Monday, March 29


In this note, however brief, I would like to point a finger at jealousy in relation to stupidity.

The Oxford Advanced Dictionary, the one that sits like a bible on my desk, defines Jealousy (which should be beneath a mature being) as “a feeling of being jealous”. Shall we assume, for a second and for the purpose of this note that, jealousy is in us, but its degree of severity varies from one individual to another one. Now, let us see, what defines “a feeling of being jealous”. According to the same source, if “feeling angry or unhappy because somebody you like or love is showing interest in somebody else”, then you are suffering from bouts of “jealousy”. Furthermore, should you happen to feel “angry and unhappy because you wish you had something that somebody else has”, you are considered to be a jealous being.

Now let us proceed to define stupidity as well, for we would like to argue with reason, not passion. According to OAD a stupid person is someone who is “showing a lack of thought or good judgment”. Stupidity, however, is a “behaviour that shows a lack of thought or good judgment”.

If you are “angry” or miserable because somebody you like happens to like somebody else, and you try to cut them off of their chance of being happy, you are jealous, and to go on with that feeling inside of you will put you in the category of being stupid. You should know that people are apt to like one another, regardless of your likes or dislikes. But if you are feeling “angry or unhappy” because you do not possess what others do, and act like an ass, then you are really stupid, because you can not possess what you don’t have. In either of these cases, if you show anger and express severe unhappiness over things people have and like, you are jealous and stupid, and are less likely to be liked or/and respected by your fellow beings.
And please do remember that jealousy kills the wildest wolf!

Saturday, March 27

Iranian Poetry!

Those ancient poets used to say It with an extraordinary simplicity, that is still beyond ordinary reach, and when they said their say they sure knew that It will never be lost in time.

Cheers to those who can be simple, yet mysterious at once

In the Monastery of the Magi
Why do they honour us?
The fire that never dies
Burn in our heart

Hafez (14th Century Iranian Poet, from the glorious city of Shiraz, where the best wine [still]comes from!)


Friday, March 19

Happy Norooz to all Iranians, Tajiks and Afghans(نوروزتان شاد باد)

In the background, there is an “old” song sang by Guitti, an Iranian female artist famous in the 70s, and in the foreground, there is a picture of Norooz celebration during the reign of His Majesty, the Late Mohammad Reza Shah Pahlavi, meanwhile, I am trying to write this note in between painting the eggs, and wrapping the gifts.

Be merry and gay, for Norooz-e Djamshidee is here. Our ancestors celebrated the Birth of Sun and the Rejuvenation of the Earth, and prepared themselves for the arrival of the most glorious season of the Year, the beautiful spring in Iran, and they called it Norooz, the New Day.

Be merry and gay, even if you are under the Yoke of the Islamic Regime, a theocratic despotic state of Terror, Horror and Hate. Be happy, for Norooz is here, and is making you feel that you are Alive, that you need to Rejuvenate, that you need to Grow.

Be merry and gay, even if you are far away from your parent, from your relatives, from the land you love and keep dear in your heart, for Norooz is here. Let us celebrate Norooz, and be thankful that we still keep some good traditions alive.

Be merry and gay, even when you are a solitary soul in the city of Millions, still feeling that although you have a home, but you are Not At Home. But, you know that, Norooz is the New Day, a New Dawn in your exilic life, and you learn to stay hopeful and sane, and you celebrate it with an inexplicable joy in the depth of your gut.

Norooz-e Tu, Norooz-e Man, Norooz Maa, Norooz-e Iran-Zamin, Shad Baad.


Sunday, March 14

Fire and Ice

I know that many of you are familiar with the poetry of Robert Frost, a famous American Poet, a distinguished-four-time winner of the Pulitzer Prize, and I also know that many amongst you are in favour of Fire and Ice, because of its powerful display of a poet’s instinct, and his philosophical turn of mind. But I wanted you to read it again so that you could know why Fire over Ice!


Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice

Robert Frost (1847-1963)

Saturday, March 13

Our Hope will never Die

Exactly in a week, Norooz (Nowrooz) will arrive to bring us an armful of hopes and dreams. Are we ready to celebrate its arrival? Nearly five million Iranian-exiles will welcome the New Year, the ancient Norooz, far away from their Home, and will have only one wish: To celebrate Norooz at Home, perhaps the next year. Will that be an unattainable goal? Only time will tell. Meanwhile, I will go on a dreamer!