Met with Pals today

Today I had an Iftar Party at my friend's place. She is so nice to invite me and my friends to one of the last Rojas of the year to celebrate one of the last Iftaris. Eid is on the 14th and Durga Puja is on the 17th so next week is "Holiday Week". Three of my friends couldn't come but I was extrenely happy to see one of my friends who I had not seen for months (though we talked over the phone it can't compare seeing someone face to face). Well, the whole day I was out. First I went to the parlour "Farzana Shakil's" who were hosting the celebrated Hair dresser, Lata, who cuts for stars (Shilpa Shetty included) who cut my hair !!!! (Thanks Lata!!!!) And her team was also present. Then a great skin specialist also from India as Lata analyzed my skin to find answers for taxing queries. The problems to my skin are not so severe but there are problems. Hopefully, Allah Almighty will get them fixed soon. Then I came home and almost immediately set out for Biology Class which started at 4 pm but ended 15 minutes before 5 as this was the last class before Eid and Durga Puja so people wanted to go off early. I wished my friends their Happy Celebrations and went off to the Iftar party as soon as I dropped off a buddy. From 5 to 8 I was at the party singing, beating up my pals (hehe) and fooling around and then we went up to her roof, which I kinda wanted to see, it's a roof on the second floor and then I dropped off another one of my friends who needed a ride then came home. I spent time with my Dad watching the movie "An American Haunting." and the TV show in Sony Television called "AmberDhara" about two conjoined twin girls who are facing hypocrisy, vandalism and debauchery just because they are literally attached by the hip - I feel really angry when someone really insults girls/boys like Amber and Dhara - those "criticizing" people are DISGUSTING. Then I logged on in here and other places - compared to other days this day had more incidence - then again I'm grateful to whichever life Allah Almighty has given me at present. But honestly, I do get bored at the monotony at many a times.

The CopyCat Blues

" He sits in a coffin
He negotiates;

Earthily imbued
Yet flames kiss him tenderly.
What has identity resolved?
He asks himself this unmitigated deep.
Thrown against facades

He mates with illusions
He craves for the deep

Yet only gratifies the flesh.
Overlooked, Overcooked - what's his game?

He thinks when it rains

Maybe the mask is becoming loose
Time to face the realistic music once again."

A unsatisfied con-artitist's point of view.

Secrets Of A Dark Room

" Specific is a detail enlarging:
Possessed by a carnal want

In the company of lusts and thorns

I cover my skin in bedsheets made of glass
Slicing through those blood-soaked, pure-scarlet kisses
I emerge untainted, unbroken

Though if pleasure be so mutilated

I would be entombed in mirthless ecstacy of a dark room."

What is a Dark room? Is it a place? Is it lust that stains? Is it something so sinful? It is all of these and sometimes it is none of these because A Dark room is more evil - you must rescue yourself from it nor else it will consume you.

Cheated Lover

"Pathetic verses uttered, forlorn
Oh how piously he lies as she succumbs;

I look, stare, prode, humbly watch
Terrified and excited by the mystic longings.

I wish to wage, I wish to secure

That holy truth - the only important thing

As I slay them both..."

A Poem I wrote about the feelings of a betrayed lover who has become insane.

Thinking Of Joining

There is this Story Writing competition by Brilcist, one of the best artists on the net and on Deviantart.com, based on a sketch that she drew. I had already started writing it but I don't know if I'll continue...kinda undecided but really eager to join the contest. Here is the page in which it is being hosted on DA http://news.deviantart.com/article/34252/. Anyway, it is worth checking out.

Essence Of The Sound

Stealthily I come first
Unclapsed my fists

Pouring over hot flames

To Awaken my sound interests

This kiss is not eternal

You are a temporary passion

Just a hormonal fling

emulsify all other expectations

So my Essence is uncorrupted

I had made clear all rules and regulations

If you touch in too deep, it ain't my fault

Love is non-existant in my mind.

So right now when I undress

You can't make a mess by saying "I love you Honey"
Please go on blabbing this elsewhere

The Essence Of The Sound makes me insane

I ain't in denial

I'm just "no-game"
You prefer is steamy and hot - I'll count the seconds

Holding on to permanence

Ain't getting you anything.

Just a song I wrote.

The New Life - The Genius That Is Pamuk

What is Life? What is the meaning of A "New Life"? Will you leave behind everything to seek it? Will you abandon, transform and rearrange your identity to just feel it in your tongue for a second? Is a "New Life" something that transcends the ordinary? Will you destroy everything just to get it? These are the questions behind and on the mind of Osman, a young university student, who reads a book that changes his life. He attempts to search for the world as depicted in the book and travels across the country to find his dream. His traveling companion is the beautiful and mysterious Janan who also seeks this world. Yet their reasons have seperate agendas.

The brilliance Of Pamuk was delivered to me by reading this book of his called "The New Life". I had decided to try out Pamuk when my friend Poetic Piety told me to read him as he marvelled at Pamuk's genius.For those of you who are unaware Mr. Pamuk won the Nobel Prize in 2006 and it was well deserved. The novel is my first taste of Pamuk and I was not disappointed. Pamuk experiments with the standard first person narration and stream of consciousness narrative and expertly blends them together in this literary masterpiece. The book has deep metaphysical roots and one may have to concentrate at certain times to gather the deeper meanings of the embedded philosophies, however, nothing is overly tedious or boring to make you feel out of place. Pamuk describes Turkey in a manner that is so iridescent and blooming that you feel you yourself have become one with Osman and are travelling across the majestic country. Characters are deep, three-dimensional, complex yet simple and confusing and real as the people you interact with everyday. One might find similarities with Osman's style of thought as it becomes haphazard at times portraying a flourishing realistic feel. By the end of the novel one does bond with Osman - you may be irritated, angered, annoyed, happy or ecstatic about him but guarenteed you will have a reaction and you will feel you know Osman in the flesh.

Orhan Pamuk has left me breathless by his genius storytelling. I am eager to read his other translated novels (he originally writes in Turkish). Please go and pick up one of his novels - Pamuk is an experience that will last a lifetime.

Maiden Of Sorrow

" Forever she lies strewn,
As Waxen marionette;
Peeling away tattered dresses -

That is her rotted form.
Can she possess a chamelon wing?
Will her ascension be at her fate?

Forever will she be enshrined?
In a cave of blood and gore..."

A poem-type thingie I wrote. Enjoy.