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I am into cloth business and along with it I continue my passion in modelling too. I hail from a conservative family of small business in wholesale market of Mumbai, situated in the lanes of Zaveri Bazaar & Kalbadevi and called M.J Market. It is the largest market of textiles in Asia. This is my ancestral business from the time of my grand father. This kind of business is also called (GAADI/BAITHAK). I had to continue my ancestral business, but the fire of modelling always remained within and I have made up my mind to continue in whatever hard work that comes my way.
Modelling started right from my college days, with a fashion show on the annual day, even though I was not selected because of politics. It hurt me a lot that time. But I made up my mind to do whatever hard work comes my way to become a professional model and work in the glamorous field of modelling.
My family also helped me in my interest, but had to carry on my family business too. I had to make my family happy by doing the business and myself happy by pursuing modelling and I am quite satisfied and happy. It gives me more confidence.
It is not easy to run a family business and also to carry on your passion for modelling. I was inspired by few top models, in the field on advertising and TV commercials. Some good friends have helped me a lot to pursue my DREAM in the field of modelling.
I started distributing my portfolio to all the agencies, production houses and model coordinators. I had to distribute my pictures, wait for audition calls, go for auditions, wait for selection / rejection!! You have to keep patience all the time. I have to perform dual duties, but my hard work has paid and I did get some good print ads and T.V commercials to my credit. I have to be very selective in taking my offers as I had to handle them both.
My advice to all the aspirants is to do whatever they are interested in and *JUST DO IT* at the end of the day you will be happy and that is success.
Lastly 'minimum requirements' and 'maximum adjustment' are the two steps to lead a happy and successful life.
Flora Fountain is a stone fountain situated in Fort business district in the heart of South Mumbai, Mumbai, India. Flora Fountain was built in 1864. The fountain depicts the Roman goddess Flora. It is now a heritage structure. It was built at a total cost of Rs. 47,000, or 9000 pounds sterling, a princely sum in those days.
The square in which the fountain stands was officially named in 1960 as Hutatma Chowk (Martyr's Square). City residents continue to use the term Flora Fountain.
Theatre is less important than life but what a poor life without theatre.
Theatre is my prayer ... my faith ... my love .... my life. I believe in 'parivartan sansaar ka niyam hai' said by Lord Krishna .
I try to bring the smallest change which I can in society through my creation.
It’s a high time to bring a change in our mindset too while approaching any Artists. It has to be understood very clearly that even they have the bills to pay, hence to be treated professionally. Besides doing theater, he also grooms new Talents at Bharatiya Natya Shikshapeeth. He signifies, new comers have to understand that though they dream aggressively to enter in TV serials and films, but theater is the only journey to boost their real talents from within to bring transformation in their acting skills.
Theater has a great potential to make the artists’ life more meaningful. Needless to mention the name of Sanjeev Kumar, Nassrudin Shah, Shabana Azmi, Anupama Kher, Kiran Kher, Paresh Rawal and many more such great stalwarts who started their life with theater and are still dedicated to it even after achieving the sky height success.
GZB WAP-5 30157 Heading light towards Kalyan Junction and there after Via Kasara it will head towards Igatpuri..
Behind the scenes..outtake from upcoming documentary about life on the Mumbai Pipeline.....
By Fabrice Bourgelle Pyres
Today the Shias celebrate Athvi the last segment of Moharam, which brings two month eight days of mourning to an end..Last year I shot the Athvi celebrations at Govandi, but I took a break from Govandi and the Hallauris..I decided to shoot the Amary Juloos at Malwani Malad , organized by Advocate Anwar Hussain Saab and his Anjuman.
There were 3 camels carrying the Amary , 5 Zuljanas , a Taboot and Alams that headed towards a short distance, there was hardcore kama matam and zanjir matam, I was quite tired and left by 8.30 pm..
All this was preceded by a Majlis at their Imambada , there was a huge crowd, men women and children as Malad West has a sizable Shia population.
My friend Mamdi was decorating the Zuljanas.
However there is nothing bigger than the Athvi in Lucknow or that of Mehmoodabad,, is all I can say, yet the Mumbaikar Shias leave no stone unturned to make their Athvi a day to remember..
There was a Athvi juloos in Mumbra too I am told I have never shot that as yet.
Habib Nasser my friend has gone to shoot the Athvi Juloos at Jaunpur..he will shoot the Navi tomorrow at Makbara Lucknow.
Today the Shias will shed their black clothes of mourning, pack them away till next Moharam, the blades , the kama all the inflicting instruments of pain, will be put back in the cupboards.
Tomorrow the Shias will celebrate the Mother of All Idds ..Idd E Zehra or 9 Rabillawal or Navi.
Navi is huge in Lucknow , at Kazmain at Nakhas and at Makbara..
Effigy of the killers of Imam Hussain, the enemies of Shiasm will be burnt, stoned , kids will pee on their remains..there will be Mushairas, and the Shias will let lose a volley of abuses on the killers of Imam Hussain.
The ladies of the house will cook Gul Gules and distribute it in the neighborhood...
In Mumbai it will be another day as usual..
Today I am saddened by the first page news in the Mumbai Mirror that has over blown a topic on Sunni Shia personal conflict that puts our city to shame.
Mumbai is another name for Mutual Coexistence .
Mumbai is another name for Hindu Muslim Amity .
Mumbai is another name for Muslims living in Peace irrespective of their sect.
I am a good Shia because my city has made me think broadmindedly, I am a Shia with an Indian Soul..
This morning I made sure I shot the Mahashivratri Festival to share with all of you, I believe this is not just an aspect of religiosity , this is a path that I call Hope and Hindutva.. a positive energy in the right direction..Hinduism is my cultural identity and I am proud that some call me a Shia Pandit.
The Ram Mandir at Bandra Bazar Road celebrates the Mahashivratri feast with devotion and spiritual humility ..
I shoot it every year..its the first time I shot it from within..this is a small set here at Flickr .
It takes two hands to clap, you give respect you get respect..
The Mumbai wall made up of so many bricks each holding a monument of our Indianness , beyond caste color or creed.
And when cracks start showing between the Shias and the Wahabbi adherents it hurts all of us as Muslims.
We have to live together , and settle our differences outside the court of law, and settle things mutually.
Most important as good Mumbaikars we should see our actions intentionally or unintentionally should not hurt the religious sensibilities of our neighbors..
We should bury the hatched and keep the disease of factionalism away from the soul of our beloved city.
I have al this to say on Mahashivrati day.. 2009
Lets make the right surroundings of peace love and harmony for our children.. let us not make them bigots..lets make them human and above all instill in them values of mutual respect..for each one of us.
Let us be Indians for a change..
About Mahashivratri
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maha_Shivaratri
Maha Shivratri or Maha Sivaratri or Shivaratri or Sivaratri (Night of Shiva or "Great Night of Shiva") is a festival celebrated every year on the 13th night/14th day in the Krishna Paksha (waning moon) of the month of Maagha (as per Shalivahana) or Phalguna (as per Vikrama) in the Hindu Calendar (that is, the night before and day of the new moon). The festival is principally celebrated by offerings of Bael (Bilva) leaves to the Lord Shiva, all day fasting and an all night long vigil.
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* 1 Samudra manthan (the Churning of the Ocean)
* 2 Pralaya (the Deluge)
* 3 Shiva's Favourite Day
* 4 The Story Of King Chitrabhanu
* 5 Rituals of Maha Shivratri
o 5.1 Other Traditional Worship of Lord Shiva
* 6 Mahashivaratri in South India
* 7 References
* 8 External links
[edit] Samudra manthan (the Churning of the Ocean)
During the samudra manthan (the churning of the ocean) by the Gods and demons, haalaa-hala, a poison, came out of the ocean. It was so toxic, it could have wiped out the entire creation. At this juncture, on the advice of Lord Vishnu , the gods approached Lord Shiva and prayed to him to protect their lives by consuming this poison. Pleased with their prayers, and out of compassion for living beings,Lord Shiva drank the poison but it was so intense that something was required to cool its effects as his throat became blue. Help was taken from Chandra( Moon God ) and finally a snake was palced aroung his neck which cooled the effect of the poison and the throat became blue.Thus Lord Shiva is also known as Neelakantha.This saga of hari-dasa story between Lord Vishnu and Lord Shiva, is often depicted in many hindu households.
[edit] Pralaya (the Deluge)
In another version, it is believed that the whole world was once facing destruction and the Goddess Parvati worshiped her husband Shiva to save it. She prayed for the Jivas (living souls) remaining in space – like particles of gold dust in a lump of wax – during that long period of pralaya (deluge) night, should, upon becoming active again, have his blessings, but only if they worshiped him just as she did then. Her prayer was granted. Parvati named the night for the worship of Ishwara by mortals Maha-Sivaratri, or the great night of Shiva, since Pralaya is brought about by him.
[edit] Shiva's Favourite Day
After creation was complete, Parvati asked Lord Shiva which rituals pleased him the most. The Lord replied that the 13th night of the new moon, during the month of Maagha, is his most favourite day. Parvati repeated these words to her friends, from whom the word spread over all creation.
[edit] The Story Of King Chitrabhanu
In the Shanti Parva (chapter) of the Mahabharata epic, Bhishma, whilst resting on the bed of arrows and discoursing on Dharma (righteousness), refers to the observance of Maha Shivaratri by King Chitrabhanu. The story goes as follows:
Once upon a time King Chitrabhanu of the Ikshvaku dynasty, who ruled over the whole of Jambudvipa (the earth), was observing a fast with his wife, it being the day of Maha Shivaratri. The sage Ashtavakra came on a visit to the court of the king.
The lord asked the king the purpose of his observing the fast. King Chitrabhanu explained that he had a gift of remembering the incidents of his past birth, and in his previous life he had been a hunter in Varanasi and his name was Suswara. His only livelihood was to kill and sell birds and animals. The day before the new moon, while roaming through forests in search of animals, he saw a deer, but before his arrow flew he noticed the deer's family and their sadness at its impending death. So he let it live. He had still not caught anything when he was overtaken by nightfall and climbed a tree for shelter. It happened to be a Bael tree. His canteen leaked water, so he was both hungry and thirsty. These two torments kept him awake throughout the night, thinking of his poor wife and children who were starving and anxiously waiting for his return. To pass away the time he engaged himself in plucking the Bael leaves and dropping them down onto the ground.
The next day he returned home and bought some food for himself and his family. The moment he was about to break his fast a stranger came to him, begging for food. He served the food first to stranger and then had his own.
At the time of his death, he saw two messengers of Lord Shiva, sent to conduct his soul to the abode of Lord Shiva. He learnt then for the first time of the great merit he had earned by unconscious worship of Lord Shiva during the night of Shivaratri. The messengers told him that there had been a Lingam (a symbol for the worship of Shiva) at the bottom of the tree. The leaves he dropped had fallen on the Lingam, in imitation of its ritual worship. The water from his leaky canteen had washed the Lingam (also a ritual action), and he had fasted all day and all night. Thus, he unconsciously had worshipped the Lord.
As the conclusion of the tale the King said that he had lived in the abode of the Lord and enjoyed divine bliss for long ages and now he was reborn as Chitrabhanu.
This story is also told in the Garuda Purana[1].
[edit] Rituals of Maha Shivratri
Tripundra refers to the three horizontal stripes of holy ash applied to the forehead by worshippers of Lord Shiva. These stripes symbolise spiritual knowledge, purity and penance (spiritual practice of Yoga), so also they represent the three eyes of Lord Shiva.
Wearing a rudraksha seed of the rudraksha tree, said to have sprung from the tears of Lord Shiva) when worshipping Lord Shiva is ideal. A rudraksha is reddish in colour with yellow stripes.
On Shivaratri, only cold water and bael leaves are offered to the Lingam. Other traditional offerings, such as bathing it in milk and Panchamruta (a mixture of milk, curds, ghee, sugar and honey) (symbols of sustenance), or annointing it with vermilion (kumkum) or white consecrated rice (Akshata) (symbols of fertility, or creation), are done on this day, when Lord Shiva is worshipped as the deity of dissolution [2]..
[edit] Other Traditional Worship of Lord Shiva
Main article: Jyotirlinga
The twelve Jyotirlingas (lingams of light) are sacred shrines of Lord Shiva, and centres for his worship. They are known as "Swayambhus", meaning the lingams sprung up by themselves at these places and temples were built there afterwards.
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Amidst bhelwalas, coconut sellers, rides for children, dancing monkeys, sand castles and a huge crowd of suburban mumbaikars, the sun goes down over the ocean. Troves of people visit Juhu Beach every evening to enjoy the cool breeze, take a dip in the ocean, and watch the sun going down.
Some people throw garlands into the sea, while a bevy of girls walk along the the water's edge, lost in conversation. A group of Hare Krishna devotees from the nearby ISKON temple sing songs and preach to a crowd of curious onlookers and a bunch of boys fly kites.
Sellers call out for their wares, but the chaat sellers are largely silent. They needn't call out to the crowds who patronise them anyway. A man with a basket of steamed peanuts walks past us and we exchange a couple of rupees for a handful of those little brown pods.
Footsteps in the sand, while you hold a lover's hand. Nothing can go wrong with the world.
The Shia children ,
To shoot this child I took her fathers permission, she knows that
what she s touching is a religious thing, and indeed it is the Taboot of Imam Hussain.
A replica of his coffin, bedecked with flowers at Kaiser Bagh before the Juloos.
A Shia child grows up fast on a fast track of Shiasm.
Her mother is the architect of her spiritual world, I say this as I watch sons wife teach Marziya to parrot words like Ya Hussain.
Marziya responds with gurgling sounds, that a normal two months old baby makes.
She is learnin grapidly she says Hi she says Hello...
And her mother takes her everyday cradled in her arms to the Majlis, the world around her, the cries the chant of Ya Hussain, all pervading her cosmic consciousness.
This is Shiasm, giving birth in the amniotic fluid waters of the euphrates held in the womb of Shia womanhood and motherhood.
We owe it to our mothers , our aunts , our grand mothers for keeping the flame alive.
The strength of our Shiasm lies in our Womanhood.
Mothers who carrying a baby on the waist two held to the hand go from one Majlis to another, poor sanitary conditions at Imambadasdoes not deter them, the kids are amply toilet trained , hardened to a life that seeks succour in Ghame Hussain.
Moharam is the pinnacle of a period od severity, no movies, no marriages , no parties, just black clothes and Ya Hussain Ya Hussain.
Before Moharam sets in the ladies of the House begin their arduous task of changing their life styles, the moth ball smelling black clothes come out from the trunks and cupboards the boys get their Zanjir blades out of the drawers still stained with dried blood of last Ashura matam , the house Imambada is decorated ,new patkas made fr the Alams, from gold brocade fabric, the Alams are sent to be silver polished..
This is Shiasm..
New Nohas , are noted down in the Byas or the Matam reading copy book..and the entire Shia household awaits the Chand of Moharam,, the Moon of Moharam.And my eyes are slowly getting moist as I remember my departed Mother who made us good human beings by just making us Shias..
Yes this is Shiasm.
Tolerance was the cornerstone of my Mother late Shamim Shakirs faith and creed.
Our house maid was an old Hindu lady we called Bai.. who would stand in a corner and slowly beat her chest repeating Ya Hussain , she taught me that Hussain is not a part of a Muslim Religion but part of a life to be lived.
Yes I am crying, as I showed the same respect to her beloved Ganesha and ate the Modak she offered me..
Yes this is pure pristine Shiasm of an ethos called Mee Mumbaikar..
This Hindu Maharashtrian lady from Colaba Military Quarters who worked at our house that belonged to the family of Nawab Kashmiri at Wodehouse Road made us what we are today, I remember her son Tulsiya too..
So simultaneously I remember my maternal grandmother Nazmi begum wife of late Daroga Nabban Saab of Pata Nala who would visit us and add the charm of LUcknow that we hardly knew I talk of circa 1955 .Or my paternal grandmother Khurshed Baji who too came to visit us from Vazir Ganj Lucknow.
All these collective memories become a part of our everlasting tryst with Shiasm.
With Marziyas birth they come out alive and her mother who has become the newest daughter of our family.
So Shiasm is feeling of self respect mutually respecting the religious rights of others and this all came to us as our ancestral heritage the gift from another Mother,
yes a Mother who lost everything the Mother of Hassan and Hussain.
Princess Fatima the daughter of the Holy Prophet.
This is what a picture does to the poetry of my soul..
This is a poem if you read it as such.. a poem of Human life
Yes this is Shiasm a poem of human life that we call Hussainiyat...
“Shah ast Hussain, badshah ast Hussain Deen ast Hussain, deen panaah ast Hussain Sar daad, na daad dast dar dast-e-yazeed Haqu-e-binney la ilaahaa ast Hussain”
“King is Hussain, King of Kings is Hussain/ Faith is Hussian, Protector of Faith is Hussain/ He gave his head but not his hand in the hand of Yazid/ Verily, truth is but Hussain.”
“Bache toh agle baras hum hain aur yeh gham phir hai/ Jo chal basey toh yeh apna salam-i-akhir hai.“
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I have always felt Hyderabad was home away from Home , and I have no Hyderabadi roots to speak of being born in Lucknow , my grandfather Daroga Nabban Saab was descendant of poet Mir Anis.
Yet Lucknow does not pull me the way Hyderabad does , and I dont know why , the Hyderabadi Shias I met the first time I shot Moharam were Sajjad Bhai Kazim and people of Choti Bargah, Alamdar bhai and his brother ..these people the elders and the kids of Choti Bargah, Naqi bhai who gives me shelter in his house became my extended family..there are many I am bad with names but luckily I dont suffer from memory loss like Mr CWG Kalmadi..
These are the Shia friends that call me insist that I come to Hyderabad for Ashura but somehow it is Bibi Fatima that chalks my itinerary of pain and Ghame Hussain..and you might not believe it I dream where I have to go and land up at that city ..like Chennai ..
Even when I shot Chennai Ashura last year I thought I would shoot 7 Moharam famous in Chennai and cross over to Hyderabad for Ashura but the Chennai Shias too would not let me go and I stayed back because of their humility and love .. In short the Shia is a great host his love for Hussain touches even the non Muslims.,,
This year I will go to Jammu, I met a noble lady head of the hijra community of Jammu Kashmir in Ajmer , she is a Maulaiee and highly respected by the Shias of Kashmir for her hospitality and Azadari.. Sarah Haji , she was feeding the poor at Ajmer a Niyaz at her lodgings and I came to know her through journalist Nimmi Nadia and became their friends, and Sarahji asked me to come to Jammu so if I live I will go and shoot the Kashmiri Shias a Shia community whose love and devotion for Hussain is very intense.. almost mind blowing.
I cut my head fiercely with the Kashmiri Shias last year at Chehlum Hussain Tekri..
So back to Hyderabad..and this is new chapter a person connected to Hyderabad a Facebook friend whom I have never interacted , asked for my number last late night and spoke to me for an hour, he humbled me by my love for Ahle Bayt and my Moharam documentary , he invited me to Dubai for Moharam a trip all found , but I politely refused , his kindness his love for a fellow Shia I can understand respect , but I am a Shia who is poetically attached to his roots for me my Karbala is Hindustan.. and I am happy sharing Hussain I shoot in every city..of my Motherland...I am not a nationalist Muslim but yes I am a Hindu Shia the land that my Imam wanted to come to , because this land of Brahma Vishnu Mahadev had the most beautiful treasure Khuloos hosptality love for Humanity. that Imam Hussain projected and became with his supreme sacrifice at Karbala to save the Glory of Islam from the clutches a mass murderer drunkard and a lecherous rogue the greatest terrorist of all time no Razi Ullah Talah just lanataul Yazid..
If for whatever reason Jammu does not happen than I shall go to Hyderabad , I dont shoot Ashura in Mumbai , I am in Mumbai during Chehlum , I liked to shoot Athvi in Lucknow but I have severed ties with the city of my birth , and distanced myself from my heritage and ancestry..for personal reasons.
I am a Pucca Marathi having lived in Mumbai for 57 years my parents are buried in Mumbai and Mumbai is where my heart and soul is..Mee Mumbaikar Shia from Amchi Mumbai.
Like me my grand daughter Marziya Shakir who will be 4 years will shoot Moharam juloos in and around Bandra her genre is the boys zanjeer matam..
So this is my tribute to my Dubai Facebook friend.. ZH
Maulah apko apki family ko hamesha Salamat Rakhe..
Mumbai's main art gallery, just next to the Prince of Wales Museum, displays changing exhibits by well-known Indian artists.
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I have just come home its 4 Pm Indian or Mumbai time.
This morning at 11 30 am I skipped work, bare feet went to shoot the Maqdoom Shah Baba Urus that started today at Mahim, I got off at St Michael s Church and shot a kids solidarity march, holding hand , a long chain that would extend till Shivaji Park I am told..The school kids went mad seeing me in my Sabri cap, bearing the hot burning tarmac road of Mahim junction.
From there I came to Mahim Police Station where Firoze Rafaee , body piercer was having a recital, in praise of the Holy Saint of Mahim Police station, he is their patron Saint too, many of the murder mysteries have been solved by the cops invoking the help of the Holy Saint.
I met Senior Inspector Mr Latpate , of Mahim Police Station I took his permission to show you the saintly , the human side of Mumbai cops..
Beneath the khaki uniform , of the police man lies a fathers hearts, he feels pain as much as you and I do..
Without any police reforms it took a carnage of Mumbai to wake the city fathers of this horrendous fact..hundreds of lives , martyrdom of their fraternity and other men from the security agencies..
I begin a new series its a big fat memory card 2.5 GB cad..
This will be a long series a new set.. all at Flickr..so I wont be bumping other bloggers at Alpha Inventions..
The sad part is that there will be no celebrations this year , no Dhuni where the Chancawalli sufis sat..
This is a sad and somber Urus in memory of the dead Mumbaikars.
I shot the cops sandal, where they take turns carrying the holy tribute to the Saint of Mahim..
It was namaz time so I parked myself at Fahad Pathans house, his mother served me food after the namaz..
I came back again to shoot the Mahim Police procession,met Inspector Liaqat Shaikh head of the Maqdoom Commitee..
I burnt my feet too stepping on embers of loban, so this was a real painful shoot, I did not get a cab from Mahim to Bandra so I walked home limping..
Saif my son made hot water for warming my bare swollen feet with a dash of Savlon scrubbing the Mumbai dirt and grime from the emulsion of my bare sole..
The ladies have gone ourt for Moharam shopping, black material for making their mourning wardrobe..
The new set wll be my tribute to the Mumbai Police and the Mahhim Police Station..
I mer ex Sr Inspector Mr Joe Gaikwad too..he was in charge of the Mahim Station..some time back..
I will miss the Rafees , and I dont know whether I will back there , at the Dhuni where they sat it is an eerie deathly silence ..
I miss Handi, Hassan Ganda,Shahensha Baba..
And I sincerely happy that Dr Glenn Losack did not come to Mumbai to shoot this..
He would have been doubly disappointed..
Rain dance - a special treat at Island Club Resort. Mumbaikars get some relief from the heat while waiting for the actual monsoon to arrive
I was destined to shoot beggars ..they are connected to me cosmically.. I cannot avoid them.. thy cannot avoid me .. I shoot these representatives of God children of his lost tribe..
Muslim society cares a finger fuck for their beggars ,, beggars are needed for misplaced charity without rehabilitation..
Beggars are born every day ,, beggars die every day,,, no big deal.
Mumbai is the only city worth its salt that is a city of dreams for beggars ,,, and not because Mumbaikars are over generous ,,but a beggar will never starve in Mumbai,,, and the streets are his home ,,
I shoot beggars but Muslim beggars is my street documentary over 5000 images in this set on Muslim beggars at Flickr that I shot prolifically all over India that I visited .
A ban is a ban is ban they can do nothing about it , eat it or dump it , today being Sunday the Bandra Bazar Beef Market looked like a morgue , deserted and lonely .The beef butchers now buffalo meat sellers sat dejected ..even restaurant owners I am told dont buy this meat ,, most have shifted their beef items using chicken or mutton.
After eating beef for so many years , now trying to develop taste for buffalo meat might take a long time ,,,and ironically leaders who want us to go eat beef in Pakistan should be the first one to be sent there and their pompous ass whipped ..There is no stopping BJP Motormouths ,, mouths that were only born as Mouths without Brains ,,,
And the company that blames its HRD trainee for the letter and the goof up thinks we Mumbaikar are chutiyas ,, I mean every employee follows and implements the company policy written and unwritten..I was lucky all my bosses were Hindus ,,and in introspection I am lucky I never worked for a Muslim boss ,.. and I dont consider my stints in Muscat as Muslim boss as they were more racist as Arabs than as Muslims towards people of Indian origin..
The only Muslim boss I favorably worked for ever is Me ,, and at all times it was my Hindu employee who headed my vision and plan.
The one aspect remains if any employee ever harassed me , troubled me invariably it was my Muslim employee ,,,yes I am retired now but if I was to hire some one it would not be on caste color or creed only on Merit ,, politicizing this issue is unnecessary and shows as Indians we are regressive and still living in the dark ages..
Stress ... fear ... struggle for survival. Day-to- day existence for most of us has become like walking a tight rope. No matter who or what or where we are ... careful balance of life for every Mumbaikar is an essential skill.
Artist: Jayram Tanaji Gopale is from Sir J. J. Institute of Applied Art, and can be contacted on emails:- jayramgopale@yahoo.co.in - jayramgopale@gmail.com
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