Friday, December 14, 2007

As close as possible


These photos are the work of a photographer from new york who lived a few meters away from WTC. He took these photos on the day of the tragic attaques.

some photos made me speechless... some made me sad, angry, and sad again

all we could do is pray that such a thing never happens again... to anybody

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Rush hour.. I Loath Thee

I am a lazy guy, let's face it...

I do everything... everything to avoid commuting during rush hour... and in London rush hour is more than TWO hours...

good news is my lectures don't start until 2 pm!... So i take an 11am bus or train where i can actually have a seat.... but sometimes it's unavoidable, "THOU SHALL COMMUTE ON MY RUSH HOUR- sometimes".. says the rule.

honestly i just walk to the train station... 20 minutes walk, 45 minutes by bus... fair enough

I am already late but some bunch of humanoids are taking their time walking down the stairs or through the barriers... reading a newspaper maybe... or even drinking coffee...

MOVE YOU BUNCH OF YAHOOS !!... MOVE!!.. it's called rush hour for a reason!

so i get to the platform, waiting for the train, the signal is telling me it's coming in 2 minutes... but it's 2 minutes "underground time"... which varies between 3 to 4 min...

never mind

first train... couldn't make it in, too crowded

second train, managed to squeeze after giving a hard look to a lad who moved down the carriage.

morning carriages smell of coffee, bacon, deodorant... and bad breath

evening carriages...OH BOY... alcohol, sweat, socks, punk eating "chicken and fries", unknown smells.. etc

Well... i can't avoid morning commute... but here i am now in the library, browsing some websites i found after i googled " I am bored"... waiting for rush hours to pass

"OH NO it's a girl !.."

The story of the "Selective abortion" in India has been talked about so much in the last few days. Apparently, about 7 million girls have been "missing" from demographic statistics of births in India. The sex ration (proportion of male to female babies) has gone up from 103 in the period of 1969-1979 to 114 in 2000-2005.

The problem is not confined only to India. Wherever females are seen as mere reproducing machines or, worse, a shame to family, this barbaric tradition reigns.

The differences between genders is very clear: Man is NOT like woman, and woman is NOT like man. from all aspects of life; the differences are so apparent that only the fool would deny them. Physiologically, psychologically, physically, .. etc

If you got here and you didn't stop reading :"here's another sick sexist".. Well done...

The issue of gender equality has been polemicised by fanatics :pseudo-intelligentsia, pseudo-religious, or corrupt opportunistic politicians.
Although both genders are different in the aspects that i mentioned before, they are both equally held responsible of their deeds. Different functions? rather complementary functions. I am still baffled by the way that gender has evolved; but it works (quasi-miraculously) very well.

I am a strong supporter of women rights, and their right to "be born" is obviously paramount. Every effort must be made to save the lives of human beings, no matter what gender they are. Life is sacred, and human souls are equal in the right to be given the opportunity to live.

I would like to quote a scripture, the Quran... A very powerful picture is given here:

"for, whenever any of them is given the glad tiding of [the birth of] a girl,
his face darkens, and he is filled with suppressed anger.
Avoiding all people because of the [alleged] evil of the glad tiding which
he has received, [and debating within himself:] Shall he keep this [child] despite
the contempt [which he feels for it]-or shall he bury it in the dust? Old, evil indeed is whatever they decide!" (16-58)
Wisdom is never too old...

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Khallouni... let me of souad massi

Let me, Leave me alone... let me cry on my luck...
look how the sky is clear.... but yours is all dark.

Some Lyrics from "Khallouni" of Souad Massi... helps letting out some of the "boohakis"