My Internet Connectivity Woes ..and Lalbaugh Chya Raja Visarjan.

My net is down according to my service provider it is due to some fiber problem my download speed is 4..89 mbps and upload is 0.43 ..No Uploads at all this one single image took 9 hours .

 

This happened on 6 morning the day I returned from shooting the Visarjan of Lalbaugh Chya Raja ..I had followed the Raja barefeet from his pandal his stage on 5 September 7 am till the following day 6 September 2017.

 

My service provider tells me it will take a few days to resolve till than I have to wait to upload 40 GB pictures I shot of Lalbaugh Chya Raja and this is our Prime Minister Modijis dreams of Digital India in Mumbai in Bandra home of cinestars and celebrities .

 

I can surf the internet but I cannot UPLOAD .. I am an incorrigible batch uploader ..I shoot a lot mostly storyboards of Indian festivals beyond caster color or creed or I must reiterate I shoot all creed that make up the handwoven weft warp of a silken fabric called India.

 

I cannot afford travel I cannot afford expensive cameras or lenses I am still using my old Canon Camras bought in 2011 .they serve my purpose and I shoot on my cell phone too ..mostly street and videos .

 

I shoot India only India I shoot I dont manipulate ..I use my photography not to blow my trumpet or boast of my prowess with the camera .My Vision as fucked as it humanly can be I am not and will not be lured by Artyness ..

 

I shoot life I shoot death sulking in the corner ...

 

I shoot Garbage the only exercise I shoot as Fine Art through the garbage I shoot if you see ruminatively you will discover the residents of my area ..like Balzac explaining the residents of Old Goriot exterior of people inhabiting within it.

 

My photography was born from the books I read my photography has its seeds that are Dicknsian.. I try to re discover Barkis Mr Heep Pegotty and fat boy all-be it in Mumbai.

 

My photography is Maupassant Balzac and a lot of haracters from Dostoevsky ..I did not read Indian authors my fucked bad luck..

For me literature was what you call Vision it was made in France ..I loved France I was crazy about France ,,I still am I have some great friends I speak a bit of Parlez Vous Francais .

 

Well back to my uploading problems they have made me sad as the pictures I have to upload are of the God of All Good Things Remover of Obstacles Lord Ganesha ..I hope I beseech him to remove the obstacle in my path as a thorn.

 

I have approached another provider but his menu card is that of a haute cuisine ,,I will have to wait and ponder ..I dont have wealth to squander or black money to launder ..

 

And this is a narrative after a very long gap but it is not a BLOG ..the quintessential blogger within me died of OD

 

..overdose killed the blogger

but it spared the photographer

Firoze an old monk a storyteller

so far up close on his past as

a blogger he fucked shut the doors

once this poet photographer was

a corporate whore in Bandra s premium

fashion store ..he walked away from the

glitz glamour big bucks to become a malang

humanly chores ..shooting the wilderness of

life essence and core I am what I am

but certainly not what I was before ,,

 

Today marks an important decision of my life that I will explain in the next post I moved out of Twitter my second online home I decided to get the fuck from a beautiful place a house that @jack built which has become a loony bin house of vitriolic abusers trolls and right wing violators of all aspects of Humanity .

 

Thank you all for your comments favorite and I am in my 10 year of humility at Flickr.com.

 

I am learning unlearning from all of you .. I cannot be you but through you I try to be myself ..

 

I wish Flickr had a retweet button lol

Done