“Shutter-Up, Mazzy! You’re Making Us Laugh!!”

Unlike the big fancy cities of this world, my town is very small
You are bound to bump into at least ten friends on your trot to the market stall
Take for instance these three mates of mine, on the go, like a shuttle bus
Except we paused to have a chat, an hour long, what’s the fuss?
Life is short, relish each moment spent with jolly good old friends
And it was so that on this day I was with my clicker and my lens
Out they popped in the end and my mates were too happy to agree
However, I have this habit of cracking jokes before pressing the shutter button, you see
In their faces you will read the naughty jokes told behind my woolly scarf
And, perhaps you can hear them all shouting at me,
“Shutter-Up Mazzy! You’re making us laugh…!!”

"Shutter-Up, Mazzy! You're Making Us Laugh!!"

                            “… In their faces you will read the naughty jokes told behind my woolly scarf…”

Photographs & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester UK 2014

 

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Three Friends: A Winter’s Tale

In winter’s kingdom of cool crisp notes we met, us cheery three
Sunshine blazed on our cheeky faces and hearts warmed by cups of tea…

Three Friends: A Winter's Tale

“… Sunshine blazed on our cheeky faces and hearts warmed by cups of tea… “

 

Photograph & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | UK 2014

In Words: Wishing You A Magical Christmas… :))

On this festive night I would be a most embarrassing blunder to myself and to my eccentric ways if I were not to present you with something to make you miss a heartbeat and to carry a smile of hope and promise up the stairs and into bed! So I thought long and hard about gifting you all with something that reflects the magic of the shared experience of storytelling you and I have had over the miles in the last year or so. Correct me if I am wrong but, through the magical bridge of words and the canvas of photography I am hopeful that I have entered your heart and imagination to leave such a signature aura that whenever you should come across my name you bear the Faith that a ray of marmalade sunshine is about to cleave open any stubborn cave of darkness or grey cloud that may have been looming over you.

My dear friend, thus, I gift you a garland of words tonight. Using all the word tablets of my Scrabble game, I have composed an interlinking montage of words that have made appearances in my poetry and discourse over the year. Here is a entire wonderful circus of tender and fiery and mysterious images and my soul KNOWS that many will strike a deep resonance within your own soul as if a phoenix has alighted your sky with fireworks that spell out your most secret dreams. These are words in which you and I have met in without even standing in the same room. If it is the case that ALL the words settle into your heart like an old friend who has returned home to you then, it is Destiny’s expression of the prophecy that we shall indeed meet someday – boil the kettle and do keep the teapot warm I say…!!!

From my heart to yours, wishing you a magical Christmas…
Infinities of Love,
Mazzy :))

Wishing You A Magical Christmas...

“From my heart to yours, wishing you a magical Christmas… “

Note: To non-Hindi speakers, ‘Chand’ and ‘Noor’ translate as ‘Moon’ and ‘Light’ respectively. 
Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | My Home | Winchester UK 2014

 

 

Meeting Mr Bear On Marmalade Mountain!!!

On this bitter wintry day, out of town was I, brisk feet to here and there
Suddenly, feet halted! “Ah, my True Love is here somewhere!”
Sat atop a blessed glass mountain, a gluey golden tree, a sunbeam stair
“Dear Madam, I’m always very close by”, assured my loyal friend, Mr Bear…

Meeting Mr Bear On Marmalade Mountain!

“… Sat atop a blessed glass mountain, a gluey golden tree, a sunbeam stair:
“Dear Madam, I’m always very close by”, assured my loyal friend, Mr Bear…”

 

Photograph & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Southampton UK 2014

A Ballad For My Amma

A Mother and the ocean are of the same
Neither can be measured nor be asserted a name
Forever with You on days bright and days tana-dhim
Even so after her body has dissolved into Him… 

A Ballad For My Amma

“… Forever with You on days bright and days tana-dhim…”

 

Photograph & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester UK 2014

The Undeciphered Message

I am a firm believer that all who we meet along the meandering paths that course through our lives have something to teach us, whose presence will undeniably serve to be a pivotal influence on our spiritual development. As much as many may be quick to dismiss it, at the end of the day there is no other growth as important as the one that nourishes the spirit. I can personally testify to this claim since I have witnessed in the past the remarkable sparking of true self-realisation in the terminally ill and it is always the case that the sensation of approaching mortality – The Grim Reaper – takes on the last role of teacher in the patient’s life. Such is this teacher that the dying one comes to the painful regret that what they know now they wish they had known in earlier life. The miser who cloistered his attention to building towers, tight-fisted and cruel, miraculously turns into a tender-hearted giver on death’s doorstep. The workaholic, in his final days, becomes fraught with a sudden awareness that what he had deprived himself most in life was the chance that could have been his – to be there to watch his children grow. The vain model forever preoccupied with her prepossessing looks, now emaciated to the bone, sheds silent tears for not releasing herself from the beast of her ego earlier. HOWEVER, Life, too can enrich the content of our souls. I became a teacher to this end. I admit there have been times when it has been substantially harder for me to accept that a quality of untapped good potential exists in the person in front of me but, I always try my best to see it. If I find it torturous to observe any good in the person then, I reflect the entire experience back on myself and ask my conscience if I am the one holding back in giving someone a chance – am I the bearer of deep-rooted prejudices and unhelpful attitudes? Yes, dear reader, I am no more teacher as I am student. Therefore, returning to my original first line, I believe Destiny does bring people into our universe for spiritual edification, and quite often it is not apparent at first that this is occurring.

The photograph below is of one such tale from my past that I felt strongly compelled to share with you tonight. Three years ago a stranger posted a message on his Facebook wall which subsequently appeared on my Newsfeed. I remember vividly that I was in class and preparing to pack my bags to go home when something told me to open Facebook on the computer and, lo and behold, his message popped up on my Newsfeed. Alas, I am not fluent in Bengali – my ancestral tongue – and even to this day can only read and write my name. BUT, I am possessed with a sixth sense and have partial synaesthesia so the script on the screen that day began to glow and pulse with the fragrance of mysterious significance. As if I was a conduit of some higher power, my fingers on their own accord reached for the mouse and I glided straight towards the print button. I took the piece of paper home and looked at it again and oh how to tell you how I felt the urge to have it translated by my Amma (Mother) but she was quite poorly at the time so I did not want to bother her with my trivial curiosities. Accepting with a dull disappointment that this was beyond me, I folded the paper up and tucked it into my copy of Tagore right at the back of my mountainous bookshelf. In time, the message vanished into the thick mists of the past and it was only in those times that I needed to refer to specific passages of Tagore that did the piece of paper flutter out like a white origami butterfly.

Message Undeciphered

“… the time is ripe for sharing a message that I have failed to unravel although, I can smell the scent of its essence much more intimately now: it is like spring and monsoon and dusk light dancing altogether in ecstasy in some faraway land…”

Today, that sixth sense that had originally ascribed significance to the message reawakened and I found that I could not hush my desire to explore again the brackets and colon dots of that message. How peculiar that even today in Facebook I end all my comments with smiley faces made of brackets and colons, letting the final sentence always trail into lingering and unfinished thoughts using a parade of marching dots! I still have not deciphered the message into English and nor have I shown it to my Amma. Why? Because I know I am not meant to. My stranger, who may or may not know – wherever he may be – has taught me the beauty of patience and who has reinforced my inner Faith that everything will always work out in the end. I say this because I feel now more than ever that I must send this photograph out into the wider world. It is for this reason that I have photographed and posted this message today because I can feel it in my gut, the strength of iron conviction, that this is what I was meant to do and to do it now. Yes, the time is ripe for sharing a message that I have failed to unravel although, I can smell the scent of its essence much more intimately now: it is like spring and monsoon and dusk light dancing altogether in ecstasy in some faraway land. If you should be reading this and happen to be fluent in Bengali then please permit me to be bold enough to predict your response: your heartbeat knocking a little faster than usual followed by a slow tender smile, a dawn sky yawns… :))

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | UK 2014
Bengali Message printed off FaceBook in 2011

You Bear A Resemblance To My Heart

In shy embrace outside a Parisian café, sat beside You was the very coy I
Each peering into the eye of the other whilst the whole mad world ran by
My little red shoes dropped to the ground, at last my feet met the feather of rest
And our hearts, unseen to the folks close by, thumping thunderclaps against our bare brown chest…

You Bear A Resemblance To My Heart

“… And our hearts, unseen to the folks close by, thumping thunderclaps against our bare brown chest… “

 

Photograph & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | UK 2014

To Sweeten The Deal: Hands-On Sweet Pot-ography

I am regarded as quite the paragon of anti-ageing at its most spectacular and potent, causing goggle-eyed astonishment in people when I hop up on the table top and declare that I am only a few years shy from the big 4-0!! What is my secret you ask? Well, the explanation is far more simple than you might think! The cheeky, curious and dreamer little girl from the ‘80s is still very much alive inside me and she is remarkably clever in getting her way when it comes to dealing with life in the big world. Taking life as it comes rather than worrying about it constantly is what keeps the sunshine streaming through my soul and out of my skin.

Take for example my recent street photography project in which my friend – my naughty sister in crime – and I headed out to the Christmas Markets in Winchester. Less interested in and stressed over buying and all the other things grown-ups do and say on such occasions, we spent a considerable time instead engaged in friendly chinwag with the stall vendors, discovering that behind the goods lay a story to be told of how the person came into their particular business. Our endless curiosity garlanded the day with inerasable memories and what better honour to evince of the bonds made than for a stall holder to happily move out the way and hand over the limelight to us!!!! Yes, for a few moments the both of us were busy dishing out our favourite beverage in the world – tea of course – with complimentary sachets of sugar and milk, to help soften the bitter brew into warm nectar which we all know is perfect in unwinding the soul and for melting the worries of the big world into puddles of insignificance.

 

To Sweeten The Deal

“… for a few moments the both of us were busy dishing out our favourite beverage in the world – tea of course – with complimentary sachets of sugar and milk, to help soften the bitter brew into warm nectar which we all know is perfect in unwinding the soul and for melting the worries of the big world into puddles of insignificance…”

 

So, dear, reader, if you are able to discover the secret of the sweet in the street, that is, to see the silver lining in the raincloud then, you will always look radiant for it is the elixir that fools strangers into believing that you are still young enough to attend school! Ah, alas, I should warn you that there is room for embarrassment because looking young implies the conservation of power invested in your mum to have you sent to your bedroom should you do something terribly naughty….!!

 

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester Christmas Markets | UK 2014

A Love Story In 1-2-3 Frames

A pleasurable act of self-indulgence to many, I normally loathe having my photograph taken because I find it awfully unstimulating and that is why I hardly ever fiddle with my profile picture in Facebook and why it is likely that in party albums my face is pretty much non-existent, even though I might have been the one to generate the most noise!! My passion and calling is steadfastly rooted in the telling of stories to enchant and entertain and my place, therefore, I take with a dimpled-smile behind the lens and the pen. However, if there is an urge to tell a story about me then it is on such rare occasions I deem it appropriate to turn the camera on myself. I did do such a thing two years ago, on the day after my birthday. I wanted to convey what felt to me to be the most ancient story of my life, indeed the recurrent theme of my Destiny. I made this photograph my cover photo in Facebook and not barely moments passed that I began to be the recipient of amusing friend requests, attracting the attention of many a male stranger who would start their preliminary email along the lines of, “Hi, you’re hot…” or “What a pretty lady…” or “I am lying on my bed as I look at you…” or, well, you ought to catch my drift! How insufferably boring to hear such monotonic flattery and how I sincerely pitied them all. As a synesthetic, I was able to peer through their words and into their souls where I was overwhelmed with sadness for I stood in front of vast black holes, silently but violently swirling in their inner universe, ripping every ounce of integrity into orphaned shreds. Men, whose hunger for meaning had been tragically contorted into lustful pursuits.

However, I foresaw with my third eye that something far more superior and magical would come out of my public placement of this story of pictures. It would be a beacon that would call my soul mate back to me for only he would be the one to READ the story from left to right and thus recognise, as like when morning mists disperse to reveal entire world of verdant forests, who I truly was.

In succinct chronological order composed of 1-2-3 frames I devised my ancient story purely out of three prints splashed out in rich sumptuous colour in which a rose sewn of magnificent petals unites with the black ocean of my hair – a boatman moored to his Home. In this life I patiently and faithfully wait for him to return once again so as to distil peace to the anarchy of the raging waves of my dark sea hair. Why do I feel now, more than ever, that he is close by…?

A Love Story In 1-2-3 Frames

“… three prints splashed out in rich sumptuous colour in which a rose sewn of magnificent petals unites with the black ocean of my hair – a boatman moored to his Home. In this life I patiently and faithfully wait for him to return once again so as to distil peace to the anarchy of the raging waves of my dark sea hair…”

 

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | UK 2012/2014

 

He Suits Me Just Fine – Mr Socks!

News has the playful habit of spreading itself at lightning speed in my small historical city of Winchester that, when a few days ago, word reached me that my hero of many a fine theatrical shrine and of the silver screen, Sir Benedict Cumberbatch, was shooting in The Great Hall and had dined in one of my regular restaurants, I jumped as far as a telephone pole and announced that I would go on a hunt to find this husband of my dreams!! So, today, my good friend and I descended upon the well-reputed Christmas Markets of our town in the intense hope that by the time it was twilight I, the just-over-5ft hobbit would have left the place betrothed to a certain 6ft tower of impeccable suavity!

Ahem, ahem, best laid plans always go slightly off course and in our case they did but, not necessarily in a disappointing way. You see, our husband hunt came to a firm halt and we found ourselves amusingly distracted by another fine example of gentlemanly bearing. Please put to one side that he walks on four tiny paws and is fractionally shorter than me! Ladies and Gentlemen and Children, I give thee the most foxiest and sophisticated of the male species, practically perfect in every conceivable way – Mr Socks! He may be a man of few words but, do not be fooled by his diminutive appearance for Mr Socks is the Oxfordian of canine ilk and indeed, I shan’t shy away in my admittance that here is the epitome of the much sought after valour of our modern times and that he has much to teach a great many who need it! Sorry Benedict dear but, it does happen that sometimes, someone other than you, has that extra magic under their sleeve to cunningly steal my heart…

Mr Socks!

“He may be a man of few words but, do not be fooled by his diminutive appearance for Mr Socks is the Oxfordian of canine ilk and indeed, I shan’t shy away in my admittance that here is the epitome of the much sought after valour of our modern times and that he has much to teach a great many who need it…!”

 

Photograph & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester Christmas Markets | UK 2014