roadha mas!!!
its roadha mas again... like luj says, hello room, hello bed, hello u know, the usual stuff... and like i say, hellooooo hunger!! :D
i made gulha which ended as kavaabu, and i wanted to make cutlets but thought it might turn out to be a boakibaa so settled on riha folhi hehe...
and yesterday i tried makin huni hakuru, which i love (ofcourse, its sweet)... and used gran's roshi fuhgandu...forgettin it had salt, ahem... so my huni hakuru was sweet with a tinge of salt...
but it was yummmy (when u're hungry everythin is, even salty hunihakuru)...
i'm off again... to whip up some delicious meal with my culinary skills (and i wll not mention anythin about the custard that burnt and i chucked in the friedge and passed off as custard puddin...which no one ate...because i have to admit, it looked utterly gross)...
anyways, here's to roadha kurukurun and meekaakubaa and ehaaraa mihaaru...and fini buru jehun and flippin cards on thibeyfuluhun ge furusathu and karaafani and lots of kadhuru... and an excuse to gorge on roas paan... yeyyyyy!!!
no good riddance!
some people are like cockroaches... you know how they say cockroaches can survive a nuclear war... well, no matter what you do you cant get rid of them, chase them away, drive them out... much like the cockroaches that my gran (aye, she of the deadly broom) tries and fails to get rid of...
i'm not namin names of nameable people... but some persistent buggers are so hard to, well, just send to kingdom come, even with so many people tryin so hard....
ah the resilient survival instincts of these human cockroaches!
happy b day mufa!
happy b day mufa... :D
i know u're this tough guy now, who does the in thing with the in ppl, whatever that is...hehe...
but i remember you as the kid i grew up with... we played thundercats together (he'd always have to be liono...n saif n i, being good sports let him)... and ninja turtles (where he's be leonardo... and ofcourse we let him be that too...) [see a pattern ppl??] hehe... anyways, to tell you there should be more cousins like you who sweep into my room like a hurricane and stir up everythin n everyone, and who'll take me for drives when i'm bored, and who'll laugh away everything like the joy boy you are [oh my goodness, i shudnt let any of your toughie friends see this shud i!?] ...
sorry for ruinin ur image hon...
mwah! luv u lots... and do get online to see this... i'm waitin for ur treat ;) my choice of cake n coffee....mmmm...
twinkle twinkle
there was a single star in the night sky...
what could one star do?
but without its light,
there would have been
complete darkness...
full circle
it is the yin and yang of love that we cant love people without also hating them...
it is the yin and yang of life that reason needs passion and passion needs reason...
like kahlil gibran says, reason ruling alone, is a force confining, and passion unattended is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
ps -the pic i've put in this post is by an artist called pam burton. i had another pic of her in a previous post called thorn. i'm a bit of a fan. if u liked them, have a look here www.grifdigital.com/client/pam/about.html
for our sake?
.....and i am in the wrong for asking why?
if this is the price thats paid for me to realise the value of my breath, the value of my daily meal, the value of shelter and security, the value of peace... i'd rather not realise those at all...
Lucifer was an angel
lucifer stood with pride
and questioned why?
the angels moaned
the cherubins scattered
in fear of wrath
lucifer, the angels wailed,
are you not afraid?
the seraphins stopped
their lovely singing
and the pinktinted heavens
thundered with silence
the golden domes gleamed
with all the light magnificient
and still, lucifer stood his ground
the one in darkest green
he came and said, repent
lucifer refused
the one in shades of blue
pleaded with tears, obey
lucifer rebelled
the one in silver cried, then fear!
and all of heavens trembled
lucifer threw on his cloak
in his flaming colours he stood
fire in his eyes
and fire in his words...
lucifer stood alone
and thus cast out
fallen from grace
and fallen from the skies
lucifer the angel
and lucifer the damned
mask
with my claws
i rip my face
i slash myself
these talons
tear out my flesh
and i bleed
in splitting streams
calmly i take the mask
wear it over my scars
over the bleeding wounds
and with my claws
i rip again,
i slash away...
and take another mask
another
another
always another mask
so many to cover
a face not there
a face that died
so long ago
never real, never this face
i rip, i bleed, i scar
another mask
always a mask
a face but not a face
only illusions for you
while i shred to pieces me
free will - the curse of humanity
i dont want to think, i say.
he looks at me like he's not hearin me right.
i dont want to think, i repeat.
he looks at me wide eyed, why not? why would you not want to think?
i just dont... i think its simple, i look at him evenly.
he's exasperated. but thats what we have a mind for. thats our greatest gift... that, and free will...
ha, i sneer. free will. that is our greatest curse too. if there was no free will THERE WOULD BE NO HELL.
he stares at me.
why not let us all be good, i ask. why give us the choice? why give us the will to choose? wouldnt everyone go to heaven then? us simple minds, we're prone to go the wrong way. damn free will.
he looks at me frustration.
i look at him with defiance.
my brother, the mouse, the cockroach and politics...
ok so i'd posted a coupla days ago bout my brother and the episode of a mouse (which he wanted my gran to kill) and a cockroach (which he wanted to kill even more, and thus decided to let the mouse live...) ... and the gist was bout the amazin way that kids grasp complex concepts... in this case, ecological balance...
anyhow, i was still thinkin bout it and i realised that this lil story of my brother and the pests (with a guest appearance by my gran with her broom)... can also be used to understand a realist political doctrine. my brother didnt want to the mouse killed because even though he was scared of it, he feared the cockroach even more... and if the mouse could do the job, then let the mouse live... atleast it would better to have a mouse runnin around than a cockroach...
now substitute my brother with the reagan/bush sr. administration, the mouse with saddam hussein n his ba'athist regime, the cockroach with the ayatollah n his clerics, my gran with the CIA n her broom with the american military force... we get a broader picture, n a real life scenario...
the US were aware of Saddam's acts of torture, acts against human rights, acts of massacre... they called in the CIA, the called in the military, they decided that while Saddam was a bit of a threat, he can be kapt as an ally in its campaign against Iran... and Iran was posin the greater threat... so shake hands with saddam, provide him the weapons and the toxic gases that we're now hearin bout... and let him keep the Iranians busy with their lil wars, that lasts for over a decade and costs thousands n thousands of lives... but as long as the mouse gets the cockroach we're happy arent we?
who said politics wasnt simple?
UAM event postponed, oh damn...
to anyone i might have invited to the UAM's inaugration all day event at sultan park on saturday the 16th of september - this is to tell yout hat its been postponed due to bad weather n the artist ppl not wantin their paintings to get soaked... hopefully it'll happen next week... will post it here when the date's confirmed...
if u're into any kind of paintin, illustratin, printin, handicrafts, sculptin, caricatures, anythin art related watever, drop in there (not tomorro)... it'll be happenin from 7 in the mornin to 6 in the evenin, and all sortsa artist will be workin there givin a sort of live performance i guess...
and if you're really interested in the event, you might want to become a mamber of the UAM. thats the United Artists of Maldives, an ngo aimin to promote art in the maldives, to create opporutinites for maldivian artists, to work with local and international agencies to organise exhbitions, to encourage new, emergin artists, to research cultural and historical art of maldives...well basically its all good... and you dont need to be an artist or watever... i'm not!! but there's always ways you can chip in - in organisin n coordinatin events, with technical assitance (yes all you gadget-wise tool-handy ppl!), even as art critics or sales ppl, you name it...
you can contact the national centre for the arts NCA to get membership forms...
there, i've done my bit of the pr work :D ... see you there (not tomorro :P ). night night!!
article on angry muslims
i came by this interesting article and thought i'd post it here for anyone interested to have a look....
hereok, so some muslims are a bit offended cos the pope went n said somethin uh offensive. britain's ramadhan foundation seems to have issued a reasonable statement even though they were a bit pissed off. they praise the previous pope for promotin inter-religious harmony bla bla... n the idea that muslims are a peace lovin people...
ok so if that was that, it might have been good enough... but the article also carries a photo of some angry muslims burnin an effigy of the pope... hmmm, so some ppl are issuin statements, but the pic they want to include is one of some reallllly angry (boy do they look angry) people....no big wonder, the comments that follows the article...
im' not defendin anyone, but its jsut my opinoin that sometimes these things are done intentionally, and in this case the photo definitely did more talkin that the article....
youth forum by SOS
a youth forum is happenin tonight at 20.30, at the social centre seminar room. this forum is organised by SOS (Strength of Society) which is an NGO that works to promote youth and child rights... so if u're in Male' n interested, make sure to be there!
old man
i saw an old man today. he was standin at a doorstep. he raised his hand as if to knock on the door. but his gnarled, wrinkled fingers drooped lifelessly. the old man pressend his knuckles against the door and knocked with great effort. his fingers hung limply.
he looked at his knotted hand, his lifeless fingers... and in his face such pain. frustration. bitterness. anger. if i had a camera i could have taken a photo of that expression because i cant find the words to describe the emotions that i felt washed over him right then... and i cant forget the resignation on his face, the defeat in his stooped shoulders, as he waited for someone to hear his knock and let him in....
philosophical children
my brother sees a lil mouse in our house. he wants my gran to kill it. my gran scrambles after it with a broom and curses (she has a colourful vocabulary mind you). it runs n hides, being the sneaky lil bugger it is... after a while he forgets about the mouse n gets lost in his lil world with the duel master cards.
much later a cockroach flies in. my gran hates cockroaches, she goes around regularly sprayin all sorts of toxic sprays even if there isnt a hint a of a cockroach within a mile radius. so she's chasin the cockroach all over the house with an almost insane zeal. it flies out and disappears.
my brother wonders, would mice eat cockroaches? gran says yes. so if there were mice, they'd get rid of cockroaches right? right. so we dont kill the mouse because the mouse will kill the cockroach.
there. my brother just got sumthin close to the basics of ecological balance. n he just put it together himself. i' m always amazed at how children think. how philosophical they are. i think its because they think so openly without being restricted by all the things we are - havin to be logical, havin to make sense, etc etc. they just wonder bout things and come up with amazing conclusions. sometimes i talk to my brother just to refresh myself because in his world, things are simple. yet the simple things are thought provokin.
and i feel sorry. i feel sorry that minds like his are being wasted studyin the five senses n sense organs. thats what he learns in grade two. in grade three he'll learn a bit more about energy. i grade four he'll be given a lil bit on the food types n nutrients. in grade five, he'll read about the germs that cause diarrhoea and vomiting. and so on...
my brother is eight. he's inquisitive. he's curious about everything. i dont have an answer to everythin he asks. sometimes it frustrates me. but i'm glad he asks all that he asks. most children are like him. they want to know, they are eager to learn. and we restrict them to learning passive voice and the multiplication tables. i agree those basics are necessary. but i dont think these young minds are stimulated as they should be. this is a time when they can pick up thigns so easily and naturally. its not like us poring over bio texts and lit books and economic graphs much later. right now there minds are open, they're waitin to be filled up with information and knowledge.
it saddens me that such potential is wasted. they follow the texts and they just learn the notes and thats it. education should be about what interests them in everyday life. bout what gets them thinkin. they should be encouraged to ask questions. to think and find the answers themselves. to read and research and to use libraries and any resource they can.
i made a suggestion once. i thought it'd be cool to have regular cartoon or movie afternoons, maybe fortnightly or sumthin. n to have a discussion afterwards about what they learnt from it, bout the morals of watever it was. cartoons and movies have all sorts of messages, lessons, you get the idea. shrek for instance - not judgin by looks, bout love n honesty n trust, also bout friendship, and you talk about all that regardin sumthin that children love. we're not only talkin bout values, we'll also be encouragin them not just to sit and watch things but to learn from them. to think about things at a deeper level. children are always thinking, its just that they need abit of guidance now n then. the couple of teachers i spoke to bout the idea thought it'd be too costly and that was that. but i find that schools spend so much more money on other things that are, frankly speakin, ridiculous.
so maybe the cartoon and movie idea is not feasible. i dont think it'd cost much to read the kids a story and have a discussion in the classroom. maybe durin a library period. it doesnt take much to spark a thought. but once it gets goin, it keep growin n growin n becomes somethin amazing.
i want to know what children are thinkin, what their views of the world are. i want them to be able to become all they can be. i want them to realise their potential, and for people to appreciate that potential and nurture it from a tender age.
when i was in school, i hated needle work. i was mildly curious but not really interested in cooking. fisheries bit i did for exams sake. i loved the art and music classes, though. so practical art was somethin of a confusin mix for me. i wonder why kids cant choose whether they want to do cookin n needle work, or fishin, or art, or music... then they'd get a bit more focused knowledge in somethin they're interested in. there's always the question, how do they know what they're interested in if they're not exposed to it? i always knew i didnt want to do needlework. two years of fumbling with a piece of cloth, gettin the threads knotted all over and prickin my fingers like they were pin cushions, didnt get me any more interested than i was.
anyhoo, i've rambled on enough. i feel sorry for the poor teachers who're overloaded with work. i feel sorry for the students and for the potential that dies unnoticed. i fele sorry that i'm ravin like i got a very bad case of verbal diarrhoea.....sigh...
tempest in mind
anger
so much anger
like bolts of lightening
that never seem
to free themselves
trapped inside
so much anger
flowing, coursing
like fury is my blood
roaring, soaring
building to a frightening crest
anger
so much pain
like this hatred
is the only part of me
alive
thorn
the self-righteous,
i despise
you are no better
and i no worse
you point fingers
i spit at them
you look with accusation
i'll be damned if i care
get on your moral high horses
and look down on me-
i curse you all
bring your faith,
bring your books,
bring the words of your holy gurus,
i'll veil you over with my shadows
i'll still burn out that miserable light
and leave you with doubt
stab me in the back
and i refuse to bleed
hold me down with your moral chains
and i refuse to yield
i'll forever be the thorn
that pricks your righteous side
.... and you can do nothing
'moya' nasira
so there i was, on my way to a coffee when i see this person i'd always been fascinated about, and i think, i'm goin to write about her...
she's hard to miss because, well, she doesnt try very hard to blend in, and almost every lil kid in male' is told several stories about her...mostly involving scary things like huge goani and coming to get them at night n yada yada... before they grow up n realise she's just a harmless old woman who's a bit different... atleast different from what they see as 'normal', and since i ramble on enough about that, lets move on from there...
anyways, today's chosen topic issss (drumrollllls) nasira!! ... or moya nasira as she's more popularly known...
i've been interested in learnin bout her since a long time back... but thats not the everyday thing we do here, just goin n doin random personal interviews (yeah yeah, the most common excuse - who's got time to indulge in all these whims n fancies?). my maama seems to know a lot bout her childhood, havin been neighbours n all (n its MALE' we're talkin about, its impossible NOT to know about people) ... she tells me that nasira has a fortune, that she's not moya, that certain ppl have treated her like a loon n thats why she is the way she is... well, there are lots of stories...
i've heard of kids throwin stones at her, of ppl makin fun of her, i've heard myself some of the thigns that are said...and it pisses me off... not everybody who's not like the rest of us is insane, and even if they are, they're not to be treated as lesser beings... its a sad sad thing about us that we use people with mental prblems or defects or whatever for our amusment, as our jesters... and we teach our kids that its ok to be condescendin and treat them in degradin ways....
differences we dont understand justify makin ppl outcasts... but thats what make ppl interestin, and i know this is ollllddd... but i jsut had to say it again, because ppl like nasira shouldnt be treated as they are... nasira should be seen for what she is - a very different woman, who dresses the way she wants, lives the way she wants, earns the way she wants... and trust me, she does work hard.... she's empowered n independent, more so than a lot of ppl who make fun of her are... i dont know about the insane bit, but i believe we're not in any position to comment on ppl's sanity... i'm constantly questionin mine :) (and so are many other ppl i guess :P )
i'd really love to write her biography... or atleast an article bout her life and her many experiences...
so, here's to nasira! :)
free!!!
i have not forgotten the password to this blog and thus abandoned it.... i've just been busy. and how!!!
well like i said, i was drownin in a load of papers and feelin like i was tacklin a herculean task... but its GONE GONE GONE now... all the freakin papers are off my head and i'm free as a bird, and nobody seems to care if i disappear for the day, which i have no complaints about :D
three days with a couple of hours sleep and gettin out only to shower, now that was insane... but i have to admit, it got me kind of high... whoohoo... and THAT, i definitely have no complaints about hehe...
so after catchin up on my sleep and takin a day off, i was back in the land of the livin...or more like the walkin zombies, whatever...
so now i have to get back to the projects from which i'd been away from temporarily... one of them is a research project on the practice or fanditha sihuru in the maldives... we're aiming to write a book n make a video documentary, hopefully several if we can... so if you wanna know more about it, check out www.fanditha.com...
you could be into anythin - IT, admin work, writin, research, photography, video documenting, anythin watsoever... if u're interested, we want u in the team... so give me a yell here or drop us a line at fanditha@gmail.com...
i'm off chasin black cats n howling at the moon with goat blood smeared on me.... :P
meooowwwwww.....
star from my window
We lay on my bed
Staring out the window
Staring at the night sky
At the bare tree
At the dead moth
At that bright bright star
You say you have to leave
I say, not tonight
Please not tonight
So much was taken,
Was torn from me today
Stay with me tonight
You say you must
And I know you must
I don’t walk you out
I don’t lock my door
I hope you’d change your mind
But there’s only cold silence
I see you pass by the bare tree
Your hands in your pockets
Your beanie vanishes out of sight
I lie back on my pillow, and cry
For me, for you, for what I lost
And I stare at that bright bright star
All night long…
mornin hiiighhh and cofffeeee
ok this is another blog break... i just had to post this pic of garfield, well... because i love garfield and i think this is funny... :D
k, i'm off to grab a coffee with luju, hopefully it'll put a big grin on my face...and if the caffeine doesnt do the trick, luj certainly will... becauuuuse he is THE master of laughs....
ps - this mornin i woke up actually LOOKIN FORWARD to comin to work and makin papers...imagine that! brief papers are suddenly THRILLING....numbers get my heart RACING...piecharts are SEXYYYY....(i know, enough with the block letters already) :D but i'm EXCITED! mmm tell me bout it, i'm soooo very FIRED UP! brief papers, here i come... to chop and shred and rip you in half...and calmly bind you and send you off in neat parcels whooohooo...
i'm not fat!
i'm not fat, i'm just...
bigboned
fullbodied
voluptous
healthy and robust
a bit plump
rather on the chubby side
a lil meaty
very cuddly
...oh who am i kiddin? :D
i deserve a blog break dammit
so anyways, i'd like to post about somethin excitin and make you ppl all envious bout the fun life i'm leadin... but sadly, been at office since mornin, and its almost freakin 11 at night... i did go out once to have brunch at olive garden... french style fried fish (as i was explainin to thy, who was very hungry and thus got very pissed off..understandably...) which is this yummy dish of light fish steaks with lime n tartar sauce and a salad with a french dressin n fries....mmmmmmmmm..... n then i did go out to shower... which is somethin of an obsession with me... i mean showerin, not goin out...
i dont think i'm very clear..but you cant expect me to be clear when i've been readin n writin n drawin pie charts n doin calculations (yes, calculations... ME!!! that enough is MADNESS, i tell you!) all freakin day long...
and to top it all, the weather is crazy... these winds feel like they could toss me over the terrace...and believe me, for that to happen, they have to be bloody strong... when i came back in i had a total new hairdo (move over xee saloon!), and it had a close resemblance to what bridget jones looked like after the car ride when her scarf flew away... yes you get the picture now...
anyhoo, i think i'm done for the day... (if i can sneak off without being seen, and if i'm spotted i can always pretend to be part of the furniture :P ) ... i'm not thinkin straight, and i'm not humourous (i dont even find myself funny anymore which is kinda sadddd)... so goodnight people...
ps - if you're interested in my welfare, write a petition lobbying for the rights of the underpaid overworked civil servants, for opening up a fund to feed those poor employees (if chocolate can be provided at work , that would be one BIG incentive), to arrange shower facilities at work (preferably with bodyshop products :D mmmmm...) ok back to earth, snap snap... ciao!
steve irwin passes away
thy just gave me the sad sad news... the man who survived wrestling with the mighty (n disgustin) crocs...killed by a sting in the chest by uh a stingray (obviously thats what they do, they sting..)...
ponder
let me love
let me in
let me hold you close
and keep you near
let me cry
let me bleed
let me weep my tears
and drown in sorrow
let me burn
let me scream
let me yearn for you
and beat my heart with yours
random messages
for a friend - i wish you the best of everything in your new life... luck, joy, health and of course memories... because you gave me lot of good ones...
for someone special - i was in the wrong, so forgive me
for a best friend - once again, you have come through and shown me the right and wrong, and how very wrong i've been. thank you.
for love - for never dying
bloody mary heart paste
a heart lay bleeding
was it his
was it mine
it was both
two hearts lay bleeding
so much red
and the thick smell of blood
hearts chopped up
with butcher knives
and broken down
in silver blenders
poured into dainty cups
this scarlet heart-paste
like bloody mary
from the two hearts that lay bleeding
Shatter
unanswered calls
unmailed letters
too many things
taken for granted
and too many words
killed before they were born
like a dead foetus
haunting from a grave
the doesn't exist
the coffee cools,
the rain stops,
the sky clears,
and the music begins again,
and still i wait
like miss havisham
in her wedding dress,
and just as doomed
to be bitter, to be cruel
to break hearts
and to break my own
Parcel on the Doorstep
boxed in
labelled
wrapped up
in flowered paper
and pretty ribbons
that strangle me
nausea
claustrophobia
and 'handle with care'
i am the package
to be unboxed
to be unlabeled
to be unwrapped
to be thrown in the air...
and left to smash
scent
close enough
to smell her perfume,
she passes by.
in little beats
his heart skips
like a six year old
chanting rhymes
she looks at him
and sees everything
he looks at her
and looks away
she's gone
the perfume remains
hanging in the air
like a little cloud
of desire, and memories
of hands entwined
years before
and breathing in that scent
like the very air to breath
intoxicating smells and lust
he curses himself
yet he follows her
its the perfume, he says
he finds her, and loses thought
she leads, her perfume trailing...
