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a street scene college girl
yet to come out of valentine
days spell wondering thinking
of moments now gone back
into a shell he did not call her
today all is not well nervous
soul of this comely belle ,,
on the other side the beggar
weaving dreams of coming out
of his bad days as he begs
outside a hotel dry day means
no clientele the boozers off
day he misses the whiff of
the heady smell.. a couple
had a tiff walking away in
anger love that stormy
emotions cannot quell
not in the picture the hotel
manger tells the beggar to
fuck off as he shouts yells
3 street stories running
simultaneously ,,in a nutshell
street photography is a textless
book of imagery shot as a novel
dedicated to my good friend kelly rae
a photographer in portraiture excels
kind humble bold beautiful rebel ...
every frame that evolves propels
A 2-page spread from the Atlas Elyden project.
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Moghul Masjid or the Iranian Shia Mosque is where exists a peaceful harmonious world away from the hustle bustle of Bhendi Bazar.
Its the only Mosque where personally I feel, God on his sojourns rests, and welcomes thse who come here to pray, listen to majlis or simply bask in the pristine surroundings of this awesome structure made with love for the Iranian diaspora by an Iranain merchant Mohomed Hussain Shirazi and his Lucknowi wife.
In the olden days when Mumbai was called Bombay, and most of the bakeries and quaint restaurants belonged to the Iraniand who had settled in this commercial hub on the west coast., so a Mosque was theneed of the hour.
I have shot the Moghul Masjid on many occassions, but this time I shot it from different angles , I felt a higher supreme being was coaxing me to take these pictures for posterity.
I had time to kill as I was waiting for a contact- an assignment was on hand after this.
It was a breezy Sunday afternoon, and there were a lot of tired souls resting, sleeping within its spiritual surroundings.
The Alam that was the center of a miraculous occurance a few weeks back, was still there without the spectral light, but now it has become a landmark Alam of Shia faith.
So I will be more textless in the following pictures , of my favorite ShiaMosque a safe haven even for lost souls like me.
A Shia friend a veteran of hardcore Zanzir Matam, perhaps seeing my web presence called me hurt, he was hurt because I posted pictures of Madaris, that is what he calls the Rafaes and their body piercing rituals.
I was happy he did not ask me why I shoot Hindu temples ,Christian churches, Hijdas, Eunuchs transgenders,naked Naga Sadhus..
I told him politely I am a Shia but also a person who believes in Inter-Faith and my pictures by the Shias should be seen as showcasing my Indianness, my culture and as photo journalism.
I shoot my Shia stuff to show my world of my religiosity to a western audience.
The Indian media has no time to post pictures of Shia blood and gore.
I do it with greater vengeance.
A feast called the Pitru Visarjan, that only the Bhaiyyas of Uttar Pradesh knew and celebrated a day before the onset of Navratri, , I bought it into cyberspace 100 files on my parent site.
And for shooting the Gol Deval a few years back ,a BJP volunterr had me taken to the VP Police station to be locked up, and unfortunately inspite of a press card Bandra Samachar, , the police asked me to come every following day to the station as though I was a terrorist, simply because I wear a turban.
I have never forgotten this incident, and the senior police inspector had also made me destroy my film role , and the greatest insult was to call Mrs Shatrughan Sinha , to ask her to vouch for me to the cops.
And I am a taxpayer and a citizen of India on the right side of the law.
This is after showing my Pan Card too.
This is the flipside of photography.
And if you tell the cops that you are a photo blogger , well you might be hitting your head against a concrete wall.
So to get a few pictures even of Madaris I would go all the distance to Haji Malang.