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Puente Si-o-se Pol

 

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Torres del silencio

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Bappa mandal lai lai abhari ahey :)

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Mezquita Vakil

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Mezquita Nasir ol Molk (Mezquita Rosa)

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Las Torres del Silencio

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Plaza de Amir Chachmagh

une de mes Peintures à l'huile et au couteau, réalisée en 1963,

d'après un modèle repéré et esquissé sur un carnet vite aux crayons de couleur sur le pont du bateau en rentrant d'Algérie en 1962.( je lui avais demandé d'où il venait, de Perse me dit-il, était Parsis mais vivait en Inde ).

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one of my oil and palette knife paintings, made in 1963

from a model spotted and sketched in a notebook quickly with colored pencils on the deck of the boat returning from Algeria in 1962. (I had asked him where he came from, from Persia he told me, was Parsis but lived in India).

Canvas size 45/35

presented in square mode for the photo

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Torres del silencio

The K R Cama Oriental Institute, a research institute in Bombay established in memory of the Parsi orientalist, teacher, and social reformer Kharshedji Rustomji Cama, who passed away in 1909.

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Mezquita del jeque Loft Allah

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Torres del silencio

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Mezquita Vakil

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Mezquita Agha Bozorg

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Mezquita Agha Bozorg

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Casco antiguo

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Plaza de Naghsh-i Jahan ó del imán Jomeini

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Plaza de Naghsh-i Jahan ó del imán Jomeini

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Casco antiguo

Y Borth Uchaf liw nos/ Upper Borth by night - Ceredigion ▪️ 'This is very revealing.

Bob Geldof tells the Sky anchor that Israel is lying, and the anchor almost falls off his chair.

"They're lying, did you say???" he blurts out, almost in shock.

Would there have been any shock if Geldof had said that Russia is lying? Or Iran, or China? Would there have been a shock if he said that the United States is lying? Or France?

I very much doubt it. There is an understanding that governments lie. Often.

Except for Israel.

Despite two years of almost non-stop Israeli lies - from beheaded babies, to Hamas headquarters under hospitals, to 'we'll stop the bombing if the hostages get released,' to 'there is no famine,' to

'the UN is causing the famine' - the anchor expresses surprise that someone would accuse

Israel of lying.

 

This may sound innocent, but in reality, it appears to be designed to make it as difficult as possible to convince the public that Israel is untruthful, particularly when it is obvious that it is.

The more doubt you can sow, the easier it is for Western governments to continue to support Israel's war crimes. This would be obvious to all if the anchor had expressed shock at someone questioning Russian or Chinese government lies.'- Trita Parsi - substack.com/@tritaparsi/note/c-139483183?r=3qbxbp&ut... ▪️ substack.com/@deaglanomulrooney/note/c-139843535?r=3qbxbp...

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Mezquita de Jameh

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Plaza de Naghsh-i Jahan ó del imán Jomeini

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Palacio de Golestán

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Mezquita Nasir ol Molk (Mezquita Rosa)

Mrs Darukhanawalla is a very kind Parsi lady who has a sandalwood and agarbatti shop next to the Tata Agiary Bandra Hill Road.

We have known each other since a very long time, right from the days she used to see me drinking away early mornings at the Iranis a beer joint now defunct..at Bandra opposite the old New Talkies now the Globus mall.

It was here where all hardcore early morning tipplers of Bandra met for the Uttara..

Beer was served here or booze that was peg system.

You could have brun and kheema as acccompaniment..

Mrs Darukhanawalla would see me and give me a smile but always praying that I get out from the clutches of my alcoholic stupor..

I did and so Mrs Darukhanawalla who stays at Bandra Chinchpokli Road is a very special person.

 

Mrs Darukhanawalla died this year..

Parsi Point: This scenic point is situated on the way to Mahabaleshwar, and overlooks the Krishna valley and the blue shiny waters of the Dhom Dam.

 

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Aubervilliers, avril 2017.

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Puente Si-o-se Pol

 

Life is like watermelon, may be sweet or bitter.

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Casco antiguo

I got the link of this picture of Keith Kanga my childhood friend through a Facebook message from another friend Rama Sethu Ranga Nathan November 2 at 10:54am

  

Dear Mr.Firoze Shakir,

Salam Mala Kum.

 

Greetings from Chennai.

 

Madukar Chandradas Was Also a Singer from Atomic Forest an

old friend of mine.In this collection you may see some of your friends and the Granny From Johnny's castle

 

I will be in Mumbai from 11 th Dec to 17 th Dec.for an AA Conference in St.Pious Church in Goregaun.

 

Would like to meet you and go on a street Shoot with you.

Kindly send your contact phone no's.

 

My respects to you.

God Bless.

Regards.

 

Rama Sethu

 

So with humble apologies to Madhoo I post this picture of Keith Kanga founder of Atomic Forest that was in the beginning was known as 100 Ton Chicken.

 

Keith studied at Cathedral & John Connon school for a short while and his principal those days was Mr Gunnery , Keiths life story is a saga of pain doom and misplaced martyred destiny.

 

Keith was one of the richest kids of mixed parentage his father Dossabhai Kanga was a Parsi businessman , highly educated cultured , and owned the famous New Era Printing Press at Worli , I saw his father once and that was when his body was being taken for funeral , I still remember it vividly.

 

He left behind his widow Gwendolyn Keiths mom and Keith..and a palatial house at Khatau Bhuvan that later on came to be called Jony Castle.

 

Keith mom sent Keith to a boarding school in Darjeeling and when she missed him , she would request my mom to allow me to stay with her this was my proximity with this motherly lady, the most beautiful the most gorgeous that God ever made.

 

I slept in her bedroom and we would endlessly talk about Keith she loved him far too much her only son and its tough to retrieve the long lost memories from the recycling bin of a past that has moved away fast and faded too.

 

I am 58 years old so memory is not in the best of health to reminisce old times..

 

Keith had a vibrant Parsi connection Keki Uncle Jangoo Uncle and many uncles as his mother loved company and lived on the edge , heavy drinking and late night parties was the order of the Kanga house.

 

Khatau Bhuvan had two wings I stayed in a servants quarters with 3 rooms at Wing A and my father Mohomed Shakir was the tenant of Late actor Nawab Kashmiri's family.

 

Nawab saab was already dead when we moved here from a hovel at Kurla and my dad worked at N Swamy Rao Tailors Wodehouse Road those day early 50 s .

 

Keiths mom died of cirrhosis of the liver, and after a legal battle Keiths custody was granted to his maternal grand mother we called Granny instead of his Parsi relatives .

 

Thus began the rise and fall of Keith Kanga the pioneer of Rock in Mumbai perhaps India too.

 

And I shall continue this episode on the picture of Granny in my next post.

 

We moved away from Jony Castle in 1963 and a short stint at Breach Candy we finally made Mohini Mansions Strand Cinema our home and I met Keith on and off.

 

In the 70 s I joined Burlingtons of Bombay at Taj Mahal Hotel and every night after my late shift I would meet Keith Kanga at Slip Disc the local hub of Rock Music and sit and chat with him..and he was very fond of me..

 

I called him Baba like all others did.

 

But before this meeting my father suffered a great financial loss and he was totally destroyed both in mind and body and this was during my SSC final exams , he had sent my mom sisters younger brother to Lucknow , Shakil one of my other brothers stayed with him in a lodge and our house at Mohini Mansions my dad gave away on rent , I did not want to go to Lucknow because of my impending exams Granny and Keith immediately gave me shelter and I stayed with them for about 6 months till my exams got over and good times bought my mom and the rest of the family back to Mumbai.

 

Those six months with Keith and Granny and a pet dog called Fu Fu was part of my poetic illusions..

 

Granny though a Jehovah witness racist and bigot towards all religion liked me because she knew I was Keiths favorite , thus began my Bible studies brain storming and every means to make me a Jeovahs witness , my baptism was to take place at Cuffe Parade that was only a sickly beach those days opposite the Badhwar Park but to my good luck it rained and the baptism was kept for a later date..

 

I was taken way reunited with my family with no dent to my spirituality , Jeovahs witness those days was intense hate for all and I do not want to blame Granny for her actions she never stood up for the recital of the National anthem when the movie ended pretending she had an injured leg.

 

She and both her doting grandson were destroyed but a religion that was totally anti human and a Lost Paradise and a Shaky Watch Tower.

 

She did not like Catholics be it Philip or Erwie Vaz or Appolonius who was Keiths constant help and drug mate.

 

Jimmy Baria who stayed on her wing at Jony Castle was never spared for being a fire worshiping Parsi.

 

The only friend ours who got special treatment was Vimal from Sri Lanka his father was a goldsmith at Gazdar Taj Mahal...Vimal studied at Campion was close to Keith too.

Than there was Dinshah Sanjana Rayomand Framroze, Soli, and many others but yes I remember Neil Chatophadya ..

 

I had once gone to Pune when Keith played for Three Coins.

 

Atomic Forest jammed with foreign players too ..like led zeppelin

 

It was at a bar many years later after Keith got married was usurped cunningly of all his property by a wily landlord it is alleged that I saw his obituary he had gone into the world of lost dreams unannounced and it was Keith Viegas another friend who had placed the obituary.

 

Keith Kanga touched everyone and through my blogs bits of memories I share Keith Kanga with all of you..

 

Yes Friends Die Friendship lives on Forever like a drop of molten tear on a wizened cheek of Hope ..

 

RIP

Keith Kanga of Atomic Forest

  

Dinshah Sanjana

Amazing recollection Firoze. I never met Keith's mother as I befriended Keith when I went to the Cathedral senior school from the middle school in the 7th standard... but the fate our families were intertwined much earlier. The Keki uncle a...nd Jangoo uncle you speak about were my father's brother-in-law and brother. Keith was a big inspiration to me while I was young and searching for my path in life. There were two real bands in my neighborhood..Waterfront and Naked Earth which transformed into AtomicForest. They both impacted me greatly and made me realize that I wanted to be musician and walk this path for the rest of my days.

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