions with them I did not even know them so I decided to politely remove them..
I have decided I will only add people I know .. people with photography as a hobby .. I am not going to add people because of the different hues I shoot spiritually ,,
I dont want 5000 friends the few I have I am happy with them .. as I type with one finger I have very few on my feed .. I also request people to mute me on Twitter and remove me from their feeds on Facebook..
But I post less links here ...and my Twitter is connected to Flickr and from Twitter my post reaches here too.
So please forgive me ,,,if you read this on my Flickr timeline ,,it was done as an afterthought and not as part of any evil agenda ,,
I also removed the few ladies on my list I am a 65 year old man a grandfather and my romantically philandering days are over for good..
And I always need a picture to tell my story ,,, and the picture is of my favorite haunt ,,,, Bandra Talao..

Last Journey Mr Vikas Mohan..