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Hijdas at Carter Road Stray Thoughts
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update.
18 march 2007
I am completely grounded, at home, my hand wound is as raw as ever, I have to manage life with a left hand drive, I type with one finger ,my sugar level is fluctuating at 400 or so , my Doc Dr Parmar , is trying his best to heal, I take pain killers, as in all my life this has never happened to me, I missed losing my eye last year when someones scourging blades slashed my eye lid…
I will have to be much careful from now onwards,hopefully.
Luckily I did not cut my forehead at Shahe Marda Delhi , I was offered the dagger, but the heavy rains and the safety of my camera bag, made me give it a miss.
I am touched my a lady photographer at Buzznet who sent me an Invite to rejoin Buzznet, thank you Leirdasim, I am off all social networking, I have stopped posting at the new Bloggerspot,the Beta was refreshing, but they scrapped it and it is back to ground zero.
I am a cybernetic celibate, happy at Word Press, no talking no smoking zone, no comments, just sweet solitude, I hate building new relationships as cybernetic structures come down like a pack of cards,I hope the French photographer Laurent Salesse who I met at Ashura in Lucknow connects with me before I decide to go to Koovagam for the Koondathar Hijda festival in April.
Company of like minded people is important in shooots like this…
After my cut I am incapable of shooting with my right hand…
I am copying my old pics from my site , to Word Press, though I have yet to see the bullock cart pictures I shot recently on Holi at Alibagh with my friend Jayant Dhulap.
Tomorrow is Gudi Padva , there will be a bullock cart race at Murud Beach, which is a three hour drive by rick from Alibagh.. I will give this a miss or end of losing my right hand…
my post
Of late I had stopped going to the Carter Road Promenade, but my Diabetes gives me trouble, my wounds don’t heal, the boil on my posterior has troubled me endlessly in spite of taking antibiotics suggested by Dr Rohit Suchak, , after that I was plagued by a boil on my cheek, this went on an enlarging trip, till my dear friend Dr Rajesh Kumar a skin specialist who just came and prescribed a dose of some more antibiotics Ciplox500.
Wife however has a very simple remedy for all my bodily woes she says walk walk (don’t delete repeated word)
I don’t heed her advise , as the Internet connection at home also when I get up pushes me to the brink, so whether you like it or not this a heady addiction., if you are in love on the Internet you can say all your health walks good bye.
When I was on Buzznet it was as my wife said Net Net Net… you bet.
Now that my wings have been clipped my eunuched soul is on a singular sabbatical , this home site , is a singular self talk , I talk to myself , out of the blues someone clicks my ass and listens to my rants. This is Blogging..Sometimes the wrong person listens to me.
For a Mullah my web site must be a graveyard of an adult film with more head and less tail, no pun intended.
I write for my unborn grandson.. this blogging is my last will and testament , unfortunately the best part of my characterization has been lost to posterity, comments that people passed on my Buzznet sites, comments too are like stoning the Devil I am one by default but a human devil who believes in God and his Godliness.
I don’t need to search myself on Shia sites to know what I am..
I am pretty happy with my self assessment.
My family has no problem, I hope so..
There are times I think I should have remained a bachelor, but than my salvation was written at the hand of my wife and children that appeared before I could turn a new leaf.
I remember I once ran away to join the Army, those days they took anyone provided he had height and a good chest. I lost on both counts, this recruitment took place at a plot where the Taj Intercontinental stands..
I NEVER WANTED TO BE A PHOTOGRAPHER, A WRITER OR A POET.,
This happened because my kid sister Farzana Suri , cajoled me to become a Blogger, 15 months back exactly, she said people will reach out to you…,they did in America almost getting my foot shot and a second American wife in Alaska.
I tell you I love the Internet, love and lovemaking is amazing, you have to use only your imagination and a bit of your unprotected typing finger, they say one finger typing is an aphrodisiac as a cybernetic sexual stimulant.. Keeps the population from bursting at the seams.
I got fucked, I was doing research on my Dichotomy of Love..
My one hand held by my Shia Wife and my second hand hand (don’t delete repeated word) my once to be American wife , with a black chaddar on her head comfortably converted to my faith , we both shooting Moharam together.,. but than happiness is a singular moment, never worked out, Indian women don’t even share their Jhuta plates..
Jhuta is untranslatable emotion, means your Indian wife wont share you with your shadow either.
So I gave up all such second marriage unprotected unpoetic thoughts.
My second marriage was a blow to my younger son Saif who was feeling cheated out of his turn as he tells me e wanted to get married since the age of 4.
We are searching a girl, and Google search in this case is as bad as an Ice rocket up the wrong posterior.
Another thing my tame harmless love for the Blog Goddess is to keep my shadow play of my creativity alive , her thoughts even when I am not thinking about her keep creativity alive in the Barmecidal dungeon of my mind.,.. yes I love words..,they want to come out even when they don’t make sense.,.
So you see my picture should be read separately from my home grown potted thoughts, that the guys in the city of my birth, did not understand the instruction manual sent with blogs was in Japanese …with all my curses to the dimwit developer of Nikon disaster
Called D70 Yes Slr ..
Indojin Nihonjin no Tomodachi..in this case.
Well back to my picture , these are Hijdas totally tanked, drunk, I met them by fluke , I had come to the Carter Road Promenade , by sheer accident and all meetings with Hijdas for me are predestined.,..
God wants me to meet them..
I hope to meet them collectively when I go to Koothandavar festival Koovagam.,to shoot their one night stand of solemn marriage to Lord Aryavan , widows next morning..
So enjoy this series.
I paid Rs 20 to shoot them.
They wanted Rs 500 that is before Mr. Chidambaram our erstwhile Finance Minister placed the country’s Budget in the Parliament
Koovagam Festival
http://www.chennaionline.com/society/aravaani.asp
Get married in the night and break the ‘thali’ the next morning. This is the essence of the Koothandavar festival celebrated by the eunuchs.
The village of Koovagam is next to Ulundurpet taluk in Villupuram district. The Koothandavar temple is situated in this village. This is the only temple for eunuchs, and their family deity is the Koothandavar.
A fifteen day Chitrai festival based on Mahabaratha is celebrated every year in grand style. According to the Mahabaratha, Rajakumaran, a eunuch was born to Arjuna and Naga Kannigai. The Pandavas, decided to sacrifice a human to ensure victory in the war and Rajakumaran was the sacrificial ‘goat’. His last wish was to get married.
No one came forward to marry Rajakumaran. Lord Krishna appeared as a female and married him. The next day he was killed. To signify this, the marriage is held the previous night and breaking of the ‘thali’ the next morning is done every year as a ritual.
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