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Existence


Carved with mud
Air blown into lungs
Driven by the dogma
Abandoned soul within
Heart plays a melody
Life spreads through my veins
Mind set to unravel creation
Distracted by a chaotic display
Yearning to break the chains
And fly
Invisible wings
built upon me
I would shine on this world
The dream is still alive
But in everyday scenario
People struggle to survive
Ego is sky high
Yet I don’t know why
And where to start
Love and equality
A truth that seldom exists
In the book of God
Dusted under sands of time
Information overload
Religious practice one minute
Material in the other
Determined momentarily
Distracted for days
Temporary jubilation
Prayer keeps me going
Surrounds a stage
A touch of destruction
Desires held strong
Faith held weak
Leaping to catch
A ghostly object
Visit the grave
My right arm crosses
Over my heart
The left crosses over that
I close my eyes
Death can be imagined
A minute later
Heat and suffocation
Pull the covers back down
What am I
An existing form
Till I breathe
Skull and bones
When I die.
What lives on, is not I
Just a flame within me
that would let go
when the heart beats
its final.

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Another world


An ordinary girl sat by her room’s window, staring at the star strewn sky. It was magical enough; just staring into the night. She could lose herself into wondering what was beyond those stars. Another being, another creed… secrets she would never know? Could she ever get a glimpse of another world? Maybe better creatures, who lived in harmony. Maybe her soul traveled every night to another dimension. After-all, how did she go to places in her dreams that she never witnessed while awake. How could she form images of anything unseen in her mind?

Like the dream where she flew right above wet grass. It was so fresh she almost smelt the wet earth. The wind swept across face, her eyes watered with the chill the wind brought, but every moment was pleasurable. As her sight met the gap ahead she realized she was flying on top of a mountain. She looked ahead at water gushing down from the mountain ahead. A massive waterfall. Her eyes dared to look down and saw depth of the waters. Suddenly it was all too frightening. The roar of tonnes of water speeding down, smashing into the river far beneath. Grey clouds above her head seemed to bring far more cold than ever before. Was it possible to fly a little higher? Since the thought of falling down became an increasing fear. She reached higher altitude, the waterfall became smaller and smaller, the sight ahead was of more plain grass and hidden wonders. She wanted to explore this new place.

But an external cue woke her up that very minute. A dream was lost, she was back inside the four walls, back to her normal routine, back to the unpleasantness of competition and drama of this world. But what she saw was more overwhelming than all this. Her heart craved to fly to that world again.


It’s almost 4 in the morning. I finally decided to leave rest of ‘My Big fat greek wedding’ movie for tomorrow and get some sleep. But I can’t shut off.

As I watched the movie, there was a moment I had tears in my eyes, when he said, ‘You are beautiful,’ to Toula, the girl he is going to marry. She is surprised when he calls her that. I just got emotional because I know in today’s world you don’t get to hear that much.

My mind is muddled up by thoughts of why I hate this over-rated, hyped notion of love and the long wait women go through to find Mr right. And I realize that… All that men know today is that they have to find this prefect girl, who looks great without make up, who doesn’t get fat even if she gets older, who gives them the freedom to do what they want when they want, and makes them laugh and has all these charms to keep them involved.

Well, here’s the real deal, you don’t look at a girl twice without her mask on, you’re too busy watching these fake masked women while she’s sitting right by your side, you’re day dreaming about another woman if she shows emotions you can’t handle, you’re already regretting it if there’s some misunderstanding. Women might be wearing a mask, but men made them become that way.

I don’t know. I really don’t understand why it is so difficult for today’s man to call a real girl beautiful and accept her as she is. Why doesn’t he stop telling her what’s wrong with her appearance and start to appreciate the time and effort she puts in to make herself feel worth loving. Perhaps, in all these years of grooming, she’s lost her real self, she’s lost the spark in her and has just become another object for this society’s criticism.

As for all the girls, don’t tell me what might have made a guy run away from you. If he did for selfish reasons or because he got bored then he wasn’t worth the effort. Don’t cry about it and love and take care of yourself. Because you are precious and real love is unconditional.

Song of the week- All star


Fine, its old and all but old is gold……mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Makes you feel gooooooooooooood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! Listened to it after soo long! Should stop listening to stupid sad songs. ;p


”We were in the hotel watching television, when the phone rang. And it was this kid saying ‘Mr Dundee, my name is Cassius Marcellus Clay; I’m the Golden Gloves champion of Louisville, Kentocky. And he gave me a long list of championships he was planning to win, including the olympics and the heavyweight championship of the world, and then he said he wanted to come up to the room to meet us. I put my hand on the mouthpiece and said to Willie, There’s a nut on the phone; he wants to meet you.’

(Angelo Dundee, who later became his trainter)

…I’m king of the world, I’m pretty, I’m pretty

If there was a man who knew how to live, it is Muhammad Ali, who gave us unforgettable phrases like ‘float like a butterfly sting like a bee’. He wasn’t just a boxer, Muhammed Ali represented a different paradigm: he didnot become what others wanted him to be, he conquered all aspects of life, making his own decisions, choosing his own ways and giving his opponents one hell of a beat.

 After his rise in boxing career, under extreme pressure, he did not fail to express his political views, he did not fail to take a stand against war in vietnam, and he proudly converted to Islam even though he was contniuously attacked by corporates due to this. Most of all, he put a smile on people’s face by singing, dancing and not shutting up. No, he never shut up, because:

”I’m the onliest fighter who goes from corner to corner and club to club debating with fans. I’ve recieved more publicity than any fighter in history. I talk to reporters till their fingers are sore.’

Los Anegeles, Novermber 15, 1962:

Archie’s been living off the fat of the land,

I’m here to give him his pension plan.

When you come to fight, Don’t block the halls and

don’t block the door,

Cause ya all going home after Round Four.

Archie Moore Fell in Four.

Ali vs. Sonny Liston

I have to share the story of this fight, it makes me laugh at how Mohammed Ali ( who was a 22 year old Cassius Clay at this time) handle this fight. His opponent, Liston, a 29 year old, a brute, former leg-breaker for the mafia who dispatched people with a violence that frightened and entranced observers. Clay was seen as all mouth, someone who’d be lucky to make it to the hospital in one piece after the fight.

It was obvius for everyone, a young over-confident boxer about to fight a  boxer who was known to shrink his opponents to just two feet tall and fight like hell.

Cassius must be kidding. If he isn’t he’s crazy to consider entering the ring against a virtually indestructible and demonstrably deadly fighting machine. Clay’s style is made to order for a massacre. (sports commentator)

Clay as a matter of fact, promoted himself even more, infact he made a poem for Liston:

Clay comes out to meet Liston

And Liston starts to retreat

If Liston goes back any further

He’ll end up in a ringside seat.

Clay swings with a left,

Clay swings with a right,

Look at young cassius

Carry the fight.

Liston keeps backing

But there’s not enough room

It’s a matter of time.

There, Clay lowers the boom.

Now Clay swings with a right,

What a beautiful swing,

And the punch raises the bear,

Clear out of the ring,

Liston is still rising

And the ref wears a frown,

For he can’t start counting

Till Sonny comes down.

Now Liston disappears from view.

The crowd is getting frantic,

But our radar stations have picked him up

He’s somewhere over the Atlantic.

Who would have thought

When they came to the fight

That they’d witness the launching

Of a human satellite?

Yes, the crowd did not dream

When they laid down their money

That they would see

A total eclipse of the Sonny!

Clay kept irritating Liston psychologically. As Liston didn’t have a birth certificate and grew up in poverty Cassius said, ‘You’re 40 years old if you are a day, and you don’t belong in a ring with Cassius Clay.’

Liston responded as, ‘I think I’m gonna have to hurt that boy bad’, since he was not a fan of fancy talk.

But realistically Clay was completely terrified by the idea of fighting Liston, so he irritated Liston to the height. It seems all this helped Clay to become mentally prepared for it. Like they say, your brain takes what you say like an order, so say postive things, think postive.

So Liston came into Miami for training, where Ali screamed infront of the reporters ‘Chump! You big ugly bear! I’m gonna whup you right now!” Clay followed Liston’s car, aggravating Liston to the point of pulling off the road, getting out of the car and threatening Cassius, in a cold low voice.

Clay as a matter of fact, had people with him to conveniently pull him away while he shouted ”Come on Punk! This ain’t no joke! Right Now!”

Clay kept sending people to Liston’s training sessions sayin things like ‘Bear Huntin’, ‘March on Liston’s camp’.

During the wiegh in Clay re-entered (after having his turn) into the room, where Liston appeared.

”I’m ready to rumble now,’ he screamed, ‘I can beat you any time chump! Somebody’s gonna die at ringside tonight! You’re scared chump! You ain’t no giant! I’m gonna eat you alive.’ Some people held onto Clay as he seemed ready to attack Liston any moment.

Everyone suggested the Clay needed a psychiatrist.

Clay was fined $2500 on the spot. His pulse rate and heart beat was checked, and what did the doctor find out? ”This young man might be scared to death… If this is his pulse rate at fight time (120 beat/min [normal =54) the whole thing is off.

Ali later said ‘I didn’t want nobody thinking nothing except that I was a joke.’

Nobody could read this kid. He was either the carziest kid you ever saw, or the smartest.

During the fight, Liston tried to catch Clay in the first two rounds and he missed Clay like a Pitcher with a wide fastball. Liston got frustrated. He got out of shape and resorted to an old trick of rubbing a gel on his gloves, which blinded Clay for two rounds.

However, the big ugly bear quit on his stool, after the seventh, avoiding the ignominy of going down in Clay’s redicted eight round.

Mohammed Ali shook the world. However the fight was threatened by promoter’s concerns at the very religious transformation from which Clay drew his strength to hunt Liston down.

Malcolm X was there, to fully support him and to make him believe that his victory was inevitable. That he will win. Later the news broke; Cassius Clay had accepted Islam.

Freedom


I was never a believer

till I glanced out of the window

and I was never a lover

till I peeked closer to creation

I was never a wanderer

till I learnt to change my path

and I was never a meditator

till I looked beyond the skies

my problems couldn’t be more bitter

till I saw them beg for bread

I seeked for the truth

though I couldn’t be addressed

and my hands began to write

before I understood the words

the walls had me confounded

new ways seemed absurd

I joined my hands for prayer

and the burden of defeat was lifted

then the heart played a melody

new life to me was gifted

and everything so ambiguous

became an obvious reason to be

the world seems an open gate

and I learnt the meaning to be free.

William Morris (1834-1896)- an inspiration!


I never thought that the person, who’s artwork I was continuously introduced to in A-level and Foundation year, would be such an influential person, such a deep thinker and lover of nature. William Morris lived his life as a poet, prose writer, artist and a craftsman but most importantly, he lived to make his world a better place.

During his early years, Morris enjoyed a good deal of freedom which he liked to spend exploring the surrounding countryside- exceptionally rich in the monuments of a man’s past. One of his earliest letters records a visit to Silbury Mount and the great stone circle at Avebury, which, characteristically, he not only enjoyed but measured and examined carefully.

The High Church Oxford Movement during that time, was attracting serious-minded students, which appealed to his sense of history and drew his attention to the life and art of Middle Ages. These years of the middle eighty-fifties were a time when Victorian Capitalism seemed most secure and invincible. In these circumstances Morris’ romantic medieval ism was a challenge to the ethic and values dominating society. Nor was he alone. He found friends like Edward Burne Jones and Cormell Price who shared his feelings and had considerably more experience of actual social conditions.

In this hour of triumphant capitalism the few who rejected it felt helpless and isolated- it was hard to see how the enemy could be defeated or even how one could come to grips with him (i.e capitalism). Morris, for all his talk about dreams, was essentially practical and combative and the next part of his life was taken up with the search of a satisfactory background before he started his arts and crafts movement.

Morris argued that while modern techniques (such as those we see now in industrailisation) can imitate old forms the life behind them comes from the whole man, totally engaged in what he is doing. Such work cannot be reproduced by the wage earner under capitalism who is required to be no more than a hand.

I want to share some of his sayings. There are many that I love, but I have to be selective to complete this post. His sayings certainly have great meaning for the society and how it should be cultivated. What we should run after, how we can really believe in the beauty of hard work.

”I went to iceland and… I learned one lesson there, thoroughly I hope, that the most grinding poverty is a trifling evil compared with the inequality of classes.”

Even though, William Morris became very popular and rich due to his social, political stances, he still fought for workers. It was indeed a new birth- ”I was born once long ago: I am born again tonight.”

”We of the English Middle Classes are the most powerful body of men that the world has yet seen… And yet when we come to look the matter in the face, we cannot fail to see that even for us with all our strength, it will be a hard matter to bring about that birth of the new art: for between us and that which is to be, if art is not to perish utterly, there is something alive and devouring; something as it were a river of fire that will put all that tries to swim across a hard proof indeed, and scare from the plunge every soul that is not made fearless by desire of truth and insight of the happy days to come beyond.”

In this passage, Morris speaks about art and life, he realized the need for a social revolution to bring about real art. He had a deep concern that art and people should lead free, happy and dignified lives in which all could develop to the full powers. But he knew this was only possible if the natural world co-existed in harmony. He saw capitalism trying to conquer it and exploiting its resources and lands whereas he himself, wanted its love to be won and be cherished as a friend. His passionate love of the earth as it had been shaped by thousands of years of co-operation between the man and his environment comes out very strongly in ‘Under the Elm tree’.

”For there indeed if anywhere, in the English country when people cared about such things, was there a full sympathy between the works of a man and the land they were made for. The land is a littile land; too much shut up within the narrow seas, as it seems, to have much space for swelling into hugeness: there are no great wastes over-whelming in their deariness, no great solitudes of forests, no terrible untrodden mountain walls: all is measured, mingled, varied, gliding easily one thing into another: little rivers, little plains, swelling, speedily changing uplands, all beset with handsome orderly trees; little hills; little mountains, netted over with the walls of sheep-walks: all is little; yet not foolish and blank, but serious rather, and abundant of meaning for such as choose to seek it: it is neither prison nor palace, but a decent home.”

He believed that capitalism, which grows by creating imaginary wants, so that we are persuaded into buying ever increasing numbers of useless articles in order that profits may increase, has not produced happiness but increasing waste and pollution. Today as experts calculate how long the resources of earth will last, at this rate of consumption and how quickly lakes and rivers will be poisoned we should perhaps start to understand his concern more than ever before.

”I had thought that civilization meant the attainment of peace and order and freedom, of goodwill between man and man, of the love of truth and the hatred of injustice, and by consequence the attainment of good life which these things breed, a life free from craven fear, but full of incident: that is what I thought it meant, not more stuffed chairs and more cushions, and more carpets and gas, and more dainty meat and drink- and herewithal more and sharper differences between class and class.”

”I tell you civilization will begin on the day when we determine that Riches and Poverty shall disappear into commonweal of happy people.”

Some of the works of William Morris in arts and crafts:

Reference: Political Writings of William Morris (by A.L. Morton)

Charity money?


There has been a great load of disasters in the past few years. The recent one being the haiti earthquake in 2010, and there was a massive earthquake in pakistan in 2005, then there was the tsunami in 2004.  Overall there is continous flooding occuring through many countries, due to the rise of global warming and increasing sea levels. These are the times when humanity seems united under one umbrella, yet these are the times where corruption exposes itself more haughtily than ever.

Everytime we donate many of us wonder whether this money will actually be utilised in the correct manner, whether we will actually be saving lives and not filling up the stomachs of fat selfish men who empower the rest, who claim the money, who promise to help out their people.

The truth is, little money is actually used approriately and this mostly happens from smaller charity organisations that have actually hired workers to do the delivery of goods and they certainly dedicate all their life to bringing about a change. The problem is you still cannot be sure if some of them have taken a few pictures of a truck load of goods and kept rest in their pockets, or to pay for their leaflets and new cars.

It is hard to imagine how much money is spent in the charity sector by people all around the world, to save lifes and eradicate poverty. However very little input is shown by many organisations, while so much money is being donated, what sort of management has been set up to answer the basic needs of people. While a bag of goodies may ease one family’s hunger for a while, what about the next day, and the day after? The problem is, that no network of contnious supply of people’s necessities is being created.

It worries me that we don’t know how the money is dealt with, who is it handed to and why we still see people starving even though hundred millions of pounds/dollars etc are given away every year in this sector. These organisations ought to be revised and kept a check on, these governements who claim the money of the poor (such as paksitan’s and kenya’s) and are free to roam about need to be dealt with otherwise there will never be enough money to help the people who have lost their homes, their food and their loved ones. There will never be enough as long as such a corrupt system keeps running.

And as for the people who cut out on their expenditures to make donations, even if it is small; make sure the charity organisation you pay for is genuine and has given valuable evidence of their previous work. Keep donating and and working for each other, to make the world a better place.

Music of the East


There is no match of this voice, this style of the east. A song that has so much originality and passion put into the words. While a westerner would find it really odd, even funny at times where the vocalist tends to lengthen his words in the tune. But if you listen you will, perhaps be able to have a glimpse of beauty of these vocals. Whenever Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan is listened to I tend to drift away from present grounds and fly away to the east, to hot weathers and golden mornings, to the scent of spices and jasmines.

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, a legend of Pakistan, created many masterpieces, his music and voice revives the heritage of the East, of true love and its true meanings, of the pain of letting go of your loved one, the ecstacy of being in love, and the illusions that it creates. It’s difficult to pick another one of my favourites from his collection since all of them are memorable and almost equally as moving as the previous one.

It’s a great concern for many to see this sort of music and style fade away in the East now, while there is an on-growing love to western music, of the pop culture, rap and music. Rap is enjoyable, though it would be nice if the rappers talked about something more intelligent than going to clubs and getting drunk n checking out girls with tight ass jeans. One is feeling the need to post an article specifically for rappers now =)

So coming back to the present ground, Eastern music should be preserved and practiced because it carries its own vibe, seperate from everything else, the music, the sounds represent an amazing culture, a diverse culture so very different from everything else, so close to my heart, It is ever-living. I hope Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan’s style is adapted and held dearly to.  I hope the East never lets go of its origins, be it classical, qawwalis, folk music, etc. Because diversity is beautfiul.

Don’t obsess.


So what’s with this obsession of losing enough weight until you look close enough to a skeleton with flesh mixed with make up on top.  It’s horrific, it’s foul and it’s driving all the women to insecurity and in a race to lose weight!!!

Funny when you flip through magazines, one minute they are trying to do their just cause of highlighting a celebrity (such as Victoria Beckham) looking very anorexic in her super-skinny dress and the next page is all about how to lose weight. Seriously… what exactly are you saying?

Oh camon, this woman is seriously deprived of good food. Imagine being filthy rich and dieting enough to look like you’ve just come from Africa’s poorest country. And could only fit into children’s clothing. =)

There are so many things out there to make you feel like your the ugly one. But just look at all these unhappy, size 0 celebrities. Don’t you see its not easy being famous? Don’t you see their whole life has become so aritificial and controlled by the media? I really pity them for all the pressure that’s put on them. They looked so much prettier when they were themselves, without their plastic surgeries and anorexic diet regimes.

And I will tell all my girls, You’re all so beautiful. Don’t let any brainwashing magazine, movie, model or ANYTIHNG let you feel down or depressed. Just be your real self, be original, wear less make up because you really don’t need layers of chemicals on your face =D, treat yourself for desserts and enjoy life, enjoy being you.

And now I can finally enjoy some home made pasta.  :p