Terrorism is at it's worst when it is supported by those in positions of authority.
It is extremely naive and insensitive to assume that violence and abuse are restricted to the physical. Verbal and emotional abuse are very real crimes that cannot be accepted on the basis of human rights. This clearly establishes that filth of a film as an act of violence = terrorism.
One man's "freedom" should not be allowed to transform in to another one's pain... through disrespect and violence. It is inhuman.
There aren't new concepts, it is a shame to our generation that has to be said over and over.
Google has refused to take down the video from YouTube, despite a "request" from the White House (why a clear act of violence should be "requested" to stop when a mere "suspicion" of weapons of mass destruction must destroy a country - is puzzling indeed).. all in the name of "freedom of speech." That this "freedom" is abusing human rights cannot be comprehended by the entire Google corporation.
Not just in protest, in utter disgust of their insensitivity, I will no longer be using Google's Blogger or writing here.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
An unsettling mess..
.... is how it feels inside me. There seems to be nothing "settled". Not that I was hoping for a retirement-vacation right about now but.. currently.. quiet litterally - every aspect- of my life is an "unsettled affair."
And it is quiet overwhelming and frustrating at the same time. Overwhelming because for far too long I've been able to reach deep inside my spiritual side and draw some strength, with certainty.. And now, there ain't no certain to reach! I'm just poking my hand in that soul of mine and it's turning it's pockets inside out to say "Uh huh.. i'm broke!".. it's frustrating because it's been far too long.
And neither of it is enough for me to be writing this rant of a post for my very-invisible readers but there seems to be this fear behind it all.. I don't know if it is a fear or a realization actually.. that maybe, somehow gradually and inevitably....... I'm falling out of love. With so much in life. With the meanings in those little moments and the adrenaline rush of others and that thrill of the unknown and the hope for my dreams.. that very steep upward curve of excitement is just falling into a blaaah-fied vertical stroke.
If it weren't for the people around me, for the support and help they need, I think I'd feel very little of myself left around.. like I'd say "Life, dude, I'm not even gonna ask you for a crunchy dead leaf for me to crush, cuz seriously i'm done with all the 'Oh-My-I-Want-To-Sky-Dive-In-My-PJ's' talk and the 'I-Need-to-Leave-A-Significantly-Good-Mark-Behind' fantasies, I just need to get this stuff done for the loved ones and Ima do it quietly in my corner and so spare me all those lessons I was supposed to learn for my own life and those moments that made the lessons worth it.. I'm done figuring that mess out.. *major eye roll*
And I've fallen out of love with adult-stage homosapiens in this age I guess.. Kid's are the only stage of human beings sensible enough to be interacted with, based on the simplicity and absolute-frankness they possess. They may not have it all figured out but they DO have the skill of communicating what they know & feel, sans the emotional-roller coaster, added cuteness and an open mind. And it ends there. Trust me. You try interacting with anyone above 4 feet 5".. you may as well talk to a giraffe and get it to sign an insurance policy.
And I've fallen out of love with the whole concept of a "sixth sense" .. because currently it ..or rather it's being correct ...caused me insomnia for well-over three months. -_- ..oh and my willpower, that's just the part of me I wanna m**n... this post just writes itself -_- ...no seriously, here I am tryina "feel" like a real human-being, "express" it and "live through" it and along comes Willpower and throws that emo-awesome-ness out the window, gets my butt a-moving..on to other stuff......... D=
... yeah, I know, pretty ungrateful and downright wretched of me.. not myself apparently, but despite the number of times I've heard that the previous months.. isn't that a direct consequence of being 'unsettled' you guys? V_V
And it is quiet overwhelming and frustrating at the same time. Overwhelming because for far too long I've been able to reach deep inside my spiritual side and draw some strength, with certainty.. And now, there ain't no certain to reach! I'm just poking my hand in that soul of mine and it's turning it's pockets inside out to say "Uh huh.. i'm broke!".. it's frustrating because it's been far too long.
And neither of it is enough for me to be writing this rant of a post for my very-invisible readers but there seems to be this fear behind it all.. I don't know if it is a fear or a realization actually.. that maybe, somehow gradually and inevitably....... I'm falling out of love. With so much in life. With the meanings in those little moments and the adrenaline rush of others and that thrill of the unknown and the hope for my dreams.. that very steep upward curve of excitement is just falling into a blaaah-fied vertical stroke.
If it weren't for the people around me, for the support and help they need, I think I'd feel very little of myself left around.. like I'd say "Life, dude, I'm not even gonna ask you for a crunchy dead leaf for me to crush, cuz seriously i'm done with all the 'Oh-My-I-Want-To-Sky-Dive-In-My-PJ's' talk and the 'I-Need-to-Leave-A-Significantly-Good-Mark-Behind' fantasies, I just need to get this stuff done for the loved ones and Ima do it quietly in my corner and so spare me all those lessons I was supposed to learn for my own life and those moments that made the lessons worth it.. I'm done figuring that mess out.. *major eye roll*
And I've fallen out of love with adult-stage homosapiens in this age I guess.. Kid's are the only stage of human beings sensible enough to be interacted with, based on the simplicity and absolute-frankness they possess. They may not have it all figured out but they DO have the skill of communicating what they know & feel, sans the emotional-roller coaster, added cuteness and an open mind. And it ends there. Trust me. You try interacting with anyone above 4 feet 5".. you may as well talk to a giraffe and get it to sign an insurance policy.
And I've fallen out of love with the whole concept of a "sixth sense" .. because currently it ..or rather it's being correct ...caused me insomnia for well-over three months. -_- ..oh and my willpower, that's just the part of me I wanna m**n... this post just writes itself -_- ...no seriously, here I am tryina "feel" like a real human-being, "express" it and "live through" it and along comes Willpower and throws that emo-awesome-ness out the window, gets my butt a-moving..on to other stuff......... D=
... yeah, I know, pretty ungrateful and downright wretched of me.. not myself apparently, but despite the number of times I've heard that the previous months.. isn't that a direct consequence of being 'unsettled' you guys? V_V
Friday, June 29, 2012
Disappointment.
Its an easy concept to grasp. An instant emotion to feel.
Disappointed.
Its an easy word to say. Atleast, once you are old enough to speak clearly.
But it holds so much more than just the feeling of being let down, of having not met expectations. There's this element of heartbreak involved. This sinking feeling that things never were as great as you imagined. It has more than comes across when you say it. The person has this hope of making it up to you and moving on. Its almost encouraging to the said person.
But there's more where that came from. Disappointment isn't just a feeling to be dealt with - it could be a very real understanding of things as they dawn upon you. A very clear truth that settles its roots within you. You'd think if we didn't expect anything from anyone - we would be shielded from being disappointed. When really, all that takes is the wrong impression of what you consider a fact.
As in the case, of the news story below, no matter how little the percentage of disappointment - it can have a very real affect on a person.
http://gulfnews.com/news/gulf/uae/health/colas-in-uae-comply-with-required-standards-abu-dhabi-food-control-authority-1.1041829
Disappointed.
Its an easy word to say. Atleast, once you are old enough to speak clearly.
But it holds so much more than just the feeling of being let down, of having not met expectations. There's this element of heartbreak involved. This sinking feeling that things never were as great as you imagined. It has more than comes across when you say it. The person has this hope of making it up to you and moving on. Its almost encouraging to the said person.
But there's more where that came from. Disappointment isn't just a feeling to be dealt with - it could be a very real understanding of things as they dawn upon you. A very clear truth that settles its roots within you. You'd think if we didn't expect anything from anyone - we would be shielded from being disappointed. When really, all that takes is the wrong impression of what you consider a fact.
As in the case, of the news story below, no matter how little the percentage of disappointment - it can have a very real affect on a person.
http://gulfnews.com/news/gulf/uae/health/colas-in-uae-comply-with-required-standards-abu-dhabi-food-control-authority-1.1041829
Monday, June 25, 2012
Not everything we know..
I know you expected me to smile. Like a hearty, broad smile. When you gazed at me like you did - I know that's what you were waiting for me to do.
I know you expected me to say something. Like a welcome, embracing word. When we stood there for hours on end - I know that's what you were waiting for me to say.
I know you know the moment's been etched in my memory forever.
I expected you to know and you did.
But, dear one, it's little about what we know and a lot more about what we can do about it.
As far apart as time has pushed us, there's little to say or do. Or feel.
Be it in a fantasy or the reality, not everything we know is ...exactly what we feel.
I know you expected me to say something. Like a welcome, embracing word. When we stood there for hours on end - I know that's what you were waiting for me to say.
I know you know the moment's been etched in my memory forever.
I expected you to know and you did.
But, dear one, it's little about what we know and a lot more about what we can do about it.
As far apart as time has pushed us, there's little to say or do. Or feel.
Be it in a fantasy or the reality, not everything we know is ...exactly what we feel.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Crisp.
The smell of fresh leaves,
the crisp sound of crushing old ones.
The mist in the air,
as it melts on my skin.
Its a routine we do,
Its ours till the end.
Its a feeling we make,
Its for us to live within.
Walking with a heavy head,
and sometimes light as air,
What is it that is wanted from us?
or from you? or from me?
Just silence and a little pain,
just noise and some joy.
A gulp and a breath,
to keep walking on.
Is it that's all there?
Is there more we're yet to see.
It seems a never-ending road,
or one that's just begun instead.
Haze in my head,
Dewy - my heart,
Quite - my mind,
They say its the perfect moment to pray.
the crisp sound of crushing old ones.
The mist in the air,
as it melts on my skin.
Its a routine we do,
Its ours till the end.
Its a feeling we make,
Its for us to live within.
Walking with a heavy head,
and sometimes light as air,
What is it that is wanted from us?
or from you? or from me?
Just silence and a little pain,
just noise and some joy.
A gulp and a breath,
to keep walking on.
Is it that's all there?
Is there more we're yet to see.
It seems a never-ending road,
or one that's just begun instead.
Haze in my head,
Dewy - my heart,
Quite - my mind,
They say its the perfect moment to pray.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
...
Been 'springcleaning' for the past few days...though its a pleasant *and oh so rare* 14 degrees outside SubhanAllah ... =)
Newho, the back of one's cupboard (or the half of one's shelving & wardrobe unit) can be a beautiful yet surreal, reminiscence-causing area. The photographs, the keepsakes, the souvenirs and those no1-knows-i-saved-this items can hold an entire lifetime within them when you've not even lived half of your life =D..
Well, let's just say amidst all the sweet memories made & touching experiences had..there are the inevitable bunch of grand-hiccups down the road .. the let-me-sing-loudly-to-myself-to-forget-that-ever-happened twists to our otherwise sunny bright journey.. And when you've had your fair share of these hiccups, or are bombarded by them one after the other for a signficant amount of time......... you become a sort've of "nostalgia-phobe".
You begin to dread missing anything ... there's a whole lotta bitter in that jar of sweet.. the emo in you is heavier on the see-saw than you're happy-go-lucky side.... you're still living out the part where it'll all balance and become a "mixed bag" or a series of "ups and downs"..... it's still a waiting period & you'd much rather anticipate & hope for the result uphill than cherish the effort at the bottom.
No surprises if I can relate to any of that.. although thankfully, I seem to be gradually making peace with the entire bitter part and actually begin to enjoy it as the unique aftertaste to AMPLE sweet I've had in my life so far Alhamdulilah =)..
Here's some post-appropriate lyrics from "Yaad" by Shehzad Roy (which is his only piece that I like):
Newho, the back of one's cupboard (or the half of one's shelving & wardrobe unit) can be a beautiful yet surreal, reminiscence-causing area. The photographs, the keepsakes, the souvenirs and those no1-knows-i-saved-this items can hold an entire lifetime within them when you've not even lived half of your life =D..
Well, let's just say amidst all the sweet memories made & touching experiences had..there are the inevitable bunch of grand-hiccups down the road .. the let-me-sing-loudly-to-myself-to-forget-that-ever-happened twists to our otherwise sunny bright journey.. And when you've had your fair share of these hiccups, or are bombarded by them one after the other for a signficant amount of time......... you become a sort've of "nostalgia-phobe".
You begin to dread missing anything ... there's a whole lotta bitter in that jar of sweet.. the emo in you is heavier on the see-saw than you're happy-go-lucky side.... you're still living out the part where it'll all balance and become a "mixed bag" or a series of "ups and downs"..... it's still a waiting period & you'd much rather anticipate & hope for the result uphill than cherish the effort at the bottom.
No surprises if I can relate to any of that.. although thankfully, I seem to be gradually making peace with the entire bitter part and actually begin to enjoy it as the unique aftertaste to AMPLE sweet I've had in my life so far Alhamdulilah =)..
Here's some post-appropriate lyrics from "Yaad" by Shehzad Roy (which is his only piece that I like):
Yaad
Woh jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha,
Woh jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha,
Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.
Jo na mit sakey wahi pyar tha
Jo na mit sakey wahi pyar tha
Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.
Woh naey gilay woh shikayatein
Woh maze maze ki hikayathein
Kabhi rooththe kabhi maanthe
Woh sitham kabhi woh inayathein
Mujhe sab hay yaad
Zara zara..
Mujhe sab hay yaad
Zara zara..
Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.
Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.
Woh jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha,
Woh jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha,
Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.
Woh jo din thay kitnay ajeeb thay,
Haan bus aik se naseeb thay.
Kay judaa na houn yahi khauwf tha,
Kabhi hum bhi itna qareeb thay.
Woh jo waada meinay wafa kiya,
Woh jo waada meinay wafa kiya,
Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.
Jo na mit sakey wahi pyar tha
Jo na mit sakey wahi pyar tha
Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.
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....dewy memories aside, g'nite folks! ;)
My demons & my muse.
I thought I may as well churn the cheesy-cheese.
Write about how I felt - for my own relief.
And how I felt wasn't that uplifting or nice,
Something of the sort you'd call "quiet a surprise."
It wasn't supposed to feel as uncomfortable as this,
What you didn't really have.. how could you miss?
I wasn't meant to breath this unknown air,
I'd rather lay my heart bare.
That it would leave a little lump in my throat,
That it would carve a fleshy hole.
I didn't see it coming & hitting me this hard,
Expectations only work to raise the bar.
There's no good that ever comes out of them,
Why dwell into what you don't comprehend?
I would be forced to seek another refuge,
Neglecting your ears to preserve my muse.
I yearn to know what in me you fight,
I need to know I'm in this right.
That my prose would be shoved away with a sweet sugar coat,
A whiff of arrogance in a praise-worthy note.
I do not expect it for I do intend to be fair,
Yet humanity presents in imperfections my share.
I do pray it never matters as much as this night,
That I'm forever awed by the days bright.
Write about how I felt - for my own relief.
And how I felt wasn't that uplifting or nice,
Something of the sort you'd call "quiet a surprise."
It wasn't supposed to feel as uncomfortable as this,
What you didn't really have.. how could you miss?
I wasn't meant to breath this unknown air,
I'd rather lay my heart bare.
That it would leave a little lump in my throat,
That it would carve a fleshy hole.
I didn't see it coming & hitting me this hard,
Expectations only work to raise the bar.
There's no good that ever comes out of them,
Why dwell into what you don't comprehend?
I would be forced to seek another refuge,
Neglecting your ears to preserve my muse.
I yearn to know what in me you fight,
I need to know I'm in this right.
That my prose would be shoved away with a sweet sugar coat,
A whiff of arrogance in a praise-worthy note.
I do not expect it for I do intend to be fair,
Yet humanity presents in imperfections my share.
I do pray it never matters as much as this night,
That I'm forever awed by the days bright.
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