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,..

Good Bye Good Riddance 2008

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good bye good riddance
to old man old year 2008
wars pestilence
hate more hate
israel in great hurry
bombs wont wait
old arsenal to be disposed off
reached its expiry date
killing civilians children
sucked fate
eunuch silence
of castrated Arab leaders
bad soul mate
other western leaders
new year celebrate
humanity begging for mercy
at Allahs shut gate
every day is ashura
every land is karbala
as bombs detonate

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No Parking for Fucked Terrorists

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enough is enough
we say with a clenched fist
no parking in India
for Pakistani non state actors
fucked terrorists
2009
we pledge
to get rid of these dim wits
this should hurt
those whom the cap fits
jehadis born and bred in England
call themselves Brits
or Bangladeshi mercenaries misfits
Afghani Taliban trained
human hating twits
play acting a deathly drama
and skits
venomous vipers
brotherhood born
in snake pits
whom a eunuch clergy
with their silence
gives clean chits

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So You Are Photographer No1?

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so you are photographerno1?
who uses the camera like a gun
to shoot us
to show us
like we are
good bad or ugly
without making fun
our dreams
our aspiration
our hopes
our message on your blogs
one by one
keeping us alive forever
even after your work is done
also shooting
the holy father
the holy spirit and his favorite son

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New Year Eves Mass Carmel Covent Bandra

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At about 11.30 pm I decided to go and shoot the New Years Eves Mass close to my house at Carmel Convent Bandra.

This series is my tribute to my Christian brethren…a community that is peaceful at all times but has been battered blue in Kandhamal Orissa .

more pictures at my flickr photostream..

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Both are Beggars in this World

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on begs from god
the other begs from man
beggary
moral spiritual
a part of a cosmic plan
seeing the world
falling apart
the messiah
came
he saw he ran
the world is a bill board
showing the antics
of jackie chan

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A Fucked Hapy New Year Begins

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a profit and loss account
to add some more sins
the bad son of a bitch
always wins
the good man is fucked
his clothes snatched
his arse burnt skinned
in a few hours
2009
a fucked happy new year begins

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I am a Beggar seeking Alms as Pictures

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I am a beggar seeking alms as pictures
from the underprivileged on the streets
a camera with a shivas eye
that hardly ever cheats
captures their innocence
including their heart beats
pedestrian poetry
at the feet of my guru John Keats
pictures that will be seen
on my flickr photo stream
by a photographer bare feet
dust and heat human sweat secrete
some have mouths
but their souls
ravenously hungry
their human
flesh eats
cannibalistic cosmic convolutions
on a micro wave of lost memories
pre-heats
happy 2009
dead panned it greets

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56000 Blogs at Flickr in 18 Months

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Today before the year ends I complete 56000 Blogs at Flickr in 18 months .

This month I posted over 6348 Blogs at Flickr my highest ever for any month since I joined Flickr in June 2007.

I am not a full time blogger I run a shop, but every available time that I snatch , I blog them as pictorial moments.

I shoot pain as I see pain sans metaphor.

I was not much into beggar photography but it was Dr Glenn Losack MD who pushed me towards this genre, a fact of inescapable life in India.. Mumbai where I live.

Some pictures are predestined to be shot.. I took Marziya with me and she on my waist as I shot all this on my Canon G9.

Than I got a call my wife and Marziyas mother wanted her back for the Majlis , so I skipped the shoot and met them at Cheap Jack Hill Road handed her over to them and continued ..shooting the Hill Road streets.. I returned to my shop.

I wont be shooting the midnight mass tonight….all depends .

I must add one person who honed my photography as a blogger is Neal Romanek Rabbit and Crow.. he gave me a lesson on ethereal quality and blur to some of my pictures I shot today of Marziya..

Without Yorrik, Tom Andrews, Friar Tuck, Aleem, Dragonfly , Kowalski,Dread Heading , Ben Bell it would have not been possible…and many others like Fred Miller , Anthony Posey , Bernie ,Daikitora Debbie Leirdasim, Don Duck Landes Michael Bell,…Aljie. designldg nabila 4 art,etc etc etc…

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A Silent Eunuch World

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a new year in a few hours will wriggle by
the old year 2008 will slowly silently die
with it the mournful cry …of the dead
who could not make it – in their graves
bullet in their souls wretchedly lie
terrorism kills humanity ..Why?
why can man live peacefully
in a world without borders
without a bleeding sky.
hamas gaza israel
a needle in the storm of an eye
a silent eunuch world
testicular less
watches helplessly
as events magnify
bombed hopes
bombed children
bombed peace
billowing smoke
within a sigh
a tooth for a tooth
faceless I
mans ego
making the world
into a pig sty

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Mount Mary 31 Dec 2008

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This evening I took Marziya and went to shoot the Mount Mary Basilica ,and I am just a few pictures away from 56000 Blogs at Flickr in 18 months …

This is one Church that gives every human soul a peace of mind and spiritual tranquility.. specially on a day when the old year comes to an end , an year that has ravaged the soul of our beloved city….Mumbai.

It has hit us all as Indians … and citizens of a peaceful world.

With this picture I wish all of you at Flickr Word Press Live Journal Vox Blog, Facebook, Buzznet , Fotothing and Alpha Inventions a smiling face of a very Happy New Year.

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House Imambada

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The heart and soul of a Shia household , is the quintessential house Imambada.

Bigger houses will have bigger Imambadas in the house , in Lucknow and Hyderabad an entire room is reserved and cordoned of as the Imambada.

I have over the years shot house Imambadas in Lucknow specially the one of my mother in law Wassim Qazilbash.

In the picture is our house Imambada perched on the wall an extension of a wall unit.

The Alams in the Imambada were recently received from a lady in Vazir Ganj Lucknow, the alams were given to her by my patrenal grandmother Khurshed Baji before she died, she told this lady to see that it was given to her grand sons wife..
Years passed and one day the lady accidentally met my wife’s mother and handed over these silver heirlooms to her which now adorn my family house Imambada in Mumbai.

The other artifacts belong to my mother Shamim Shakir which she handed over to my wife before she died a few years back.

The Shia Imambada really comes to life during Moharam, when it is artistically decorated , and the matam of the ladies starts from Moharam chand raat..eve of Moharm night..the ladies of the house and little kids..

After the matam recited by my wife or my daughter in law , the chant of Ya Hussain my wife gives out sweets to the family members , this colloquially called Hissa.

Marziya my 13 month old grand daughter too beats her chest with both hands as Ya Hussain is too much of a mouthful she keeps chanting Ya Ali Ta Ali.

Today is first Moharam, the Shias now will only wear black clothes ,the men go to the various Imambadas in town or wherever they stay.

The Bandraites are a divided lot, those who stay close to Bandra Shia Khoja Masjid go to the Majlis of Maulana Jaffar Abbas of Lucknow .

Those that want some change go to Rizvi college to catch up with Maulana Bilgrami.

But there are those brave hearts from Bandra who go to Moghul Masjid to hear the Shia scholar and Maulana of repute Maluana Athar Mirza Saab also from Lucknow.

There are those who watch his Majlis live at home on TV.

I will shoot the processions at Kaiser Bagh in a few days, though I am hoping against hope to shoot the Moharam in Hyderabad once again.. a task which I leave to the Mother of All Bibi Fatima..otherwise I shall remain in Mumbai and shoot the proceedings here .

Hyderabad Moharam is intense , it is awesome and Imam Hussain really comes to Hyderabad to be as close to his followers who leave no stone unturned , their spiritual austerity , their fervor is two words Ghame Hussain. nothing else.

I felt the same about Moharam in Lucknow too but I have distanced myself completely from the city of my birth..for personal reasons and hurtful memories.

My good friend Dr Glenn Losack MD too wanted to shoot Hyderabad but I have not heard from him..

Chehlum I would like to take him to Hussain Tekri Jaorah.. Inshallah.

So this is Moharam and specifically the House Imambada in a nutshell.

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A Pedestrian Poem of Undiluted Pain

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ambushed by false hope
on a high street
fighting a losing battle
only defeat
ravenous hunger
leftovers
from stomach restaurant to eat
a drugged child on an
alcoholic child mothers teat
flashing a bare bum
a tiny pecker
just barefeet
struggling for survival
in the mouth of a beggar mafia
in mumbai dust and heat
a pedestrian poem pathos
cut copy or simply delete
a system within a system
only the rich man can beat

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Children of a Lesser God

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the purse is visible
the face is hot
the hands in knot
will she give
or will she not

she was stingy
miserly but not me
as I took this shot

who cares for a poor child’s lot
on the traffic signal as they rot

from the undesirable womb
for beggary they are bought

drugged with benadryl syrup
the little fella on the waist of another tot

in a vicious trap they are caught
children of a lesser god
that the world and a higher god forgot
through my blog
in the prime slot
beauty on the soul of humanity
as a blind spot

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I Have Had Enough I Dont Want To Live

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east village celebrates the HOWL festival annual

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he has taken it all
that treacherous soul
I have nothing more
left to give
I have had enough
I don’t want to live
my hopes shattered
my dreams battered
even time wont forgive
on some other planet
some other time
murdered blood stained
moments
I will relive

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A Pathway to Peace

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dargah baba fahruddin
they come here to mahim
to wash away their sins
with their kith and kin
pathway to peace
hope harmony to begin
overcoming their sorrow
a losing battle to win
the soul of man
within the layer of his skin
pride and vanity
the two dangerous twin
that take your ego
for a spin
humility
is what keeps you
alive from outside
and within

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Pain Overcoming Pain

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back to reality
mind over matter
battering the brain
pain
overcoming pain
a hand
holding another hand
a human chain
lost illusions
moving away
in a burning train

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Tears

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Tears, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

he who makes the world laugh
the whole world cheers
a funny man
the whole world jeers
his ashen face deathly smear
born under the shadow of death
a river overflowing
with tears
his pain they don’t see
his cries they don’t hear
waiting for the ship back home
dashing his bleeding
head on the pier
the world is a circus
man a clown
that even the angels sneer
the path to divinity
bedridden with thorns
even roses stay clear

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The Moharam Moon Bleeds

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droplets of blood
stain the celestial sky
the moharam moon bleeds
sweeping the earth
resting at karbala
where the hallowed grave
of the holy imam lies
yes a path leading to
paradise
the womens wails
the childrens cries
littered bodies
trampled by horses
he paid a price
but he did not
concede to yazid
son of Satan
in disguise
barbarism to surmise
puritanism
that distorted
Islamic history
with loads of lies
that no one buys
allah ho akbar
hussain is humanity
no one denies
shah ast hussain
badshah ast hussain
our shia soul suffice

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Cheru Jackson My New Age Blogger Guru

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I presented Munaf Baba in the picture, the yellow beads known as jerba..I presented a Turkish one to Amanat Ali Baba and various other beads from my collection, that I have not worn.. to other Bawas including Handi Sai.

Earlier I wore long cotton Djellabas or kaftans, so these long bead necklaces looked good , made me appear as a Bawa too, but I discontinued the robes due to the Mumbai heat and humidity, now I simply wear Albanian loose bandit trousers and a body fit t shirt with a sleeveless jacket .

This is my dress code and fuck shoes.

I have a large collection of exotic antique jewellery but seldom wear it, I have exotic finger rings and a collection of mystical sticks called Asa.

I wear a Sabri Cap , or a Western hat and sometimes the Pathani turban minus the Kulha.

The Baba in the picture is a silent soul called Munaf Baba he is the new Bhandari replacement, the older Bhandari was my bete noir and got me into trouble with the earlier Murshad, Sikandar Wali Baba deceased .

Bhandari means community kitchen cook.. in rafaee parlance.

Bhandari the older one did not like my shooting the pictures of the activities at the Dhuni..so whenever I was shooting a Bawa he would rush in and expose his posterior to me..well he is now dead and gone posterior and posterity…
Hassan Ganda says its my curses that killed both Sikandar Wali Baba and old Bhandari..I dont curse , but I am happy that now the Bawas here at the Dhuni dont mess with me..

Even the roadside Mahim Bawas now keep their distance and try to ingratiate themselves by asking me to shoot their pictures , somebody recently started a rumor that my pictures brings in good luck, and changes the malaise of sick bawas.. so I get guys wanting to be shot..by me.

And I know that this rumor was started by Hassan Ganda who loves me very much..he Is the only one before I knew his name I would call Don Jaun Baba.

So in a way mingling with the Bawas has been a blessing in disguise now they call me Firoze Bawa , bu I feel flattered when they call me Mastan.. a respectful title for a Sufi Monk in India.
Mast means happy and Mastan means very happy go lucky guy.

Shahensha Baba asked me recently if I wanted to become a Rafaee under him, but I politely refused, piercing my eye balls and cutting my tongue is surprisingly not me..and I would not want to cut my gonads either to become a Hijda…

I am happy with all the flaws that make me what I am..

And all this while I have not met or shot a single Hijda, I got a call from Heena Hijda on my birthday, she is in Raipur , they are having a grand Hijda conference, she told me to come to Raipur and stay with her as her honored guest , an invitation that would have bought me closer to my goal of 100000 pictures at my Flickr photo stream, I humbly refused the offer.

Laxmi Narayan Tripathi has dumped me.. but in my parched soul she remains my one and only Hijda Guru..

I have to search for an ideal Rafaee Guru.
And Cheru Jackson is laughing all the way to the bank.. he is my new age Blogger Guru..

Happy New Year Alpha Inventions 2009.

I have enlisted my Flickr Blogs at Alpha Inventions..

280280 views in 18 months..
55889 photo blogs also in 18 months.

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Chancawalli Rafaees-Their Story

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This is my parting tribute to the Chancawalli Rafaees, actually when I began recording their lifestyle , I was absolutely naive raw , and knew nothing about them.

I called them Chancawalli Sufis ..in 2005 or perhaps an year earlier I am bad with dates.

I began shooting them from the Dhuni at Maqdoom Shah Babas Dargah Mahim.

At that time their Murshad or Pir was Sikandar Wali Baba , a very shrewd calculative gentleman. He began this at Chancawalli Dargah or Shancawalli Dargah Marol Andheri East.

I followed him and his men from one shrine to another.

He introduced me to Haji Malang the Hijda Paradise.

About two years back , we had a fall out, I was eased out of the Dhuni by him and another Bawa called Bhandari.

Sikandar Wali Baw died , a very untimely death, his position was taken initially by Sher Ali Bawa and than Handi Sai..

Officially there is no Rafaee head in Mumbai..

Bhandari my bete noir diesd a terrible death in Ajmer this year.

Yesterday I was told by Amanat Ali Baba that even the head of Char Yar Ajmer, Noubat Ali Baba has been eased out..

Barsati Babais in great pain, he was once the most famous Rafaee , curing bone diseases ,spondilitis, slip disc, arthritis, but that power or gift has suddenly vanished , Barsati Bawa looks into the face of Death.

Handi Sai too manages to evade Death, but he is in a terrible state mentally physically and otherwise.

This band of Rafaees is a splintered group, lots of ego clashes, and quite leaderless and discontented..

It hurts me to see them fight amongst themselves on petty matters ,and I told this to Amanat Ali Baba too.

Higher up this group of ascetics are the more disciplined Malangs of Ajmer and Haji Malang.
They wear their heads in dread stretching to about 50 feet, but always covered either in black at Ajmer and in orange at Haji Malang.

The Ajmer Malangs are from Punjab and hardily come to Mumbai..

Most of the Malangs of Haji Malang are from Karnataka..South India.

There are fraudulent Bawas too, conning people and giving a bad name to the entire ascetic community.

The bawa who drove a sword into his cheek creating a an open gash on the other end of the cheek is Mehboob Bawa a murid of Amanat Ali Baba.They both are from Rajasthan..

I will not see the Bawas at all, we are not in touch , if I go to Nagpur I might find them there ..

With Moharam there is no time for Sufi or Rafaee adventurism.

Even the Haji Malang Urus 21 Feb 2009 happens during Moharam.

If you see my earlier pictures of the Chancawalli Rafaees shot in 2005 – all those faces are completely missing.. only alive on my photo stream.

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Farewell Fakhruddin Shah Baba

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The Person on the right is a Malang, he has Allah naturally embedded on his palm, he has been sitting at this place for last 8 years .

I was introduced to him by Shakil Bawa,,,

With this picture I end the Fakhruddin Shah Baba series.

Moharam starts from today…

My priorities as a blogger will change for two months eight days – I wont be wearing any other color but black.. for ths period of mourning for Hazrat Imam Hussain..

Spiritual introspection, piety will take its due course, no revelry , no music , no movies , I as it is keep away from all this..my only pastime that eases the wrinkles of my soul is blogging.. it is the botox shot that rejuvenates most of us..

We share not only a picture but an entire lifetime ingrained as a pictorial thought.. we become one the image and its imagery metaphorically holistically changing the stray path of our lives..many will come drink and move away.. comments as their thanks.

Many in a huff will delete their accounts.. yes the vulnerability of a photo blog..

Many after deletion might still exist encapsulated as Buzznet Memories or Scanned memories.

I have grown thanks to the power of the blog and moreover you out there helped me grow..

I am nothing but a speck of nothingness without you..

By reading me you let me stay alive and young like the picture of Dorian Gray..

Thank you Friends …

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Sharukh Rafaee

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The kid is sad, his father is missing, since a long time, and like his father Sharukh Rafaee is a complete body piercer, he does the body piercing acts with a finesse of an adult..

This time he is out of the Rafaee circuit…

I gave him Rs 50 / but told him t hand it over to his mother ..they sleep on the pavement of Mahim where the roadside bawas sit.

He uses the sword to pierce his eyeballs, he cuts his tongue…and he is just a kid, he loves to be photographed just like any other curious kid.

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A Hunter and a Prey

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survival of the fittest
in mind
some way
a rafaee
a hunter and a prey
trials tribulations
if god may
turn to happiness
always
within his soul
his pain
wont stay
running in circles
words at play

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Faith

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Faith, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

I am happy with the
faith I possess
that came from
an ocean
of a womb
of my mother
no more
no less
in the amniotic waters
with a drop
of karbala
she did bless
hussain is humanity
my soul said yes
I am what I am
i need not guess
religiosity
is not a game of chess
terrorism in Islam
was there right from the beginning
he gave not his hand only his head
shah ast hussain
badshah ast hussain
from the front he led
hussainiyat is alive
yazidiyat is not dead
sufism is a poem
my soul is red
on ashura each year
it has rained
when I bled

to merry my friend

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Sharukh Rafaee of Mahim

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The Little kid is Sharuk Rafaee son of the deadliest rafaee Chalak Ali.
Both father and son took part in the Sandal at Fakhruddin Shah Baba last year.

This is year I dint see them both, it turns out that his father Chalak Ali had differences with his Mom and has disappeared
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Sharukh Rafaee was in bad shape I gave him Rs 50.. that he took it gladly, hiding it carefully in his torn kurta pocket.

Sharukh Rafee is a copy of his father , he does eye ball piercing, tongue cutting and the rest..his father can lift a cycle with a pointed instrument embedded in his eye ball..

I missed both these guys the life of a sandal procession.

He lives on the pavement at Mahim where the roadside Bawas sit.

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