Echoes in a Conch- Photo Blog

I am a loner.

I think alone .

I belong to no groups even in real life.

I am married my thoughts walk alone , selfish, self centered, soliloquy of a spiritualy shattered in silence.

I am an old monk pretending to be a family man.

Life with its ups and downs keeps me afloat,like the man in the water that Dr Glenn Losack MD shot at Nasik.

He shot him in every possible position.

I told him I shoot situations where I dont spare or scrounge, I take it alll , like this Hanuman Temple shot in sudden bursts.

I am dragged here and strangely I stayed more than 18 years across this Temple and had never entered it even once..

It was just a few days back that Mr Dwarkanath from the Satghare Ram Mandir who had bought me here ..

I met the Sant or Holy Man Suryalalji , and we liked each other, two images engraved on a single coin, emnmeshed with our diverse but single Indianess.

He leads the prayers here, I have not heard his discourse , but he has chosen the path of peace through Bajrangbali...as Lord Hanuman the celibate monkey god is callled.

Jai Bajrangbali is a war cry too, and also a cry of help to the Lord during impending danger.

 

As a young kid I stayed Strand Colaba and visited with my Hindu friends the Hanuman Mandir at the junction of where the road is called Shahid Bhagat Singh Road and leads to my mothers house at 3 Mohini Mansions.. leads to my past.

 

Than I was intrigued by the Hanuman Mandir at Nakhas Lucknow which I shot during Ashura two years back.

 

Near my shop , a little disrance away is the Shree Ghanteshwar Mandir dedicated to Lord Hanuman , that I shot extensively its called the Temple of unending bells.

Each wish fulfilled and a bell is afixed at the porch.

 

So perhaps my wife a very simple woman, homely wise always found it stupid that I was shooting the same subjects over and over again...

 

But I think thanks to my no relply and my stoic silence in the face of adversity made her do a re think..she leaves me and my photography alone as long as I take care of her and her worldly needs.

 

Her spirituality is intact , namaaz, reading of the Holy Koran, unlike my fragmented one...

 

I am not a congregational man, I pray alone..

When I am capsized in my own future fears than I know he is holding me by the straw.. a thought that keeps me alive.

Its 3.40am in Mumbai , I woke up from my sleep to write this..

 

 

Another thing I must clarify here at Flickr, a lot of people add me as a contact or friend , earlier I would add them to in return, but now I am a bit discerning more attentive, I repeat I am not into sex for fun, body parts , wife swapping, and other fetish..

I am perhaps a conservative deep down..

I am not a transgender , I am not a cross dresser , I am not a soft porn man either nor do I peddle porn.

So I think those who add me should keep this point in view.

 

I am not a Hijda activist , but I write about their ethnicity.

 

My sexual preference , my favorite body part is my personal prerogative and I do not need to hawk it publically.

 

I am 10 months at Flickr..with 25166 photo blogs on diverse Indian culture.

 

I thank Tom- Do You Like It and Dr Glenn Losack MD allowing me to showcase their works on my photo stream.

Both are great American masters.

One in California the other in Manhattan.

Both close to my heart and soul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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