Monday, September 29


It is a wise thing to “trust” one’s intuition. In fact, if we are ever wise, we should rely on our intuition and live our life to its fullest, because our intuition is our guiding light. But intuition without the force of a sharp mind cannot work its magical effect, which is the ceasing of the moments that are crucial in fulfilling one’s fate, whatever may be. For the Truthful Guidance that comes from the bottom of our soul, and helps each of us accordingly and clearly, is the working of our intuition, and nothing else, and it needs careful attention which requires a certain sharpness of mind. How many people have lived a miserable life, unfulfilled, unsatisfied, and left a legacy of bitterness and of hatred behind, only because they never found a way to learn how to sharpen their mind?!
And the sharpness of mind is a work of purpose and of a meaningful progress, not merely in its ‘academic sense,’ but in its tangible, divine-humanistic grasp of life. A sense that is distinct from fakery. Anyway, I should cut this entry short and bring you this week’s quotation by Aldous Huxley on “Experience”:
"Experience is not a matter of having actually swum the Hellespont, or danced with the dervishes, or slept in a doss-house. It is a matter of sensibility and intuition, of seeing and hearing the significant things, of paying attention at the right moments, of understanding and co-ordinating. Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him."

Wednesday, September 24

Be Inspired...

The beams of light in an absolute dark, the dazzling stars in the dark blue of the sky, these are the various sources of inspiration to many of us, these days. After all, one has to survive. And survival without inspiration is not a task that will produce any positive end. And I think we need to have a positive end, even though it may not seem to be attainable, but till there is Hope and Light, there is Will to prevail. And we all know what willingness can achieve.
So, be inspired by little things, by simple things, by things that are very ordinary, for those are the sources of your inspiration. And you need to be inspired to live and do what you can to create an opportunity for the betterment of the expected future.

Sunday, September 21

The world is too much with us

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. (1802-04)

Saturday, September 13

The Persian Gulf will remain a Persian Gulf, and that's a fact

A democratic magazine, as “unbiased” as they come, was on the news stand. And I had the feeling that I had to purchase it and further the profit of the “unbiased elite” of the democratic society of the truth-tellers. After all it is the “SPECIAL COLLECTOR”S EDITION; 25th ANNIVERSARY ISSUE!” and one ought to be utterly vain, not to purchase the Vanity Fair.
So, I browse through the pages of the profitable advertisings and then I reach the section called “The Vanity Fair 100”. Number One on every one’s list is that maniac Vladimir Putin, the godlike prime minister of Russia, still “at the height of his power”. What else is new? Turn the page, and see some other names: Rupert Murdoch, with his Chinese connection; Roman Abramovich, the man who after years of living in the capital of the Great Britain is still in need of taking some ESL courses, and shamelessly owns a “Boeing 767 with anti-missile system”. Oh, dear Molly what a dread! And then there it is the picture of that Sheikh who is declared by the Republican’s leader as a “sharp dresser”. I read the entry, and it occurs to me that the history books are scarce in the United States of America, for every fool on this planet knows that there is no such a thing as an “Arabian Gulf region”! What rubbish has been pressed onto those glossy-sheets of modern papyrus for which one has to pay a fortune to read the plausible facts?!
And there is this old news: that there is a Persian Gulf that will remain a Persian Gulf, even though the likes of that “sharp dresser” may wish to meddle with historical facts. A magazine as auspicious as Vanity Fair should consult facts--historical ones--or at least consult the famous American Historians who are residing in Harvard and Yale, before accepting bribes from the likes of that Sheikh or the others, in order to satisfy the feeble-minded sheikhs, the intimate friends of the well-bread-elite of the Americans and their allies.


Sunday, September 7

The Lost Leader (1843-1845)

Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat—
Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,
Lost al the others she lets us devote;
They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver,
So much was theirs who so little allowed:
How all our copper had gone for his service!
Rags—were they purple, his heart had been proud!
We that had loved him so, followed him, honored him,
Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,
Learned his great language, caught his clear accents,
Made him our pattern to live and to die!
Shakespeare was of us, Milton war for us,
Burns, Shelley, were with us—they watch from their greaves!
He alone breaks from the van and the freemen
--He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves!
We shall march prospering—not through his presence;
Songs may inspirit us—not form his lyre;
Deeds will be done—while he boasts his quiescence,
Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire:
Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more,
One task more declined, one more footpath untrod,
One more devils’-triumph and sorrow for angels,
Life’s night begins: let him never come back to us!
There would be doubt, hesitation and pain,
Forced praise on our part—the glimmer of twilight,
Never glad confident morning again!
Best fight on well, for we taught him—strike gallantly,
Menace our heart ere we master his own;
Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us,
Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne!
Robert Browning (1812-1889)

Tuesday, September 2

Bravo Multiculturalism, Bravo

At the busiest intersection of this multicultural city of Toronto, four young bearded fellows, in their traditional regalia, had set up a table, upon which from pocket-Quran to carefully designed pamphlets explaining the purpose of “the Final Revelation” and “Divine Guidance from the Creator,” was at display.
I drew near the table, stand there for a second or two, try to understand what is wrong with me?! One of them took the courage and moved toward me, he was trying to be a gentleman. His eyes didn’t meet mine, he was a real Muslim! I have seen many of them; I had lived in a country that had been revolutionized to meet the Barbaric Islamic Standards. I know how Muslim brothers treat their Muslim mothers, sisters, and wives.
I ask for a pamphlet; I read through it in a minute, and I ask myself, if Islam is that peaceful, and if Allah is that One, then why the hell Iran’s history is filled with atrocities committed by the Muslims. One-Thousand-Four-Hundred-Twenty-Nine years of spreading the message of the “Holy Qur’an,” and still there is blood; look at the Middle Eastern countries such as Iraq, Palestine, Lebanon, Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Iran, and look at other counties where the “Divine Revelation” has been at work, and then decide whether you want this “ Divine Guidance” to be part of your daily life.