HIJRAS OF INDIA THROUGH THE EYES OF A BEGGAR POET

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Fucked Word Verification at Blogspot



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Word Verification Google Racist Tool Calling a Poet a Positive Spam.. And Colored Too


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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Shah Ast Hussain My Shia Site


Shah Ast Hussain

All my 41000 Shia images blogs poetry are housed at Flickr but a few at my new site Shah Ast Hussain..

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Shaism In India - My Google+Page





Google+has introduced pages for business and other activities , I made a page on Shiasm in India  connected to Shah Ast Hussain my Shia blogs at Blogspot..

Please check it out..

The Link Below

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My Shia Blogs

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Monday, October 31, 2011

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Blogspot is the worst place for bloggers  that have to face a fucked racist tool like word verification , wait for 24 hours before crossblogging posts from Flickr.com ..there should be some difference between prolific bloggers and spammers .

Word Verification at Blogspot a Multicolored Racist Tool..

how do i remove word verification from my posts i dont want to wait 24 hours please help


i hate blogspot..as it should make it easier for people who blog a lot to be able to remove word verification, word verification is a racist tool ..

firoze shakir
photographer no1

firozeshakir.blogspot.com
shahasthussain.blogspot.com

mumbai india

My problem is not comments it is number of posts that bring in Word Verification I blog a lot I have over 200000 blogs at Flickr.com  ,  having a multi colored posterior and every time the word verification is slammed up my ass I find it an atrocious racist tool , being a poet this is my metaphor of pain , it has taken a life time for Blogspot to come out with changes , and they spend useless time on Google Wave Google Buzz instead of making existing platforms blogger friendly..half their time is spent on trying to bury Facebook 6 feet under but Marc Zuckerburgs fathers ghost wont allow them to do so.. instead of Best Answer they should have best Question..

Thank you Martins ..

Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Pain Passion Pathos of Laxmi Narayan Tripathi

My Guru And Me .. And My Poetry

Khushi Hijra Goddess Supreme Now

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And this is Khushi today , she has changed into a living goddess and diva, her sensuality is pure , there is total decency in her walk talk mannerism, and she loves her friends , while at Haji Malang she was being harassed by the crowds I protected her warning the guys if they touched her inappropriately I would kick them on the balls , so they moved away and she thanked me.

And she paid me back too when a hijra was being rude to me she stood up and lashed out at the errant hijra..she respects me and calls me Firoze Saab. She told the same hijra to go bring a cold drink for me , and the hijras from all walks of life respect Khushi.

I can go on shooting her non stop dont blame me as a poet , poetry goes beyond the written word , and Khushi is a poem of desirous delight.

Khushi is a ace dancer brilliant her body is absolutely fluid.. while dancing at Haji Malang guys must have thrown over a lac of rupees at her feet.. such is her demand and charisma.

She has her own apartment her own chauffeur driven car ..people send her proposals of marriage she refuses them all...young guys stalk her old men want her even children go berserk and women too such is the holistic endearing power of her beauty her body and musky smell if you happen to come close to her.. she is a poets dream that never ends..

Yes I confess as a man if any hijra could play magic on my libido or my soul it is Khushi.. and I say this as politely as possible without lust or obscenity.

She allows me to shoot her and because I shoot her as a poet I capture her inner angst her languish her desires and her longings to live life fully...

Women kiss her hands place their children in her laps because they knows as much as I know if Khushi touches them their lives will change for ever..

Sadly Khushi has not touched me as yet but I do get touched by warrior queen goddesses and their lives change instead they get back what they lost leaving me more empty handed than before .. yes being human is a very easy undertaking try living as a poet for a day.. you would die with the weight of the cross of trials and tribulations that don't end.

And there was a poem here but I let it fly away from the windows of my restless mind... restlessness brings forth poetry...poetry is the essence of life bringing in close proximity to the maker the greatest poet of us all...his poetry has no beginning no end...we are the words of his fancy and his procreative fecund mind..

I think I did write a poem after all...

Now You Know Why Bloggers Wont Be Hired By The Press

The Beggar Poet And His Hijra Muse

Laxmi Narayan Tripathi In The Leopards Lair

Khushi From Mumbai Before

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She has changed today she is svelte desirous and slim and seductively charming, she has her own chauffeur driven car, she is well groomed , adab tehzeeb , and respects me immensely.

If any hijra or transgender impressed me it is Khushi and she is siren , he is so good , that I could go on lavishing praise on her for ever.

Her sensuality is out of this world and she does not mix nor does she lead anyone.. she does not give she does not take..

She is a performer one of the best dancers on the wedding circuit..she need not stoop to conquer..
She loves her ailing mother is a devout Muslim ...

She fasts during Ramzan does charity and prays does Ibadat...and this picture I shot years back at Simran transgenders birthday party.

People have offered to marry her but she refuses them all ..

And she was to visit my house to meet my family and specially my grand daughter but it has not happened as yet.

A Message From The Gay Prince of Raj Pipla To Me

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Laxmi Narayan Tripathi My Hijra Guru

Shia Kyon Khoon Bahate Hain


woh zamane ko
ek aisi haqeeqat
batate hain
apne khoon se
ek gham ka
fasana sunate
hain karbala
ko apki ankhon
ke samne
le atey hain
gar sab mil gya
aur hussain
na mile
woh jannat kis kam ki
ap ko samjhate hain
ek man ki ansu ki keemat
ghame hussain se
chukate hain
is liye ap musalman '
ham shia kehlate hain

SHAH AST HUSSAIN - MY SHIA SITE





http://shahasthussain.blogspot.com/

Friday, October 21, 2011

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One fucked
aspect
 of Blogspot
I hate
as racially
multi tasked
outside
 the gates
 i wait
of a white
mans world
as my blog
 treated
as positive
putrid  spam
my cosmically
fetid fucked fate
my poetry
 passion
pathos
once again
 it berates
my angst
it liberates
i hide my face
shamed
as i waste
from flickr
to blogspot
cant copy
or paste
word verification
on my multi colored
ass like a bomb
detonates


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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Shia Hindu

http://www.flickr.com/photos/firozeshakir/6248509150/ 208,671 items / 1,709,368 views A person came and asked me why Shia Hindu.. I told him I am a Muslim born in a Shia family follower of Ali and Hussain .. and Hindustan is the country that Imam Hussain wanted to come to during his conflict with Yazid of the Ummayad Caliphate , Yazid was a pompous brutal tyrant despot and was hell bent on seeking the allegiance of Imam Hussain the grand son of the Holy Prophet and son of Imam Ali.. Imam Ali was cousin of the Holy Prophet and his son in law married to his daughter Princess Fatima. One of the reasons why Imam Hussain liked India or Hindustan , was because of its hospitality , and most important he wanted to avoid bloodshed and killing of Muslims by the Muslims a thought that is of greater importance today where Muslims love killing Muslims. I love my country its culture my roots I love my Imam and both my Shiasm and my culture are embedded in the soil of my birth..I shoot Hinduism my thread of thought known as Hope and Hindutva a Message of Peace and Humanity.. So I explained this to the person , who later at the end of my discourse confirmed he was a Shia too and had seen me during Moharam processions where I cut my head during Ashura and Chehlum in memory of my beloved Imam.. Brahmins Fought for Imam Hussain in the Battle of Karbala by Rakesh Sharma Hindus have a long association with Iraq and Muslims. Please read the article below: The presence in Arabia of many Hindus. mostly Brahmins. before the rise of Islam, has been recorded by the historian Sisir Kumar Mitra, in his book ‘The Vision of India’. page 183. These people observed Hindu religious customs, including the worship of Shiva and Makresha from which the name of Mecca is said to have been derived. The famous astrologer Yavanacharya was born of one such Brahmin family. It was from these Brahmins that the Arabs learnt the science of Mathematics, Astrology, Algebra and decimal notation which were first developed in India. At the time of the war of Karbala (Oct. 680 AD). Rahab Sidh Datt, a potentate of Datt sect, was a highly esteemed figure of Arabia due to his close relations with the family of Prophet Mohammed. In the holy war when no Muslim King came to help Hussain. Rahab fought On his side mld sacrificed his seven sons (named Sahas Rai. Haras Rai, Sher Khan, Rai Pun, Ram Singh, Dharoo and Poroo) in the bloody war. A Brief Account of the Episode: After the death of Mohammed, he was succeeded by Abu Bakr, Omar and Osman, as the Caliphs: all three were related to him by marriage alliances. Osman was not popular and was assassinated. After his death, Hazrat AlL the son-in-law of Mohammed (he was also his first cousin) who was married to the Prophet’s third daughter and the only surviving issue, Bibi Fatima Zahira, became the 4th Caliph. There was stiff opposition to Ali’s rule from Amir Moavia, a known protege of Osman. He fought with him a bitter war for 5 years and finally got him murdered in a mosque of Koofa, his mausoleum with a golden dome, stands in the nearby town of Najaf (Iraq). After the extermination of Ali, Moavia grabbed the Caliphate and converted the Islamic state into a kingdom, After his death, his notorious son Yazid became the next ruler. However, the rightful claimants of the Caliphate were the descendants of Hazrat Ali, namely, Hassan and Hussain. While Hassan abdicated his claim to the crown and later died of suspected poisoning, his younger brother Imam Hussain who was till then leading a secluded life in Medina, came out and challenged the usurper, Yazid. It was the war of attrition between the two which led to the bloodshed of Karbala (102 km south of Baghdad), on Oct. 10, 680 AD. The participation of the Mohyals Brahmins and more precisely that of a Dutt family living in Arabia at that time, in the holy war, is a fact of the history. They were a part of the entourage of 200 men and women, including 72 members of Hussain’s family (40 on foot and 32 on horseback), when he left Medina and made an arduous trek to Karbala, where he had a large friendly following. After 18 days, i.e. on the 2nd. day of Mohurrum, the Hussain’s caravan reached Karbala, on the bank of river Euphrates and surrounded by a hostile desert. On the 7th day of Mohurrum, all hell broke out when 30,000 strong army sent by Yazid from Mecca and other places, attacked them. 6,000 soldiers guarded the river bank to ensure that not a drop of water reached the Hussain’s thirsty innocents. By sunset of 10th (Ashoor), a Friday, all were dead including his step brother Abbas (32), his son Ali Akbar (22), daughter Skeena (4) and 6 months old infant Ali Asghar who was killed by an arrow while perched in his lap. Imam Hussain himself was slain with thirty three strokes of lances and swords by Shimr, the hatchet man of ignominious Yazid. The ruffians of Yazid, as they ran carrying the smitten head of Hussain to the castle of Koofa, were chased by Rahab. He retrieved the holy man’s head, washed it reverentially and then carried it to Damascus. According to legend, he was overtaken by Yazid’s men during his ovenight shelter on the way. They demanded Hussain’s head from him: Rahab executed the head of one of his sons and offered to them. They shouted that it was not the Hussain’s head, then he beheaded his second son and they again yelled that it was not his. In this way Rahab executed the heads of his seven sons but did not part with the head of Imam Hussain. Later, after one year, it was buried in Karbala along with rest of his body. The intrepid Datts rallied round Amir Mukhtar, the chief of the partisans of Imam Hussain, fought with extraordinary heroism and captured and razed the fort of Koofa, seat of Yazid’s governor, Obaidullah, the Butcher. After scoring a resounding victory on the battlefield, they beat the drums and yelled out that they had avenged the innocent blood of Hussain shed at Karbala. It is also significant to note that even before the Karbala incident, Hazrat Ali had entrusted the public exchequer to the regiment of the valiant Datts, at the time of the Battle of Camels fought near Basra. The above provides an impeccable evidence about tha pragmatic role played by the Datt Mohyals in the catastrophe of Karbala. There are more than a dozen ballads composed centuries ago which vividly and with great passion describe the scenario of the historic event. Interestingly, in the Preface of his famous historical novel, titled Karbala, published in 1924 from Lucknow, Munshi Prem Chand has stated that the Hindus who fought and sacrificed their lives in the holy war of Karbala, are believed to be the descendants of Ashvathama.This clearly establishes their link with the Datts who consider Ashvathama as an ancestor of their clan. Later on, when Sunnis let loose an orgy of vendetta on Shias and Datts, Datts returned to their motherland around 700 AD and settled at Dina Nagar, District Sialkot (vide Bandobast Report of Gujarat by Mirza Azam Beg page 422 and folk songs) and some drifted to as far as the holy Pushkar in Rajasthan. Starting from Harya Bandar (modern Basra on the bank of river Tigris) with swords in hand and beating durms, they forced their way through Syria and Asia Minor and marching onwards captured Ghazni, Balkh and Bukhara. After annexing Kandhar, they converged on Sind and crossing the Sind at Attock they entered the Punjab. An ancestor of Rahab named Sidh Viyog Datt assumed the title of Sultan and made Arabia (old name Iraq) his home. He was a tough and tenacious fighter. He was also known as Mir Sidhani. He was a worshipper of Brahma. He was the son of the stalwart Sidh Jhoja (Vaj) who was a savant and saint and lived in Arabia (Iraq) around 600 AD. The supporters of Hassan and Hussain honoured the Datts with the htle of ‘Hussaini Brahmin’ and treated them with great reverence in grateful recognition of the supreme sacrifices made by them in the war of Karbala. According to Jang Nama, written by Ahmed Punjabi, pages 175-176, it was ordained on the Shias to recite the name of Rahab in their daily prayer. At the time to the Karbala, fourteen hundred Hussaini Brahmins lived in Baghdad alone www.qatarliving.com/node/12239 article courtesy smma59.wordpress.com/2007/09/19/brahmins-fought-for-imam-...

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

All my New Posts Poems Blogs only At Flickr.com


All my blogs on Shiasm Sufism, Hinduism Christianity , Occult, Mysticism, Street Photography.. all my blogs on Hijras my poems street photography can be viewed at Flickr.com the source and archives of all my works.

I dont blog at Blogspot as it is has a punishing tool called Word Verification that considers me Positive Spam..so I decided not to take anymore of this robotic humiliation.. Blogspot Sucks.

I am on Google+
I am on Twitter Too
I am not on Facebook. I deactivated my account for personal reasons

Flickr  one of the best photo management site
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My Flickr  208,442 items / 1,705,552 views all at Flickr

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I Complete 199000 Photo Blogs At Flickr.com




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Without you out there , without my friends on Flickr Facebook Twitter Indiblogger I could not have reached this far, a journey that began here at Flickr.com in June 2007.. And above all I thank Flickr Support and Management , for allowing me to showcase my world and I thank Dr Glenn Losack MD who gave me two years Pro membership and this current Pro account that was given by a benefactor a person I do not know but who is my friend now..

I am a street photographer and honestly I shoot shit lying on the road obstructing my barefeet path , I shoot garbage , I shoot what you see I shoot what God shows to me and I shoot darkness in the soul of Man..

I dont promote any religion I dont proselytize I shoot pain as an Indian who calls himself a Shia Hindu.. I am perhaps one of those wretched unpublished poets of India .. I write the poetry of pain as I see it on the consciousness of my camera.

And when I die this account will be deleted for all you know , I have saved nothing I am a seashell kissed by the waves of time..

I will leave my camera eye to my grand daughter Marziya Shakir 3 and a half year old worlds youngest street photographer  .. she will be the inheritor of my camera vision but not my dark world of doom or despair..

And I shall soon complete my 200000 blog too.. yes it is possible.. everything is possible as Anna Hazare has proven that a new world is possible provided we collectively make it happen..

And though my wife hates blogging , she gave me space , she cribbed she blew her top, we fought we still fight but than I am  nothing  a barefeet blogger  a power bauble held in the destiny of a blog.. She gave life to it.. Thank you Dear One..

And I cheated on her was one of the reasons she hated my romanticism held to the soul of my angst and my blog..

And once again I thank Zain Hussain for giving my grand daughter Marziya Shakir a Nikon D3100 camera kit and this is one gift of friendship love affection I shall never be able to forget in more than one lifetime..

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Dead End Called Blogspot


I have stopped blogging at Blogspot the only place that refuses to change with the times ..Blogspot Sucks


All my blogs at

http://www.flickr.com/photos/firozeshakir/

Thursday, June 02, 2011

I Wont Be Cross Blogging From Flickr To Blogspot Anymore

St Michael Church Mahim Novena Wednesday

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This was short yesterday from my cab I had to go to Mahim for urgent work on my way back i could not get a cab and walked in the hot sun from Mahim to Bandra ..I could not find Appu my friend beggar without hands or legs so I came via the Marriammen Temple Macchimar Colony Mahim..shooting street pictures ..

And my link button that cross blogs my post from Flickr to Blogspot is not working I will stop posting my stuff at Bloggers .. Google Sucks anyway...

Mona Darling





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This is my only set  Simran Dancers Birthday Party on Flickr that needs to be urgently updated but I do it in bits and parts .

This was the first time in my life I shot the hijras transgender and the ladyboys of Mumbai the underbelly of the third sex so closely.

And I did not stay too long but I shot without scrounging , I shot the dark soul of the Androgyne.

And my fascination for the third sex has nothing to do with their sexual orientation , it is not for titillation , my document is the poetry of their life I shot as a poet in blank verse.

I dont think I shot Mona when she was changing almost semi nude  transforming  from man to women ..she tried to provoke me with the naughtiness of her androgynous mind and deviousness but I was not interested.

I shoot hijra oomph , tits and all to show you their quest to attain womanhood ..even motherhood a hijra breast feeding a child that I shot at Haji Malang..it was poetry and not porn or semi porn...

At Flickr I am blocking people who innocently add me as friend or contact because they read me wrong in spite of my profile picture my profile status my likes my dislikes.

I am not a poster boy I am not interested in the collection of your genitalia pictures your kinkiness your fetish.. I am not interested in how big how small keep your masturbatory stuff for your kind I am not interested...and yet they keep adding adding me.. luckily my comments are off .. only for my very selective friends.


And I have updated this post now , I shoot people like I shoot the streets I am a street photographer and the hijra is a one way street of pain a cul de sac of chaos and utter confusion on the soul of humanity.


Perhaps in all humility I might be having the largest collection of hijra pictures but I never got them easily I took risks I took my chances and I shot the hijra angst...everyone likes my hijra pictures it keeps them entertained my hijra poems and hijra stories but I took real pains to capture them hijras are like flamingos in mudflats and I shot them in mid flight broken rhyme broken wings.

People steal my pictures use it as their profile pictures to con the gullible who loves hijras hijra sex and hijra flings , here at Flickr and at Facebook too, it hurts me and with my picture as their profile avatar they send me friend request that fucks me dry with my clothes on..

I am not a chutiya for gods sake I have seen more life than most of you.. I mean it..

I dont sell my pictures my text my poems or my blogs I am free for all a whore on the internet myself I give it to you without holding anything back..

And I hope this time someone out there buys me a pro Flickr membership when my membership ends In September...as I am fucked and flat broke..a whore is a whore is a whore even in the guise of a photo blog...

Thanks for stopping by...reading the poetry of my soul too... Flickr wont give me a Pro free account that is for sure..not even a good camera courtesy Yahoo ... and Google Search uses my pictures too without even having bought me a cheap second hand lens..

This is known as  one side fuck on the internet.. the bloggers ass is always there pants down ...

Does She Know That Her Mother Begs To Make Ends Meet

from a
bleeding womb
into a vicious
world
her life
incomplete
her fathers seed
dreams
deleted
bitter sweet
in scorching
mumbai weather
a fluttering
heart beat
her future
inconsolable
in summer heat
her fate even
being a muslim
her prayers
cannot cheat

The Facebook Dog

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my hopes
my dreams
my aspirations
on the side walk
a speechless
pain wont open
its mouth or talk
what is mine
i am not yet
ready to hawk
fragmented genius
shut doors and a lock
romancing a stone
was like making
love to a rock
the spirit was willing
it was my flesh
she mocked
ignored
permission
revoked
deleted doomed
forever blocked
pathos passion
agony anguish
of a facebook dog
tears on the soul
of a poetry blog

She Wanted Me To Take Her To Ready First Day First Show

But I was not Ready,..
the flesh was weak
the spirit was unsteady
her musky smell
intoxicating heady

Stop It ...

My Fucked Barefeet

My Breakfast Costs Rs 10..

There Is More Graffitti On Facebook Wall Than Anywhere Else

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

A Blogger In A Mouse Trap

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painted clown
fucked madcap
to a death chair
of memories
she left him
strapped
his deleted
dreams
he took a rap
on the soul
of his poetry
her hands
she clapped
deviously
demonically
cunningly
with cruelty
pain overlapped
sweet syrupy
words a poet
honeytrapped
hitting him
hard on
his knee caps
using his
poems as
recycled scarp
a smelly cat
comfortably
sleeping
in someone
else s lap
used abused
a blogger
was merely
a stop gap
deleted doomed
buried in
an unmarked grave
in burlap
a poetic pause
as recap
romancing
a stone
impending
mishap
one sided love
a painful
delirious
disastrous
death trap

The Human Horse of Marriammen

Pulling a Van With Hooks In The Back

Pulling a Van With Hooks In The Back

Pulling Coconut trolley With Hooks on the Back

Marriammen Feast Macchimar Colony Mahim 2011

Pulling the Van With Hooks on the Back

Ever Ready My 189,000 Photo Blog At Flickr.Com

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Girl in the picture is hardcore fan on of Uncle Salman Khan and she is with Goddess Marriamen's prayer thali offering her prayers to the success of Ready.. and super success of Salman Khan.

For Dabbang I had carried 5 tickets first day first show Rs 5001 and ladoos given to me by Supermom of Sonakshi Sinha Mrs Punam Sinha .. to place at the feet of Lalbagh Chya raja I gave her offerings to treasurer of Lalbagh Chya Raja Mandal Raju Langewal.. and what happened next I need not tell you or take credit ..

But Mrs Punam Sinha Ke Tofhe Se Lalbagh Chya Raja Bahut Zyada Khush Hua..

I had also placed a chaddar on behalf of Mrs Punam Sinha for Sonakshi at the Holy Shrine of Khwajah Garib Nawaz last year...

So the Gods are happy with Mr Shatrughan Sinhas family and this blog is my birthday tribute to Sonakshi Sinha..a family that is my extended family..

I have been a part of this family for almost 25 years..

And in all humility gratitude this is my 189000 photo blog at Flickr.com dedicated to Mrs Punam Sinha.. Super Mom No1

Marriammen Feast Macchimar Colony Mahim 2011

The Barefeet Blogger of Mumbai

Shooting Hope Hindutva As A Message Of Peace Humanity

Marriammen Feast Macchimar Colony Mahim 2011

From the beach heading to the Marriammen Temple Macchimar Colony via Mori Road takes over 4 to 5 hours.. lot of dance fun frolic on the way .. I left half way ...

Marriammen Feast Macchimar Colony Mahim 2011

Shilpas Relative Breaks Down On Seeing Her With The Rod In The Mouth

Pain is the Only Human Emotion We Truly Share With Everyone

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I met Shilpa this afternoon as I passed the Marriamman Temple Macchimar Colony today on some work..I had gone to Canossaa Convent to a friends workshop and this was at about 1.00 pm I was to meet a client at my workplace between 3 pm and 3.30 pm so I had time to kill and besides today being Wednesday I thought of searching for my beggar friend Appu who has no hands or legs so I walked from here , I could not find Appu they said he had stopped coming to Mahim .

From Budh Bazar I cut across to Moro Road shooting street pictures and reached the Marriammen Temple..I met Laxmi her family and Shilpa too they were not aware that I had posted over 900 pictures at Flickr.com of their procession and event. these are simple people low profile and not publicity hungry at all.

Shilpa I talked at end as her marks on her cheeks of the rod had healed , she told me she undertook the rod piercing ritual to ask the Devi to end her fathers ordeal , he was suffering from incurable chronic disease and TB too was in great pain and could not eat food only drank water.. for several months.

She prayed for her fathers death as it would end his unbearable pain.. Shilpa told me the day she pierced her cheeks that is Sunday was the day her father breathed his last he died peacefully the same day.. they had him cremated the following day after she had completed her ritual and her rod removed.

She was crying near the Marriammen Temple when she narrated this story to me and before she undertook the ritual she had dreamed she was piercing her cheeks ..

And the night I shot her with her rod in the mouth was a night of pain for me too...I wish I could have shot the removal of her rod at the Temple but I aborted this event halfway at 10 pm and returned home to Bandra this is the second lot I am uploading today.. pictures that were in the womb of my camera.

And while I talked with them at the temple I had no desire to shoot their pictures .. not even a single frame as testimony of my visit.. but I shot a lot of pictures as I walked from here in the hot scorching humid heat till my workplace and reached there in time by 3 pm...

I was totally drenched dehydrated but I did meet Mr Vikas Mohan at the appointed time..at my workplace.

Hanging Limes With Needles Attached to the Back

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Happy Birthday Ashok

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I would love to give you
so much so more
i told my home folk
also a facebook poke
but ashok
this barefeet poet
is always broke
his voice strangulated
by love before she left
she made me choke
luckily that one limb
did not get a stroke
from a nightmare
i awoke seminal
soliloquy
body mind soaked
blocked ignored
permission revoked
tell me ashok
why the is love
a riddle fuck a joke
god made women
to fuck menfolk
white and some egg yolk
the wrath of nemesis
fate invoked you
are lucky you dont drink
or smoke a rapier
edged sword your tongue
your wit god save
the asshole
whoever provokes
our own dear ashok
on his birthday
in the swimming pool
filled with champagne
doing breaststroke
raw human
totally uncloaked

The Death of the Gaothan..

Hafiz Bhai of Kings Shoes Linking Road Bandra