Britannia is my life, it is my second home. My first home was Persia that my father brought me from | Humans of Mumbai


I am senior partner of Britannia & Co, Ballard Estate.

My father brought me here when I was only 8 / 9 years old and I grew up in this Ballard Estate locality all along.

I am now 92 years old and i find a lot of change during all these years.

In the previous years in olden times when the British people were here life was very slow but now everything has changed .. life has become very fast .. population has increased .. traffic has increased and everything has changed.

Even the nature and the conduct of people have changed.

When i read the newspapers rapes are being committed .. crimes are being committed I fee very very depressed.

I wish Narendra Govt will do something about all this and will make it a happier place to live.

Now I grew up here in Mumbai .. did my schooling and college and after my father departed for his heavenly abode I took care of this restaurant.

Britannia is my life, it is my second home. My first home was Persia that my father brought me from.

I meet various people from all over the world .. tourists come here .. scholars come here and I am very happy with my life and I am always at the service of my customers.

When I am gone my two sons will continue my business.

Indian Mouth & Foot painting artist Nadeem Shaikh (without limbs) | Humans of Mumbai


Aapke saamne maine Ganpatiji ki painting banai hai .. actually isliye banai hai kyonki unka tyohaar aa raha hai aur unke bhakto ko pasand aaye .. isliye maine ye painting banai hai.

(Had the privilege and the opportunity to meet Indian Mouth & Foot painting artists Nadeem Shaikh , Bandenawaaz Nadaf & Narayan RamKrishnan who were performing live foot painting demonstration at Hotel SOFITEL today.
I must say they are handicapped in body but not in spirit).

Thanks to Senior Manager Institutional Sales (Indian Mouth & Foot painting artists)
– Mr. Paresh Padia and Mr. Salil Desai, director of humans resources, Sofitel Mumbai BKC.

Don’t just love your parents .. express your love .. pata nahi kal woh ya hum ho na ho | Niaz Ahmed Mohmuddin Peerzaada – my Papa

my papa Niaz Ahmed Mohmuddin Peerzaada | don't just love your parents .. express your love .. pata nahi kal woh ya hum ho na ho ..

my papa Niaz Ahmed Mohmuddin Peerzaada left me . his wife .. his daughters .. his grand daughters .. his family .. his innumerable well wishers .. his dear friends, his Tapasyasociety Prabhadevi which he loved so much, his hometown Kudachi Kudchi, his city Mumbai and this world on 9th sept 2013 .. exactly 44 days back ..

As a student he was the most popular student of his college (being Mr. Ismail Yusuf College) was a sportsman (hockey) .. Scholar and an artist (played Sitar) .. he matriculated from the Anglo Urdu High school Belgaum. He won the Sir Kasam Moosa Gold Medal and Sir Frank Santer’s Scholarship for the getting the highest marks in Persian in the whole of university. He always maintained a brilliant academic record in his college and a moving spirit behind many college activities.

my father and i shared a very silent relationship .. was not a very strict father but in terms of sharing love and emotions he held himself back never letting his emotions rule him .. in his 86 years of life we hardly interacted .. but from past couple of we actually got down to talking while watching Arnab Goswami’s News hour … probably it was Arnab’s magic and my fathers interest in news | politics …

thus in between Arnab’s news hour .. we had one hour of chatting away on various issues and problems not only of our own house but of our city and of our country ..

thus dooriyan nazdikiyan bani and we became very close ..

feb 22nd 2003 is the day i will never forget .. he use to make his own tea and warm water .. was carrying both in his hands and suddenly his legs gave away and just went down with the hot tea and water ..

from that days onwards it was innumerable trips to doctors .. scans and what not ..

i wont go into all the details .. his health deteriorated and my family and i just could not see this fit and healthy man not able to walk and on bed constantly ..

till the age of 84 he drove scooter .. a super confident man .. there was nothing in this world that my father could not do .. he took many difficult projects in his life and he never failed .. never failed …

a man who never went to a doctor till 86 years of his age .. never knew what and how a clinic looks …

but he took ill from feb 03 onwards and was besieged with many ailments and he fought with all the ailments smilingly .. never complained of pain whatsoever …

in these months father and his son developed LOVE which they both never felt existed between them for each of them .. i could feel his love .. his wanting to me that he loved and he loved me and his family so much … but probably the fear of losing .. the fear of parting and the emotions which goes with it did not allow him to be expressive all his life and till his death … never letting his love and emotions get naked in front of his dear and near once …

but i m a very expressive person and though i feared him all my life but in the last 8 months i loved him .. loved him and loved him .. i shaved his beard almost every 3 days .. took him in my arms and kissed his cheeks and forehead innumerable times .. i developed this habit of making him recite 6 Kalimas every night before he retired to bed ..

8th september and the morning of 9th Sept 2003 was a normal night for all us .. though he was ill but we never thought anything could wrong as he was doing well with the treatment and was perfectly fine .. he had his dinner .. recited Kalimas .. uneasiness started from 1.20 am at 3.20 am he left this world peacefully .. no sign of any pain .. he just closed his eyes ..

love you Papa ..

don’t just love your parents .. express your love … pata nahi kal woh ya hum ho na ho ..

Smoking Kills

Smoking Kills

Inspired by a time lapsed short I had seen, I thought it would be nice if i can try making a time lapsed film on anti-smoking myself.
Made my room into a small studio by setting up black acrylic .. bought some cigarette packs .. readied my sturdy Nikon D90 .. lits by home purpose handy tubelight.
A non smoker, I puffed some 6 packs of cigarette to film this anti-smoking short.
Curious .. why 6 packs???
Firstly I shot 2 versions .. one against white background and one against black also I wasn’t getting the fall in the direction I wanted.
I wont discuss the after effects of smoking on me over here .. thats for some other time.
A raw cigarette takes roughly 17 minutes to turn to ash .. the one in the film took 11 minutes .. time lapsed 11 minutes into 25 seconds.
I hope the message comes across.
And please please please quit smoking.

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May their souls rest in peace .. Amen


Days became months and months gave way to a year.
In the past 12 months .. we mourned .. we cried .. apart from this tragedy, we had our individual ups and downs .. our joys, sorrows and festivities.
Life continues …
Life will continue … inspite of all the joys and sorrows .. we, I am sure wont forget those who lost their lives for no fault of theirs.
Be it civilians, martyrs or officials from the army, navy and the police force.
I, like many other "Dreamers of Peace" salute them and pray to the Almighty to put their souls to rest and bestow peace, love and brotherhood amongst all the world citizens and instill sensibilities to those who think otherwise.

Amen. Ameen.

Had shot the ‘VT’ picture during rains when I got a part of VT as a reflection on the road.
Used 3 different photographs to create the above photograph.
Candles and crows are seperate pictures of mine which I used it here as added textures.
Also I, thank my friend Rizwan Mithawala
for allowing me to use his photograph ‘Bakery Wall’ which he had shot at the Bakery Wall opposite Nariman House, Colaba.
That makes the 3rd texture.
Thanks so much Rizwan for this lovely gesture.