Thursday, April 29, 2010

Multi Tasking is Over rated and These are images of Ronaldo's images and a polar bear too.

This is probably the closest to being the best example of the kind of multi tasking I can do, because I generally don't think I'm very good at it and I think multi tasking is way over rated. And since I'm probably the only one who thinks this in the current paradigm our corporate world is slavishly honoring, I think I could make myself an expert on the complete opposite belief - 'Multi Tasking is Over Rated and You Don't Need Dr Phil if You Think You Should Only Do the Work You're Doing While Doing the Work You're Doing'

Which is completely irrelevant to what this is.
Yes, this is Ronaldo.
Can you spot the double image?
There are two images here. I just recorded them, I didnt see him in person.
There I spoiled it. I tend to over explain things, like explaining my explanation only so that you will get it. I realized this when I was 16 and a teacher observed I REALLY explained things as if I felt the other person couldnt understand. I think I'm still doing it.

The above image should freak yoh out. Look for her.

Yes this is a polar bear. I dont know if its real. I think its animated. Somehow I feel like telling you I said to it before clicking ' Go Aaah. Nice bear.' But I didnt. I was watching a movie late at night, and decided to take pictures in slow exposure. Meaning I let the camera record for a couple of seconds and these are the resulting images. Interesting experiment but not one I am too interested in after the results. I also started missing out the dialogues in the movie I was watching, so theres my multi tasking for you.

Yes, Thats Ronaldo. He was in this Ad. I coloured it. :P

Friday, April 23, 2010

The little boy in blue. Can you relate?

I am not standing in this street, but looking out over a wrought iron fence down where there are people, lots of them.
he sees me.

Now that I have this picture to pore over, I see him too.
I related to him in a way I can't explain,
 except that I have felt like I have looked out at the world or life like this sometimes.

He is barefoot and the sun sets his hair aglow. I have no idea about him, except that he permeated my consciousness in a way, for a while.
There is a whole lot I discovered when looking at photos from this street. So many things I saw later, in the photos - objects, really, and people doing things. For another post, insha Allah.

 This is about this little boy in blue.

Who says you tire of red-pink walls?

I painted one of my walls a hot red-pink last year, a rather messy job I take a bit of pride in...Here are a couple of pictures. 
not only did it surprisingly pull together the look of my room,
but I am not sick of it.
At all.
In fact, I think I might like to paint the other walls
but right now I dont have the energy
to take on the experimenting style of a job I do
or get an allergy :)

An attitude of gratitude note:
That I had the means and resources to get the paint & paint the wall myself.. energy, a little bit of cash, was able to go to the paint shop,ideas,
a wall to paint, a room, the ability to see and paint and learn.
Sounds silly?
Actually, I find this game to be great to play to help me cultivate an attitude of gratitude sometimes. And we dont even realize so many blessings until we start counting!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Goldfish Spin

I don't like fish as pets anymore although I happily used to tend to them as a child.
This picture I took turned out interesting in the end, even if it makes me think of a claustrophobic spin! Does it seem anything to you?

Monday, April 19, 2010

Gold Toes in a Jaded Hand

she is so new
we can count the days
she wonders it seems
trying to get used to
being here
she is my niece
unknown to me still

even as I hold her feet
that are purer than gold
And more precious,
being of Life
They have not yet touched the earth
But I hope they tread lightly
with grace
when they do

and these hands of mine
May God Always Bless
and Fill with Ceaseless Blessings
and Loving Happy Miracles
and gratefulness to feel their weight

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Cloaked memories of our souls

O clueless soul!
All you must do is remember.

Do me the favour,
and awake reliving an oath you once took

and remember the vivid reflection of yourself you must have seen

when I was not yet born
to cloak and mislead you.

nor wander with you
(you that were created in the heavens!)
in this world,
lost and astray.

Picture: Crows take off from winter branches in Jinnah Gardens, Lahore.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Today is a break between the customary three ceremonies celebrating a marriage. This vase sat on each side of the stage last night.

"All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.

The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.

I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry, I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all"

- Rumi, Shams of Tabriz