hijras the third sex
life as a hijra
painful and complex
untouchables
objects
treated as society’s rejects
a cause sorrow despair
as after effects
article 377 the draconian
sodomy law ..anti human
life wrecks
hijras treated as criminals
always the main suspects
the hijra a better deal
from our society expects
like in tamil nadu
free sex change
free education
right to vote
a system without any defects
Thank You
Mr Karunanidhi
People of Tamil Nadu
for all the Hijda projects
the only state in the whole of India
where the Hijra as a human being
gets his due respect
hijras the third sex
life as a hijra
painful and complex
untouchables
objects
treated as society’s rejects
a cause sorrow despair
as after effects
article 377 the draconian
sodomy law ..anti human
life wrecks
hijras treated as criminals
always the main suspects
the hijra a better deal
from our society expects
like in tamil nadu
free sex change
free education
right to vote
a system without any defects
Thank You
Mr Karunanidhi
People of Tamil Nadu
for all the Hijda projects
the only state in the whole of India
where the Hijra as a human being
gets his due respect
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calling out
to hussain
the blood flowing
from the brain
hussainiyat
in a grain
an attempt
to spiritualize
my eternal pain
an attempt
to poetize my pain
tears on the soul of karbala
where truth was slain
so that for all eternity
Islam as Islam remain
free from accursed Yazidi chains
the blackest chapter of our history
as our blood explains
tabarrah on the killers
of imam hussain
reverberating
through streets bylanes
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a landscape of pain
when the blood dries
embedded
as ghame hussain
Hussainiyat in his eyes
a tragedy for which
eternity cries
Hussainiyat
the new name of Peace
verily a soothing
spiritual paradise
as long as evil lives
yazidiyat never dies
through bombs
suicide bombers
on humanity
to surprise
a hidden face
of a mass murderer
Satan in disguise
the world in his evil vice
not peace but everlasting war
that he sells and buys
discord
devastation
destruction
deathly demise
the unborn childhood
on the threshold
of this peaceful planet
forced to pay the price
rogue custodians
of religiosity
animosity on the rise
on the soul of our spirituality
tears from bleeding skies
an out of sync script
surely needs to be improvised
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The race had not started , so I had my fish thali got down to the beach and shot some cray ones ,the Murud beach is very quiet, isolated and full of the sadness of the sea, provided you stay the night over, leave the next morning via Alibagh and by boat..
The long 5 hour drive by public transport from Murud to Mumbai can break any camels back and ass too..
I had once come here with my wife when my life was down the bin..we both had come here to understand the flow of our desaturated lives..
I thought of her while taking this shot, I could have darkened this image, but I decided not to play God..and represent things as they were pictorially presented to me..
The title is a dedicated to my bruther Bernie in Chicago..
And thank you Fleur you haunt me in my wildest moments..you are a ray of sunshine when the restless soul is inundated with the grim tears of emotional vacuity.
Murud is a wordless poetry time..
It was afer sometime of loneliness I was greeted by Habib Nasser my friend who had reached the Vinayka restaurant with his gang..
This broke me from the retrospective reverie of my restlessness.
I needed company too..too much of silence can drain you of all your spiritual energy..
I start a new set at my Flickr photo stream, Murud Janjira bullock cart race 2009..
I left home this morning by train, a bus from Fountain to Regal..and a launch to Alibagh via Mandwa at 9.15 am..
I reached Alibagh an hour and a half later had some breakfast at Sumangal, I skipped going to Jayant Dhulaps house took a ST bus for Murud Janjira , it took 2 hours ..I was barefeet..
My friend Habib Nassar too was going to reach Murud Janjira he was on the next boat,the boat to Mandwa is after every hour..Habib and I had shot the bullock cart race at Murud about 5 years back, I was going after 3 years.
I reached Murud and walking barefeet on the newly tarred road was another experience of sorts.
I reached Vinayaka the beach restaurant at Murud that belongs to my friend Sunil..his bullock cart was in the race , it was first in one round but before reaching the winning post it swerved away from the path and was disqualified.
I had a fish thali for lunch.. I met the director Karan Razdan who was at Murud location hunting for his new horror film,we had a nice chat..
The race had not started , Habib came after some time, but had to leave back, so he left his videographer Sadiq to shoot the event..
My very close friend Kiran Batham arrived he was shooting the event for Sahara Samay the newspaper he represents..Kiran is a Murud local guy.
The race started , it was not as exciting as Alibagh, but I got some rare bullock accident shots,we left the race after the finals , taking a bus from the Murud depot which left Murud for Bombay Central at 6.45 pm.. It reached Alibagh at 9 pm..
I got of the bus at Sion, hopped into a rick to reach home at 11.45 pm..
This was the most boring and painful ride..I doubt if I will ever shoot the Murud races again..it is plays havoc with my sugar level and my diabetic condition..
I prefer the Alibagh Bullock cart raceas I am able to catch the last boat thus not having to take a bus to Mumbai that goes via Penn Panvel Vashi Chembur and Sion..and takes close to 3 hours.
The boat from Mandwa to Gateway takes about an hour..
