Be happy for no reason!

Be happy for no reason!
You have reason enough to be :)

Since I only upload pictures I've taken myself on this blog, unless specified otherwise, pictures will of course seem random. Like this one, that I call 'Beads on a Branch'. This tree is actually pretty full of green and growing right outside but you won't be able to see that right now because it's night. :P

Pick yourself some wild flowers off a mountain side!

There's a timeless joy in the simple pleasure of picking wild flowers growing on a cool mountainside, as I discovered earlier this past week, that is an end of itself.  Oh, and wild blackberries off the edges of a dense, dark bush growing further downhill on a slope. Daisies, a single buttercup and others I do not know the names of, came together in a delightful little bunch in my fist, which was at once that of a child and a lady's.. as for a few moments I did nothing but choose my flowers and scamper up and down the mountain's sloping side. My host smiled and said she did the same when she was much younger, for as long as she could. Then I happily carried them back to show my mother, and laid them for a few moments to rest upon this ancient stool, hand painted to show the rose hips that grow around.

I was visitor to a delightful house that afternoon where the sun shone warmly after a night of cold rain, more than 165 years old, that had been built by the British and my hosts family had arrived only the week before Pakistan's creation. Now very much grown up with their own children scattered across the world, the children of this house still return to the mountains every summer, foregoing the chance to stay anywhere else in the world, with a fierce love and longing, proof of a happy childhood. They have left everything as sparse, as dark and wooden as it was, and spent a decade of summers restoring the ancient furniture.

Here, they point out: is a blue bird's nest hidden inside a hole in the veranda's beams. The roses capture my attention.

Pick yourself a few wild flowers off a mountain side. Forget about bringing them back, for they will wilt faster than you imagine, and show you they were happiest growing in the midst of nature's majestic sights, where they serve as testament to God's Beauty. You can only come to play a while, before you must go back.

Strange Language - I

i thought it was time to share some of my 'other' kind of writing..that sometimes tries to record how my thoughts flow sometimes at night.

I can make some people laugh or scowl. The rest just stare. Whatever. If that’s okay with you, come on in. Leave your shoes at the door and open the windows. Walk barefoot, there’s dew on the grass that grows inside here. I need fresh air, even if its winter. I can tell whether a room is a prison or a porch just by feeling it when I enter.

Oh, and that scent is real. I don’t like synthetic experiences. I really don’t. 

I took the time to bake that pie just so we could smell apples and sugar caramelizing together with lemon juice. I won't skip the cream.Tart and sweet is my favorite combination of flavor always. It is also the most restrictive. My throat, I don’t know why, it’s always sore. Something about the voice cords. Controversial voice cords, faultless for the words they deliver. 

Well, Vocal cords if I must be correct. I’m done using correct English. There’s a language out there that we speak in our dreams and it was created so that those who never learned can understand, and even those whose tongues are destined to be rigid and faultless can utter. Every being in the Universe speaks this language in our dreams. Birds, walls, people, and more. It is heard by every human whatever their state of hearing, for the only soft and exciting place for our words to land is in the hearts and minds of another.

Too often have I flown through the proverbial ear canal route. Screamed through glass doors inside people harder and colder than rocks and steel. 

I don’t know how I speak it, it’s gone when I wake up, but somehow it’s there in our dreams and it moves our hearts, travels across welcoming distances sometimes and comes up against a human wall others so that I am a ghost tugging at you.
It uproots it and throws it reeling into a empty space full of possibility, with space and riches enough for every human being there is, and returning to me like a boomerang, sliced by the emptiness it found there and the things it saw and felt far away. Such is the perceived poverty of the heart. 

Such is the power of our 7th sense, this kind of communication that makes us fly in and out of our selves and time. That bridges humans with something other than just need and makes both togetherness and solitude an experience. Distance is never a matter, the heavens, the grave, the earth; all merge into one plane and eternity. 
Do you hear me now? Do you see me as I speak? I have turned into a shimmering, moving plight that seeks a soft place to land, only to rest before I fly onwards again. To your destination. And mine. 

World Refugee Day and Father's Day

I wish for those who long for home, home.

I wish for all refugees across the world and in my country, to soon be back in homes that are theirs, and full of love, happiness and peace with their families. Ameen.

Happy Father's Day as well. Fathers, a refuge in their own right.

Above: Gardening. Harvesting vegetables in a small patch at home is just the kind of thing for Dads.

Heartfelt prayers for someone

I am distracted today by the sudden striking of extreme testing on a small family I now know of and cannot stop thinking about.

A young man on his way to work had an accident that caused a head injury so serious, his chances of surviving are slim, and even if he does, his condition is uncertain. Too late to lament over anyones rash driving, or that he was not wearing a helmet, I pray God Will Have Mercy on him, his mother, a widow whose only child he is, and his wife - newly wed a few months ago, and that he survives and regains health, Ameen.

I post this to ask my readers and visitors to please pray for him and his family too with great hope - the God we pray to commands life and death and all there is in between and after, so that miracles for Him are no difficulty. 

A reminder to be grateful for the life and health we have, and must not take for granted. A reminder to always pray to Allah to Protect us from the striking of misfortune. 

Update: He passed away today, at the age of 25. I am so sad for his mother and wife, and that he will not see his child who will be born in a few months. I pray God gives his mother and wife the strength and peace they need.Please remember this family in your prayers.

An important lesson to learn from the birds

Lately when distressed, I remind myself of the birds.

So happy outside my window, even in this searing heat they neither carry nor gather any water.

Somehow they begin and end each day with complete faith, and are fully rewarded.

Their Lord Provides for them, and they know it.

And so they set out each day, 

to search for food and as they do,

 they sing and soar and swoop and play 

and are as light as can be.

They teach me a lesson in trust. 

Surely their Lord can also take care of me and my troubles too.
 Surely He Will.

Create your own food memories!

Do you take pictures of your baking in progress? My suggestion is to stop amidst the preparations for what will become happy memories, and take a picture. Later on, it serves as a joyful reminder of the pleasure of creating a winter dessert served to friends, even months later in the scorching summer.

This above, is my apple pie in the making.. sugar, butter, lemon juice, cinnamon and tart apples, tossed and mixed  and piled into a pastry crust - one of the best scents to waft enticingly through the home!

My take on old fashioned/vintage style floral photography

 Caught these flowers in spring.

How to nearly scare yourself in an artistic way

I think possibly the only way you're justified if you're standing outside in the wind in complete darkness holding up a crystal to the moon, and then start spinning around slowly in the air, and doing slow scribbles in the air, is if you're with a camera.But I think I still nearly spooked myself out.

Presenting the rest of the Moon Scene Series I did just for fun. 

Blogger thinks I'm lasagna tonight. Actually I'm your cat

So this is really silly and I know it.

It's also supposed to be a picture of me.

I kind of freeze when it comes to putting up my own picture here.

I know its important for you to see me so that you know I'm not a terrorist, nor a cat, nor a plane, or your kitchen faucet secretly coming to life and having a blog of its own.

But it's also important for me to know you're not someone who looks at my picture and says

'I kille you!

So you see, for tonight I'm this lasagna I once made for some friends, and then after they left, I put a flower behind it and tried to make it look all like food does in glossy photos that makes you glaze over and say

'I adore you'

to food.

Anyway, if you happen to be all nice and have your own pic on your blog, and for some reason really think I may be your kitchen sink, or your cat, or  a terrorist, or all of these, send me a line. I'll know to keep the lasagna pic!

Am I the only Pakistani who's not a terrorist?

Lately I'm beginning to think I may be the only Pakistani who isnt a terrorist.

That's obviously not true, so simmer down patriots.

I'm just referring to the New York failed attack, and the frustration of us ordinary citizens who love peace.

I'd either like the State to disown those who commit acts of terrorism and strip them of their nationality, or declare all the rest of us as non-Pakistanis.

Instead of focusing on improving the lot of their own, they turn to trying to destroy others, themselves, and a religion that they disgrace and hijack.

The above is part of a series I did while playing with the moon.

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

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!

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?

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

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.

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

Glimpses of a Mehndi- Part 1

Brief glimpses of a mehndi celebration -

an oft celebrated night of festivities

with music, the colour yellow, and mehndi of couse

The mehndi is an entirely unneccessary, but customart part of weddings that last three or four days here - one occasion for each night.

 Above is my friend, the bride going down the steps to her mehndi venue.

Would you like to wear a flower bracelet?

 They are offered for the guests.

These are with marigolds, and small white fragrant flowers called moti.. (pearls).

 My paternal grandmother would pick and wear these motiya flowers as earrings every day of the summer.

 I once met someone who intricately weaves herself large heavy earrings made from white motiya everyday - she said it only takes her a short while from years of practice,

 and they are her part of her signature style.

For their entrance:

The girls from the groom's side carried lit candles in henna/mehndi as they made their entrance.

 The largest one is held by a few people together.

 They used to come singing,

but now the DJ drowns them out with soppy bollywood songs.

Weddings here can really consume schedules, especially if you consider that while the actual time on the invite says 8:00 pm, guests arrive around 10, the groom and his family anywhere between 11PM to 1AM or even later in some cases.. and until they do, everyone is waiting.

 If you will believe, the government actually stepped in recently and announced that all weddings were to end by 11 PM in Lahore, else, lights off!!! I'm serious.

The bride and groom sat in the wooden swing. Some people have it in their houses, but its just too formal and heavy for my taste.

                             

Betel leaves with decorated edges
collect the bits of mehndi the guests swipe onto the bride and grooms hands. Just a custom, no significance.

Also, give them a bite of sweet mithai here,

 in this case deep fried balls of dough from powdered milk dipped into syrup,

make Gulab Jamun, one of the tastiest and easiest mithai to make:

The groom's brother dancing - on this wedding, it was more bollywood than anything, complete with theatrical expressions and lipsynching to complicated choreographed Indian songs.

From my friend's wedding, posting before the electricity goes as scheduled, but since its taking too long just now, here's just one of the traditional Bhangra dhol wallas /drummmers.