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,..

Have Soul Will Travel-Appu

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no hands
no legs
flies sting and go
mosquitoes bite him so
ants bother him more
goats push him
wieght throw
trouble him hardcore
someone to wipe his ass
someone to help him piddle
someone to bathe him
someone to comb his hair
he would live love and die for
no life is not what it was before
a tragedy that limbless in akimbo
took away his crabs pincers
that he cant cry out for
a manhood as decor
he makes love to the floor
he cannot unbolt the door
no not yet he has not
slept with a whore
have soul will travel
no feet no shoes no shoe store
he has no one but his god
and himself to speak for
he begs with dignity
at chor bazar
at st micheals church
a fate he holds still for
enough is enough he tells me
this worldly life no not anymore

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Murud Janjira Fort

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Murud Janjira Fort, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

Two years back when there was a storm in tea cup of my marital life I was on the verge of getting married the second time, washing my guilt on the Alaskan coast, I was bought to my senses by my wifes rolling pin..to make amends I bought my wife to this place to celebrate our 29 th wedding anniversary.
Murud is famous for the bullock cart race on Gudi Padwa day..
From Alibagh to Murud beach is about 4 hours by car.
I took the cheaper transport the autorickshah.

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Boat Pulling Vasai

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Boat Pulling Vasai, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

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Boat Pulling Vasai

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Boat Pulling Vasai, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

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Boat Pulling Vasai

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Boat Pulling Vasai, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

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Piss Off

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Piss Off, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

piddling on the effigies
of the enemies of shiasm
our kids on eid e zehra day
piss off they say
for once crime does not pay
truth returns to torment
generation after generation
so what did you slay?
he gave his head not his hand
allahs bayt did not betray
one day if not here up there
you will have to
burning in hell repay
fuck oops taqqaiya
shia shiite shiasm is here to stay

allah ho akbar …peace and brotherhood
cybernetic greetings we wish you on this day

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Boat Pulling at Vasai

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This is a new series of an event where the fishing boats are manually pulled in ashore before the monsoon sets in..the advantage of this shoot is you get to shoot the Vasai16 th century Portuguese Fort and graveyard too , though the ancient graves are used by Tantric Naga Sadhus to exorcize demons..
I was invited to one such do I refused.

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Imam Jafar al-Sadiq (a), the 6th Imam

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Photo article courtesy
members.fortunecity.com/masoom110/TRUEISLAM/id25.html

Name – Ja’far

Title – As-Sadiq

Kunyat – Abu Abdullah

Born – Monday 17th of Rabi-ul-Awwal 83 A.H. in Medina

Father’s Name – Muhammad ibn Ali

Mother’s Name – Umme-e-Farwah

Died – At the age of 65 years, at Medina, on Monday, 15th Rajab 148 AH. Poisoned by Mansur Dawaneeqi the Abbasite

Buried – Jannat-ul-Baqi .

Imam: THE SIXTH HOLY IMAM(as)
Name: JAFAR(as)
Title: AL-SADIQ(as)
Kunyat: ABU ABDULLAH(as)
Born: Monday, 17th of Rabea Al-Awwal 83 AH,
in Medina, Arabia
Father: The Fifth Imam Mohammad Al-Baqir(as)
Mother: Umme-E-Farwah
Date of Death: 15th Shawwaal 148 AH,
65 years old
Cause of Death: Murdered by poisoning
By Mansur Al-Abbassi
Buried: In Al-Baggea Cemetary, in Al-Medina, Arabia

The Holy Imam Jafar Al-Sadiq(as)
Imam Al-Sadiq(as) was unquestionably, an intellectual as well as a religious man, who possessed vast knowledge, wisdom and sense of justice. He was a man of great piety, truthfulness and his living manners was very simple.

He died of poisoning induced by Mansur Al-Abbassi. His body was prepared by his son the Seventh Imam Musa Al-Kathum(as) and was buried in the Baggea Cemmentary in Al-Medina.
Ahadeeths of The Prophet(pbuh&hf)

Of all the members of the Family of The Holy Prophet(pbuh&hf) Imam Jafar Al-Sadiq(as) had narrated much of the Hadeeths. Because none of the other members before him,of the Family(as) of The Holy Prophet(pbuh&hf) had the chance to meet and converse with so many of the narrators of the Hadeeths or historians as did the Sixth Imam(as).
Ahadeeths by the Sixth Holy Imm(as)

It has been recorded that Ahdeeths from the Sixth Imam(as) are in thousands. One of his most quoted Hadeeth of his Great Grandfather Al-Imam Hussain(as) stand against injustice and tyranny.
“Every day is ‘Ashura’ and every land is Karbala!”
It later became the Shia’s most popular slogan!

Abu Hanifah pupil of the Imam(as)
A list of the names of the narrators of Hadeeths from the Sixth Imam(as) number around four thousand among whom is Abu Hanifah, one of the Sixth Imam’s(as) students, who later broke away and established and headed a certain school of law of the Sunni Muslims. This Muslim Sect are called Hanifi after the founder.
Imam’s(as) Personality and Character

Imam Jafar Al-Sadiq(as) lived a very simple life. He himself would work in his garden growing his own food of vegatables.
It has been said:
That during his Prayers of Worship to God, his concentration was so great, he was totally oblivious of his immeadiate surroundings. In fact so much so, that he would not feel any bodily contact to his person.

The Sixth Imam(as) was very generous person, and of excellent moral perfections. He had very polite manners in his social dealings of his vistors and hosted and treated them equally.

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Peace a Prostitute a Whore

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peace a prostitute a whore
sleeps with warlords
political pimps
religious renegades
terrorist tyrants
peace a whore
spreading aids
much more evil in store
peace a whimper a lions roar
peace a serpent seed
a wanton seed a venereal sore
peace incestuosly sleeps with war
brother and sister yes
family no more
peace a global street walker
waiting for a next trick to score

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Brand Equity Share Price 30 pesos

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Come Abide In Me

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Come Abide In Me, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

said the messiah
to the sinning woman
what better guide than me
before you
there was
mary magdalene
a bride in me
deified in me
come abide in me
fear fear not hide in me
i am the ocean
you a drop of repenting tear
reside in me
with my father
and the holy ghost
side by side in me
confide in me
feel the pride in me
my love for mankind
crucified in me
all your sins
cast aside in me

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Bullock Cart Race

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Bullock Cart Race, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

This picture shot on slide at Alibagh got me a lot of recognition as a salon exibitor, there is so much revealed in the body language of the bull and the ferocity of the men who race it like a chariot of Gods.
I would have never known about this sport it was my Guru Shreekant Malushte who bought us here at Jayant Dhulaps house to teach us panning..
I soon got tired of panning.. I prefer standing recklessly in the middle of the tracks and shoot the bulls coming headlong into me.. I am crazy , I face death , its a high I would not recommend to upcoming photographers..
I was to get an opportunity sitting in one of these bullock carts and shooting the same , but I let it go as I had to catch the return boat, and this is on the feast of Holi so the crowds are horrendous all wanting to hit home..
By bus the same journey that is an hour by boat takes 6 hours by the ST bus..
I had to abort my picture taking this year, nor could I go to Murud for the Bullock cart races on Guddi Padwa..
I am barefeet ..
This is one sport you must shoot to become a good photographer keeping safety of living to shoot it the next time too

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The Requiem of Pain

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The Requiem of Pain, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”

Mother Theresa

“Love means exposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, deeply hurt by someone you trust.”

“I understand with love comes pain, but why did I have to love so much?”

“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.”

Lance Armstrong

So many memories
on the battlefield
of her young life
Poetic nostalgia
Killed maimed and slain
At her feet paying tribute
To this young Queen of Pain
Brainless hearts
Heartless brains
All seeking her patronage
She freedom seeking
In a cybernetic gilded cage
Nappy wearing Cupid
Arrow headed also her page
The fool the wise also the sage
Her wisdom seek and engage
Poem hunter poems
Poets seeking center stage
But pain of not falling in love
Only the loveless can assuage
Borrowed internet time
Brooding over a
cerebral cleavage
bye bye ass hole she says
causing a poetic
bloodless hemorrhage

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A Candle and the Flame

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A love story
Karma dharma
Medicine wheel
Bound to an accursed fate
Two hearts that could not mate
A candle and the flame
A love that turned to hate
Burning itself out doomed passions
Mindlessness over matter
In oxymoron haste speeding
Just wont wait
No matter what thoughts
You masturbate
No matter what thoughts
You negate
Candle and the flame
A love that did disintegrate
Paroxysms of waxed memories
on a silver plate
this mismatched love did create
death was slow not sudden
99% burns the agony of a soul mate
The candle and the flame
Poetic promiscuity
Poetic puerility
captured in a picture
Open to debate

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Stop Crying Over Spilt Milk ..Anonymous Asshole

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Sometimes it’s wiser to be an asshole
By and by it will sink in
To reach your destination
much before you begin
A journey of a torturous spin
Some you lose some you win
Three line poems unwashed repressive
In a recycle bin..
The rest hanging to dry on an
Imaginary foreskin
Cybernetic love on a swivel pin
stop crying over spilt milk
a dead indian in a sheeps skin
seminal solitude hererin
Lighting a path
Darkness within
Man born to Fuck women
Yogic Kundalini
Uncoiling the serpent
That you call the original sin
Playing it by ear..
Tender notes on an old violin
To her bruised ego and chagrin
Hit hard on the rebound
You take it bravely on the chin

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The Remnants of a British Vampire

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This is the remnants of what remains of British honor.. graves seminally desecrated , couples humping , fornication and more..homosexuality everything as allegedly told to me by a photographer friend.
I stopped shooting the Residency , the very thought of the neglect of these ruins a poetic thought lichen bound .. the discharge of a light brigade.
I have written a lot on this site at my homepage and do not wish to reapeat myself here at flickrs..
www.photographerno1.com
This is my new set …

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Two Sides of a Coin

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Two Sides of a Coin, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

differences of race
caste color or creed
spring forth from the groin
god and man
two sides read reverse
of the same coin
head you lose tail you win
back to the soil
soiled
toiled
unfoiled
your ancestors
you rejoin
hero villian and heroine

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East Meets West

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East Meets West, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

flatless phenomena
padded bras
stuffed smoothly on her chest
mini skirt uncovering her rest
while they in sarees
thoughts abreast
do protest
take this window manequinn
to test east meets west
toss a coin
to find out who is blest
birds of a feather
flock together
lay eggs in someone elses nest
a metaphoric midlessness on request

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Muslim Beggars on the Street

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salaam wale kum
they greet
as you pass them
muslim beggars on the street
their fate cursed they could not cheat
the blind boy of bandra bazar road..
a heart without a heart beat
a masjid has paid for his eye operation
so the old man begs on his beat
dust and heat blistered feet
the poor muslims have a raw deal I repeat

on bakra idd the ostentatious
buy goats rs 100000 a piece
but a showy sacrifice
that which the poor tease
build madrsas build new masjid
but poor life has a short lease
an empty stomach false hopes to please
going to mecca madina dreams that cease
dying standing on the crease
head bowed on bent knees
waiting for the final release
muslim malfunctional dysfunctional society
a cancerous social disease
floudering dilemma of
walking on a tight rope
of a treacherous trapeze
the poor muslims of india
forget political parties
even rich muslims do not appease

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My First Photo Exhibition PSI Mumbai

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I leant photography under three masters.
The Father
The Son
The Holy Ghost
Mr KG Maheshwari
Mr Shreekanth Malushte
Mr BW Jatkar

All this would have not been possible without PSI Mumbai , the camera club where I am a Life Member .
This was my first and last photo exhibition..
I was a salon exhinitor national and international I gave it up since I became a Photo Blogger .. thanks to Brandon Stone Photo Blogs Org.
All camera clubs have been corrupted beyoond redemption, there s no photography to be learnt only putrid politics..of crabs within a crab botttle..
The Federations bitch about the Councils and vice versa.. photography of old is dead and gone …I was lucky I did not get corrupted before the cancer set in I had moved million light years away in a stellar system called photo bloggosphere.
I saw the secretaries of clubs causing ruin to the souls of photography..and getting away with impunity..the President of a Club a rubber stamp and nothing else his balls being mortgaged to the secretaries of the Club..
Good Presidents dont last they are given the boot..
Photography is about big bucks and kicking ass..guys like me are kept away from the podium because we are visionaries with a photograhic truth that we propound..
Nobody wants to hear this not those who have given photography a bad name.
I reiterate there may be some good clubs but the evil has spread , eating away.
I believe photography is alternate science of holistic healing..
We show areas in the dark where there is no light… we are catalysts .. the social crusaders depend on the Truth we portray through pictures..you cannot distort truth or morph it with photoshop..the original layer of Truth is always visible..
I am what the Society made but I did not let the system in the society make me like them..I ran from a sinking ship .
I keep away from Groups..
I follow the lyrics of Eric Claptons Blind Faith
Following the shadows of the skies
Waiting for the ships to sail..
Man changes but its important he change for the better..photography is not about yours is bigger than mine , photography is poetry..you read it by ear you play it with the sonorous sounds in your soul..
Fuck photography is not about bullshitting either ..
I gave up Photography ..
Photography wont give me up…

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The Ear Cleaner Man

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The Ear Cleaner Man, originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1.

This is a typical quintessential Mumbai street corner scene..the human ear has vaginal longings too,labial lechery,but no clitoral claustrophbia…
For Rs 5 / the ear cleaner man transports your hidden desires, your longings as he penetrates the cravings of your ear openings,sliding his instrument in and out, gliding in and out..this is the only time you will imagine what your woman imagines when you step down into her tube well..without the safety rope…
For the climax he ejects a few drops seminal like liquid to cool the overthumping temperatures within..
You are in a different world watching a Xrated film by the time he gets on to your next ear for the foreplay to another replay…
This is how I see the ear cleaning act…
If you see it differently I wont blame you.
To be a good photographer you need to be a poet too beyond seedy semantics.. Picture taking is wordless poetry.
Unlearing Photography.

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Within the Shadow of her Eyes

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a lie
several lies
lie
within the shadow of her eyes
lies
more lies
within the shadow of her sighs
thoughts more thoughts that rise
each thought that has paid a price
a fistful of hell as paradise
woman
mans death in disguise
guillotined passions beween her thighs
the best of man anaesthetise
what remains mytholigise
a medicine wheel going
anti clockwise
his wretched soul proselytise
poetic pangs to be precise
no wonder man
born of a woman
to womanize

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Ear Piercing the Indian Way

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This is Azad Hussain my silve smith , he burns a pure silver wire, than pushes it into my ear lobe, both ends are than entwined to make a rounded earring..
I tried this process with the machine too, but does not work for me..
The pain subsides after a day, I pour coconut oil on the lobe..
After a few weeks I remove the wire and place a neem stick..
Later I insert my funky stud earrings.
I have to clean my earrings a weekly Sunday affair, place them in savlon..
My ear holes inspite of all the care get infected due to dust and my diabetic condition..
this is at my tailoring shop..non commercial photoblogging sop…

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What Did the Inbox say?

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what did the inbox say … when it got a knock?

i got fucked by a male.

a blind man touched my ass

it felt like braille.

fucked everlastingly

for the holy grail.

an un inspiring fairy tail

out of her heart as I set sail

a bogey of bad dreams

that got derailed

my penis envy

on her trembling door nailed

as a poem of a pictorial persuasion

unregaled

a cybernetic disaster of a love

that failed .

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UNCROWNED GENIUS STEVE HALDANE YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYELL

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picture courtesy steve buzznet ..
the man who threw me to the wolves.. the man in his earlier avtar responsible for my growth as a photo blogger …

This was an old poem on a terror bull terrier buzznet blogger called green velvet ..paws is pause in this case .

STEVE HALDANE

Uncrowned Genius

Buzznet Brain.

Went absent without leave

And gave us pain.

And we held hands

Like a human chain.

My Space , Xanga

no brain drain.

He is back so we wont complain

Yell, Shout Rape.

Green Velvet paws need to toilet train..

with his shit the carpet stain..

crying out loud Fuck Stop The Mail

Little Dennis the Fuckednet Menace Moan Groan Bewail.

Should be locked up in a fucked lunatic asylum

And loonies raping his ass for the holy grail.

And even fucked lupines

With errect cocks

Are on his trail,

And sitting here in Mumbai

I can hear his Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyell.

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