Monday, December 31

Happy 2008 to All

The Old one is almost gone, and the New one is fast approaching. A year older but a year wiser should we hope to have become, now that we are approaching the New one.

Friday, December 28

A poet's version of Genesis


In the beginning was the three-pointed star,
One smile of light across the empty face;
One bough of bone across the rooting air,
The substance forked that marrowed the first sun;
And, burning ciphers on the round of space,
Heaven and hell mixed as they spun.

In the beginning was the pale signature,
Three-syllabled and starry as the smile;
And after came the imprints on the water,
Stamp of the minted face upon the moon;
The blood that touched the crosstree and the grail
Touched the first cloud and left a sign.

In the beginning was the mounting fire,
That set alight the weathers from a spark,
A three-eyed, red-eyed spark, blunt as a flower;
Life rose and spouted from the rolling seas,
Burst in the roots, pumped from the earth and rock
The secret oils that drive the grass.

In the beginning was the word, the word
That from the solid bases of the light
Abstracted all the letters of the void;
And from the cloudy bases of the breath
The word flowed up, translating to the heart
First characters of birth and death.

In the beginning was the secret brain,
The brain was celled and soldered in the thought
Before the pitch was forking to a sun;
Before the veins were shaking in their sieve,
Blood shot and scattered to the winds of light
The ribbed original of love.

(The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: 1934-1952)

Thursday, December 27

The Assassination

Benazir Bhutto is no longer a “candidate”, no longer a woman with “modern” ideas, no longer a mother with hopes and dreams. The assassin is on his way to “Paradise” (Behesht, Jannat); only to realize that there is no such a thing as that!

In a “country” armed with 2000+Maddrassa finding an “assassin/ideologue” to combat the “enemy” on behalf of you is not a challenging task. All you need to do is to “point out the enemy”, then proceed to select the most loyal ideologues and tell them that the Key to Heaven’s gate is inside their dynamite-padded-vast. Then line them up and keep them on their toes. When the time is right, when the “buck” is in your tiny little pocket, then you send them out, one by one, to heaven.

Whether I agreed with the kind of “political” ideas the Late Mrs. Bhutto held so dear to her heart or not, or the way she went about her business, is not the matter of concern here, the important issue is the continuous bloodshed in the streets of Pakistan, a country armed not only with ideologues but Nuclear Weapon too. Perhaps it is only fair to say that the Western Intelligence Agency, just as it was expected of them, had failed to foresee the “assassination”!

But, let us hope, in the spirit of Free that any Nation under the thumb of fascists and ideologues, stand united to fight for Freedom till the wretched Evil is destroyed.


Tuesday, December 18

"I want your own books to find you"

"...when you read a book, you are at least half of the totality of that experience; the reader makes something fresh of whatever it is he (she) reads. a book is renewed every time it finds a perceptive reader, and no book is the same to every reader...reading is not a substitute for life, because it is indivisible from life. Indeed, it is a reflection of the spirit of the reader, and I am truly convinced that we who are committed readers may appear to choose our books, but in an equally true sense our books choose us. By an agency that is not coincidence, but something much more powerful that Jungians call synchronicity, we find, and are found by, the books we need to enlarge and complete us. Reading is not escape, something done at random; it is directed unerringly toward the inner target. It is truly a turning inward. it is exploration, extension, and reflection of one's innermost self". (Roberston William Davies: The Merry Heart)


Thus says the Philosopher...

"To be Happy means to be self-sufficient".



Saturday, December 15

Emancipation and its costs...

What does it mean to emancipate oneself from all that is prohibiting, restricting, invasive, offensive, degrading, belittling and maddening is not an easy issue to address, and accordingly does not pertain to pleasantries, especially in the case of those who stand against God’s Trustees, the omniscient-omnipotent-omnipresent crowd of righteous devotees, who are ready to slaughter you for the sake of sacredness, with the hope of elevating themselves beyond and entering into Haven above.

Nobody has ever claimed that emancipation was an easy, painless process, for it is not. In fact, emancipation is a deep, painful, at times even rather confusing, long process that may even cause one’s most precious thing, life. But with an end so glorious, so rewarding, so accommodating to human’s nature, it cannot be ignored that emancipation is a process that starts from within and moves without, and therefore it takes an extraordinary courage and effort to understand a cause, to observe its effects, however degrading they may be, and to declare oneself free of all that is irrational, immovable and unjust. And that's why emancipation is worth all its costs!

Thursday, December 13

Another Murder...

I have heard these slogans: Islam is "friendly". Islam is the "religion of peace". Islam is all that you need to have. But what we have seen, so far, stand against the slogans, and I wonder why?!
A Sixteen year old teenager, a "Muslim" girl, of Pakistani descent, is murdered by men who claim to be devote Muslims. And I ask, Where is friendliness in Islam, when dealing with one's daughter, one's sister, with one's own blood? If this religion is peaceful, why killing is praised and practiced? How many innocent lives have to be sacrificed before we decide that Islam is not all that all may need.


Wednesday, December 12

Yet another simple note

I despise expressions such as “open Democracy”, or “free-thinking for the world”, and to be honest with you, the moment they are uttered by those “Opposition” who call themselves “the reformists”, I go absolutely mad. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against “democracy” per se; it is just not my cup of tea when it is brewed by an ex-hardliner, whose heart still beats to the tune of the Islamic Revolution.


Saturday, December 8

A novelist's conversation with her father

Iran, for some of us, is not a land, it is home.
Read what Farideh Goldin, "A Jewish Iranian" has to say about her conversation with her late father.


Wednesday, December 5

Power, flower, hurt and smell!

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces,
And husband nature’s ruches from expense;
They are the lords owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Sonnet 94, William Shakespeare


Saturday, December 1

A letter from Iran...

A frined has sent me an email from Iran, and just to let you know how things are functioning over there, I am quoting a few lines from it. Hope you think twice, before you decide to declare your indifference to what is happening there.

"I am trying to be as well as I can be, considering the f####d-up nature of this country!!! I'm sure you know what I mean. You should not envy me, in fact, no one should, 'cause things have been so out-of-control. Anyways, this place is not in a good shape at all, quite messy in every regard. You guys should be glad you are not here and, if I were you, I'd forget about this place altogether--it's totally headed in the wrong direction. There are things I'd like to say but can't on dirty lines like the one I'm using. Telephones too are not clean, so if you ever decide to call me, please exercise total discretion"

That's all for now


No Title for This One

The word is spoken, oh dear. Finally, Rafsanjani-who recently join the infamous club of Khamanei-Ahmadinejad-Sepah-in a historical Friday sermon, broke the news to the world. Yes, the Mullahs have set their minds that the Islamic Republic should achieve its fullest “Technological Potential”. And he asserted that if "the West let us do what we’d like to do, we" can soon reach an agreement with them. But, "if they stubbornly demand from us" full cooperation in the matter of “technological advancement” (meaning the enrichment of Uranium, or whatever else they think they are doing), then the matter becomes "more complicated to seek any resolution" for.
So, in reality, the West has only one obvious choice to make, and that’s, according to Rafsanjani’s confession about the last twenty-five-years of Islamic investments in the process and progress of building nuclear facilities, running them and launching Uranium Enrichment for the sole peaceful purpose of maintaining the Republic’s right of achieving its dream. You don’t need me to tell you about that “dream”, do you?!

And amazingly, all of these displays of Lordly manner of spending people’s money, Iranians’ money on achieving the Republic’s dreams of arming itself with dangerous weapons and material about handling which the leaders of the Republic know not a damn thing, are paid out of the nation’s pocket. If Pakistan, which is run by Islamic Military and Islam, can have Nuclear Bomb(s), why shouldn’t Islamic Republic, and perhaps later on Afghanistan, or even Iraq, again.

Whoever argued against the profitability of another War in the Middle East?