Allah is Beautiful, and Hu Loves Beauty!
When the primordial Question, "Am I not your Lord?" reached my perception, I remember, I had said, "Yes! And You are Beautiful! And I love You!" That became the anthem of my soul. Then I was put to sleep. Now I wake up. This is a chronicle of my awakening.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
"Bad money drives out good money," was the astute observation of Thomas Gresham (1519–1579), financial agent of Queen Elizabeth I.
Over time, people have realized that this law can sometimes be summarised as: "Bad drives out good." But this is too depressing and even untruthful, isn't it? A more factual way of putting it would be: "The superficially good drive out the inherently good."
Whatever. Here, have a bone. Enjoy this celebrity picture.
What? Who is she? Spears sistah?!
No people, she's our very own Inisya Syed - Pak rock chronicler and fuchah rockstar babe!
[Note: Requests for autographs not being entertained currently.]
I have been fascinated with the idea for years since. I am a very amateur photographer at best, but I have turned ordinary pictures into the more fun-tastic images that inspire friends by using perspective.
The results have been beautiful, though perhaps not always technique-perfect. The pictures, which are most often portraits of people in natural surroundings, often get a depth of meaning as well as visual. Mostly the pictures thus taken are forlorn, ruminative, a bit saddening in a happy way.
I directed some of my bachelors graduation photography, and Umair produced wonderful results. I looked tall and graceful in the picture, towering like any proud graduate. And of course, the picture had a nostalgic value no less thanks to the addition of perspective. Given here is one of my attempts as getting a perspective. I must have a private laugh as I got more perspective eventually than I asked for.
And, indeed, Van Gogh's biography Lust for Life is what inspires this diary.
I loved Van Gogh for a long, long time for very personal reasons. There was a time when I perfectly understood why had he chopped his earlobe off, and presented it as a gift of love to one of his models... I thought those kinds of expressions of love with one's self and one's agitated mind made sense.
Then I heard a line in the song These Days of Bon Jovi. Jimmy Shoes, the suicidal hero of the song, jumps from a second-story window, "trying to learn to fly." To his mother who thought he was crazy for trying, Shoes says, "Don't you know that all my heroes died?"
I decided that moment that I will never follow a leader who died. But one who lived, and lived on.
A few of us enjoyed membership rights in the library. For me, that meant unlimited access to a world of art, culture, education. I read some of the most influential literature of my life there. While mostly immersed in works of art, I also got introduced to books of an eclectic variety. The most influential remain books on clinical psychology, a certain tome on serial killers that taught me valuable lessons about human psychology, gay & lesbian literature, adult fiction, British cultural movements, and engineering design. A book on helicopters and "flying machines" inspired me to viasualize structural design in 3-dimension. The habit stays. I can visualize with the accuracy of a autistic child.
I discovered the work of many an artist. Apart from Monet whose impressionist art pieces resonated deeply with my psyche (if I could paint a picture of what I see in my beautiful dreams, it'd be a work of Monet!), Van Gogh was the man I most closely related to. In fact, I can say he painted a better picture of some of my dreams at those times.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Tabby has steadily formed a reputation as a solid guy. I take a quiet pride in this. In the flow of the conversation I remarked, "It's better to build a character than show off a personality."
Tabby and I both thought instantly that we should write this down. So here's one to you, Talib! Go on!
1/ There is no such thing as a "conflict."
1b/ There is no such thing as a conflict in the "real world." But if at least one of the parties is in a "false world," there will be unresolvable conflict.
1c/ There is no such thing in the real world as unresolvable conflict.
1d/ What the hell is the real world?!!
2/ There is no conflict between the Hindu theory of Oneness with God, and the Islamic belief.
2b/ Oneness with God is also a Sufi concept.
3/ There is no conflict between the agnostic theory, "that which is unknown is labelled God" and the teachings of Islam!
3b/ The known is the territory that man has reclaimed from God. Aneeq wondered at this point why God was declared dead? It is so that whenever man feels that there is no more to be known, he may declare God to be dead? I agreed. Interestingly, in the new world today, the proportion of the unknown/ the uncontrollable & uncontrolled/ the beyond/ the chaotic has dramatically risen with respect to the known/ the controllable & controlled/ the within/ the orderly. I wonder if this is the reason why people are increasingly turning back to systems of faith?
4/ Existentialism is philosophically close to Islam. It is also the essence of Sufi tradition. Aneeq thought that Sufism was contrary to Islam. I said "Sufi-ism" is, since there is no "-ism" in Islam. However, the Sufi tradition is what our (the average Urdu-literate Pakistani's) literature and general life learning is based on.
4b/ Sufi-ism is an oxymoron! And it's fairly moronic to label a self-effacing philosophy such as that of the Sufis, as an -ism. I think the very essence of the Sufi way is to tear off labels and prescriptions. It's about taking layers of status and personality and symbols off to reach one's real bare-skin self, which is part of the greater whole.
5/ Conflicting statements and stands can be resolved by adding in the missing link statement. This is the method we used in our discussion to resolve the conflict of statements 1-1c.
Near the end of our discussion, we relaxed into a discussion about language. And why one must learn to express themselves. I pointed out that using inaccurate language can give a false perception of our mind and personality. And then I said something I was able to word only last night: "Language is the map of the territory of mind."
We only agreed, and then parted to assemble and discuss again.
The conversation turned to religion, then steered off to conflict. This should be no surprise. I have a bit of a selfish interest in talking about theories of conflict. I have taken a particular interest in studying about the sources of conflict, conflict resolution, and conflict prevalence. I.e. why on earth does conflict still exist when we all know what creates it and how to resolve it. Are all humans some kind of pre-determined idiots hurling themselves towards disaster as a whole? If yes, I would enjoy being a bystanding philosopher and observing the fateful trajectory of this flight.
*Shrinking shoulders* Oops, I just said it!
I love the way Trump cuts the crap out. He demands clear thinking and hard decisions.
We get the show season-delayed here, so we're still on Season 1, week 10 here. I started watching through week 6 when the sweet Jessie Conners got fired. Her fault? Trump hated the way she was treated, but he thought the worse was the way she took it. From the website:
Jessie just let Omarosa ride roughshod over her. And, in the words of The Donald, took too much "crap." And for Donald Trump, not standing up for yourself is an even greater sin than being unprofessional. As Jessie began to plead for her spot, Donald fired her.
I was shocked to observe this. That learning came at a certain time when I was evaluating my own response to a particularly testing situation. I realized, worse than the tyranny of the situation was the way I took it. The Apprentice has become my favorite show since.
It's now Season 2, and The Apprentice has returned with more lessons for the aspirant business bunnies. I can't wait till I see the season 2 live in our part of the world!
Sunday, November 28, 2004
1} A very grumpy man or woman who is in charge of creating foods and food combinations.
2} One who has access to very large knives.
However, I'd like to describe myself as, "A culinary expert. The chief of the kitchen."
Here is testimony to my expertise.
I am an experimental chef. No two of the recipes are similar. This, of course, means that I have to experiment regularly with spices, mixing sequence, flavors, ingredients, flaming and cooking techniques, etc. Since I am very visual, ingredient mixing remains my top favorite. I love to bring out the colors and the smell.
Best of Experimentation
1/ The best oil that brings out vibrant colors and frees the taste and smell is the heavenly olive oil. Food just never tastes the same. The regular ghee or cooking oil available just greases over the flavor. Cook once in olive, and then the off-the-shelf cooking oil to know the difference.
2/ A large, sharp knife is a cook's best friend.
3/ Ketchup rocks! In traditional Pakistani food such as chicken karahi or keema masala, ketchup is the secret ingredient that bring on the lip-smacking flavor.
4/ Chicken, pineapple, and apple in orange sauce are T-A-N-G-Y! Oh, and don't forget the tomato. Brisk-fry all of these seperately in olive oil, and then combine.
5/ Not being predictable with food is a constant surprise to experimental people and those they treat. But, one must learn to respect the clock! The key may the next tip...
6/ Prepare only one type or class of food at one time. If you're going for Chinese, don't mix traditional Pakistani with that. If you're serving lavish food, don't change the mood by introducing something snacky. This will save time b/c techniques and ingredients in one type of cooking are the same - as well as ingredients in many cases. Also, the disgestive system respects dealing with only one kind of food at any given time.
7/ "Type" can be based on cooking technique, region, basic ingredients, (compatible) food class, etc.Drink of the Season -Tea for Life:
1/ When cold 'n' flu strike you, try tea with a dash of ginger (adrak). You may have to deal with bile for a while, but it clears the nasal tract up. Ginger is very warming; do not try if flu is due to warm weather conditions.
2/ Profuse external bleeding can be plugged with a tea bag. Tea is highly moisture-absorbant. A good demonstration of how it dries the guts up! (Tip: A while after having tea, have at least three glasses of water to replenish the water lost from body.)
3/ Cardamom (ilaichi) is good for the heart. Drop one in a cup of tea when you're anxious or down.
This is all from the ExperiMENTAL Chef. Out for now!
I decided to read up on what was I doing and thinking exactly a year ago.
From November 28, 2003. An Exact Year Ago.
... the world gets colder & quieter. All warmth of life shrinks itself on a couch in front of imaginary fires. And people like me - out and away from all this warmth - shiver in the cold wide world. They say things shrink in winters. But I'll tell you what... the cold world expands. Engulfs.
I am alone.
[Written on the third day of Eid, when I went to work, and it was all deserted miles around.]
Random. A Year of Logging Life.
December, 2003: My name means "the Prophetess!"... I knew what was coming. ...if my prediction of what's still to come is true, I must be stuck in the longest, most painful, and funniest twisted destiny loop of the world... I have to figure out destiny still.
[Had got a literal prediction. I didn't follow it. Met a dead end in the garden of destiny as a result. I have enjoyed the art of divination and prophecy since, but I think it is left to the very wise. I read in The Alchemist that a wise persons sees destiny in everything - be those twigs or leaves of tea or stars...]
January, 2004: During the Jewish festival of Hanukkah, children are told stories to reinforce Jewish tradition and belief. Now this is an institution. Why can't some of our holidays be dedicated to this kind of sharing and education?
[Eids this year were bland 'n' sleepy as ever. I don't know what the kids think?]
February, 2003: Am thinking of Alice in Wonderland. The cat said, what road you take depends on where you want to go. Where do *I* want to go? Where do we all want to go?
[I am happy that I am very clear on this now. The destination is the dream of the strong-willed, who are destined to achieve their dream if they act on their will! ~*^*~ I must sound twisting like Lewis Carroll!]
March, 2003: "-ism's" are deadly to any concept of a universal humanity. What an oxymoron this word "sufism" is!
[I remain inspired by the Sufi school of thought... and of teaching by way of example. Interestingly, Dr Stephen Covey prefers example over prescription as a means of persuasion. In 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, that is.]
So much has happened since! Wow! Life happens.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
I have already renounced Sylvia Plath - who put her head in the oven at the age of 31. More often than once and by people in separated places, I had been told that my poetry is Plath-esque. When Ted Hughes published Birthday Letters shortly before his death in 1998, the affairs of Plath and Hughes' tragic relationship became a matter of public discussion again. That's when I first read about Plath... though I had one of her letters that deeply touched me... the one that talked of her building a bridge....
But let's not talk of letters of poets who died by way of suicide.
Except that I was upset that Paul Celan, who wrote the very haunting With a Variable Key - theme poem for The Piano, also killed himself by drowning in the Seine in April 1970. Celan's poetry is inspired by the Holocaust. It is not merely poetry, but a technique.
I would not be fond of poets who killed themselves. Their poetry drove them to it, and so can it drive the reader, not that I'd want to inspire any wannaba lunatic out there. But here are the words to With a Variable Key. It's a frosty reading for this weather. Recommended when read cuddled in front of fires, so that's one can't relate to it. One may not!
With a variable key
you unlock the house in which
drifts the snow of that left unspoken.
Always what key you choose
depends on the blood that spurts
from your eye or your mouth or your ear.
You vary the key, you vary the word
that is free to drift with the flakes.
What snowball will form round the word
depends on the wind that rebuffs you.
I feel sooooo guilty about this. Like an Internet plot mafia - capturing plots of virtual land and not cultivating them.
Choudhry Prophetess needs to turn the space over, back to the Internet!
Monday, November 22, 2004
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Sunday, November 21, 2004
So the news is: I am going to build my home office+creative studio. ~*Yay!*~
I always loved the idea of having a home office/ studio where I can do creative work. I do tons of work at home - for passion, play, or pay. I design things for love. Ever since I was 16, I wanted to transform this room upstairs in to a study+bedroom. It partly served that purpose with a minimal functional layout. Ah, but the romance of eccentric-colored walls and floor-to-ceiling shelves!
I had a crazy idea that I'd paint the floor in an African or Pakistani ethnic theme. The best I did, however, was to chalk the walls and... the rest is family history. (*My* moment of prudence!)
Location matters. Matters of location.
A few days back, I noticed this space in our "backyard" so to speak. We call it a "factory," which puzzles our visitors. It's this rather huge covered area that the previous owners used as a mini factory/ shopfloor for some kinda cottage industrial work. Ah, but they called it factory, and so it be!
It is "L" shaped with a thick L-base. I am going to use the base as my base camp! The walls will be covered in YELLOW and PURPLE to begin with. There is a weird wooden table there which will serve as the best office furniture ever. On Sundays and in evenings, I can chill there while pondering the solution to such problmes as: "Who is Ramla?", "Where did I come from?", and "Where is my cheese?"
Nahhhhh. Just kidding. I will get my work done. (*Yeah!*) More news on "the work" later.
I have more plans. But not now!! I am off to clear off the space for now. Wish me luck!
Oh but a wicked labyrinth can cheat you as many times as it wishes. Especially a labyrinth like life. The funniest thing it does is to move your cheese. Have you read Spencer Johnson's "Who Moved My Cheese?"?
It's a pretty straightforward tale about a pair of mice, and a pair of humans running around in a labyrinth. They find deposits of cheese, consume them, and one day the cheese is finished. It's gone. The humans despair, whereas the mice (actually just one of them - the positive, practical one) simply scurry off looking for cheese in a new location. Moral of the story: be the practical mouse. When your cheese is gone/ removed/ finished, RUNNNN to a new location. Find another piece of cheese!
I tried to trick the labyrinth of life. Actually, it was a bad move even if I won. You know, how sometimes you can just keep taking the wrong turns thinking you're finally there, and end up in a massive dead-end: of the game, and worse, of the spirit. Thanks to the Designer, the game accidentally reloaded. My cheese was moved. I have to run like a the practical, hard-nosed rat to find my cheese.
It's ironic, but a "rat race" is sometimes the best way to spend time in the maze of life!
A Child's Story Book: When I was a kid, reading the Qur'an was a bit like reading any other story book. There were tales of Egyptian kings, Prophets, Queens, azaabs [divine punishments], talking trees and conversing ants. I had a copy of Arabian Nights, and frankly, I saw little difference between the two but that the Qur'an was somehow more venerated. It came from "A-L-L-A-H" and his special agent "M-O-H-A-M-M-A-D." Both were very respectable. Once when I asked uncle Q about who was the "bigger guy," he told me there was no comparison. Hence the question could not be answered - because it could not be asked.
A respectable story tale. A fable with a thousand wonders!
A Young Woman's Book of Life: This Ramadan, I think I read a different Qur'an. This one was about my life. And honestly, it was pretty scary. I could not bring myself to read beyond the second (of the 30) book.
You must know about the magical Mirror ERISED [DESIRE, mirrored] in the Harry Potter tales: it always showed you what you wished to see? I feel the Qur'an must the mirror of SATIREV/ VERITAS [truth], it always shows you who you are.
I have seen a lot of wrong lately. Some time back, I discovered the Garden of Forking Paths. In a literary reference, it is the garden of destiny. It "forks" or branches at every point of decision. It's also a labyrinth. Fools are advised not to play here. I did.
In my own life's garden of forking paths, I decided to take a few wrong turns. Wrong exits. Climbing the walls of the labyrinth. Defying the order of destiny. Trying to cheat the way out of the labyrinth.
Except that you can't cheat a labyrinth.
My favorite book remains the very intriguing Qur'an. Lately, I have got very friendly with my copy of the Qur'an - which features the very lucid Urdu translation by Maulana Moududi. I sleep clutching it on my heart. Or resting on it as a headrest. Or simple sitting with it in my lap.
Lately, my heart had been trembling wildly. And having an icon of an unmarked God kind of helped. - [How sad! Humans always need a physical assurance. An icon.] Anyhow. Through one of the darkest periods of my life when I lost a sense of self and a direction, this strange book has allowed me to see myself. It is strange, but the truth always tells you who you are...
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
"Your score as a human being is 93.
You are a pleasure to be with and a pleasure to be. Your friends do not envy so much as admire you, and you lead your life with grace, honor, and dignity. This site is humbled to have you take a test on it. Which brings one to wonder, what are you doing goofing off on the Internet? "
Note: I took a quiz, and that's my score up there. It's a certificate tomy humanity. Take a bow!
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
1. I am alive!!! And *~#*lively.*#~*
I love to live! Simple as that. I enjoy the days and nights. I love to tune into sounds, the music of the world. The buzzing of bees; the noise of traffic; the monotonic humdrum of everyday life. Colors and laughter make me happy. When I see people running or run myself, my heart beats wildly.
I cry. I feel pain. Stupid things hurt me, and silly things make me happy. The bad and the ugly make me angry or frustrated or depressed. But I do not tolerate them. I hate and love with a raw intensity.
I do not sit down or accept others to stale away their life. I can excite others to live and to enjoy with my words and actions. I can stir the hearts of men and women and the youth and the old to live!
I note small changes. I am distracted by invisible things. When the order of things changes, I know it.
I smell moods. And see sound.
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter - all are seasons I enjoy. I am awed by the beauty of all terrains: the mysterious vastness of deserts; the majestic quiet of the mountains; the magnificent spans of the forests.
I have seen many beautiful things in this world. There is a robin that visits our tiny garden every morning. His throat stirs a musical chord. I've heard that birds praise the Lord...
So do I, for this beautiful life.
*~*I am a connoisseur of life!*~*
° Ramla's hands are adorned with henna.Sahar hates it and thinks it's quite "uncorporate." Azi commented, "BTW, I hate henna."
I told Azi, "Well, I used to. But I use it as a tattoo that could do no wrong."
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Inspired by personal events and that bittersweet curse of prophecy, I wrote a fair number of very intense poems in 1996. (All of them came true. We get what we wish for, or what we fear?) My brother deleted most of the work [the passion!] from our computer, and now geocities has eaten up the site. And yes, I've checked out archive.org already. No donut.
I keep most of my poetry to myself. Interactivity isn't great for poetry. I simply do not enjoy feedback. Besides, intensely personal feelings cannot be shared easily, and lightly. Worst of all, most people have a shockingly shallow understanding of humor, pain, sensitivity and other things with a sign of life.
But times have changed since 1996. And so have people. And I.
I do enjoy knowing people more, and allow them to know me. Best of all, I have my family and friends with whom I have a deep connection. I have also learnt to take not everyone as seriosuly or as lightly as the other. I used to think it was "fair" to treat everyone alike. I did not understand the meaning of fairness, and did some of those very close to me a fair degree of injustice. But this is not 1996, and I am not 16 any longer.
A love for the pithy
I enjoy Haikus the most. Because they are short, and crisp. Poetry that stretches on or rhymes is not for me to read or write. Also, I can remember my haikus :). Here are a few:
Blood of Afternoon
Sun melts on the Horizon
its redness spilt over
Touch the cold mirror
The shadow of a stranger
Touch her loneliness
Your lips are gone blue
Shivering in the cold rain
My solitary friend
I love when it rains
Transcendental, free of chains
Clouds wash away all pains
Most of these are productions of very young days. I am a very different person now. Proud of what, who, and where I have been. And willing to acknowledge my own self.
Current Music: I am singing Strangers in the Night. It's lovely in Sinatra's voice, and longing in mine. I do sing well!
"Something in your eyes... was so inviting
Something in your smile... was so exciting
Something in my heart... told me I must have you!
Strangers in the night, exchanging glances
Wondering in the night, what were the chances
We'll be sharing love
Before the night was through."
Current Mood: Kitni baar batayoon? I am okay.
What message, however, does the palm of my left hand have? Hmmm. I finally put on henna. And there's a flower here, a chakra there, a mandala over an arc - all underscored by a spider's web like thing. It's not a design, it's a thing. Thingie. It can well pass for a cryptic map of Africa.
But my hand look lovely in a quaint way. It all goes well with the white dress. More and more, I am pulling ideas of an antique age. This is where my inspiration belongs to.
It's a shocking hot orange, this henna. I love it.
Current Music: Wall's jingle. I broke my headset, finally. A Sagittarian is a catastrophe.
Current Mood: Sleepy Eid-like.
I wanted to put on henna. Dark, with intriguing designs - deep, rich, seductive henna. Last Eid, I had bought chooris, bangles. They are lovely, I still have them by my bed side, glittering in glory. This chaand raat, I did not want to think about them. Last year, I got a lovely arabesque pattern henna. Thanks to an advert for our channel that I worked in. Me and Tania got a makeover, and that lovely henna. My hands are beautiful, and the henna glowed on screen... That was a few days before Eid. I wanted so much to put henna on the chaand raat, though. But it was not to be. I was occupied with being afraid, and I thought: next year. Next year I certainly will do as I please.
This is a different year. This year, I know, there is never a next year. Only now and here... I got an angelic white dress, and asked my brother to get me mehndi.
Hello Dear R.,
Yes, you are right. Hard as it may be for most of us, the fact is that power--or the (often wanton) WANT of power--makes the world go the way it does. Those who have authority, as individuals or as nations or cultures, want to wield their power on others.
What amazes me most is the funny tendency of the powerful to believe that what they do is not only good for them, but for others--particularly their 'victims'--too. I think when one is in authority, they assume a god-like position, and believe that all their actions are justified. And since they have the power, they also have the right to use it whatever way they may. The rest of the people then are weaklings and fools who know nothing of how matters are run.
This is true of elders who think they know 'best' how to treat the young right. And it is similarly true of ethnocentric cultures that believe that theirs is the only right way of life.
Well, this is one of the many facets of power. Yet another aspect of power is to use it as a weapon to spread into the world one's own kind. I am sure there are more sophisticated ways of putting it, but I can take only the naïve approach: I think that humans feel congested, and that just as is amongst the various species of the world, there is a conflict amongst the various races and cultures around the globe. They all want SPACE, which they perceive is limited. This space may either be the physical geography, or it may be ideological, etc. But there is some kind of a limited space that the various sections of the human race want to capture. So they kill others in order to spread more of their own kind. It may also be linked to a wish to dominate. Perhaps the most evident manifestations are the Christians' and Muslims' preoccupation with a larger population, or the American culture's attempt to 'reach and influence a larger audience'.
And then, there is WANT of power, stemming originally from an acute sense of insecurity. Coupled with authority over something, this can be a dangerous thing. This is what the Talibans and Afghans are doing. They do not have real power and strength (strength being the most positive form of power, in my opinion), so they turn on what they have a control on, and use their authority. I am referring to, of course, the demolition of the Buddha statues.
So… somewhere in all these frames of power and power-related struggles, we can put the Israel-Palestine picture. Two nations, both insecure for one or another reason, are fighting for space and survival. And yes, of course, for an identity (religious)… but that may really be just secondary.
Let me tell you what I honestly think of this situation. I am not aware of the precise historical developments that preceded this conflict, but I do not think it may be too relevant anymore because the situation is too embroiled. In a fight that has involved too many punches and kicks, no one party can stand up and say, “I have been hurt more than the other person is!” And in a world where fairness and justice only are found in books of law, no one goes for rational, righteous arguments. They tilt instead on the already heavier side. (If Pakistan were a bigger, more ‘powerful’ country, TIME would not dare to feature Srinagar as an Indian city in spite of the UN resolutions!)
Back to the Arab-Israel conflict: I only see this as a human situation, where humans are being killed, hurt, and deprived of their rights. I feel that the Arab suffering is too great, and should not be played down. But on the other hand, I also realize that Jews have suffered too much through exile and isolation. And that, every human has a right to a (decent, free) life. (I just don’t support this thing called Zionism, and that’s about it.) I know that my faith explicitly warns the Muslims about making friends with Jews and Christians, for it says that we will never, by nature, be the same as Jews and Christians are (Another interesting topic in itself.). Yet it is the same faith that orders us to respect and accommodate all faiths, provided they do not infringe upon us. It is just like your father telling you to watch yourself with snobs at school for fear that you will emulate them. But for you to translate this into an animosity with the ‘rich boys’ would be foolishness.
So, I think that if we see the equation in its simplest terms — human versus human — it will make understanding and sympathy much easier. Calling upon history may not let the situation rest, just as in the case of India and Pakistan. Of course history cannot totally be ignored, but if we humans are to find any peace in this chaos, we will have to look towards a common future for the mankind. Ah, well, one can at least dream!
I have gone a complete circle and came back to the same thing: nothing will happen until people are too busy fighting for more space, more power. Sometimes I take the cynic’s passive view, and attribute every wrong to those who are in power, and are bringing misery to common humans like myself — just because they are untouched by this misery and suffering themselves. Just like Saddam, and like Pakistan’s rich rulers. Or perhaps, the fault lies in us common people, that we have let ourselves be thoughtless puppets.
Well, in the end, it is justice and fairness that stand to lose. I can but dream that things would one day be otherwise!
And this is what I think of this issue of power versus justice.
God has made a change somewhere in the scheme of things. I know it. What? Where? How? I do not know.
I could not help but give a curse for that which ached my heart so unjustifiably and so cruelly. I think - I fear - that somewhere my curse was heard. No, God! No. I cannot curse. Take it away, I cannot curse.
Enough! Let people be! Only make me stronger; for when that caged bird flutters, so does my heart. So does my heart.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Fantasia Barrino's - now FANTASIA's - What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life? flows through the headset. And I am wondering: what do I like best about this song?
Fantasia's voice? The very intense way she performed it? The jazzy music? Or the honest lyrics? Or my wish to have sung it on a special occasion?
Fantasia sang the song for her girl child. I have a fantasy of singing it, for myself perhaps or for the sheer joy of singing such a beautiful song. This is how it goes:
What are you the rest of your life?
North and south and east and west of your life
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
I want to see your face in every kind of light
In fields of dawn and forests of the night
Adn when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make!
Through all of my life
Summer, winter, spring, and fall of my life
That is all I will recall of your life
It's all of my life, with you.
By the way, I sing really, really well. I heard from Insiya that All Pakistan Music Academy is starting music classes anytime soon. I must be there!
And then I'll learn to dance. Tango!
Got to tango on, and on! *insert lovely smile*
Friday, November 12, 2004
Love? Money? Desire...?
The root of all conflict is "me."
The root of all conflict and evil is EGO.
It is arrogance, and "takabbur."
This is the one sin for which there is no forgiveness. This is seed of all evil.
Current Music: The sound of silence and the buzzing computer
Current Mood: Introspective
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
From my Orkut profile, November 10, 2004
I am a passionate person who loves beauty, life, verve. I love flirting with danger and learning and doing new things. Arts and science both arouse my curiosity. I am exuberant, and nerdy; and I like dramatic, exuberant nerds. Preferred with glasses, but who minds a perfect 6?!
If my one wish could come true, I would rid the world of cowards. Initially I wanted to do that with an extensive shooting & bombing scheme, but I have retired to just helping the lame. But I warn: It's a potentially emotionally fatal stunt. Don't try at home. Or office. Or with free-floating emotional cripples in general space.
Ordinary, dull, and mediocre things and people suffocate me. That explains why I often hold my breath. (Not to discredit the environmental terrorists who light up garbage fires next to my den!)
I have an existential outlook on life. It's pretty practical, and allows for dreaming dreams that must be dreamt if they are to ever exist!
Jane Eyre must be my alter ego. And I don't give a burning matchstick's worth of damn abt being plain. My crazy and brilliant mind needs that balance and that facade.
I love to be contradictory. So, Jane's my alter ego and I LIKE go go boots. With long skirts. If anybody got issues, I'd gladly deal... By the way, average minds cannot and should not try to reconcile contradictions. Try spending the force on watching Munna Bhai MBBS instead.
I have a neck problem: it goes up & down when it should shake from left to right, and vice versa. I'm working on fixing that. No, thanks - help not wanted.
I like people who are happy, tough, and intelligent. But for their general dearth, I have come to like the great variety of people. I wish people were always happy and dancing. It's bull***t; yes, and I know it. The light bulb was bull before Edison, and this before me. Take a hike!
Current Music: The Tango Project's Por Una Cabeza - the haunting Tango music from Scent of a Woman
Current Mood: Exuberant