Wednesday, January 30

Blind & Lame

"The Will is the strong blind man who carries on his shoulder the lame man who can see". (Schopenhauer)

Until later,


Sunday, January 27

"Attempting to understand mankind"

Some words are far more precious then to pass them by without realizing the depth of their meaning.

"Being sorry for mankind has nothing much to do with attempting to understand mankind".

(Robertson Davies: The Novelist and Magic)

Friday, January 25

A nation's confusion

There are times, when a nation is confused and therefore commits suicide. And also there are times, when a nation’s confusion evokes nothing but an irritating bafflement, for things can rapidly move downward from bad to worse, and astonishingly not a soul knows why!

Knowing that there is something wrong, that there is a great danger lurking at the very corner of the next street you are about to turn to, knowing that your next move can be as bad as your previous ones, knowing all that you must know in order to prevent a dreadful situation requires a great understanding of life. If a nation, however confused, however disillusioned, however helpless, seeks redemption they should settle for nothing less than a great understanding of their struggle and hardship, and they should do it in a sense that can only result in their triumph over confusion.

Friday, January 18

A Touch of Poetry

"The days gone by
Return upon me almost from the dawn
Of life: the hiding places of Man’s power
Open: I would approach them, but they close.
I see by glimpses now; when age comes on,
May scarcely see at all
" (William Wordsworth).

Thursday, January 17

Writers and Revolution

"...Unquestionably some writers are deeply moved by political and social causes, and they write with power to support whatever they think is necessary to bring about a better world. Every revolution has had a few writers involved in it at the beginning; by the end they are frequently either disillusioned or dead. But it would be wrong to dispute their sincerity or their goodness or their goodness of heart" (Robertson Davies).


Monday, January 14

How do you say what you want to say without using certain words?

Every now and then an email from Iran escapes through the heavy inquisitorial filtration imposed by the Islamic regime, and struggle its way into my mail box. And every time I receive such an email from Iran, I count my blessings and pray to the One to keep the authorities away from my friends’ mail-box. In days such as these, we need to pray very hard for everything we are about to receive, I assume.
Now, the content of an escaped-letter could range from painfully revealing—with respect to the reality of life in the Islamic Republic—to astonishingly truthful with respect to a nation’s plight, their struggle to endure the most horrible fate they are suffering from. In fact, inside each escaped-email, there are dreadful revelations about the infestation in the core of the society under the thumb of the ideologues, about the downfall of a nation whose toll is the result of many things amongst which helplessness can be ranked as one.
Usually there is much in between the lines; simple truth, complicated matters. The very truth lies in the very core of the adjectives and nouns that have been carefully chosen to address the complications, and define the truth. The truth, however, is as simply obvious as it is obviously simple to grasp, and it cannot be ignored either.
The paragraphs in such “letters” are usually organised in accordance to the prioritization of the issues closest to the heart of the composer. In such manner the sentences are wisely crafted to convey the most horrible news. In such a case, the first paragraph is presented as a conspicuous lamentation for all that is lost and can never be retrieved. Short sentences, packed-words, I would say, grab your attention, makes you eat your heart out for not being able to do anything but to write a few short notes, such as this one, to bring the matter to the others’ attention. Catch-22, one can suppose.
The second paragraph, however, is, always, the real catcher, because it unlocks the mystery-vault. In fact, it shows the door to the heart of the truth, the obvious that which cannot be ignored, rejected or avoided, neither can it be denied further exploration. It is simply there to annoy you, to kick you hard in the arse, and to make you itch for doing the crazy thing, perhaps.
From “dealing with a lot of pathetic scumbags who lack common sense” we begin, and as we dig further, we encounter the tale of those “unusually self-centred” creatures and those who “lack basic decency, among others…” And I must assure you that it can only get worse, as we learn about those “who care less about their fellow beings, never mind animals, or the environment”. A society afflicted with Anomie, where alienated individuals roam around zombie-like; the hapless victims of a brutal ideology they are. Yet, a fragment of society is regenerating itself for the sole purpose of a collective Revolt.
And, finally, the ending paragraph is really short. Two lines, maximum, the message should be clear, and that’s the most suitable ending. Still there is hope. It’s all very simple to comprehend. You can’t go any clearer than that!

Monday, January 7

Remembering 17 Dey ( January 8th 1936)

In such occasion as today, I rather use words carefully merely out of respect for the subject under my treatment. On this day, I will draw your attention to the quotation, and leave the rest of the matter to you.

"Three o’clock in the afternoon, on Wednesday 17th of Dey (January 8, 1936), during a special ceremony in Tehran’s teachers’ preparatory college, Reza Shah Pahlavi ordered the casting aside of the chador, and announced the emancipation of Iranian women and their entrance into Iranian society. Thus began a new chapter in the biography of the Iranian woman. In this gathering Reza Shah was accompanied by his wife and daughters who themselves, for the first time, were appearing in public without wearing their chadors..." To read the entire article, please click on the link below.

Our special thanks to Sarbazekuchack.

Thursday, January 3

Too Good to Ignore!

I could not resist this brilliant quotation. So, I hope you find it interesting for your own good!

"To live-is a battle with troll-folk
In the realms of heart and head:
To write-is a man's self-judgement,
As Doom shall judge the dead".

Henrik Ibsen


Wednesday, January 2

“The power of brainwashing is amazing, did you know that?”

Imagine this that an “educated” non-Muslim Indian girl, a fellowship winner, is doing a “serious” research in an undisclosed university in the glorious City of Toronto, and quite casually meets an “educated” handsome-Muslim Pakistani guy, who is on some sort of a peculiar “award/fellowship”, who resides in a seat as a committee member of a board under whose supervision the girl is conducting her Doctoral research.

They become acquainted through time, and of course quiet decently too. He is "so charming, so well mannered, and so gentlemanly" that she finds him "absolutely irresistible, specially when he lower his head" in such a way that increases her heart’s palpitations. Naturally she is besotted with this charismatic guy, and particularly is bewitched by "the way he uses words in the most astonishing way to express his faith in Allah”.

She is “literally in Heaven”; there is “so much peace around him. He carries an aura of tranquility that I had never encountered before…” Quite charming, one should suppose! But then, the sweetness of love gets mixed up with the bitterness of separation of the “love-birds” (I assure you that the term is used in a very “innocent-respectful tone”), and she, who is totally smitten by the whole “innocent” affair, decides to seal her love with a certificate of conversion to Islam. Yes, that’s “the power of love”!

So, he leaves for Londonistan, (London, the Capital of England), while she returns to her studies. Her mind is not settled, her soul is in longing, she is restless, for her parents do not know any thing about the conversion. One of her intimate friends asks, “Had you not heard anything about the history of the subcontinent? How could you do that to your parents?” Silence is the most powerful answer at times!

She is now waiting for her trip to England. Another fellowship, this time from a very distinguish institute, has guaranteed her a comfortable stay in the land of the “Anglos”. “Over there, there will be a nice ceremony in a mosque, and before my parents know, I am his wife”.

There goes your tax money. Amen.