bollywoods most wanted photographerno1

photographerno1..is a shia mystic..they dont make like this any more.. he walks on fire,self flagellates,cuts his forehead each moharram.. and he is sane as sane as you or the guy next door,..

Dog Day Afternoon

Bandra Bazar Road
flooded emotions in a swoon
from the Municipality
this is a yearly boon
open gutters
choked storm drains
unlike the craters on the moon
Oh to run away from Mumbai
settle in Dehradun
kids in Sherwood College
born with a silver spoon
but then on second thoughts
it is Mumbai just Mumbai in Monsoon
the rains seminal drops of a honeymoon
only the spolit sport municipality
keeps bursting this balloon
yet the resilient spirit
of a Mee Mumbaikar
the lovely month of June
when our beloved city
turns into a Blue Lagoon
Fuck Shangai Fuck Venice
Pedestrian cities out of tune..
no tsunami no typhoon
it is Mumbai Manoos
he whistles sings and croon
Yeh Hai Mumbai Meri Jaan
Baki Sab Lampoon.
The Whispering Venus
on the Sultry Mound of her Dune
Bollywoods Most Wanted
a poet a photographer a blogger
caricatured as a Cartoon

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Slumbai Mumbai Shangaied

Our city fathers keep unnerving us each time they want to make Mumbai into Shangai..
The Rains come we look like Venice , cars floating like Gondolas, making love in the car on the back seats during floods , with a juicy Bhuta maize in hand is the best kick, a horny guy who deals in stolen car parts at Chor Bazar was telling me…It gave an extra kick , he is already married this he was talking about his maid servant who accompanies him to buy chicken at Bandra Bazar Road..
Wife is in bed enwombed to her 9th kid expected any day like the torrential rains…
Bandra Bombil wadi, near Hill Road has sleepy East Indian cottages, this morning it was a stream kids swimming under the shadow of the Cross, Jesus watching uninterestedly , He watches this tamasha every year, this is the only Cross close to a gutter that has pigs paying homage to the Messiah.
They call it Bandra’s Bay of Pigs.
I came out from this lane into a water gushing, snotty brown muddy, phlegm gurgling Bandra Bazar Road..suffering from tuberculosis, nothing had changed , ..
Bandra Bazar Road residents take all this in their stride, the new independant corporator was not around, the old Congress I corporator he got inundated in the hustings..totally washed out…hook line and sinker..
The next elections in Mumbai will be very crucial ones people expecting better amenities, better governance and better and not bitter Disaster Management.
Our life during the rains is exactly like the chicken in the coop , the butchers are smiling with Municipal grins.. we are dead either way..

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Mumbai Chikened Out

This was shot last year , today I shot pictures too on negatives on my F100, the situation is te same, gutters choked, water logged , man stranded , this is Bandra Bazar Road, I did not venture any further , to my shop and bachk home.Disaster Management a total hogwash.
The Ad Guru Alyque Padamsee appealed to our Chief Minister to come lead the helpless from the front , take a dip in the unholy waters of this Maha Mumbai Kumbh.
This picture is not very far from where I stay, all these pictures are on my homesite a gallery of pain called Bandra Bizarre Road.. Bandra Bezar Road..but Bandra Bazar road all the same..
I copy a few excerpts from kind courtesy :
www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20070017…

“Rain halts life in Mumbai”

“NDTV Correspondent
Saturday, June 30, 2007 (Mumbai)
Heavy rainfall in Mumbai has flooded the busy Andheri, Worli, Sion, Kurla, Wadala, Chembur, Borivili, Kandivili and Malad areas.

The showers also crippled transport systems on the ground forcing diversions to avoid flooded roads and disrupted rail services.

There was chaos at the Mumbai airport with no flights landing or taking off till late afternoon.

The airport has now reopened but with a huge backlog of flights many passengers are still stranded.

The weather office has forecast more rainfall throughout Saturday.

The Army has been kept on standby in Kalina, one of areas which was worst affected by the 2005 rain disaster.

The Mithi river, which had flooded in 2005 is rising and authorities have said that people living near the river may be moved out if levels continued to rise.

Given the gravity of the situation, Maharashtra Chief Minister Vilasrao Deshmukh has ordered all officials related to flood control to stay in office for the next 24 hours.

Trains halted

Trains on the Central and Harbour lines have been halted and services on the Western line are running behind schedule.

Western Railway has cancelled nine and diverted four trains heading to mumbai.

Schools shut down abruptly and students turned back home in the showers.

The Education Department has extended the date for junior college admissions for Mumbai, Thane and Raigad to July 2 due to heavy rains.

Slums in several areas of Mumbai, including Asia’s largest slum Dharavi have been submerged.

Mumbai Municipal Commissioner Jairaj Phatak has said the city storm water drains had capacity to cope with upto 40 mm of rainfall but over 178 mm of rainfall has already been recorded.

In thane, two persons have been electrocuted. The Fire brigade is having a tough time attending to calls of heavy flooding in the low-lying areas, from where people were shifted to safer places.

Slums in the city were also inundated.

A building in Malad was evaucuated after fears it might collapse in the bad weather.

The BMC has said its disaster management teams are working to free drains to let the water recede.

Increasing water level

In Sangli the level of river Krishna is rising steadily due to heavy showers.

The river level is at 36 feet and inching closer to the danger mark of 45 feet .

There are reports of water entering low-lying areas along the river and villages being cut off due to flooding.

Reliance Energy and BEST, providers of power in the city and suburbs, have cut supply in various places, particularly low-lying ones, as a precaution.

Raigad district

The army has been called in to help with rescue operations in the Konkan region.

Water stood at four-feet level in the streets of Mahad region in Raigad district.

About 1000 people were evacuated to safe places and two people reportedly died after a landslide.

Water level in Krishna river touched the 36 mark, but danger level is 45 and the water is rising.

Flooding also cut off five villages in the region. “

Back to my Bandra Bazar Road, nothing has changed much, misfortunes is our lot, we the eunuched souls that once in a while called Marathi Manoos, Mee Mumbaikar…
We weep like the rains as they fall on our heads and remind us of out Municipal Mortality..
The Municiplaty kills us much before God does…

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Peace of Shit a Poem / Obituary Mr Marquis Pets /Rains

30th June 2007
It has rained cats and dogs , distempered pussys in Mumbai , since last night , the roads are flooded , gutters choked , this is what happened last year, what happened year before last , life goes on.The Mumbaikar braves it all, he walks the on a live wire with Death overshadowing him, this morning news was a guy travelling in a local train on his way to work standing near the entrance of the train got into an argument with two commuters who beat him up badly, the 300 train travellers watching this reality show none coming to his help, a local journalist Sivnath rushed him to the Sion hospital he was proclaimed dead, he leaves behind a young wife and a daughter.
This is the other dark side of the Marathi Manoos ..the two guys were eventually caught by the railway police this is Mumbai life on a slow track.
Mee Mumbaikar , hollow words , when Man destroys another Man not for religion, not in defence but because he believes in Might is Right.
Funny had I not joined Flickrs I would be writing this at Word Press.But I have to reduce the load on my Homesite , so I am bringing my poems here re edited revitalised ..
I walked from home with my F100 shooting Boran Road , I dont have the energy to punish myself or my surviving camera in the heavy waters.I opened shop at 11.45, I packed off the staff gave them an off , they live nearby , one guy stays at Mulund he called up it was bad day of flooding at his end..Mumbai in the rains ,, bhuta , a cup of Irani pani kum chai, Brun Maska ..some Kheema is the right stuff for a restless soul..roads lead to Good Luck Irani joint near Mehboob Studios..

my post

photographerno1: 05/23/2006 5:50 AM

head above shoulders
a heart filled with boulders
love
missing files and folders
beauty is ugliness
in the eyes of the pissholder.
life peace of shit as
you grow older
find a new
ass licked beholder

my 366th poem titled peace of shit this poem happened as I was commenting on Velvet Paws latest Ratty post.

Rats are very intelligent ..I kept White Rats.
These I would buy from Marquis Pets , I owe my love for animals to Douglas Marquis , there is not a single lad that has never bought a fish, Persian cat, a dog, parrots, love birds guinea pigs , hamsters, squirrels, from Marquis.
Marquis died a few years back, his wife was bedridden but she could do all her work directing the help.
And their bedroom was the hall, Marquis was a chronic asthamatic, always wheezing, never cursing.
Marquis was a Chor Bazar freak, he would leave very early morning, to buy the glass pieces that came from ship breaking yards, out of this he made unusual Aquariums, he bought all kinds of stuff, made cages, custom made, in my alcoholic days when the booze joints were shut for dry days specially at the Yacht restaurant ..they would give me a take away ofa quart gin I would come to Marquis borrow a steel glass mix it with water get tanked.. listen to Marquis’s yarn..
I remember a very big shot Shetty who was on his last legs thrown out of his house a more condemned alcoholic than me .. would come and drink his hooch, country made stuff thar wa 100 proof or somethinng like that.
He was a terrible sight he spoke of good times, his kids, his homlessness, gave me the creeps as I was on the kerbside trying to walk his walk..
Yes I came away I never forgot Mr Shetty.
And I never forgot Mr Marquis.
He was known fondly as Dougie.
Bandra Banstand was Marquis’s Haunt or Adda opposite the Sea Rock Hotel, opposite the mega star Sharukh Khans house would be a horse cart of Marquis kids took rides grew up with their Dreams..
I miss Marquis but do bang into his son Chris who was settled in United States but gave up all that came home to take over his dad business of Pets.. Chris Marquis

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The Blade Runners

These are all blade Matamdars , the little kid should not surprise you, he is doing it on his own, no child abuse this…Mr Shiv Malik..New Statesman

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The Blade Matam Gang

These guys were from an Anjuman from Maharashtra

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The Chehlum Juloos Hussain Tekri Jaorah

This is a huge Juloos that passes paying respect toall the Shrines here at Hussain Tekri..

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The Shia Child

He leads from the front emulating Ali Asghar who took an arrow on the gullet instead of water..
Harmullah the Accursed .. the Metrosexual Terrorist of Yazid..
Yes we call Ali Asghar Nanhe Mujahid..

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The Shia Girl Child

The stength of our Shia convictions that bound us to the Holy Prophet through Imam Hussain ,yet they call us Kaffirs , those that kept quite when Imam Hussain was Martyred in Karbala..
They who hurl abuses at us wrapped in slings of Allaah ho Akbar…they who being Muslims love killing Muslims promoted by petro dollars and sheikdoms that hate Hussain Karbala .But yes they love the Holy Prophet , they who got upset with the Danish cartoons were in a state of somnolence when his grandson was butcherded, his grandaughters robbed of their ridas , this is the Dichotomy of Islam..
It cuts both ways..

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Zuljana




Zuljana

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Zuljana The Faithful

Every Shia procession has a replica of the Imams steed .

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Parchame Abbas

Yaad dilata hai pani ka rutba aabas
ankh se girte hain ansu bujthi nahi pyaas
mashke sakina ko behlata abbas
aaka hussain ko moulah kahnewala abbas
hussain se mango to dilata abbas
har ek pani ke bund ko basata abbas

Abbas is the magic word of Shiasm..he unlocks the doors to a better tomorrrow..His Shrine is always crowded, they come in hordes.
There is Faith for the Shias it is bound on the neck of Abbas , Mashk ke Sakina..

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Arbaeen or Chehlum at Hussaintekri Jaorah

Commemorating Chehlum of Shuhada e Kerbala

www.world-federation.org/Secretariat/Articles/Chehlum_Shu…

The 40th [Arbaeen or Chehlum] marks an important turning point in the movement of Kerbala. This day, which is no less important to the day of Aashura is important for many reasons – the prime being that the Ahlu’l Bayt reached the land of Kerbala on this day and performed the visitation to Sayyid ash-Shuhada al-Husain and the loyal family and friends who gave their life for the cause of Islam.

Although the historians differ on when this event transpired; some say it was in the same year of the massacre in Kerbala in the year 61 AH, whilst other say it was in the following year. Whatever the case, the atrocities and difficulties which the family were put through in the court of Yazid and the long ride to Kerbala culminated on the 20th of Safar on the empty plains of Kerbala.

The grave of Imam Husain was not desolate as some may expect. Rather, as the Ahlu’l Bayt were approaching Kerbala, there were a few people already at the grave, marking his martyrdom with tears. The individual, who had been a companion of the Prophet of Islam – Jabir ibne Abdullah al-Ansari (who at this point was blind) – along with his assistant, had made the trek from Madina to the place of martyrdom of his Imam and master. Jabir called out to his Imam, “I testify that you are the son of the Seal of the Prophets, the son of the Master of the Faithful, the son of the inseparable ally of piety, the descendant of guidance…” His servant noted to him that he could see a caravan of people in the distance and they were approaching this sacred site. As they approached, they realized that this was none other than the caravan of present Imam, Ali ibn al-Husain as-Sajjad with the other family members and assistants!

The historians note that at this point, Jabir and his assistant, Atiyyah, moved out of the way so that the women of the Ahlu’l Bayt and the others could show their grief at the sacred grave in privacy and according to reports, the heads of the martyrs were also buried at this point in time – as before leaving Shaam, they were given back the sacred heads of the martyrs.

Chehlum
Here at Hussain Tekri , all the people who come here from Mumbai Lucknow Hyderabad, Kashmir other regins to bond , to be one in the pain of the greatest Martyr of all Imam Hussain..
There is a Ag Ka Matam , a fire walk, a juloss or Amari, scourgngs, maam, all the Rozas have Majlis recitation, Hussain Tekri has like Jogipura become an important Shia pilgrimage destination.
This is the Alam of Abbas the brother standard bearer of the Imams Army.

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The Sunnis at Hussain Tekri Jaorah

The Sunnis are a majority sect among the Muslims , most of them are aware of Hazrat Imam Hussains contribution to Islam, pay tribute to his Sacrifice.But do not follow or adhere to Shia beliefs.The Shias make the Martyrdom of Imam Hussain as Way of Life , mourn, shed blood live in austerity till Moharam gets over.
The Wahhabis disown Shiasm as heresy , follow a puritanical form of Islam , promoting sectarian Hate ,disseminating the killing of those who dont follow their kind of Islam..
The Wahhabis dont adhere to Dargah or grave visting…but visit to the Mecca and Medina is must once in your LIfe time..
The Hussain Tekri Shia Shrines are under the administration upkeep of the Sunnis, so in advertently the atmosphere outside the Shrines is more of a Dargah type nature..
Incidentally these Shrines have more Dalits the lower castes, the underprivilged , the Hindus visiting this place.
There is also a Imambara here of Imam Hussain run by the Sikhs.
Humanity thy name is Hussain.Har Kaum Pukaregi hamare Hain Hussain.. provided the hardliners Shias allow Imam Hussain to move out of the Shia Imambaras nd mingle with the general public…
There is a demented sect among the Shia known as the Shia Wahhabis who do not believe in Azadari or the way the main stream Shias celebrate Moharam. These guys are also called Shia Talibans.
As this is more of a showcase for my pictures , my poems, I leave it to germinate the way you feel fit in your own minds..

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A Womans Story

These are women , some possessed who sit here shaking their heads , shaking their hair crying out a pain that stabs even the most unpoetic heart..

The most impotant thing in Life as a photographer is respect, for another mans culture, his tradition , his rituals, you may not adhere to the persons belief but respect the sanctity of his soul and yours too.Dont be be Goofy, falling overboard with your corny comments, there is time and place for it, dont give me reason here at Flickrs to feel I am colored only my pictures are…
I am also a hot headed guy, I am not a pre teen , you take my ass , and I will ask for more.. No Way .So be nice dont be nasty, you dont like what you see, click you get a better world than I expose..be a sensitive photographer , besides camera technique learn good pictorial matters.. in my world it does matter..wonky pictures are fine stop shooting wonky words that hurt …
The biggest problem is in this world of photography , there are great photographers but where are the humans gone.. comments should be constructive even in their negativity..We are all here to Learn that is how we earn.. your respect and our own…
This last part is for smart ass photographers who shoot with their mouth and talk with their cameras..

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The Stump of the Devils Tree

People avoid passing by this tree, moving away safely , there is far too much negative energy going around, diagonally across the tree is the lavatory , next to the lavatory is the rabid fetid pond where like hippos these possessed human animals laze, more like crocs as I have seen in the zoo, dangerous but calm , not biting those inflicted with the same disease of the soul .
I was constantly warned to stay away , the few people I met from Mumbai also told me to take it easy.
When I arrived at Hussaintekri all the lodges were full, but I remembered that the most famous Matamdar in India Ali Shah had a brother who ran the Shaheen Lodge, I approached him,he said I could sleep in a common dorm , on the floor , as a Shia he did not charge me a cent, this was a unique quality of being a believer of Imam Hussain he opens doors that have remained locked since time immemorial…
On the Devils tree stump are the chopped locks nailed of the possessed person…I can tell you just one thing this is a weird place totally out of tune of modernity…
I was here for 2 or 3 days so I really cant tell you much, I shot pictures did not as questions…
These pictures I have never ever posted before only a few of the pond or the possession in the shrine…

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American Educated Thugs

She once in anger called them Shia Thugs , the Iraqis who are fighting to get back their self respect , their honor and dignity.The Shia have been persecuted systemarically by the Bathist government , much the Western world never knew nor ever bothered to know about it, close to twenty five years.My poem

She the american Lady Bug
was upset called them Shia Thugs

American
Educated
In
Democracy
God and Country
Liberty Fraternity Equality
And cloaked as Much Bigger Thugs
Hit and shoot the
Heart of Country
for Weapons of Mass Destruction
find Saddam and Baathist slugs.
And depravity,stolen fuel , anarchy
And a Bush like mug..
And a soul debug.
Spilled waters of Karbala
And a Broken Jug..
American atrocity Abu Gharaib
not at all humbug
human rights trampled
shoulders now they shrug
Impeach Bush as a War Criminal
Digg It Bury it Or Be Dug
A wounded Bleeding Heart
of a country that with more
Wounds as you plug
Miscplaced Martyrdom
Saddam Hussain
whose Body the Jehadis
on their shoulders
as a crucifix lug..
Shias Sunnis sectarian hate
black spy v/s white spy
keeps the Papacy , the Israelis
very smug..

looking at the picture American Lady wont say UGH

photo courtesyhttp://smh.com.au/news/world/the-photos-america-doesnt-want-seen/2006/02/14/1139890737099.html

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Weighed Down Buzznet Women..

Photographers dont scare me, I do not get cowed down, I have seen a lot of photographers, who forget the picture they capture was already captured by someone more powerful than them, photography for me as an amateur is a science an art most importantly a lesson in Humility.
F stops , shutter speed techno words ..I believe in a Thank You, yes for all those who come take time to see me merge with my surroundings to bring it in the backyard of your vision..It takes only one roll to become a photographer , a bit of basic knowledge the rest you unlearn through mistakes , provided you move from your mistake after gaining Mastery over it…
One of my Gurus Girish Mistry a wheel chair bound photographer would tell me anecdotes of his teachers, each with a quirk, there was Mr Phanibanda who would ask Girish any scene that they passed , he would qustion the desired F stop to shoot it ..he was a Parsi, meticulous , masters of light..no meter required.Than there was the Late Mitter Bedi who would tell Girish here take this brick go shoot a roll bring me the results ..on contact sheet .
Girish an inventive photographer shot 36 frames all rejected, go shoot it again..frustrated more tired , devoid of ideas, Girish would take the brick wanting to smash his head with it..this thought bought forth ideas , instead of shoooting the brick, he started using the brick as a prop in the frame..he did some different takes..Mitter Bedi liked the results..Today Girish Mistry and his Shari Academy is famous for bringing out great talent..his kids are brave photographers, fucked crazy photographers , climbing lamp posts..choosing unusual perspectives , but they shoot one picture of me to show to Girish that there is someone who is more crazier than them.. they dont know me..
Girish sees me in the frame and laughs and says oh he is my student too . Attended just one session of Girish at Photographic Society of India on lighting..a few years back.. that was it..
Photography requires a Guru as poetry requires a Muse my stories require an American Blog Goddess..
We learn from each other,the moment we try to be one up, we have lost it all…arrogance, pride vanity, in a photographer well, it will suck up his pictures too…
Humilty is the greatest Teacher , I am sure all you guys know that too.. but in Photography it is a big step forward.
This picture was shot at Chor Bazar , I keep re inventing my self..

Date: 03/17/2006 Time: 07:02 AM
Weighed Down
This is a roadside stall of a guy called Sulaiman he gets the best of stuff that gets sold out the stuff is always in good condition ..I have never weighed myself so I took a shot ignoring the envy of my testericides.. my word for balls, caught my feet instead ..my bareassed feet.
And my weight something like 68 kg.. I dont know if the weighing machine was trying to flatter me to buy it..I did not.

Wife has gone for a walk at Patvardhan Park close to my shop.. I love sweaty woman.. I miss Schvetty betty.. she has disowned me.. TQ1 t has disowned me too ,
Women at Buzznet ..they are creation unthought beautiful pictures of a loving God.. He was in a happy mood , he made Buzznet Women to share them all with us..he shot them them with his pinhole Camera…God is street smart photographer he does not believe in Japanese products…the Japanese well they had one taste of an American product during the war…
Well I know I hate Nikon fucked D70 but I will try not to hit below the belt.
So Buzznet Women they are Gods special women , the few that are here are not Buzznet Women…
Buzznet women are Women like Azzie who can with just a single smile light up a Universe , at the moment the Universe is Marc Brown..Azzie Brown is humility, human love that heals..yes if I did return to Buzznet it was because of Buzznet Women..
Yoko she is inscibed on my heart her Words are the cornerstone at my Word Press site..
The Qixotic 1 she moved away eclipsed in her own brilliance..
Schvetty Betty she moved away too… but she is a Prophetess she wished Happines and saw that it tailor made to last a life time.. yes she gifted Life..
Funksteena Buzznet Original, she is larger than he own surroundings , no she is not a Buzznet employee , but if they took her on the Board she would make Buzznet the best site on cyberspace .Waza from Alaska , I never knew Alaska till I keeled over like the Titanic and saw cybernetic love for the first time in a Summer Solstice..
Mahayani, Csorba,Ribstealer Tatyana, Betty D Poodles.Wild Orbit , Arlosmom, Scarlet,Tomonlove,Honey Toes Black Lesbian, Sappho so many others..
Velvet Paws the bright side of Hope of my soul brother Friar Tuck, she encouraged me taught me a few lessons through her stunning creativity..
Epiphany 229 Fuck Shoes , yes we both dont dig footwear , she is a photographer born of a primal force a trusted emotional friend .. she is at home with her memories wrapped in her enbalmed tears…
Than comes the Mother of all Mothers..
Than one single Diva high lit by my love for my third of Shiva
I can forget her but not forgive her ..She is an Epic…All these words woud be stale crumbs had she not touched me from afar , that one word Journaler changed LIfe from Pedestrian Prose she put me into the arms of Poesy.
She called me Shia Thug.
She called me Sr Shakir .. I added Fucked Firoze .
This is not a Flickr testimonial for Buzznet Women..
Buzznet Women are testimonies born to enshrine the soul of Man , says this Wandering Ink..drowned but wont sink, to her in nothingess I link..she is my protective Armour I a human flaw of a Chink…
My one sided shop window refelcted love it was forever Jinxed…

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A Steep Climb

Date: 03/03/2006 Time: 08:55 PM Visits: 18
A Steep Climb
This is the cash counter of the South Indian joint where I have my frugal breakfast the ingredients of this frugality compensates in satiating my thought process that I fart out on my blog post..
I can think of nothing that could make me brainy at this stage , yeah I agree like the Italians I use Olive oil to cook all the pasta inthe cauldron of my cerebrum.. .. not share a bum.. thats another story.
I oil my head with pure imported Olive oil.. this is not a tale of two Italian cities Ciampi and Berlusconi…dont scratch your head .. they are heads of state.. President and Prime minister.
Where was I..well this little girl child has ordered Seera she was getting impatient and started climbing the Cash Box ..we call it GALLA.. or cash counter in Hindi ..
The picture is a bit unfocussed but so is the future of the girl child.. I only photographed the belligrency when she will become a woman and climb and shit all over Man.. even light a taper to his cash or whatever what remains of his predoomed masculinity…
I am a storyteller , my pictures tell a story my words engrave the story trying to chisel it on your stone soft hearts..
I was here at Flickrs introduced to this site by a Fotothing member Magic Eye ..I posted pictures but my heart was in love with a reflected image at Buzznet..
I was mired in my own moodiness I deleted my Flickr account recently…I do not have the energy anymore to flirt my thoughts from one flower of a site to another..
So I have decided to brave all cybernetic storms I have dry docked myself at Flickrs once again , to get my inner mind mechanism reoverhauled, also edit old thoughts , luckily I am not in love here I have mellowed you can say a bit less harshly…
I still dont know what fascinates me to mature American Women , I am not into pre teens..
Though my Muse at Poem Hunter was an exception healing her wounds of a rape of ethnicity .. the American Way..
Anyway my poems were a tribute to her fight back against a system that was made to destroy Woman Hood, I wrote a poem for her called Cradle Rape…
A true story of a guy who took his neigbours crying child 10 months or 6 months old, trusting him the mother handed over the child, well he shut her up , he raped her and fled…
He was caught feigned insanity he flew the cuckos nest..he belonged to a Sufi order , so they wanted to save him and save the backlash that would fall on his religion.
Yes Man is selfish when it comes to safeguarding honor of his religion..this is the worst jehadi assymetrical terrorism.
Girls hounded by a puritanical Wahhabi alleged youth who did not want them to pursue further studies..this is a case going on at Nagpada , the gentleman Ansari a police informer …
These are stray incidents..moral policing , culture vulture brigades ,who have more power than an impotent law and order adminstration..
In most cases the law and order blindfolds itself..
teachers faces blackened with ink , without waiting for a verdict from the investigative agencies or the court of Law a man is condemned forever…
It turns out the girl who alleged she was molested by the teacher did this out of revenge for her bad report card..
I mean the system sucks..
People just walk away…move away nobody wants a Change..

My pictures are mundane part of a photo gallery of life I am not into Photography , I am a Photo Blog that cries a human pain..

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My Breakfast




My Breakfast

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Date: 03/05/2006 Time: 06:20 AM Visits: 56
My Breakfast
This was shot this morning this is egged omlette..pickle, onion slices Pao.. pao means loaf of bread , the Catholics took offence if you called them Maa Ka Pao.. mother of bread , this almost a bad word and a derogatory term..
This morning the Seera cost me Rs 12.
The Bata wadas ..potatoe pattice
in bread and Ghati red Masala cost me Rs 10.
The bananas little yelow ones Elaichi 5 for Rs 10
The double omlette two loaves Rs 20.
And then wife reminded me about the Lucky Decorator Majlis Akthar Imam the Maulana is an eminent well read scholar from Canada called Janaab Maulana Zaki Bakri.. he is widely respected all over India for his progressive views on our Shia Firmament. I went to the Majlis.
The niyaaz was soft delicious muttomn korma , tandoori roti and rice, a sweet dish .. no chicken no eggs.
And I could barely eat I was full anyway. Akthar Imams house a mansion actually is at Chapel road the guy who does his photography called Munna bhai took me to his house cum office to show me all he had shot Moharram.. on Nikon D50 and he was telling me he was to buy the Nikon D70 the dealer told him to change his mind..
I changed is mind further and told him to sell the Nikon D50and buy the Cannon..kit digital.
And Nikon is the first heartless Japanese company that should be bombed..out of the planet for good.. the pimp of a Rebel Pow of Nikon Digital Groups.. I have added the fucked Standard Chartered Bank Loan Department and Mr Reuben Colaco to my hate list for goofing up on my Personal loan.. he has not even returned my 6 blank cheques or the photo copy of the agreement of my new house.. this is efficiency English Banking Style..our Union Banks and South India banks and also HSBC are thousand times better.
And Standard Chartered should run the next Marathon,.2007 stop banking forever.. instead of celebrities they should ask those they fuck on their loans to run and really run away from their bank/.
Or instead of celebrities that the event is all about they should make the deprived and the under privilged run..and pay for this cause.. not Micheal Jordan, Anil Ambani ..Rahul Bose who cares a monkeys shit any way…not the poor and the needy.
I am going for another Majlis of Shabib Rizvi..Rizvi Foundations…Pali Road Bandra.

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Despair..Unfair Buzznet Blues

Date: 03/07/2006 Time: 08:51 PM Visits: 28
Despair..Unfair
This is man metamorphosed as despair..
At birth totally helpless eyes closed so he does not see the blood and the nipping of the umbillical cord.. the thumping on his back if he does not cry.. the early stages are really bad..motherhood dead like driftwood will throw him wrapped in page 3 of Bombay Times . a few seconds of fame..he will be discovered by a scavenger.. what is left of him after the rodents cats and dogs get to him..
a kind samaritan will take him to the KEM Hospital to be turned away the interns docs are on strike and life is meaningless he was better of in the amimiotic refrigerator..from there the good samaraitan rushes to Bhaba Hospital ..Bandra here too the strike prevails but the defence doctors who have come to help out .. refuse to take the baby .. go to the police station lodge a complaint ..good samaritan rushes to the Police Station here too wait for your turn.. first come first serve . he tries to say something but the khaki humanless face tells him to shut up cant he see that he is already busy hasnt slept a wink..
not even a cup of tea.. you come here to teach me my job.. he tells the constable take him inside book him for breaking the peace and assaulting a senior officer..
Sir says the constable he has a dead baby .. book him says the inspector for kidnapping, and murder too..
o k where was I ..
Well this is despair ..
What the guy is sitting and thinking..is Despair..outside the Bhaba Hospital..or did they save his life in time.. he came out of it unscathed.. the good samaritan languishing at Arthur Road jail as an undertrial..this too is despair.
And Firoze Shakir Photographerno1 pursuing a foolish dream of imagined love in USA ..online ass fried and omletted…burning side up…
Well this too is despair..
And Buzznet clothesline almost at breaking point this too is despair.
Apathy of a fucked system.. that takes more than it gives.. benumbs the human machinery till life ever after.
Anarchy of democracy.. fools ruling over fools..running over fools and a fool proof system to beat.
Despair.

25th June2007
Much of my blogs written as a monologue were my first brush with writing I wrote as a dick headed conversationalist.I wrote on peoples hearts at Buzznet to be read or be unread, I wrote about almost anything that touched my life at Bandra Bazar Road, the flooding, the filth, the feasts, I bought Bandra straight out from its dwindling misfortune of once being a Queen of the Suburbs.
I am a Colaba boy , but I became part of Sandras Bandra..
I moved here in the 80s .
My kids studied at St Theresa ’s school Bandra.
St Peters Church, St Andrews Church . Mount Mary were homes for my pictorial thoughts..
My daughter Samiya often chided me when I wrote my Bandra Blogs , she kept saying do they care.But folks at Buzzznet did care , you need a good head strong community to become a good citizen.For me Buzznet is not here on Flickrs..It is where it was originally will always remain there..
Even those who tansmigrated their souls here are like birds in a gilded cage chirping a tune that reminds them of their freedom of expression freedom of emotions at the original site.
I am copying my old posts , memories unlocked I am finally reading them again , re editing posting it here and the re edited version here becomes the original at my homesite..
Yes I am exorcizing my demons , we all have to do it one time or other ..my pictures are not my stories, my pictures and my words are two chapters in one book…
I know all this blab, recriminations, would have not been possible without my friends at Buzznet, many who are wary of my return here and at Buzznet ,but I have changed, hope to change once I become an ordinary member from Flickr Pro…two years from now..round the world in 47US$..all paid by my son Asif Shakir…the first Blog of his Mothers Womb..
I must add a word of thanks to folks here who will pass me by, that without El Gekko, Yorrik , Friar Tuck, Velvet Paws Novo, Xris Taylor, Pax,Bazookiss, Tom do you like it,Waza , Df Duck, Epiphany, Ben , Steve ,Mahayani, so many others I would have remained a dead Blog on the roadside of cybespace..
we fought, we parted but the road that we walked still remains the same…

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Man Hung To Dry / 950 Unlearn

Date: 03/07/2006 Time: 09:58 PM Visits: 20
Man Hung To Dry/Unlearn
This is the story of man.. clothes like a flea in a mans ears.
Clothed man is a dangerous man.. a man in pinstripe suits and dressed to kill like your Prez is a the more dangerous side of man..Militarliy dressed like President Mush is a more dangerous man..
And you can see Fidel Castro same clothes he sleeps in them ..from the time of the Pigs Bay fiasco.. and he will never die .. a man dressed like him will carry his myth forward..like Che Guveira
Mahatma Gandhi wore next to nothing gave Churchill a pain.. that never went up in smoke like his Havan Cigar.. English …a few years from now dont get shocked there will be more brown Englishman than Mr White or Mr Brown.. blacks will continue to plague the nursery rhymes so many blacks full..baa baa black sheep..
And a good politician is one who renounces clothes.. stark reality.. has nothing to hide at all .. not even his swiss account.
Indian politicians wear white..starchy crispy papery like the hoards of black money .. children studying in USA,,safe haven for all the cons in the world USA ..All prose and con.
And police officers and their uniforms.. smell of encounter killing, owners of bars and restaurants, owners of towing vans for removing cars and pockets from no parking zone.. this is in refence to Mumbai.
Then the eunnuch type clothes little children, and peadophillia.. the Holy See Blindfolded..dont let your left hand know what your right hand is doing..
So in short it is clothes that protective outer epidermis of man..the white collar, the blue collar that force man to rob from man the priest collar that robs little children only in Ireland.. rest of the world children are not harmed by priests…rest of the world children are too dirty and smelly.
Clothes unmaketh a man.
I gave up shoes Fuck Shoes.
One day I will give up clothes too..Fuck Clothes..
Will have to switch jobs.. no nude fashion stylist..
And this is before I reach the Grave situation..
I will open a school of Unlearning, Unclothing..the faculty members are already pleading to have Marc and Azzie sponsor this institution of Unlearning..
Google Earth too has shown interst..
If you are curious about the faculty.. it will be a rotating type head quartered obviously in California..

Founder member Sri firoze fucked shakir.. pujya sri sri.
(My wife will have divorced me for obvious reasons..)
second in command ..Alaskan fern.. my devout devotee no 1
Epiphany 229.. her speciality Fuck Shoes Unlearn..
Yorrik mate..Skulldruggery..Unlearn
Friar mate..Duck fuck farming unlearn
Xris.. fuck, fuck and unlearn.
Drunken Echo ..French into English , English in to french unlearn.
ooo Drunken gekko unlearn
Obqupunx.. tatoo ..Terrorist attack hidden body parts unlearn
Bazookiss..and Drunk are on a tie..Japan in the 80s and Japan in the future unlearn.. Nikon has given us free D70 kits repaired of course.
Jonnie.. security measures encontered unlearn
Goodude.. Christ dont Unlearn
The Blog Goddess journalistic unwashed repressives unlearn
Funksteena ..Buzznet not original employee unlearn
Scvetty betty..ready to learn and unlearn
Photography guru.. mantra oriented..tom do you like it..DELETE UN RUN
Jamie Shaef..Zen .. as sufism unlearn
Wild orbit…special faculty…journaler unlearn..
Steve ..is acting pricey..but talks are gong on.. devloper must for unlearn..
Scarlet lark.. disney land unlearn
Alji ..star signs unlearn
Artsysf flickr refugees unlearn
Leirdasim think Flickr think unlearn
Quikenobi Diakitora dont think Flickr unjust censor unlearn

This is my 950th post at Flickrs..
I will hit the Sack..

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Saif and Sound

This is Saif Shakir my 23 year old son, he completed his graduation today, has been rocking since morning that he is the First Shakir graduate in the family .Actually my daughter in law my elder sons wife who continued her studies after her marriage also came first class in Commerce , so she too graduated this year with honors.
My 19 year old daughter Samiya Shakir doing her BMM got 71 % also 1st class distinction, her photography teacher was my photo guru Mr Shreekanth Malushte .
But for Saif this is a very important event this was his third attempt as some sickness or some calamity , made him miss his exams
.Perhaps also that I was not much help as a father when he was growing I was lie a genie stuck in a bottle of Old Monk Rum for many years.I hit the bottle for good smashed all memories of my alcoholism, kept myself clean since last 7 years .It not an itch either.
Before Saif got his results he took up a job at a call center , my business too has been in doldrums …but Hope gives Man a second chance always…

I saw this picture tucked away on my comp here in the shop so I gave it a shot, the only thing I can do without searching for words is Blog…
Yes if you have the fires of a smithy burning and hordes of images it is almost a doulble whammy..
I miss Word Press.
But from here it will reach there always.Yes Mark and Matt mean a lot to all of us at Word Press.

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Girish Mistry and PhotographerNo1

This was shot by Dharam, who had shot some of my pictures at Byculla Zoo photo shoot for DNA of Mr Shrikanth Malushte .
And yesterday my wife and I had dropped in at Shari Academy , that is Girish Mistrys s baby and quality photographic education.. one pays for quality, here more than Photography which you will gradually and eventually learn Girish instils the much needed street smartness a peculiar braveness in his students, a Shari student is recognized not by his camera in a crowd but by his daring chutzpah.Girish s students dont suffer from vertigo.
I am the only student of Girish that learnt the medium through his workshop on light and shade in one day .. the unknown zone system of street photography, I presented Girish two cowboy hats that have a pride of place at his studio and on his head..
He is happily married , his charming and beautiful wife Hridgandha is alo a celebrity photographer , began life as a student of Girish..they are gifted parents of a child prodigy , Girishs son was born with a halo of a photographer a camera in hand..
Girish is wheel chair bound but he would put a walking man to shame, nothing stops Girish Mistry from taking risks.. his studio at Mathuradas Compound is a state of the Art..
And even God has stopped making Girish Mistrys.. parts not easily available..especially those in the darkroom of his head.. Girish is a Canon Man…

This is my tribute to the pantheon of my Gurus…

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Women In Chains

why do we chain our women
why do we cause them pain
we crush their beauty and their brain
over their minds their bodies
their souls we reign
man born of a woman
sells her for gain
a prostitute her destiny
a thought so plain
woman enslaved
manacled in chains
as she ploughs
this rough terrain
her tears her lifes story
all in vain
cleopatra
helen of troy
or a plain jane
being a woman
is a womans bane
the blows that rain
she wont complain
within her womb
she carries her pain
a street performer
born to entertain
in mans domain
a shattered
battered
bleeding window pane
a mutilated hymen
she wont regain

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