Zubermann singing in the bathroom
Aaaye ho mairay dil mein tum - nahin nahin nahin
Aaaye ho tum mairi zindagi mein potty bun kay
Aaaye ho tum mairi zindagi mein potty bun kay
Ab flush na ho jaaannaa!!!!!!!"
Go figure..
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
(Draft) Munn-dane: The Balanced Equation of Chee
I ask the little Asian boy his name. "Chee" he blankly responds.
I feel a smile take over my face. Chee is what i call Tariq Chachoo and anything that reminds me of people that are home make my heart lighter.
So tonight i'm thinking of Chee on the 99 and what comes to mind is his advice.
The wise Chee explains:
Everyone has their own equation for Life. The variables are the same and so what defines an equation is the importance accorded to each variable. In your case love is the dominant variable in most of your relationships. Keep that in mind. If love isn't the dominant variable for him in this particular relationship then restructure your equation accordingly.
Spoken like a true Physics major. An 18 year old didn't need eloquence. Just effective advice.
Royal BC Museum, Victoria - Incomplete Draft
I never understood why people went to look at historical monuments or art and architecture. Usually, this lack of appreciation would surface when ami would drag us to see "masterpieces" on family trips. "Ami aap bhee naa..!!" i'd think to myself.
Khair. At the beginning of last term i found myself praying for God to show me the Reality that the colors He/She made cloaked. Hands raised, and with Zubair at my side, We'd pray: "Ay Allah Mian, humein cheezon ki haqeeqat ki pehchaan dila".
Shaayad iss liye hi i've started looking at everything differently. My indifference to art is still there, but something in my perspective has shifted. I try constantly to search for a bigger picture and if ever there were one, i found a huge chunk of it at the Royal BC museum in Victoria. Such beautiful Native art, but it didn't really move me. What stirred my thoughts more was the capacity of human beings to destroy. How methodically the colonials had destroyed a living mosaic thousands of years in the making. But even the thoroughness of the destruction wasn't what stuck in my mind. For once it wasn't human beings' capacity to destroy that took the spotlight in my mind's eye. Rather it was our capacity to survive.
Despite the annihilation of peoples, despite the terror, despite the pain, despite the savagery, despite the injustice, despite the oppression, despite the suppression, and despite of the enslavement of mind and body, somewhere a soul roamed free.
And even though a raging forest fire had been extinguished, the rising smoke filled the woods with a smell of what used to be and so, in some sense, still is.
They might have no been the fittest according to Darwin, but they survived.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Self De-(s)-crypt-ion: Rough Draft
It all started with a simple question:
"Usko Samajh nahin aati tum kya ho. Are you darkness or are you light?".
He was the youngest in the family. He tended to observe and absorb. An asteroid trying to catch up with shooting stars; trying to strike an equilibrium in the orbital system of love. A sponge some might call him, but even a sponge has a saturation point and he'd long since passed it. He'd heard all these words and - true to his nature - had stored them in his treasure chest, thinking he'd understood them, thinking being the operative word. Life was yet to teach him though. She was yet to use her most effective tool, the hands of the clock, to slap some sense into him; hitting him harder each time. It was good for him though. It was only when a saturated sponge cried its burden that it created space to absorb more; to learn. "she is the most supreme of teachers" he thought to himself. And her brilliance lay primarily in her persistence. She doesn't get angry. Time doesn't get impatient. She doesn't stop nor does she get derailed. She maintains calm, continues at her own set pace, and persists. And that is why sooner or later - and sooner for their sake - she reigns in all the rebels and eventually expels all the stubborn ones.
She reminds him of his high school. "Perseverance commands success".
That was his high school motto. For the longest time he thought they were three completely unrelated words. You'd think he were stupid, but given the militaristic nature of Aitchision, it wasn't surprising that he heard the words in his head as if a stern general were shouting them one by one. Perseverance! Commands! Success! That would've certainly have been more in line with the Aitchisonian way. Nonetheless, she'd taught him to understand these words, to appreciate them, and so to appreciate her ways. These words aptly described her defining trait. She'd persisted and forced her students to submit. Truly, Perseverance commands her success and lack thereof our failure.
Back to the start. "You're everything".
Love, like time, teaches too. It makes you understand cliches like you've never understood them before. Cliches weren't too different from other sayings he'd stored word for word in his treasure chest without having fully understood. They were just ones he'd hear more often. And today love gave him an impressive lesson on "you're everything". Today, the young boy had lived these words. And now, he asked himself a simple question:
Was she darkness or was she light? And immediately his heart answered:
-To be continued
Monday, January 25, 2010
Rare Ripples In Still Water
"I know. That's the way the world goes. nothing remains forever. what we must do is always remember the positives and be happy for all the time we share toge.....ther. In the end, life is a bunch of memories we string together".
06/11/2009
I hope i can get to know you as a friend one day, inshAllah
Bud du'a
"I hope you regret this".
Ameen
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