Saturday, September 26


John Keats Tombstone

I love autumn in Ontario. One glance at the colourful foliage in autumn makes you believe that, although autumn is considered to be the middle-age of the four-seasons, it is as glorious as any season of the year. There is something about autumn that has everything to do with the majestic turning of the leaves. And what turning is that! If autumn were not as colourful as it is in Canada, then I would have had found the winters absolutely unbearable.

And now, hear John Keats’ To Autumn:

To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the ground, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Tuesday, September 15

A Canadian Point of View

I wish I could trust Mr. (former professor/lecturer/author) Michael Ignatieff, but I can’t. I mistrust this precious Canadian Elitist and his supporters. Although I have to admit that he, Mr. Ignatieff, has a great potential to be the “next Charismatic Leader” of Canada. Only if he had what Joseph Philippe Pierre Yves Elliott Trudeau (In Office: 1968-1979) possessed. Alas, some people are not the whole package.

I wish our scholars could learn from that famous Doctor Faustus. Goethe or Marlowe, the scholar is in the grip of Mephistopheles. And God save us from our own demons, the Mephistopheles within us.


Saturday, September 12

Breaking my promise

In life, we make many promises, and sometimes we break some of them. Not a problem. We are human, and thus we’re obliged to be true to our biological make-up and prove ourselves capable of changing our minds, swaying to our own tunes, and breaking our own promises. Now, having said that, I have to break a promise that I made to myself a little while ago, and talk, even in brief, about the glory of Revolutionists in Islamic Republic of Iran. And why do I break my own promise of not writing about the political shenanigans in that country? Because I know that you want to know what I think about the recent events.

So, here is what I think. That even though “the leaders of the opposition” in Iran are a selected group of seasoned Revolutionists, who are planning another Revolution to reform the first one, their estimation is all wrong! I assure you that they don’t know their numbers! And they don’t know the people of Iran.

The Supreme Leader may shout all he wants, while Ahmadinejad will show up in New York—he likes Sacks Fifth Avenue. (And who in his position wouldn’t?). Meanwhile, the Revolutionary Guard flaunts his constitutional mandate, and Mir Hossein Mossavi and his allies get ready to be glorified. Alas, Khatami will not be joining them!
Obama may like what Hillary has in mind, and who knows, may be if it’s necessary the lobbyists push for something little more daring than just a tough sanction, but the European Union may again consider some independent reactions. What the Russians and Chinese will bring to the table may even change the plan, and push the Reformists to look elsewhere. Not too complicated altogether!

But the real question still remains unanswered: How do we team up against what has been planned for us?


Sunday, September 6

Just a thought

I’ m a pain for no one but myself!


Saturday, September 5

Are you ready?

When in a split second, a microscopic entity becomes vile and exerts itself rudely and attacks a poor immune system viciously, it shows to prove the extent of the fragility of the human body. In reality, we do not know how vulnerable we are until we see the sour point of our vulnerability as a condition to our complicated existence.

In Canada we have yet to react, but there are chances that some of us will in a very near future. And I tell you if you have lived a winter in Canada, then, you would know why some people would be going mad for vaccination against a vile flu.
In Iran, I know for sure, that the whole Flu thing is going to scare the Mullahs, not the people. Iranians are not worried about the Flu, because they have the Mullahs to be worried about—the Plague of the Centuries past.

May your God keep you away from Swine Flu, because the vaccine cannot, and I am not kidding. Have a friend, a seventy-five years old feisty lady, who received Flu Shots last year, and twice ended up in Hospital to get rid of it! So, there goes your hope for medical intervention. But if there is a problem, the solution, then, should lie within.

What options do we have?

As far as the flu is concerned, we should apply the rules of Thumbs, the common-sense approach to defeat the vile attack. For that we should go back to our childhood and try to remember our elders’ simple words of wisdom—although number 6 is a contemporary wisdom:

1) Washing hands is the first rule to keeping yourself healthy. Your hands go to so many places, including your mouth, so keep them clean for your own sake, if not for the sake of the others.
2) Try to carry a pack of tissue papers in your purse, in your pocket. If you are an old type, try to have at least two clean and ironed handkerchiefs handy.
3) For haven’s sake do not sneeze into people’s face. Have manners, what is wrong with you guys?
4) Cough as much as your lung can afford, but don’t spit at people. That’s nasty. Cover your bloody mouth with a tissue paper, a handkerchief, and if none is available to you, then cough into your own sleeve. Don’t share what you don’t like with other people. That’s down right cheap.
5) Stay at home, you won’t loose your job over flu. You always lie. But, if you are feeling slightly sick do not show up at work, just be honest and say that you are contagious. The boss will understand that, I promise you.