I'm Feeling Lucky...

Well..I'm actually not feeling lucky...but the reason it's the title of this post is because it refers to Google's I'm Feeling Lucky search function...

So because of the wonderfullness that is Sitemeter, I'm able to figure out how people are getting to Selfistan - yes all - i know where you're from, and how you're coming to this land - think of it as the information you give to the customs official when you travel - same deal...

what amused me the most - and seriously i've told all the people i know who read selfistan about it....at least i think i have...

is that if you type Dysfunctia

and press the i'm feeling lucky button on google


you'll come to selfistan....


Dysfunctia + I'm Feeling Lucky = Selfistan


nice equation eh? and a bit ironic, yet true...

N

Blasphemy?

This particular sher has often been seen as blasphemous. I love it - not the fact that it's blasphemous (although, to tell you the truth - blasphemy is quite exciting - it challenges the opinions of some), but the entire imagery of the verse. I wish Mirza saab were still alive. Then I'd sit at his feet, pour him some sharaab every so often, and watch him tie knots in cloth. And buy him mangoes.

Imaan mujhe roke hai, jo kheenche hai kufr
Ka'aba mere peeche hai, kaleesa mere aage
- From Baazeecha-e-atfal


That which restrains me is faith - what pulls me is blasphemy
The Ka'aba is behind me, and the Church stands before me

On Second Thought

compellation
n. calling upon by name; manner in which person is addressed. compellative, a.; n. name by which person is addressed.


oops...

Compellation

I know it isn't a word so don't bother telling me. I feel compelled to write something here since I haven't in a while. But honestly, I don't feel like writing - and I don't even know what to write - hence the rambling and babbling with no purpose.

K I guess I'll stop before you start throwing shoes or rotten tomatoes (tomAHtoes..not tomeytoes) at the screen (although - they won't really affect me, but will damage/dirty your laptop/computer screen..


bubyeeeeee

Hmmmmm....

Michael Ignatieff was at my Uni on thursday...while he was speaking, something went 'ping' in my head and i thought 'oh this would be a great post on Selfistan'

now the ping has gone 'blah' and i can't remember the thing i wanted to sing when my head went ping


i'll put it up once i remember...

might have been responsibility to protect...or the Liberal party....or the Invasion of Iraq...or the possibility of an election...or even how nice the multipurpose room at the L is and how excited I am to 'work' there..as an RA...lol


ahh...still waiting for Ping2...

Testing 1...2...3

Sometimes I wonder whether all I am in the grand scheme of things is a microphone - something through which someone is trying to amplify their version of things - something that is only used for the purposes of another - something that can be turned on and off at will - something that is only effective when there is someone speaking, singing, shouting etc into it and when it is connected to something that can actually remit the emittance to everybody else.


Definitely wisdom or lunacy...

Nazm

I could always write this in devnagari, but I have a prof who would seriously freak at the thought that I would write an Urdu poem in Hindi/Sanskrit script. So, I'm going to just write it in Roman. That way, more people can read it as well. It's in no specific metre - as you will see, nor does it totally follow the ghazal rules of radeef and kafiya. Sincere apologies to the purists, and if you see mistakes in my grammar, let me know please - I'm still learning the language...

taarein aaj sab chhup gayein hain

chaand ko rotey kyun dekhey?

zameen par bhi ashq kinaarey banaatey hain

chamaktey kinaarey, chehre mein jo doob jaatey hain

aaftaab aaj raat nahin aayega, kal bhi nahin

woh chaand ko rotey hue kyun dekhey?

hain dost, chaand-o-aaftaab, lekin itne bhi nahin

tum aaogey is chaand ko dekhney, woh nahin ma'alum

koi apne hi amaanat ko doobtey kyun dekhey?

is jahannum mein qaid saari umr rahengey

jab tak sooraj na jaaga, shab mein rahengey

sotey rahiyo mere aaftaab kirnon ko chhupaakar

apne hi ghar ko jaltey kyun dekhey?