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Halt in your tracks
Charvi Gupta is fellow Simonite, fellow mumbaikar and a complete photography enthusiast (on the other side of the lens of course :P ). She was my sole female model on the winter break road trip and I'm glad there is only one of her kind! Good dj, always cheerful and a total show stopper at times. Lets see if she can stop a train in its tracks ;)
About this shot: We were driving down on Pacific highway as I observed a rail track. While I haven't been able to capture the whole scene, just to give you an idea, this track had a plateaus on the right, 6 lane highway on the left, and ocean thereafter! Had to try my luck shooting in the middle of a train track :)
Shot with 50mm, 1/30 of a sec, b+w polarizer. Kept the f at 2.0 to get a shallow dof. Added lot of details in the post process (refer 'freaky details' tutorial i shared before in one of my posts). Some soft focus on model's face and overall contrast and vibrance for the 'pop'.
Hope you like it :)
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Origin : Ruins for the Mahal
Location : Janjira Fort,Murud,Raigad,MH
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Camera Model : Nokia n79
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Mode : Landscape
yeah alog with many mumbaikars I also got stuckup because of the heavy rain....
but as always mombay never stops,I finally reached home safe and sound.:)
Thousands were stuck at railway stations, bus terminals and the airport, which was also shut down. Adding to their woes were several hundred trees which fell. Some of them damaged cars parked under them, others created road blocks.
i was not carrying camera along....but in flickr only found one photostream who could capture all this.
A man of sacrifice, man of courage but compassion-affection but still erring human.
What makes him apart was His capability to rectify the errors and learn from mistakes.
HDR image. 7 images used.
Appears as if the sea-link leads us into the sea :-)
Location : Bandra, Mumbai.
Bandra Bazar Road
flooded emotions in a swoon
from the Municipality
this is a yearly boon
open gutters
choked storm drains
unlike the craters on the moon
Oh to run away from Mumbai
settle in Dehradun
kids in Sherwood College
born with a silver spoon
but then on second thoughts
it is Mumbai just Mumbai in Monsoon
the rains seminal drops of a honeymoon
only the spolit sport municipality
keeps bursting this balloon
yet the resilient spirit
of a Mee Mumbaikar
the lovely month of June
when our beloved city
turns into a Blue Lagoon
Fuck Shangai Fuck Venice
Pedestrian cities out of tune..
no tsunami no typhoon
it is Mumbai Manoos
he whistles sings and croon
Yeh Hai Mumbai Meri Jaan
Baki Sab Lampoon.
The Whispering Venus
on the Sultry Mound of her Dune
Bollywoods Most Wanted
a poet a photographer a blogger
caricatured as a Cartoon
#mumbairains
#firozeshakir
#beggarpoet
for all its fame, success, power and peace mumbai/mumbaikars often turn to the almighty in temples, churches, mosques and often a combination of all three. the haji ali dargah located on a little islet of the worli coast is popular with the devoted, cutting across religious lines. here sufi musicians perform qawali, a devotional form of music. the setting with views of the city skyline, the lapping waves and the soulful renderings make for an engaging performance.
post here.
These are Bhaiyyas or migrants from either Uttar Pradesh or Bihar, a very hardworking , self employed community, who have come here to try their luck and make it big in Mumbai.
They ply their trade at the corner of Bandra Reclamation, and the poor class or migrant workers like them utilise their services.
They are cheaper than the salon, open air, you watch the traffic passby sitting here on a limping stool.. getting a clean shave.
The Bhaiyyas , it means brothers , but is used abusively by those who dont like North Indians here in the city of Peace and Commerce.
There is a cat and mouse game at play, the white starched mice all wanting to bell the cat, but is caught in a dilemma ,and a sense of suspense prevails...
Survival of the legally fittest..
Politics is an opportunistic game played by the politicians of all hues , hurt people but without making them bleed too much.
And than another group adds the healing touch...
I read so much between the lines like most of you, but there is no social will to implement , the law should be equal for everyone..
Terrorising humans on the basis of their region or their language is not the Indian way at all.
Building grand statues , parks to commemorate the grandeur of Dr Babasaheb Ambedkar is not what the great Doctor would ever want, specially if the people of the state are driven by economic failure of ther region to work in other states where they are treated like second class citizens is not the Indian way at all.
I have been to the city of my birth Lucknow and seen it with my own eyes , the disillusionment and sorrow of the common man.
Every government that comes has done nothing to halt the influx, every train from the North brings in dreamers , to Mumbai, and I agree with Shri Balasahb Thackeray , something has to be done to control this mindless pressure on the infrastructure of the city.
This the Central and the State government should work out amicably keeping in mind the right of an India to work and settle wherever he wants.
Mumbai belongs to India first and to Maharashtra second.
The Mumbaikar whether he is a son of the soil or a Marathi Manoos or a migrant or an old settler, should be given equal opportunity , equally respected
Beating people from any other region or State of India is not the Indian way at all.
I write this not for any reason but the hurt this new mantra of division is causing the milleu and the city of equal opportunity Mumbai.
Let us for once work out a working solution , with love brotherhood through a path of Ahinsa and Harmony..
Time for unfilmy Gandhigiri..
Mumbaikars take in the year's first sunset at Marine Drive.
As they say in a commercial here in India (for booze, I believe): "Make it large!"
Romans 14:8 -- 8 For whether we live, we live unto the Lord: or whether we die, we die unto the Lord. Therefore, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord's.
He came
He saw
He went
He was
with us
through
the holy
week
of lent
Through
Good Friday
Easter
spiritual
time
with the
mumbaikars
He spent
keeping us
happy
congenial
contend
knowing well
on His goodwill
His blessings
we wholeheartedly
depend
to my dear friend Anthony Posey in New Orleans
Another shot from my two day visit to Mumbai.. A common sight for all Mumbaikars !! Love the feel of the monsoon rains in this one..
shot from the opp 42nd floor of a tower .. wanted to shoot the panorama of it but tht was not possible .. there was some risk and some constraint .. so hv shot the extention in the seperate photograph from other side and will upload it soon ...
Shot with Nikon D3X @ EX Sigma 12-24mm F4.5-5.6 DG
Camera Nikon D3X
Exposure 0.01 sec (1/100)
Aperture f/6.3
Focal Length 12 mm
Mapping Privacy in Public Spaces Project: Findings by KRVIA Design Cell
BMW Guggenheim Lab
January 12, 2013
Dr. Bhau Daji Lad Museum
Mumbai, India
Where do Mumbaikars find privacy in their city? The KRVIA Design Cell talked about their findings from the Mapping Privacy in Public Space research project, conducted through the Lab’s run. They discussed their methodology and their experience in data collection across the Lab’s six sites, and shared the visual imagery and maps they created from their research from over 200 participants.
Photos: UnCommonSense © 2013 Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation, New York
The Dabbawalas are a quintessential part of the ethos of the city of Mumbai..
Dabbawalas are basically a group of service providers to office going people and to school kids, supplying the tiffin with their food to the destination of the person concerned, and they do it meticulously..they never Fail..
Their service has been evaluated as Sigma 6 endorsed by Forbes .
I have been shooting the Dabbawalas ,with spontaneous effort every time I spotted them, ..they are the vibrant spirit , unflinching devotion to duty..and proud Mumbaikars.
All their pictures and stories at my Flickr set ..on my photo stream.a
I was in the cab heading home to Bandra via the back lanes of Mahim.. My cab stopped for a while when I saw this man greedily eating a batatwada , I took this shot called him towards my cab and gave him money to have lunch..he hurriedly took the money and moved away as my cab moved ahead .
I meet a lot of people , and most of the time I dont have my camera , but than I use my mobile phone ,,I try to capture faces , pleasing poor faces , and some faces that can haunt you forever .
Does hunger have a Face ,, yes with a big glaring mouth.. outside mosques , restaurants dargahs you will find so many faces waiting for food , even the regular drugaddicts bums outside Mahim eatery that take money from the passing cars to feed the poor ,, which is pure business and nothing else ,,but there are a lot of people that go to sleep on an empty stomachs ,,I am sure of that ,,,
This morning I went for my walk after a gap of two days I walked about 4 km..than met the banana seller chatted with him , I had a small glass of wheat grass from my friend Mr Chandrashekar Rao he sells the tiny cup of fresh wheat grass at Rs 30 ...He is a nice guy , and has a lot of clients who drink a glass after their walks at MET Cricket grounds Bandra Reclamation..
I take a short cut through the Bazar Beef market and see their depressed faces and no buyers for buffalo meat ..I bought some brun and spotted the Bandra Bazar Road dump finally pained garbage bins ,, The most miserly agency with no clue about Garbage management at all, no vision , no love , no dedication is the Mumbai Municipality and those whom we elected for last 20 years dont really care a bit for Mumbai..
Mumbai is a duck that is kept only for laying golden eggs and they wont feed it all ,,let the rains begin and you will see for yourself and the Mumbaikar too has lost his passion to live , his soul has lost its humanity and has made him a robot , mechanical and he loves to be taken for a ride ,, with rhetoric's hyperbole and political empty hollow oratory.. Sadly those that rule Mumbai hail from other hick towns so far them it has been Nanded Nasik Latur Baramati and other towns for progress and development but never Mumbai.. Mumbai is the sacrificial lamb to be used for making generating their own personal wealth .. I dont know how to put it more succinctly
Like tears I have been shooting hunger on the streets of Mumbai I pay for their but hunger is a metaphor ..beyond th scope of th pangs of the stomach..
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This was shot many years back close to Wazirganj Lucknow I was with my mother in law Wassim Qazilbah, I could not give him a miss I stopped our cycle ricksha made my reluctant mother in law pose for him , she does not like street spectacles specially with a son in law who calls himself Shia Pandit and Shia Hindu ..and dresses and looks like one influenced sartorially by the Naga Babas of Junagadh Akhada.
And this was much before I became a Dam Madar Mang Ali Haq ..
The Jhaptat Street photographer was a humble kindly man and I have never forgotten him I still have the tiny picture he shot of me as keepsake memory..
There was a huge crowd as my brother in law shot these pictures and strangely I never went back to Lucknow ever again the city of my birth but not my karmic destination or karmic destiny..
Mumbai made me a Pucca Mumbaikar ..my genes my DNA firmly bound to Jai Maharashtra .. could never imagine ever living in any place but Mumbai...
And this was a textless post but inspired by the blog of fellow Indiblogger Umashankars Tented Image I added my two bits here ..
And most of my images need no text, they speak the silence of my visual poetry.. I have no mental blocks not as a blogger or a poet but never as a photo blogger .
I can confidently etch words at any given time make old pictures new bring them forward by changing the EXIF data as I have done here and add topicality to an old post.
And in all humility 238,702 items / 2,007,991 views is my bloggers long journey at Flickr.com that began on 10 June 2007..
Deepak Magic Eye another Indiblogger introduced me to Flickr in 2005 an account that I deleted soon after...we had met at Fotohing and Deepak is my oldest friend supporter guide on the internet..
My 4 year old grand daughter Marziya Shakir is net savvy, knows her blogs , and shoots like a Pro without intimidation from guys with beter cameras lenses and attitude too..she perhaps shoots silly pictures but they speak the language of wisdom and street sauciness .
The one year old blogger waiting in the wings street photographer Nerjis Asif Shakir shoots pictures like her sister Marziya Shakir, but she hits the shutter while I hold the Canon EOS 60D for her .
I tried to make her shoot with the Manfrotto tripod but the tripod in its normal state is taller than her and I hate to reach on tripods holding the camera with the strap around your neck ..is photography..
Nerjis Asif Shakir is a born street photographer ..with a cosmic eye that shoots pictures much faster than the Canon EOS 60D .
So sometimes reading another persons blog adds a continuity to his blogpost too..
Thank you Umashankar.
another top mast mumbakair: Mangal Pandey? right? Mast Mumbaikar online -
what do you think? See his peers by clicking on the picture.
When I come back from my walks I say Hi to lonely woman lover of cats , chat with her for sometime and take her pictures on my mobile phone .
There is something about her face , her loneliness and her love for her cats that touches me as a photographer and as a poet .
And I used to see her earlier too but I hardly talked to her , but the walks have changed me I talk to people find out what makes them tick..
Once when she was in good health she fed the stray cats at Bandra Bazar Road ,now bed ridden unable to walk she sits on this chair and watches the world from afar .
She sleeps outside her house on the chair instead of the comforts of her bed in her house , she does not get sleep in the house she tells me.
And do people in Mumbai care for the aged , I dont think so Mumbaikars are far too selfish by nature , they hate complications stay away from people ..I can imagine her joy if someone bought her a hot soup,,,someone from her building but her closest neighbor is a washing woman dhobis.
I give her food for her cats that I used to pick up from the beef market as the fish market opens pretty late ...now the beef market has shutdown completely because of the Beef Ban and it is tragic to see the doomed faces of the jobless day workers that sit here hoping against hope.
And than I wonder what would happen to the more bustling chicken market or the mutton market or even the Kolis at the Fish market if there was a total ban on eating non vegetarian,
Perhaps than only would the mutton market and chicken market fish market understand the pain of the beef butcher .
He has lost his only means of survival, most of the daily wage workers are uneducated , unskilled and the beef market was their enduring strength.
The food stall guy near the Sunni Mosque at Bazar Road one made kheema with puris now he uses gravy some peas and potatoes to make his dish bereft of beef , this was the daily breakfast of the ricksha drivers mostly migrants from North India who dont have a house but make do living out of their riicksha.
Though I must make a honorary mention be it the fat lazy Congress or the newly elected BJP , none are interested in making this making this market clean orderly , it badly needs an upgrade ..the beef butchers uneducated as they are blame our local representatives for taking undue credit for the beef ban without helping them get rid of their old stocks , those that shunned Congress and supported Modijis Sab Ke Sat Sabka Vikas are repenting for having being targeted for the wrong reasons ,, the rich Muslims have no problem perhaps but the poorest of the poor among Muslims has been left with darkness at the end of the tunnel.
And there were many beef butchers I knew at Bandra Slaughter House who must be be feeling robbed of their only means of living that they had.
I became friendly with the beef butchers lately as I bought beef heart for my Flowerhorns ..
Silhouette of Dish in an evening Sky.
Slightly Tinted for Contrast.
Satellite-Dish has brought Revolution and much needed Consumer Freedom in the Television Sphere. Consumers are no longer tied down by the monopoly of Cable Operators and poor quality feed.
However, these dishes deface the architecture and beauty of the beautiful buildings. Just imagine - 'n' members and 'n' dishes on the terrace of the buidings.