Sunday, May 30

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 107
















Alas, ‘tis true I have gone here and there
And made myself a motley to the view,
Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offenses of affections new,
Most true it is that I have looked on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
Now all is done, have what shall have no end;
Mine appetite I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confined.
Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best;
Even to thy pure and most most loving breast

Thursday, May 27

Too many Faces




As I have developed some kind of uneasy and uncomfortable feeling around seeing too many images representing Lables, within our wonderful city of Toronto and also as I am trying to hopefully get this unsettling feeling off of my chest, I decided to dedicate this writing to and hoping to provoke some question in the minds of the readers of this blog.

As advertising is a huge dilemma in our culture and there is no way to scape from it, driving or walking in this city and trying to rest the eyes by not seeing images, is an impossibility. Advertising really invades and intrudes itself in every corner; billboards within our city are filled with them, newspapers are jam packed with them, even the public and a lot of times, private cars and buses are offering nothing less.

In so many ways we are forced to look at advertising even if we do not wish to, and the only was to escape it is to look upward towards the sky. But I would not even recommend such thing for two simple reasons. One, you may fall down flat on your face and break a bone or two. Second, high rises are so high that they block your sight and you will find yourself incapable of seeing the sky anyway!

Why every ad is an image not just an ad? in other word, what is up with all these faces that seem to represent the label companies and brands. All ads are filled with images of people and things, from the real estates to fashion brands, to a sun glasses shop, a dentist office, or even a condominium under construction, or a loosing-weight facility, and so much more(which I do not wish to bore you with by mentioning them), invades our lives on a daily bases. Most likely, those faces which appeared in those ads are starring at you as if they are trying to convince you of not to only look at them but also to buy into the idea of purchasing the product. Lets take a clothing fashion ads on a public billboard as an example. Usually, there is a logo which is known as the brand and the rest is an image of some idealized face with a body, and most likely of that image is of a girl, who is just laying there, and of course in a very suggestive way, as if she is simply waiting for us to discover her. She seems as if she has nothing else to do, but just to rest there on the billboard and feel extremely comfortable, while being useless. What is the message?Are we going to look like her if we purchased the advertised piece of clothing from that store, or is she for sell? Or may be if we shop from that store then we can take her with us too. But on the other hand, how many of her likes can a store offer and to how many costumers? unless she is genetically modified, I don't see how every shoppers could have her a likeliness of hers. Plus what is she really good for? Obviously she can't work because she is incapable to do so, for she does nothing else but to stretch herself on a billboard. However, remembering that in this society laying and doing nothing can be considered as a major sin, being lazy is not considered to be a productive and useful act of a human being who is good for the society. So why is there such mix signals with the presentation of our advertising system?

Lets take another example, the ever so popular real state industry. so often what is the most important part of the advertising for a property is the realtor not the property itself. Usually this type of advertising is about the image of people , with huge faces, always and almost, and even forced, smiling back at us. Some of them even have their hand hooked on their ear that is plugged with a flashing head set. Other times, there is a family photo too. Now the questions are: does the house comes with the agent and the family too? Should we, after getting the exposure to his or her face and some times even their family, trust them that they really know how to sell? if yes, does that mean they are just good at selling, or does it mean that they are at your service? Why is it that every business involves selling images?

As we walk out side of our houses we see many faces on the street. Some happy, some sad, and some in between, yet, they don't sell anything to us. But why is it that as soon as the face is highlighted within some sort of ad they seem to sell some thing? Should we think of them as something different than our next-door-neighbour or the guy whom we just walked by a few minutes ago? What make faces in ads so separate and special rather than the average peoples' faces? Imagine you see a face in an ad and it so happens that the face resembles that evil person from the past whom you really have had a hard time forgiving; someone that you simply despise. Right there, the ad just worked against itself! You are just so turned off by looking at the image that no chance in hell you would ever want to get even close to that company.

One of the all the time tricks within the advertising world is this very famous phrase that" we know better than you ever would know what you want" yet the question is do they really know more than the individuals knows about the individuals' tastes and wishes and desires? Doesn't the ad generalize and assume and force us to believe that we all want the same things? Don't they take away the individuals' right by enforcing us to believe that there is no respect for being individuals?



Bita


Thursday, May 13

"Brown Penny"


I whispered, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough,’
Wherefore I threw a penny,
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and faire’.
Ah penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loopes of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love,
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah penny, brown penny, brown penny,One cannot begin it too soon
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Tuesday, May 11

Names!





Allah, some believers would say, has 1001 Names, and if you happen to know the “secret one” then you are redeemed and can have a meal with Allah in the Paradise!

But my question is this: Should we believe in what we read or hear, all the time?

Just to keep in mind, in my next post, there will be a few of Allah’s Names, and their meanings, just for the fun of it, of course!



Katayoun

Tuesday, May 4

Happy Mother's Day




There is only a few more days till Mother's day. I would like to take this wonderful opportunity to write about mothers and there importance in our life. Many people may not had or have the opportunity to experience what a good mother may be and it is perhaps very difficult to define what a good mother means, simply because in many cases our experiences and our needs vary and depending on that is how we define a good or bad mother. However, if we know the difference between good and bad, as I am sure that all people know the definition of good and bad even if some of us had more bad experiences to a point in which that they are not able to admit the difference between good and bad, yet we are all capable in our true being to know the difference. As we understand the difference between the act of kindness and unkind; in that regard and regardless of our personal experiences, every day as we walk out side and experience living among other people we witness kindness.

In my opinion, having a good mother regardless of our gender should not be something outside of ourselves. As a fetus, all of us, and for more than few months(depending on wether one was born before nine months or more), were living within our mother so in a way we have been our mother. As a fetus, in the mother's womb once we experienced every feeling or thoughts that our mother experienced and it effected us in a purest way as there was never any gap between the mother and the fetus. Every time she cried we felt the sadness, every time she laugh we felt the joy and the happiness, every time she sensed, we responded to her. Simply because we were the living being with emotions. But and than once we were born some of us stopped to feel our mother and got so concerned about our own being that we forgot she is always within us. Later on, some of us decided that she was not good enough to represent us and we wanted so badly to declare our own independence so we separated ourselves from her as much as we could to a point that we forgot and lost our own true being. A lost human being with a lost soul and fines nothing to hold on to. But the fact is that as we grow older and hopefully wiser, we realize that, in essence we are not so different than our own mother. So to love your mother is to love yourself and when you love yourself is to respect yourself and to respect yourself is to refine yourself and once that we have accomplished that is the same as refining your mother. Simply because we can not refine ourselves and mothers if we seek her as an outsider. So be good to yourself and in so doing be good to your mother and know that you could not exist if your mother did not. You don't even have to do much, all you have to do is to huge her and kiss her and tell her that you love her and thank her for being your mother and if you did that, you will be the first even before your own mother to feel love, respect, warmth, and be proud of who you really are.

I am lucky to have a good mother although I have not always being a good child yet she has shared her love with me every day and as I am growing older I am loving her more and more everyday and that is what makes me feel good about me and my mother.


Bita