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,..

Man Encaged

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Man Encaged, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

man in an urban jungle is
defenseless all alone
a world without feelings
hearts made out of stone
mans glory a chapter
overblown
man enslaved to a laptop
and his mobile phone
man an indistinguishable sigh
between a cry and a moan
from the cradle to the tomb
a journey of decay
of flesh blood sinews some bone
a drop of a semen
man tries to clone
a god given talent
that man tries to hone
death destruction disease
all left to bemoan
from the depths
of his tombstone
an unfulfilled groan

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Farewell Kiss of Shoes Bye Bye Bushism

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ABUL (AFP) — It will likely rank as one of the more bizarre episodes of his presidency — George W. Bush, surely one of the most protected leaders in history, ducking as two size 10 shoes hurtled in his direction.

The US president laughed off the incident during a surprise visit to Iraq, although it highlighted the lingering hostility still felt toward the man who ordered the 2003 invasion of the country.

“I didn’t know what the guy said, but I saw his sole,” Bush quipped later, not the first — and he won’t be the last — to rack up a shoe pun.

The footwear belonged to an Iraqi television journalist, Muntazer al-Zaidi, who jumped up as Bush was holding a press conference with Iraqi Prime Minister Nuri al-Maliki.

“It is the farewell kiss, you dog!” he shouted, and threw the shoes before being wrestled to the ground by security guards and frogmarched out.

Bush lowered his head and the first shoe hit the American and Iraqi flags behind the two leaders. The second was off target.

Television footage of the incident quickly went round the world.

Soles of shoes are considered the ultimate insult in Arab culture — after Saddam Hussein’s statue was toppled in Baghdad in April 2003, many people beat its face with their soles.

“It doesn’t bother me,” Bush said of the incident. “If you want the facts, it was a size 10 shoe that he threw.”

He later played down the incident. “I don’t know what the guy’s cause is… I didn’t feel the least bit threatened by it.”

The US leader then flew to Afghanistan, telling reporters en route that it reminded him of an incident in April 2006, when a heckler from the Falungong spiritual movement interrupted a formal arrival ceremony for Chinese President Hu Jintao in the grounds of the White House.

“Look, I mean it was just a bizarre moment,” Bush said, “but I’ve had other bizarre moments in the presidency.

“I remember when Hu Jintao was here. Remember we had the big event?

“He’s speaking, and all of a sudden I hear this noise, had no earthly idea what was taking place, but it was the Falungong woman screaming at the top of her lungs. It was kind of an odd moment.”

So when the president landed in Kabul for talks and a news conference with his Afghan counterpart Hamid Karzai, the buzz among reporters was whether more footwear would fly.

It didn’t.

One Afghan reporter jokingly urged a television colleague to follow suit — “Why don’t you do it here? Come on, do it.”

Many journalists however had not heard or seen of the incident just a few hours earlier.

And while security is always tight at Karzai’s palace, where visitors have to undergo a number of checks, no one’s shoes were examined this time.

Meanwhile Al-Baghdadia, the television channel that employs Zaidi, urged authorities to release him immediately “in line with the democracy and freedom of expression that the American authorities promised the Iraqi people.”

In Cairo, programming director Muzhir al-Khafaji described Zaidi as a “proud Arab and an open-minded man.”

“We fear for his safety,” he added.

Bush, who has strongly defended the 2003 invasion that triggered years of deadly insurgency and sectarian violence that has killed tens of thousands of Iraqis and more than 4,200 US troops, rejected suggestions Zaidi represented the Iraqi people as a whole.

“I don’t think you can take one guy throwing shoes and say, this represents a broad movement in Iraq,” he added.

“I don’t think it would be accurate.”

my poem

long after he is gone
retired hurt wounded all alone
from the bleachy white house
overthrown
two size 10 shoes
for all his sins atone
in the entire universe
only a single bush
you can never clone
bushism an art
a poetic genre he did hone
more than his lame duck presidency
it was bushism that shone
most powerful
weapon of education
of mind and intellect
well known
the parting gift
a kiss of shoes
a final goodbye
overblown
“it is a farewell kiss you dog “
said muntazar al zaidi
the shoes are expensive
I have yet to clear the loan
my shoes divine cyclone
will one day
be auctioned
as two precious stones
yes said bush
in a passing tone
I saw his sole
now transformed
as a hero
this man once
Unknown
“Why Me “
the president
let out a painful groan

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Even Politicians Want To Blog

top news

top news

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Lalujis Blog

my poem

every politician wants to blog
a welcome change
a very good sign
a new equation
in politics define
talking directly to laluji
without going through
chamchas
front or behind
yes stay tuned
to a realty discussion
online
please don’t ask  laluji for
free railway  passes
or your complaints whine
blogging is not
writing a letter
to a lazy newspaper editor
or dropping a line
blogging is a holistic science
that heals
makes water into wine
to a bent back
it gives an erect spine
an art of living
a new design
no north indian
no south indian
no marathi manoos
a just and fair indian
none to factionally malign
blessings divine
india for
hindus muslims christians jains
sikhs parsis a holy shrine.

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Enough is Enough

mumbai blast

mumbai blast

 This is for the spirit of the Indibloggers and the  great work they are doing

we the people
fed up
disgusted say
enough is enough
with the lack of governance
deteriorating law and order
we must get tough
a political labyrinth
blind mans buff
for those grieving for the dead
a thought very rough
terrorism of all kinds
we have to rebuff
security of our nation
protection of the people
the real stuff
a poetic plea
sure enough

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“Iraq War Ends”

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“Iraq War Ends”, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

This photo shows a spoof edition of The New York Times announcing “Iraq War Ends,” part of a hoax executed by pranksters. An elaborate New York Times spoof hit the streets of New York on Tuesday announcing not just the withdrawal of troops from Iraq but a raft of other US liberal fantasies.(Xinhua/AFP Photo)

Iraq war ends
a new American President
Barack Obama
heals wounds
broken fences mend
the war criminal Bush
to Guantanamo Bay send
a single terrorizing
Weapon of Mass Destruction
by George
discovered in the end
was not in Iraq
but safely esconced
at the White House
none would ever comprehend
much did he try to pretend
this saviour of his people
with evil intend
satans best friend
human rights
human emotions
with his evil actions
did offend

impeach bush
dont let him go scott free
these lines are penned
justice liberty equality
we all must defend

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Happy Diwali To All At Word Press

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Happy Diwali To All At Flickr, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Let This Diwali
Peace and Happiness Bring
Man  the Peaceful Man
is the Ultimate King
As he rocks
as he swings
mortal to the say the least
but with powerful paper wings
as he soars as he sings
a welcome change of love
in this restless  world he brings
among so many unfulfilled desires
yet to be born blogs and some dear fotothings

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Meaningless Memories

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they creep and crawl
like breaking your head
against a tough wall
problems
that time
is not ready to solve
from the frying pan
into the fire dissolve

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AMAN MULCHANDANI LIVES

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Aman Mulchandani age 16 passed away after fighting death bravely, his parents , his uncle, his entire Mulchandani clan left no stone unturned to bring him out of the clutches of his fate.
He was the only son of my best friend Pradip Mulchandani.I cry as I write this, 16 is an age when life begins to unroll , and Aman is no more. I am the only Muslim friend of the Mulchandanis for over 45 years.
I have been part of their pain and their happy moments.A few years back Amans uncle Ashok Mulchandani expired , the family had just come to terms with his passing away when this unfortunate bolt struck them with a vengeance.
No one from the Mulchandanis had called me , luckily I saw his obituary , and rushed to his Marka at Sophia Bhabha with my wife.
Where I hastily shot a few frames.

Aman was very fond of me, we had shared some great moments at Dubai where I had gone with Mr Shakti Kapoor on our way to uganda, aman his maternal uncle Sunil were aways with us, showing us Dubai, taking us shopping and sight seeing.
At Amans thread ceremony at Mayfair Gardens, he took me aside and said “Uncle Firoze , I am sorry Dad has made my clothes elsewhere , I hope you dont mind.”
This was Aman , I always stitched his clothes.

So posting all this here is to show that even after death, memories live within our karmic consciousness.I know how hurt his Riverdale classmates must be .his absence a prolonged sorrow.
I met a few at Breach Candy on the day of his Marka and could see sadness etched across their faces ..
Yes we all miss Aman Mulchandani.
I have not been able to talk to his dad Pradip such is my accursed shame.
I spoke to his cousin Pawan and Pawans dad Bharat Mulchandani.
I also know what Sunny Hersh ,and Hitesh,and his other cousins must be going through.
This is my final tribute to the memory of a loving dynamic soul Aman Mulchandani.

Aman
Peace of Love
to each and everyone
brother of Hitesh
Sunny Hersh and Pawan
Rest in Peace
Life is a bed of sorrow
No fun
You were a blessed son
your life at 16
had just begun
we lost out
God won
he took you away from us
to a better world
than this chaotic one
where man hates man
man on the run
unnecessary wars killings
a path of peace
he does spurn
more hate
hatredness churn
man who lives
rules
destroys
with his hand
a trigger and a gun
man human
but humanity shun
one day
to this peaceful planet
as ray of spectral light
of spirituality
you will certainly return

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ONCE CONNECTED STAY DEJECTED-YOU TELECOM

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I am an existing client of You Telecom .

From the time it was called Iqara or in Hindi Nakara.

I never grumble or pick holes if my net is working fine.

But ever since the mishap with Airtel I am  going crazy as You Telecom takes its band width from Bharti Telecom I am told.

I am unable to upload the connection fails page cannot be displayed.

So the net services are at its worst.

Several complaints, I have even upgraded my plan but my misery continues unabated.

my poem

once connected stay dejected

existing customers at you telecom

not respected

pay on time any delay

service disconnected

you telecom customer care

a  cybernetic virus badly infected

all this normally goes undetected

a blog reborn and resurrected

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Aman-Rest In Peace

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Aman Mulchandani
16 years old
fun loving
devoted son of
Pradip and Jyoti
Rest in Peace
From the World
Of Pain and Suffering
Took his final release
fragrance forever
reborn as breeze
kissing the birds
flowers and trees
tears frozen
as memories
at sophia bhabha
his classmates
from riverdale
in full freeze
his eternal soul
beyond worldly disease
his loving family
he loved to please
up in the heavens
with ashok uncle
a new world he sees

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Divine Mercy -Bleeding Heart Of Jesus

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Hi,
As per Fabian’s request here attached with this mail is an image of the divine mercy frame of Jesus at St. Michael’s Church, Mahim.
Regards,
Jude Newnes

This picture was sent to me by Jude Newnes thanks to my buddy Fabian..

Bleeding heart of Jesus for all to see
The Saviour of Mankind for you and me
Through his love he sets us free
The Lord God of Hosts His Divine Mercy
Father Son Holy Ghost all three
In the time of our sufferings
Our Hope our spiritual guarantee

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Racist Poets Leaving a Sinking Ship

from net

photo courtesy

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like rabid racist rats

racist poets leaving a sinking ship

from a censorious poetry forum

where hate a slip between a cup and a stiff upperlip

where blonde witches of armageddon shoot from the hip

english boars fortunes dip

loose bowels adult diapers pip

racism a disease

too hard to nip

meta man whore from the atlantic

polar bears his balls do rip

a band master with a slaves whip

rusty old blades

in gay bars do strip

a howling scowling

sufi friendship

to koyna on a very long trip

himmler goebbels gave a slip

a star called david well equipped

his poetic mind in a memory chip

got poetry on a scouting trip

love poetry hate racism

humanity browbeaten

with a pistol grip

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Broken Houses Broken Dreams

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picture of pereira wadi bandra

tute hue gharon mein
yeh dilon ko kya basaienge
enka bas chale to paise ke liye
aap ki rooh ko bhi nigal jaienge
gharibi hatao siyasat ko bachao
tower aur shopping mall banao
kehke 15 august ko azadi
ka nara lagate hue
yeh apki kabar se guzar jayenge

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Demolished Dreams

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Picture of PereIra Wadi in Bandra

Sikhs brandishing
Swords on the street
Law and order
Takes a back seat
For the fault of one man
The common man suffers
Bears the heat
The North Indian migrant
Bashed bullied
Houses demolished
Dreams demolished
Builders reign supreme
Stony hearts
made of concrete
Farmers’ suicide
Circle complete

Tears on the soul
of Mumbai
Sorrowful sadness
Within a heart beat
The corrupt prosper
The rich and crooked
get richer
Mumbai for the elite
While the poor man
A beggar bowl
Running bare feet
Lack of political will
Social apathy
Morbidity
Disillusionment
Unemployment
Sarkar Raj
Con men
Fraudsters who cheat
Religious animosity
Spiritual deceit
One man on the throne
Another eyeing his seat
Mumbai a passion play
Incomplete
Jai Maharashtra
Jai Mumbaikar
Silence greet
Hospitality
In a State of Retreat

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The Toothless Grass

net

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Mind

Mother fucked by mass

Racist poets who take your ass

Shitless

Gumless

Gutless

Toothless grass

Says the dickhead

Let it pass

In poetry land

A racist class

They who throw boulders

Living in houses made of glass

Colored poets they love

To harass

Monotonous menstrual

Memories

Like dried out flowers

Blood clotted

A broken vase

A Facebook message

To Aldo Kraas

The blonde Witch of Armageddon

Venomous vindictive vituperative alas

An English boar so middle class

A loose bowel shitting pancakes

Mustard gas

An Australian moron

Clinking clanking

Balls made of Brasss

Metamasturbator

Giving head to a Eunuch

In Madras

Howlin scowlin

As it was

dedicated to howlin dervish…………………..uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Photo Journalism Slips Down An Oilwell

fs

The leading daily No1

the front page

BSE sensex

spiralling

towards hell

bad reflection of

a newspaper

that needs no pictures to sell

this morning the photo editor

had the runs

was not well

photo journalism

slips down an oilwell

almost breaking the back

of a newspaper  reading camel

wife was grumbling

for Rs 2.50

The Hindustan Times

show cases better pictures

surely they pay their photo journalists

you can tell

its time

we bid the No1

Farewell

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We Make it Visible

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from my ricksha
she too is visible
her benign love
on my heart I scribble
safe guarded
the flesh is willing
but the spirit
is invisible

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Christ Our Man

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before the muslim land lord
this spiritual space takes over
our man christ
gets a much needed make over
the church in silence mode
the christiam community
nursing a massive hang over

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The Bhaiyya

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The Bhaiyya, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

the bhaiyya
in a political traffic jam
his migrant hopes
his desires
in mera bharat mahan
gone damp
let there be light
said our freedom fighters
but our politics
have shattered
the lamp .

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Falling in Love

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live women betrayed him
in love in the past
he has fallen for
this mannequin
goddess
the die is cast
one sided love
no side effects
will ever last
she wont get pregnant
he can have a blast
rainy ruminations
weather overcast
life on a slow track
getting fast

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Fashion on the Side Walk

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road cutting
legal land grabbing
bandra hill road hawk
a parsi agiary
a few churches mock
future shock
two sides to fashion
on the side walk

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Jesus at Bombilwadi Prison

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locked up
paying for sins
of all men
date of release
he does not know
when?
poetic thoughts
a mouse
no pen.

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Bandra Bazar Road – A sacrificial goat

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So many MP’s , MLA’s
Corporators
have come and gone
so many will soon come
will be gone
tiling re-opening
gutters from dusk to dawn
a vote bank of eunuch residents
including myself
as we mourn
neglected bandra bazar
road
a sacrificial goat
a political pawn
everybody shitting
pubically
on a manicured lawn
a virgin rose
sodomized
by a circumstantial thorn
a dying heritage
the queen of suburbs
to the newly born
party politics
Congress I
BJP
NCP
Shiv Sena

promises made
hopes outworn
says the reluctant foetus
I’d rather not be born

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Hot Cuppa Chai

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bid your bad dreams
unpaid rent of your
paying guest accomodation
good bye
meet your land ladys
daughter on the sly
wipe the tear from her eye
impregnate her fast
the house of rent
will be your
permanent address by and by
to beat the sky rocketing
prices of property in mumbai
the brain works faster
with a cutting
or a hot cuppa chai
a thought
the slimy
real estate broker
wont deny

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The Bhaiyya and the Badasaab

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a handcart full of
woes godforsaken
burden
as dark winds
in mumbai blow
the badasaab
in his car
does not even know
one moving with the winds
the other one walking slow
politics is mischiefmongering
if you want to grab some dough
divide the soul of your mother country
dismember the afterglow
a peacock envy of a scavenger crow

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