Tuesday 28 August 2007

Censorship - part 2

Not my words....

You know it ain't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There's no words to describe it
In French or in English
Well, diamonds they fade
And flowers they bloom
And I'm telling you
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
They've been knockin' me out lately
Whenever you come around me
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away
But these feelings won't go away.



Neither are these


I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. I don’t know. Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don’t know the answer, I know only that I can’t. I don't want any more vicissitudes, I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

Monday 27 August 2007

Bbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

So I had a bumblebee - a very cute one in fact - sit on my hand as I was waiting for my bus one fine sunny morn. And I realized, how wrong I had been about the black and yellow buzzer. It sat on my hand quietly, and then flew off after realizing that I was not a flower - perhaps it had been attracted by my hand cream.

Here goes...an Ode to the Bumblebee (apologies for the cheesy-ness of the verse)

Oh humble Bumblebee
Most misunderstood and misconstrued
Pollinator of flowers
Tormentor of lil kids
Sit on my hand this fine morn
And do not buzz away

horrible...yes I know...you get the point though

Saturday 25 August 2007

Oh **** - Censorship

When I first started this blog, my aim was to create a forum where I could say whatever I wanted, without fearing or without keeping in mind the consequences of doing so and the impact on those reading this blog. And yet, after about 9 months of posting various ramblings, I have realized that I have fallen prey to the very things that I warned myself against in my first post.

If you look at the post immediately preceding this one, you'll get an idea of how much I censor myself. That particular post was supposed to be about a particular issue, one that has given me quite a bit of trouble for the past little while. See, here I go again - censoring myself.

I guess, when I wrote that first post and said that I wouldn't censor myself, I assumed that people who read this blog wouldn't know me personally, and hence, I could write stuff without thinking about what they would think. But as time has progressed, I've realized how wrong I was when I first wrote that post. Many of the people I know, in fact many of the people I'm closest to, read this blog. And, although they already know most of what's happening in my life, it would perhaps be an insult to the trust I have in them to announce to the entire world the goings-on in my insignificant (to an extent) world.

At the same time, there are things which I cannot tell some of those same friends, to put it on this blog before telling them, would be wrong. Finally, being me, I don't want to hurt the sentiments of the people around me, and so, censorship will have to remain. Of course I'll try and say things in a round-about manner, like I did in that last post.

Anyway, that's all I have to say....for now at least

Friday 24 August 2007

The 9 Planets (actually 8 - poor Pluto)





and sometimes all you can do is laugh at the cruel twists of fate and plow through a box of tissues


Friday 17 August 2007

If Music Be the Food of Love....

I have a paper due in 4 hours. I'm almost done - have 3 pages to write (including the conclusion) and I'm listening to music at full volume.

I love music. I can't imagine life without it. Without band practice. Without sitting with friends and just making up random tunes. Without my CD player, my iPod, my computer music collections. Without my violins and guitars and flute. I always have a tune floating in my mind. I tend to associate memories with specific tunes and songs. I get obsessed with songs - listen to them over and over and over again. Lithium by Evanescence. Raag Khamaaj by Ustad Amjad Ali Khan (from the cd with Ustad Zakir Hussain on the tabla). World Hold On by Bob Sinclar. Mas Que Nada by Sergio Mendes. Sere Nere by Tiziano Ferro. Maula Maula by Rafaqat Ali Khan. Bubbletoes by Jack Johnson. Darbari by Mekaal Hasan Band is the latest. I'm listening to it right now.

Aaahh...can't wait for the next band practice.

In the meantime, I'm going to keep on listening to Darbari (listen to it if you can. the vocals and electric guitar are absolutely amazing) and finish my paper.

Watch this clip from my favourite movie - The Chess Players. The fluidity and expressions of the dancer made me fall in love with this particular dance form (which I couldn't stand before watching this).



Friday 10 August 2007

Bah

not fair...it was 3:33 am on my laptop but the post says 3:32am..

now y'all are gonna think i lied...:(


bytheway...i cant remember what this post label means...:S it's in russian...confused...maybe babelfish will help...*goes onto babelfish*

hmm..it says 'by chance'...huh? maybe it means random...*goes to babelfish again*

yup..i was right

AshtaVinayaka - #8

It's 3:33 am...and i'm writing my paper and wasting time (i'm almost done...finally...doing both...)


and i was wondering



is it possible to overdose on tea? if it is, imma do it tonite i think...

hmm..

Ahh Those Sinistras (Leftists)

As usual, I was on the bus today, coming home after my terrorism midterm so that I could work on my Islamism and nuclear weapons paper. While I was waiting at the bus stop for my connection to the North part of V-city, I heard some noise: it was an anti-Afghanistan campaign protest.

Led by a bald lady with a megaphone, the 15-person strong protest was quite amusing. They, obviously, were protesting the Cdn 'occupation' of Afghanistan. One person had a banner that said "drop tuition not bombs" (which, as a university student I find amusing. I go to one of the best universities in the country and tuition here is about $5000. If I had gone to Harvard, I'd be shelling out $30,000 for my tuition). Another person was holding a banner that said "I support the Afghan insurgency".

What I found amusing, in my own political science sort of way, was the inherent hypocrisy of the person with the insurgency banner. I'm sure he condemned the 9/11 bombings and the Taliban's repressive policies and would never think of saying that he supports al-Qaeda, but isn't that what his banner's doing? The Afghan insurgency is propogated by the Taliban and members of al-Qaeda. What an idiot.

What amused me even more was that lady with the megaphone couldn't even say Afghanistan properly. *shakes her head*. Get the name right woman and then tell the armed forces to leave.


One thing I realized today - extreme leftists - are such hypocrites.

Tuesday 7 August 2007

Thoughts...

This is me just putting out some thoughts on Islamic terrorism and, more importantly, the word Islamism - and I guess the entire topic is inspired by my paper (yes, I'm still writing it...on part two right now) and this course I'm taking on terrorism (with a focus on the Islamic type).

I've read quite a bit about the entire topic of Islamism over the past 2 months or so, and in all the papers and articles and books I've read, I haven't come across one definition of the word Islamism. It's used arbitrarily and constantly in these works, something that I find both troubling and problematic for a couple of reasons.

Firstly, on a policy level, if we want to 'combat' this particular radical movement, and on an academic level, if we want to analyze the increase in fundamentalism based on a radical interpretation of Islam, we need to understand what we're looking at first. If we neither define the term nor determine who constitutes an 'Islamist', how are we going to operate successfully on both the political and academic levels?

Tying into that, who are the Islamists? Are they the political leaders of parties like the Jamiat-ul-Ulema-i-Islam in Pakistan? Are they the individuals who folow Osama bin Laden and are members of al-Qaeda? Are they the soldiers of Hamas? Are they the clerics around the world who have an anti-American bent and incite people to violent jihad and terrorism through their sermons?

On another level, can we really define Islamism properly? If we can't define Islam, how do we define Islamism? And I say this for a couple of reasons. If we look at contemporary Islamic society, we'll see that the ummah - the concept of a transnational Muslim community - does not exist. There is no emir-el-momineen (leader of the faithful) and no caliphate. Islamic society today is perhaps more divided than it has ever been - and I don't say this in a political sense.

Islam, as most know, is divided into three distinct sects: Sunnism, Shi'ism and Sufism. Furthermore, each of these can be divided into more factions. Let's look at the extremes within these sects. In Sunnism, on one hand, there are the ultra-radical Salafists and Wahhabists. On the other, there are the average Sunni Muslims who are, in all probability, quite peaceful and follow the non-violent and pacific verses and principles of the Qur'an and the religion. In Shi'ism, the distinction between radicalism and moderation is perhaps more pronounced. On one hand, there are the followers of the late Ayatollah Khomeini. On the other are the Nizari Ismailis, followers of the Aga Khan and perhaps the most pro-Western and moderate Muslims in the world today. Sufism, my favourite of the three, is perhaps the most varied and divided. Sufis usually follow a particular sheikh. As well, Sufism varies quite a bit in its method of practice. In Persia, many Sufis follow the teachings of Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi. In India, much of Sufi philosophy has blended with medieval Hindu spirituality, creating this absolutely phenomenal mixture.

So...again..if we can't define Islam, how do we define Islamism?

Why we need to/should define it next time. And the implications for policy-making the time after that.

That's it for now....

Prayer of Sorts

Maahi ve maahi ve arz karaan
Mainoo vi asmaani fitrat de
Vadaa main hoke vi chukya rawaa
Dola ve dola ve himmat de

Jo vi milay pyaar naal milay
Eh nafrat dil chon door karke...
Insaani rishta nibhaavaan main
Geheraa noo apnaa banaavaan




(translation to follow...once I get my Punjabi bff - best friend of course - to help me with two words...)

that's it for now...ciao, adios, au revoir..and remember...to be born again first you must die

~nabz

Wednesday 1 August 2007

You'd Think They'd Have Brains

So this South Korean hostage crisis in Afghanistan. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not supporting the Taliban's decision to take them into captivity and kill two of them, but comon, have some sense.

When you've just removed an orthodox Muslim group from power, when you're fighting against an Islamist group that wants to destroy the USA because it disagrees with its values, when you know that these same Islamists see the entire issue as a conflict between Islam and Christianity...

YOU DON'T SEND CHRISTIAN WORKERS INTO THE COUNTRY - which is just what these South Koreans are. Fine, be Christian but don't go as a Christian organization - of course the Taliban is going to kidnap/kill you.

Idiots