The Proustian Effect! I’m on a quest in search of lost time just like “Proust”

I see my memories fading. I no longer remember the good times. It like each new day is refreshing, deleting or storing my past happiness where I couldn’t find it. What remains is this empty life full of anguish and pain.

Such melancholia and this constant sorrow are all left for me to endure. My adult life needs a reboot it’s all corrupted and waste. My job and university nothing makes any sense. I loathe for what the future holds for me. I had no good hopes nor I’m trying to make it better.

I’m on a quest in search of lost time just like “Proust” It’s no different than the quest of a treasure or the mythical fountain of youth.

My daily labor is in vain to capture and recall the lost memories and I had tried to drink tea and coffee of all kinds nor could I find “petites madeleines” in Pakistan. When I couldn’t find any sensations I have also tried different kinds of cakes but nothing is giving that immortal taste to my lips and sometimes I take only a sip with the view that maybe drinking all of the cups loses its virtue.

Whoever read Proust knew its to find in oneself, not in the object. Separate the object “Tea” from reality its serving as gateway seeking not in the cup but in oneself.

 


Do you know French writer Proust’s novel is the worlds longest Novel with 7 volumes?


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As Proust wrote:

“The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (In the sensation which that material object will give us) of which we have no inkling. And it depends on chance whether or not we come upon this object before we ourselves must die.”


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Some dark memories I recall the most!

All I remember from childhood is the existential crisis I have at 7. Looking towards dark clouded sky apprehending whether my appearance as body and soul justifies my existence or not?

What if my being is not being in appearance and I’m not as I appear to myself or maybe my being is there and I’m unaware to see it. I closed my eyes, shut ears to the noise of the world, my consciousness betrays me now nothing exists not even me, something starts in me I could feel it the echo of transcending up to the sky. From where I look at myself a fragile body shivering, and asked What does my life matters and the worries? Desperately waiting for my Mother to come home in fear I had my mind to slip through reality

For a moment I had thought if it’s not my being or appearance then what all this life amounts too leading to nothingness which “Sartre” has elaborated beautifully in “Being and Nothingness”.

What makes me happy back then? I’m dying to discover and to enjoy that moment again. Escaping from my present life. I have all forgotten what it’s like being happy and joyful.

All I want is the Proustian effect. To go back in time and live the life I love the most. I want to see my grandmother which is no more now. How it pains me to lose the persons I love.

Tears and in vain I drink tea with absolute imitation for just a glimpse. What was that Proust drink? I could give my whole life for one sip. For on the last trip to all-powerful joy.

And always take with utmost pleasure and calmness with a hope that I may grasp the happy time I had in my childhood. Full of innocence and love.

 


 


Here watch this video and discover the Proustian moment. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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Eid Mubarak Literally Means “The Festival of the fasting month “Ramadan”.

 

 

Eid means happiness. Eid teaches us to laugh and love. For me the best thing about Eid is the “Eidi” which is the Gift in the form of money specially (the fresh currency notes) we get from our elders, parents or relatives in honor and respect of the Festival of Breaking Fast. We Buy new cloths and have plenty of Delicious food and family get together for straight 3 days.

The pleasure of sitting for hours in the saloon late at night we call (Chandh Raat) for hair-cut is a customary thing for us to do that is why barbers shop are kept open all night long.

Eid al-Fitr

Eid is based on the Islamic lunar calendar, it does not fall on the same day each year on the Gregorian (Western) calendar. Since the cradle of human civilizations. We have associated our selves with different kind of rituals and religious offerings. Feast plays a vital role in every culture and religion.


 

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It is no different from Christmas for Christians, Holi for Hindus or  Yamim Tovim for Jews.

This religious Eid (Muslim religious festival) is the first and only day in the month of Shawwal during which Muslims are not permitted to fast. The holiday celebrates the conclusion of the 29 or 30 days of dawn-to-sunset fasting during the entire month of Ramadan. The day of Eid, therefore, falls on the first day of the month of Shawwal.


Offering Eid Salah

  • First of all we wake up early and take bath (Shower) we call Ghusal.
  • Then we dress up!
  • Just Before heading towards the mosque. We eat sweets because of the Sunnah  (Prophet Muhammad’s Practice)
  • We prefer to walk on foot to the mosque and after the Eid Prayer we greet each other warm heartily and hug at least three times saying “Eid Mubarak” to each other.

 

 

After the prayer is completed, worshipers embrace each other and say “Eid Mubarak,” or “Blessed Eid,” to wish each other good will. The event ends with a sermon by the imam.


Graveyard visits.

We are supposed to take different path for coming back to home from the mosque and then to the “Qabristaan” (Graveyard) to pray for the dead relatives and friends asking for their forgiveness and high ranks in “Jannah” (paradise).


Give to the poor.

 “Zakat al-fitr,” or the duty to give to the poor on this day, is a requirement for every Muslim who has the means to do so. Typically, each individual’s contribution is about the cost of a meal, and may take the form of money, food, or clothing.


Friends and family meet up!

Our friends often visit their neighbors and extended relatives after the morning celebration to wish them a happy holiday and exchange these gifts.

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Special food items

Traditions include dates, halwa, falooda, cookies with milk, baklava, and vermicelli noodles. but we cook Biryani, Chicken and Mutton dishes and much more.


Prepare Dinner (Call for the Feast)

 Many people eat a family lunch and/or dinner of meat, potatoes, rice, barley, or any food you like. Some rest in the afternoon to recover from a day that began at sunrise. Others attend fairs and events organized for Eid, party with their friends in the evening, or visit the graves of deceased friends and family.


Celebrating Eid at its best. 

Young entertainers like me hangout with friends to Islamabad or Lahore  to watch movies and eat at the big fancy restaurants. taking selfies and sharing moments of joys. it’s the real-time for making great memories.

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The Philosophical Sufferings of A Young Man. “All Powerful God of Youth”.

What is it? The young man asked to the winds of each passing summer and winter, to the rains whenever they fell on each spring, he would listen to the classical music of “Vivaldi four seasons”. And his soul was always reborn with a new identity. He knew he had to fall again to be raised and to be re-born he must die first. Then he questions to the sun that show up every morning and goes down every evening and it baffles him then he would say to the darkness in the starry night looking up to the little bright yellow stars for some answers and AHH! That night came the stillest hour.

After years of suffering finally he concluded all in a single statement: “what is this giant spark in my soul so intense that it felt like my body would explode and the soul will escape up to the stars”. Little did he knew it was the “All powerful God of Youth”. Granted to man only once in a life-time and he wasn’t ready to waste it while living an ordinary life of comfort.

He wanted adventure, and troubles so much that he was even ready to die young then to resign for his old life because it was not bestowing upon him the best days of youth as promising it was.

There was an overwhelmingly high potential hidden in him for some passion. He wanted to do something. But what? He had no idea? These tormenting questions were driving him mad.  And he understood that in this world the individual cannot get anything by asking, but he must take it. He had read many great thinkers and philosphers, who at his age were lucky enough to find the meaning of their lives? while he was starving, desperate and still dependent on providence of the world around him.

What a sick world? he said: “I wanted to create a new world”. Enough were the words? It was the cold December night and he was able to get out of his bed with all the past melancholy and the inflicting sorrows. He wanted some action while looking out from the window to the moonlit sky; he was alone it felt like a new birth has taken place within him. Something struck him it was extremely philosophical and he finally overcomes himself.

“The goal is to stand for myself” he said, and rushed out of his room for breathing the air. Such blessed was his whole existence. It was enough for him to live. Something must have died within him.  and Everything returned on that stillest hour of night. The whole vision he could see himself sublimated and reborn. A new man, more enriching and powerful. A new energy, a new existence to explore life and the world around him with new fresh eyes.

 


               My Inhaler Vivaldi four season. Its a Revolutionary music trust me! 

Why Feel Kafkaesque? To Experience the World of Kafka! Here Read this Blog.

Since the day I read Kafka’s masterpiece “Metamorphosis”. Whenever I see a “cockroach”. I always had a vulgar grin on my face and I always shout out Loud! “Hey “samsa Gregor” how you doing?”  And to my parents I sound like an Idiot cause I never let them kill any of the cockroaches such is the love of Kafka for me.

This world is Absurd and catastrophic, we all have worst kind of nightmares. Kafka’s writing consist of realism and fantasy based on absurd themes such as guilt, alienation and existential anxiety.

What is Kafkaesque?

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The term Kafkaesque has entered the English language to describe situations like those in Kafka’s writing.

 

My Kafkaesque moment!

Job + Writing + MBA

I can understand how awfully Kafka suffered all his life because I’m also struggling to write some stories, Managing a tough part-time job along with my studies. Hardly I could find time to write. Its the reason I have become alienated from my friends and family. I hated myself because we sometimes in life cannot pursue what truly is important to us. I know being a writer is my self-worth and my job or education doesn’t define me but sitting on a table for hours to write.


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Here read this amazing opening statement from Metamorphosis:

One Morning, When Gregor samsa woke from a troubled dream, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He laid on his Armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. 


Such absurdity the way he shows his life in worst case scenario to tell us. We all suffer while living around the people who can never understand us fully. If you haven’t read this book I suggest to grab it.

The saddest fact is Kafka burned 90% of his work before dying at the age of 42.


Last Sunday On 3rd of June was Kafka’s Death Anniversary

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Kafka was working in a Insurance company, where he worked for nearly a year. His correspondence during that period indicates that he was unhappy with a working time schedule—from 08:00 until 18:00 —making it extremely difficult to concentrate on writing, which was assuming increasing importance to him.

“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” “Franz Kafka”


This is from Franz Kafka novelThe Trail” in a nutshell.

“A young man gets up in the morning to sees two strangers on either side of his bed. He asks them who they are. They reply they have come to arrest him. He asks why. They gave no reason. They arrest him and a trial is held, Even during court proceedings, he doesn’t know why they have arrested him. One thing leads to another and the story assumes phantasmagorical proportions.

His another story “A hunger Artist” show us life of an artist who fasts for a number of days on the trot. His act is interspersed with periods of recovery after which he gets in his cage, he gets en-caged to perform to go on a hunger strike. And when audience interest fades way in him he dies only to be replaced by a panther. Here Kafka is not sympathizing with the artist but he is brutally honest about self-realization on modern day context.

How a person enslaves himself and chooses not to get out of it and those who spectates are no different either.  Artist are never appreciated that is the cruelty of life.

Its been a century when it was written we can still see how it all makes sense in our today’s world.

Not only in West but even in our Pakistani society we can see the reference to social unrest, political issues, the story relates to our modern-day problems. We nowadays live in constant fear, sometimes for no reason and very often for the reasons that have nothing to with us. We try our best to escape the death valley of our bureaucratic system that govern our lives and It breaks the natural rhythm of our lives.

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I’m glad that an old the Pakistani great Urdu short story writer “Naiyer Masud” as you can see him above is a great admirer of Kafka. He translated Kafka’s stories for Urdu speaking general public to know the great German writer. That’s how literature binds us together.


An old friend of mine visits Prague recently, just look at his remarkable words!


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I was so touched by his words as how he felt walking around Prague no doubt he was feeling “Kafkaesque”. And for such inspiring individuals Kafka has written the following lines.

“Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”           “Franz Kafka”


The most Important Question Kafka arose?

Can we free our selves from this bureaucratic world? Can this coexistence liberate us from the evils like fear, slavery and totalitarian regimes? See how young people are destroyed by the giant corporations. They depend on the salary which is a bargain for their dreams. Not jobs but We need Art and Creativity to promote life.

 


At the end please must watch this Ted-ed brilliant video!

Thankyo

 

Professionalism! How we misunderstood the Philosophy of our work life?

Only Amateurs complain about being unemployed. They blame the Economy, Country or the University from where they get the degree. You have to make yourself capable enough for getting a job.

Think of it as tough love . . . for yourself. Whether an artist, writer or business person you want to be.

My Motto for Life:

I am the one who sees things differently. I’m not fund of rules, I have no respect for the status-quo and you can quote me, disagree or vilify me but the only thing you can’t do is to ignore me because I change things and this alone is only specter that pushes the human race forward. Self-made man take actions when all others are out there Partying. 

            Strategy of Nurturing the Entrepreneur within you!

In our world of in action, over-promising and under-delivering every second a man seems to claim himself an entrepreneur. That’s why there is difference between those who are wishing to be an Entrepreneur and those who take actions. You need a job experience to start any business, not the money but skills and exposure to working life and here is my part-time job starting from tomorrow and I haven’t finished my degree yet!

1-Get a Job! 


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Finally, I can finally say I have got a job before finishing my degree in a Multi-national Company. I was never one of those who wait until they finish their studies and start hunting jobs. Wasting their time and energy sitting at homes because of sheer laziness and unprofessional attitude.


2-Build your own thing!

I have created a blog! not for money but for myself to keep on writing and also chasing my dream of becoming a writer by writing books. I have a plan to start my own company for that very reason I have choose my current job!


3-Read books


I have turn pro by reading books which means I have defeated the resistance as “Steven Pressfield” wrote in the book “War of Art”. Bestselling novelist Steven Pressfield identifies the enemy that every one of us must face, outlines a battle plan to conquer this internal foe, then pinpoints just how to achieve the greatest success.

      “Reading books makes you better”


  •   Why read “War of Art” by Steven Pressfield! 

Our lives are caught in between the struggle to meet the daily ends meet! Most of us don’t love our jobs but focused on the money it provide that is what kills all the creative passion within us.

That is why there are only a few capitalists in every society which has billions of monthly income and amateurs tend to work for them.  As Pressfield wrote:

” How can we avoid the roadblocks of any creative endeavor—be it starting up a dream business venture, writing a novel, or painting a masterpiece?

Why not work for yourself instead of someone else. In words of  “Steve jobs”


“We live very limited life, life could be much broader because everything you see around you call life was made up by people who were no smarter than you! you can change it, you can influence, build your own things that other people can use. To shake off this notion that life is just there and you just gonna live it. “No” First embrace it, change it, prove it make your mark upon it. Once you learn that your never gona be same again.


You cannot put your soul into work if you don’t love and you cannot love your job because of its salary but finding what you love to do

Once you discover that then you need this golden rule I have mentioned below!


The 10,000  hours rule


“Malcolm Gladwell” Wrote an amazing book with the title as “Outliers” in which he mentions the 10,000 hour rule. It sates that for the success talent alone is not enough handwork and opportunists paved the way, he further puts example of Bill joy, john Lennon and Bill gates who work so hard that they spend all the required time to learn the necessary skills before starting their companies or bands.

Work each day.  Put your time on it. If you Fail then try again but never give up no matter how hard it takes to achieve success


I’m writing three books! 

Pro-activity is this. I’m studying MBA along with a 5 hour job. I read about 5 books daily, I write blogs and also running a Facebook page and I contribute 5000 words to each of my short stories. How I’m managing all this.

Fuel for burning the desire of success I have posted a Note in my room as a prayer to myself before starting a day:


To say to each and every distraction, to every person who would happily derails me! “This day is mine not yours”. 

That’s where professionalism come, no matter how bad is the day, how I’m feeling I took the laptop and start writing. “I don’t sleep because my dreams are bigger than my sleep as “Alon Musk” put it.

Turn pro! Take actions that is the goal of this blog!

There is no greater satisfaction than being a self-made man. Take action!

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Thankyo

 

Ramadan Kareem! The Art of Fasting and Experiencing Rumi.

I heard the Moazan calling for Salah! The aesthetic pleasure of “Azaan” (Prayer call) came from the holy Mosque. My heart sank into a deep melancholic world. I was walking through a steeply pathway into the fields where the sun was bursting over me and I lost the glimpse of reality standing still for hours under the burning sun taking my shadow as my soul and the ultimate truth as I wanted to punish my body for all the sins while glancing eye to eye with all its mighty heat. I could feel the sweat pouring out my body, my lips were dry and eyes sunken.

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you”. —-Rumi—

Suddenly, Breaths were heavy when I saw water in front of me falling out of the tube-well. I resisted the urge to drink and took a long sigh, walked pass it because it was Ramadan and I wanted to feed my soul not the body. Pure asceticism. My body was urging for food and water, but my soul wanted cleanness and purity from all bodily pleasures. Fireball (The Sun) was so intense that I looked at it politely even it felt lovely. I was in love with my sufferings. Desperately waiting for sun to set so that I may have “Iftari” (Breaking the fast) as soon as possible.


Celebrate! The month of fasting has come.
Pleasant journey to the one

Who is the company of the fasting.
I climbed the roof to see the Moon,

Because I really missed fasting
By heart and soul.

Ghazal No. 370 from the Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi,
“Mevlana Jelaleddin Rumi

Divan-i Kebir,” Volume 13, 2001.


Ramadan is here 

Have you ever felt like you will be starved to death? If you didn’t follow your basic survival instincts but have to endure until the sun is set. Leaving the comforts of your home. Going to University, your work or market. Such hard times rarely comes to you unless your religion do have a fasting month


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Fasting makes you a philanthropist: 

The urge to suppress yourself to drink water when you have it in-front you all the time. We realizes the importance for those who are depraved of such basic needs. For those who died of hunger everyday in Africa and War torn middle-eastern countries like Syria, Palestine etc.

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World now knows what Muslims do in this month. Fasting is the willing abstinence or reduction from some or all food, drink, or both, for a period of time.

We never value such things which comes easily to us.

Therefore, In history of all religions. fasting was meant to be an important devotion  and supplication to be sublimated.

Offering five times a day Salah (Prayer)

Not only we develop compassion and love for humanity. We share Iftar dinners, throw Iftar parties. Wake up early for suhur (Eating at Dawn for fast), offer longest one hour Salah ( Prayer) called the “taraveeh”. Do shopping for Eid after Ramadan. In short its the month of reincarnation. To be reborn and to regain the faith.


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Music + Dhikr + Dance (Whirling dervishes) = Rumi

“Busy days galore…thoughts in a kaleidoscope of dervish dances.” 
― Al Cash

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Is there any better dervish in history than Rumi? I make one of my Ramadan goal to study the Islamic Persian Sufi poet. The most inspiring of all, his words are eye openers for me. I have never been so much captivated by any poet before.

 “You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?” 
― Rumi


 

I went into the bookstore and asked for Rumi’s poetry book.

The bookseller looked at me with astonishment and asked quickly Do you know Persian?

I said “No” he smiled and then asked:  “Then what is the pleasure in reading translation? I say if you truly want to understand Rumi read it in its original language otherwise It will be a futile effort. I left his shop and find another one from where: I bought an English version next day and read the best-selling poet of America from 13 century Islamic world.

After Experiencing Rumi I wanted to be a dervish Conquering ones soul, finding the meaning of our existence. What a peaceful and aimless life it would be to wander and to lose our own identity. As he wrote:

“I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast”.


 

 

Against Tyranny please watch the video below: 

Must watch and share this Ramadan ad for injustice to Muslims all around the world specially in Jerusalem the capital of Palestine.

 

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On This Mothers day absurdity struck me! when I was Reading Albert Camus “The Stranger” before writing this blog.

“Today Mother died. Or maybe yesterday, I don’t know. I got a telegram from the home: ‘Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.’ That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.”  This absurd opening statement is from the novel “The Outsider” by the great French Algerian Writer Albert Camus who won the noble prize in literature 1957 and died at the age of 46 in a car accident.

The reason to share such a phrase on this Mother’s Day is to show the absurdity of life, it’s quite true if we see the lifestyle of western civilization as observed by the writer. We want to hate him. You want to hate me for putting out such a laconic bizarre statement. But we know such people exist in our society. Who put their mothers into the old homes? Who kick them out of their houses, who disobeys and disrespect them, vilify or ignore them and disappoint them. It is for you who disregard his own very reason of existence.

The Writer shows this cruel reality in his novel with a melancholic ending. The main character was imprisoned and condemn to death. When he kills an Arab man without any intentions in defense, he never accepts the world as it is, he questions everything? Why we work? Why we pray? Why we love? Why we die? And before dying the character uttered a line which really contradict the first one and amuses us about the social acceptance, how society forged against someone if he took a hammer and smash all the moral values and truth about the importance of love for our mothers.

During his trial for murdering a man in cold blood people contempt, and said to him that he didn’t cry on his mother’s funeral.  And later before dying in the cell his final words were this:


“In our society, any man who doesn’t cry at his mother’s funeral is liable to be condemned to death.”


In history we had only one child which was born without any father (Jesus), but never heard or see anyone being born without a mother. The word mother has a very controversial meaning in every language. We see Goddess as mythological figures like the great Athena and Aphrodite of Greeks, Roman goddess Venus, Durga ma in Hinduism. According to me all were the manifestations of Motherly love humanity craves for that is why we sometimes refer to our planet as Mother Earth. Even the greater technology couldn’t ignore the word Mother to its main source for generating all the power supply in computers and we call the “Mother-Board.

Mothers are an enigma! No human exist which cannot appreciate love of his or her mother. She sacrifices half a life for her children’s, we all know what a mother is, we all love our mothers and want our best for them. Let’s celebrate the day to our Superwoman’s who push the humans-race forward.

In “Quran” Allah says that his love for mankind is even more than the love of 70 mothers all combined. And He further says.” be kind to parents. Whether one or both of them attain old age in thy life, say not to them a word of contempt, nor repel them, but address them in terms of honor. And out of kindness, lower to them the wing of humility, and say: ‘My Lord! bestow on them Thy Mercy even as they cherished me in childhood’.

 

In the Words of Marcel Proust:

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“Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have her no longer. Now you will often think of days past when you had her.

When you are used to this horrible thing that they will forever be cast into the past, then you will gently feel her revive, returning to take her place, her entire place, beside you. At the present time, this is not yet possible.

Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power … that has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.”

 

Why I created “The Portrait of an Artist” The purpose of running such a blog is highly personal.

 

Most people ask me, “Why your running a page on Facebook with a strange name called “The Portrait of an Artist”. What is that you’re trying to do?” And some say “Your not an Artist but a Writer?”.  Others quote me as a person who only talk about art but can’t produce anything. People Including my friends and family brag and mock me for trying to show off myself as an artist.

Answers to these questions are very simple which I truly believe is that “Art is the true meaning of life” not for you but it is for me.

So, Who is an artist? How do we define him?

We could say a person who captures beauty in everything, who appreciates life and stands on common grounds for proper human understanding.

And no doubt I can’t paint at the moment. I’m learning and it is true I only share other people’s art works. I want to show the importance of art in our lives as it is a medicine we all need nowadays to promote humanity in midst of racism, hatred, fanaticism, the dogma of nationalism and wars.

Since the dawn of civilization, Human beings have tried to express themselves differently depending on their culture, language and religion. Everything around us was built by others that is how we see life and we can influence too by building our own things so I made this blog to share my writings which entirely focuses on aesthetics, the hidden beauty I like to see even in ugly things.

Not only limited to writing but I’m also going to start Vlogging, making videos while travelling around searching for artists sharing their passions. Even living is an Art. Exploring my surroundings promoting the artistic expressions even in the air we breath, the flow of water, and the most pleasurable warmth of lying in bed at night.  Making simple and minor things looks bigger and important which we simply ignore because its obvious and also because we take certain things for granted.

I will share photos of arts, music, educational videos and articles.  I paint with words at the moment and I write, its my passion to become a writer. I’m working on some short stories and novels too.

Lets make a change through art, literature and music. Only you can make this happen not me I will try my best and I don’t care If I look weird or crazy to some people, right now my focus is so intense that I only intend to make an influence, to pause and reflect on life which we sometimes live so cautiously that we don’t live at all as “J.K Rowling” said. Life on earth is so beautiful because ours is the only planet among many which supports life, we all have purpose to do something in here and this is what I love to do and I will be glad to help others find theirs.

To Art that pushes the human race forward. Can you Imagine the modern world without renaissance?

Answer is “No” for sure. This is my message to go back in time and learn from the great classics and support the artists let our passions make an impact we can do this together.

 

Thankyo

When I Met “Rida”! The Perfect Contentment.

 

She was not just a girl, or a mystic but an inspiration, sparkling like the April sun, the spring that infringes the old life into new. So who was Rida I asked myself? and In vain I wandered around the streets In search for an answer which only came when I heard the call of nature (while walking into the woods) 

There I met her she was nothing but a name without the body and soul like the air without sweetness, the summer without warmth and the winter without cold. 


As Shakespeare put it in winter nights

“a wild dedication of yourselves
To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.” 
― William Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale


Rida is an Arabic word which literally means “contentment”, “satisfaction” and “being well pleased.”

 

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Rida is the name of morning air that blows with such sweetness which makes the birds to sing.


Next day! I went out for a walk at dawn to watch the sun rising, It was there the cool wind kisses my cheeks when I heard a cry “Riiii—–from the leafs and the wind produces strange sound of “Daaa”  I looked around desperately thinking was it the tree? or the wind or the waters.

As the day passes on, my troubles and sorrows increases.

Then In the Evening I sat soothingly on my balcony when the dark gloomy clouds cover the sky and rain begins to fall,  the flowers will soon bloom and the bees will dance for its nectar to make honey which I love the most no sooner I realize that moment “Rida” was the nature itself, we can give her any name.

As the dusk came! I ran towards the  sunset with my naked soul all clean and pure yelling “For light, for one last glow”  with heavy breaths I stopped near the river hopeless and I accept my failure and futile search for the meaning of the word “Rida? surrounded by the giant pine trees, waving grass and the steep cliffs.

All of a sudden I heard a terrible laughter in my soul. saying “Why are you looking outside when answer was always with in yourself?”.  For I’m the state of being, or you can say a state of the heart when one is in such perfect contentment, in such state of grace that nothing really matters except what God – the Beloved wills and decides.

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In the Islamic vocabulary this state is called Radiyatan Mardiya (Well-Pleased and Well-Pleasing) both from the word Rida


What is Rida? (Sufism) 


Rida is one of the lives discussed in Sufism as well as early Islamic belief. The term “riḍā” literally means ‘the fact of being pleased or contented; contentment, approval’. In religious context, this term is interpreted as satisfaction or “perfect contentment with God’s will or decree”.

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It is narrated about Rabia of Basra, the famous sufi saint that she lost both her parents at an early age. A great famine occurred in Basra during which she was separated from her sisters. Rabia fell into the hands of a wicked man who sold her as a cheap slave. Her master made her work days and night inhumanely and subjected her too much humiliation.


The Art of healing!

Acceptance is a beginning, a point of departure, as well as the culmination of Heartfulness.


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Artist of the day! Leonardo DA Vinci’s Birthday. Here is the most valuable thing we must learn from the Renaissance Man’s story?

If one wanted to see how faithfully art can imitate nature, just look at Leonardo DA Vinci’s works, and he is often known as the Artist as a scientist! Unfortunately, It is devastating to see how our Universities has differentiated art from science as a complete different discipline, humanities are not considered important as much as science is in our schools. But Leonardo in history show us all the disciplines belongs to Art.

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution.”as Einstein said.


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So if we look at Leonardo’s  life than we realize how truthful was the statement of Pablo Picasso that “Every child is born as an artist”

Leonardo was a painter, a sculptural, an architect, an inventor, a doctor, a scientist, engineer, writer, philosopher, naturalist, and  musician, and a thinker.

I will not tell you who was Leonardo and his legacy surely there is much about him available on internet to read.

My focus is what we can learn from the greatest artist of the century, which might add some value in our lives to learn and to appreciate art and humanities in harmony with science.

Geometry is the language of Universe: lets dig in deep today. It took me weeks to understand this complex math. But its worth giving a shot, trust me this will reveal how much art is related to science.


Embrace yourself’s! we are talking about a marvelous and divinely inspired Leonardo.

The most amazing work for me is the Vitruvius Man.

 

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Vitruvian, the architect, says in his work on architecture of the human body are distributed by nature as follows: that is 4 fingers make 1 palm, and 4 palms make 1 foot, 6 palms make 1 cubit, 4 cubits make a man’s height. And 4 cubits makes one pace and 24 palms make a man; and these measures he used in his buildings.


If you open your legs so much as to decrease your height 1/14 and spread and raise your arms until your middle fingers touch the level of the top of your head, you must know that the center of the outspread limbs will be in the navel and the space between the legs will be an equilateral triangle. the length of a mans height; from the top of his head will be one sixth of a man. From the roots of the hair to the bottom of the chin is the tenth of a mans height ; from the bottom of the chin to the top of his head is one eighth of his height; from the top of the breast to the top of his head will be one sixth of a man. From nipples to the top of the head will be fourth part of a man. the greatest width of the shoulders contain in itself the Fourth part of the man. From elbow to the tip of the head will be the fifth part of a man; and from the elbow to the angle of the armpit will be the eighth part of man.

The whole hand will be the tenth part of the man; the beginning of the genitals marks the middle of the man. the whole hand will be the tenth part of the man; the foot is the seventh part of the man.from the sole of the foot to below the knee will be of the fourth part of the man. from below the knee to the beginning of the genitals will be the fourth part of man. The distance from the bottom of the chin to the nose and from the roots of the hair to the eyebrows is, in each case, and like the ear, a third of the face.


The preceding is the complete translation of the texts accompanying DA Vinci Vitruvius Man.

In short Leonardo show us that God has created Man as the supreme being. All secrets of universe are hidden in Man’s creation. World belongs to him and the nature, animals, mountains, sea’s everything is made for him. Man is the perfectionist of the universe.

Watch this video for proper understanding!


Mono Lisa

I always wonder what exactly are her true expressions because it simply is very hard to grasp. And every time I gaze at her eyes, it is so refreshing that it leaves one’s mind in great confusion. because of the subject’s expression, which is frequently described as enigmatic.

In this painting of Leonardo’s there was a smile so pleasing that it seemed divine rather than human”

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The monumentality of the composition, the subtle modelling of forms, and the atmospheric illusionism were novel qualities that have contributed to the continuing fascination and study of the work.


His changing mood of interests teaches us how to be awesome

Leonardo was never satisfied with one mood of life, after indulging himself deeply in one thing he would leave it to the middle and pursue something else that may have been disturbing him.

Leonardo’s fascination with anatomical studies reveals a prevailing artistic interest of the time. In his own paintings.



He teaches us to have the same curiosity and thirst for learning new things, whereas the modern world has made us to believe that a single profession is enough to hold on in one’s life. “No” I must say discover new things and start painting if you’re a doctor, be a lawyer later on if you’re an engineer right now.


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The Artist’s conception of world. All about aesthetics.


 Philosopher Alain de Botton writes:

For French writer Proust, the great artists deserve acclaim because they show us the world in a way that is fresh, appreciative, and alive… The opposite of art, for Proust, is something he calls habit. For Proust, much of life is ruined for us by a blanket or shroud of familiarity that descends between us and everything that matters. It dulls our senses and stops us appreciating everything, from the beauty of a sunset to our work and our friends.

Children don’t suffer from habit, which is why they get excited by some very key but simple things — like puddles, jumping on the bed, sand, and fresh bread. But we adults get ineluctably spoiled, which is why we seek ever more powerful stimulants, like fame and love.


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My Definition for Life? And How to Find yours! Here is the story.

“We should come home from far, from adventures, and perils, and discoveries everyday, with new experience and character.”  Wrote Henry David Thoreau

So I come home yesterday with a concrete definition of life. Which may not seem appropriate to many but to me it just sounds perfect.

“Life is an endless toil for making oneself an ideal image in the society towards a futile end we call Death!”

I came up with these lines last night, when I was walking alone and the night sky was shimmering with bright yellow stars, the cool wind was blowing, I wonder did the night sky look different in ancient times? We now live clustered around brightly lit metropolitan areas, in which smoke and industrial pollutants have combined to give us the visible light?

If you spend the night away from civilized world, in wilderness or near mountains. We can only then witness the pure, magical beauty of night sky. Those savages were lucky to have a clear vision of starry night. 


Then with a long sigh, I gaze my eyes towards the road, the immense traffic, almost everyone was in a rush. To get it done whatever they had in mind. Can I stop this hustle. I thought so they might ponder for a second are they truly living? because they live so cautiously that they don’t live at all.

How could I define life? I ask myself while taking a puff, holding the cigarette in my hand.


How does the world around us define Life?

Well! To investigate this argument I had to re-call how the society and people tell us about life and in a nutshell it is simply this:

We are born in a world where the path on which we walk is already paved by others, planned are laid before even our birth, our name, religion and career paths are decided by our parents. The external stimuli conditions us to be what we are today.

So what if these conditions were never applied? what if nature hold us all pure and innocent. What if our education is so liberal as it is given to the animals through their nature and instincts.

Why are you then? defending whats not yours but what others thrust it upon you. The perception about a good livelihood, the university, job and getting married and to carry on this sacred duty because it is in the equilibrium for standardized lifestyle. Where the wisdom is what the majority thinks, and thinking we have to do this because everyone is doing?

Here at this hour comes the depression, the absurdity of our lives. And the existential crisis!

 


My Definition for life?

Walking on the pathway which is unpaved, not being traveled by anyone else before is the mode of life I should trend in that is what I have yet to discover at least in this scenario I’m aware of myself, as Nietzsche said ” Man is something that must be overcome”.


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Life is making up of oneself, Being aware that you live and finding happiness with in one’s own soul.

It is like the punishment of ‘Sisyphus’ as Camus wrote in his famous work “The myth of Sisyphus.”

His essay concludes, “The struggle itself  is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy”.


 

Individuality is the key to find and create your own definition of life:

We all are different as are our DNA’s. Express your uniqueness to leave your mark in the world.

Educate yourself independently, be self-reliant and appreciate yourself if you feel your different from others. There is no freedom in collectivism. The truth is we are going to die alone so all the suffering and pain in this world we have to endure alone, others might show us sympathy and love but that doesn’t not provide us with the meaning or understanding.

In the philosophy of the absurd,  Camus presented a man’s futile search for meaning, unity, and clarity in the face of an unintelligible world devoid of God and eternal truths or values. Does the realization of the absurd require suicide?

Camus answers, “No. It requires revolt.” He then outlines several approaches to the absurd life. The final chapter compares the absurdity of man’s life with the situation of Sisyphus, a figure of Greek mythology who was condemned to repeat forever the same meaningless task of pushing a boulder up a mountain, only to see it roll down again.


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Just sit down for while and come up with your own lines and express life as it fits you cause if you exist than this world exist, you’re the world nothing else matters.

Please do share with me how do you define life? I ill b glad to know 🙂

On My birthday! We will Go Back in History to Investigate Why we have Birthday Parties!!

I woke up this morning like every other morning but with a new curiosity deep inside my eyes asking myself why is today my birthday? that single question forces me to grab my laptop and then spending straight two hours to search a little on history of birthday celebrations and the facts were so overwhelmingly strange, and amazing. I thought of it that moment to put it into my blog!

The first Question I came-up with when I found that its my birthday was something like this: Why do we celebrate birthdays? and throw birthday parties? without knowing why? following the trend, oh! yes? just because everybody else is doing it. you will surely agree to this point.

I even heard some people say why to celebrate the day when you know you’re getting older each year and its getting you closer to death. 

But as my ‘motto” is to question everything! So I didn’t conform but investigate As why on this day we invite friends and families. To have great time together. Cutting the cakes, receiving gifts and making wishes while preparing delicious recipes. 

 


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The concept gain popularity in west and now through movies and pop-culture it has gained worldwide popularity, a kind of norm among the people of different backgrounds, regions and cultures. Almost Millions of cakes are cut down every-single day.

Hey! Why not open a bakery then? it’s a good market with potential by the way.

The birthday is the most special day in everyone’s life. Every year, we wait for this day. On your birthday, you are the most VIP person in the whole world. Everyone, who knows you or via any social media calls you or texts you wish you good health. And, you also many plans for your birthday celebration, among which, party is the list topper. But we celebrate our birthday party, without knowing why we celebrate it.

Why to wait! Lets dig in.

 


                          All history is based on borrowing  trends from different cultures!

It all started when the Greeks offered moon-shaped cakes to Artemis as a form of tribute to the lunar goddess. To recreate the radiance of the moon and her perceived beauty, Greeks lit candles and put them on cakes for a glowing effect. The Greeks most likely took the idea of birthday celebration from the Egyptians, since just like the celebration of the pharaohs as “gods,” the Greeks were celebrating their gods and goddesses.

Then Romans were found in history of pages celebrating every commons man birthday in open markets.

“[Let them eat cake] was said 100 years ago by Marie-Thérèse, the wife of King Louis XIV of France. It was a callous and ignorant statement


The Industrial Revolution brought delicious cakes to the masses.

It is not Islamic nor its concept is present in Christianity. It was rather a pagan celebration we have adopted.

Seems absurd? So is Life.


 

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Why do we celebrate birthdays?


It is no doubt a very silly question but let’s go deep into its root to know more. 


  1. The idea of celebrating the date of your birth is a pagan tradition. In fact, many Christians didn’t celebrate birthdays historically, because of that link to paganism. Pagans thought that evil spirits lurked on days of major changes, like the day you turn a year older.

  2. Perhaps someday a Birthdayologist will come along to set the record completely straight, but until then, we’ve compiled this short list of historians’ best hypotheses on the evolution of birthday celebrations and the delicious cakes that so often accompany them.

  3. Many religions celebrate the birth of their founders or religious figures with special holidays (e.g. Christmas, Mawlid, Buddha’s Birthday, and Krishna Janmashtami).

Why do we sing “Happy Birthday To You?”

It’s the most recognizable song in the English language, according to the Guinness Book of World Records, and it started as a song for schoolkids.

 

Things to remember on your birthday!

So next time when you celebrate your birthday make sure you enjoy the day at its best because the way it has evolved through human history and became part of our lives is magical and no doubt is a unique form of human expression for appreciating life because we only lives once.

So, Love your life as the american philosopher Thoreau wrote:

However mean your life is , meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault finder will find faults even in paradise.”

And like bon jovis famous rock song “Its my Life” say it loudly,

My life is like an open high way like Frankie said I did it my way. I just wanna live while I’m alive. Its My Life.” 



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Thankyo  🙂

Fear and Loathing in our every day lives! “The Existential Crisis.”

The sun rises again this morning when I was standing on the roof-top. It’s bright yellow light shone on my pale sunken cheeks and I understand what it wanted to say. “The absurdity of life”, Even the sun was tired of this tedious duty of retiring in noon and coming up at dawn.

The Universe is expanding every second among the billions of galaxies out there. whereas the sunlight only takes 3 minutes and 19 seconds to reach us on earth why can’t it vary? Its lethargy is obvious. That is why this time the Sun-light wants the Motto “Nothing is slower than light?  instead of “Nothing is faster than light” as Einstein said:

How much Absurd the idea is right? 

Here are some more absurd ideas I have been thinking! 

Earth keeps on spinning around the sun. I could hear its sheer outcry, the anguish of being alive among the dead planets asking for the meaning of its existence in this vast lifeless cosmos. 

How meaningless these repetitions makes life. We wake up every morning and do the same thing over and over again like the punishment of Sisyphus. we have been ordered by our own existence to endure such boring routine.


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“Creation” or art is another way to express human experiences, wrote Albert Camus, in his Myth of Sisyphus (1942), a philosophical essay examining the meaning of life.

The gods saw no worse punishment for Sisyphus’ mischief than sentencing him to toil for no reason toward nothing, a metaphor for the human condition. Life is absurd and without meaning. In this “unintelligible and limited universe,” humans have an “irrational and… wild longing for clarity.” “If the world were clear, art would not exist.”


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I want to do something different each day and the anxiety arose with the tiring routine of going to University then coming back home doing the same thing over and over again.

I’m not saying there should be a change either because it will make it worst for it is impossible for a man to do different things on each new day.

The dull lectures tear away all the passion in my soul while sitting in the class-room is like sitting in a horrible dungeon where only darkness prevails and the daily travels have got the best in me. Then the society expects me to find happiness in my life.

 


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My Existential crisis!


This is absurd, ridiculous and this is where the existential crisis starts. Life just don’t make any sense here I’m waiting for the degree to be finished so that I may start a job to earn some good money than get married and have kids to move on in life as everybody else is doing.

I dare say! What is the purpose of living then? when you had to go through all this just to die? God is eternal “Yes” to follow the religion is the meaning of life?  Absurdity comes when you realize this that the truest doctrine which happens to be in your domain is just because your born in that particular environment sometimes doesn’t feel right.


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what if I say I’m a rebel like the Satan in Milton’s “Paradise Lost” and say “No” to everything the world says “Yes” just to live my life as I want without any dictation of others, make my own laws to hang my will over it.

Reading “Camus” too much these days could be the reason. Existentialist depression have been a problem for me since I was a kid. Never satisfied with the teachings of my peers for I was always in revolt.

This urge makes me curious to know more, finding my own meaning of life in this absurd, meaningless world. which sometimes makes me laugh as I grow up as is the famous quote by Victor Eremita.

 

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Being an Existential doesn’t make you an outlier rather it is a gift and a blessing where one struggles to discover himself and the true purpose of life  🙂

What does It take to be Great? How the Shakespearean Statement becomes My Burning Desire.

The truth is I was never born to be great neither that I could ever achieve greatness, I tried but failed miserably. Now the only way I could be great is by thrusting it upon myself, going almost insane caring not what happens to the world, even if it makes me a fragile narcissist. I will keep on going towards the path of greatness. And that for me is to keep on Writing. 

Great Men Theory.

History tell us about some people with extra-ordinary capabilities, who were born to be great. As we move along from the whole antiquity of great people to this modern era. What I find out is quite the opposite and astonishing!

Because there are a certain class of people who thrust greatness upon them. They are truly a rare breed, self-made men but they make themselves. To name them would take me more than a blog. I will enlist a few to illustrate my point.

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The burning desire

Here are some people who truly influence me, they are an inspiration. these are truly the great men who makes a difference in the world. None of them was born great or achieve greatness easily, some of them even struggle to survive and fits in the Shakespearean statement of those men who thrust greatness upon them.


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Achilles I must say were driven by a mighty force, their bravery was the sign of greatness, being fierce in battles and winning even if it meant death they were always ready to do so.

 


Al-hazen was a great 10 century Arab Muslim scientist, who invented the scientific method and wrote about 200 books. his biography shows at one incident in his life time he had to pretend to be an insane to save his life from a mad governor and was confined which became his gateway for researches on light and later invented the pin-hole camera.

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Isaac Newton a genius. This person is the reason I have a keen interest in psychics till to this day since I discovered him, he always resented against the tyranny of British royal academy. His Principia Mathematica revolutionize the world. His struggle and ideas shows the enigma of extra-ordinary people.

 

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 The Vikings  were the only men in history living in harsh winters and were responsible for changing Anglo-Saxons to Anglo-Norman. That is how they thrust greatness upon themselves though the spirit of adventure

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Nietzsche’s most remarkable work: thus spoke Zarathustra’s present superman concept of self overcoming. his life was a mediocre one but his imaginary self was of great importance for next generations to discover their passions. Uberminch is the person truly a genius here to make a difference.

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Then came the eminent philosophers and writers from all era’s through renaissance to early 20th century


 

 

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Stephen Hawking suffered through a terrible disease which paralyzed him and life expectancy was only two years but he lived and through his greatness amazed the world, his singularity theory and explanation of time, black holes, he even published a paper ten days before his death. That is how you thrust greatness upon yourself.


 

 

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Alon Musk is a visionary, who thinks Mars should be colonized by humans, his space x launches a biggest rocket to space. He was always bullied in school, his parenting was tormenting but he struggle and became a great men today.


 

 

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Mark Zuckerberg the world knows him, it all started with a stupid idea of socializing the personal profile in Harvard campus as kind of a fun dating site. now he is one of the richest person and who don’t know what Facebook is right!


what Shakespeare said make sense.

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Who are those one could say are born great?

The born leaders are the only people who end up with a fortune of millions in their heritage, or who belongs to a Monarchy or it ended up to the mythological gods or the prophets. Not the ordinary human being.


 

Who are those who achieve greatness? 

But those who achieve greatness are those who simply put their head under a single yoke and did achieve what they want but lack the power to influence others, the so-called interdependence. The Win/Win philosophy.


 

 

It takes all, even to die for your passion.  To Those who thrust greatness upon themselves.

My life is a hustle! here and there rushing and trying to accomplish more in a little time by little effort here it is what I learn.

First purity my passion of beaming a Writer?


Some days I couldn’t write a single word and somedays there are words, empty words. Inspiration often comes rarely. but you have to write anyway. I sit alone having a laptop on my lap jotting down words avoiding spoilers each day.

I dedicated all my energy to this single passion of mine and the result was devastating. another publisher rejected my stories?

I lost a writing contest. not caring about my studies or even exams for meeting the deadline to finish my story.

and I asked myself was it worth it?


The only valuable thing is time, nothing else matters so much  and not to the world but to me cause I spend most of my time writing that is what keeps me alive.

I’m not a great writer obviously! but I’m hoping to make my writing great by improvising.

Failing is a blessing in disguise, Shakespeare statement had taught to me of his great vision of a great men, the legend of English literature inspires me to keep on trying the day is not for away when one will get eventually he so passionately wants.

thus I have written to encourage all the struggling writers like me to not give up but keep on writing you will get published too, that’s the only way of becoming great by force, not giving up. it’s a war there a lot of better writers out there.

And you are a writer to me and to yourself simply because private victory leads to public victory.


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Happiness is in Rebellion!

Extraordinary man propels the society forward therefore it is my duty to break the law, it is the ordinary people who are obedient whatever it may be my parents, society as a whole or the country where I live or the religion my peers follow. I have no intention to go under a single yoke and spend my whole life protecting what’s not mine. 


All history is a struggle to break the old and build the new, every great hero to any prophet make new laws reform new ways of seeing the world.

There are only few people capable of doing or seeing the new things, having a new vision.


To free spirits 

Napoleon thought he is a great man who is above the law, and no doubt he was and even to shed the blood it was worth it for his sacred duty to conquer Europe

The queer expression on my face, the hardness like a heavy burden on my chest stops my breath. what is it? the resistance to conformity.

My stupefy companions oh your little miserable life, I laugh at your limited thinking, think for yourself for God’sake.

How to be happy

Hang your own will as your law. Do the Wrong when everybody is doing right. I guarantee  you will do a lot better.

challenge everything that the world find it self to be contented with.

I disobey everything I have been taught since I was a kid.

And I don’t care What you think of me because caring only makes you weak

Question everything and Worship nothing.

Straighten up your finger and screw the norms and traditions that bound our liberty and free thinking.


Breaking the old myths and creating new 

When we don’t conform to what feels obvious to other people is that we became victim of their hatred and jealousy. And for that very reason I just smoked a cigarette and exhale all the shit they are trying to put me in.

My “No” to everyone around me, sorry if I’m disappointing you but there is more to life than to be of what you want me to be.

Again quoting Thoreau,

“Old deeds for old people and new for new people.” 

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The Paper Man’s story. Why is the Library truly a heaven on earth?

                             

The eccentric young boy was walking briskly, his fragile body wavering through the unknown regions of his mind. All smoky and woody, it was the library. He ought to find a meaning. The beauty of that time and place was extraordinary. It was not the old world but a new world filled with new ideas, gathered from all the amazing writers, poets, and philosophers.

He passes through the immense shelves inhabited by the books. ‘Oh my heaven on earth’ was the first word, he uttered enthusiastically after the blink of an eye. What magic, indescribable wonders these written words have, how boring this life would be without the libraries hiding unlimited treasures for the seekers of knowledge.


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Each day he would come up with a book, offering great ideas to work on, his life was not the same anymore. He found association of writers more preferable than his friends, or family.


The aroma of which he was addicted seems to him all he cares about whenever he is having a bad day. This was the healing world, escapism to a place which has solutions for every problem in his life.

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing was more heavenly than a room filled with books, the wandering souls of the writers, his best friends and patrons. 


All human history is in written word, the best of man’s invention. He was the only one around his neighborhood who falls in love with books. His girlfriend was the pages filled with thoughts, feelings and gloomy ink. He would sometimes kisses it  and smell it whole heartily.


World can not be destroyed if we kept the possession of books containing all the progress of human race from centuries.

 

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“Associate with noblest people you can find, read the best books, live with the mighty. But learn to be happy alone. Rely upon your own energies, and so not wait for, or depend on other people.”

“Professor Thomas Davidson”.

Why we don’t need Advice from our Elders? Here is life, an experiment to a great extent untried by me.


 

“Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost. One may almost doubt about if the wisest man has learned anything of absolute value by living. Practically, the old have no very important advice to give the young. ”  Wrote Henry David Thoreau


 

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There is no other advice better than our own. 

I often heard people saying that, one must have a peer, a well experienced man. who has learned from his life and know the technicalities and practical issues one might face, so they can guide us rightly as what to with our lives?

I say, it is never too late to give up our prejudices. It is like the smoke of the cigarette I inhale and each puff releases this unfathomable empty smoke which scatters their opinions in the air because whenever they told me something not to do? I always do that and later find out I did the right thing.

Because nobody knows yourself better than your own self!


Fetch a fresh fuel to keep the fire going, the fire of life itself and only new people can do that

Follow your on unique path, if we see all the high achievers including bill gates, Steve jobs, warren buffet, Alon Musk and Writers like H.G wells, KafkaJames Joyce artists like Da Vinci and Vincent van Gogh. 

They all struggles through their life to live the truth instead of the lies that their parents or the society led them believe which kills all the creativity in them for the notion that life is all work, progress and money.

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Most people need a standard to live. I dare say raise your standards think for your self, don’t care about what the world wants? Do what you think your best at.

Even if it means to die for your passion, go all the way, go insane like Chris McCandless  while hitchhiking around the country went to Alaska to experience the life only to essential facts by simplifying it with wilderness and labor of his own hands, living life to its lowest form. On his journey he said “if you want anything in life just reach out and grab it.” 

Happiness is in rebellion trust me, don’t just listen what your parents say or what other people say or think.  Don’t resign to that, there is more to life than chasing after the ruthless career hunt.

Do what your heart says. there is whole life out there waiting for you to express yourself and get the best from it.

 

 

One must have a vision and a great ideal to follow which must be no one but your own ideal self-image as where you see yourself in next 5 years or so?

 

 

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All revolutions and progress in the world we see today was always at the mercy of young people. So discover yourself and break the old traditions.

Here is the Inspiration form the greatest artist from all time. Vincent van Gogh, a must watch the video.



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“Valentines day” is a Fallacy for me. Because I don’t want ordinary women but a mermaid and then a cupid to rip my heart open.

“My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold, There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.”


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My plans for Valentines (Absurdist one)

On Valentines day I will walk down to the river sing this song desperately with hope, expecting that a mermaid might come up, then cupid appear from the sky throw an arrow to my heart and reason behind fantasizing this is that to be frankly honest I’m not expecting any sane women falling for me these days 😀 for I’m still looking for an insane women just as I’m.

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I love this song is forcibly sung by Scrum in order to attract the mermaids. Tamara’s first appearance in the film was singing the song, while the other mermaids were coming up, shortly before she attacked Scrum and the other crewmen. from (Pirates of the Caribbean)  here must watch this little clip.



Love a fallacy, it has no real meaning. 

It is in the movies that we see such perfect couples or love that always wins, but in real life Love is a “verb” which means it demands action, it is not a mere feeling, it is a kind of responsibility to the stimuli we get from another person, we gain love by action like sacrifice, mutual understanding, patience, preservation and care.

 


How popular culture perceive it

Valentines day is described as a romantic cult for the couples to exercise with all the exultation. It has a different reality, very dark indeed on the opposite, if we see the history.

But It is really a good time for flower markets, chocolate shops and restaurants to earn great slums of money. it’s a good business.

If I remain single till the next valentine I might open up a flower shop at least this way I can use my outrageous behavior against 14 feb.

For true lovers each day is valentines day

Yes, Each day the rising sun greets lovers with increased amount love. To illustrate here is my favorite qoute from my favt. Novel.

“They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they didn’t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other ever day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

More than ritual as part our culture now: 

Originating as a Western Christian feast day honoring one or two early saints named Valentinus, Valentine’s Day is recognized as a significant cultural, religious, and commercial celebration of romance in many regions around the world, although it is not a public holiday in any country.

Introduced In Pakistan since 1990’s”

It has become part of our culture, like a ritual we love to celebrate it, emotionally filled with love and care sadly, only for the couples.

Myth behind the valentine’s day

Cupid is a roman God, and love of God like the goddess Venus. it’s a very controversial historical event. I posted this video years ago on my FB profile. one must have awareness of the Valentines’s day’s reality so i hope you will watch.

 

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“An Ideal Woman”


There was something special in her looks, inexplicable and wonderfully beautiful, I startled almost intoxicated, and unwittingly asked myself: Is this the ideal women? what power caused those sad, thoughtful eyes to shine with such glow.

A familiarity, like I have seen her before but where? asked my pitiful soul, oh! such vivacity in her face. what summoned the blood to those pale, sunken cheeks? Maybe she is from another world.

I envied this short-lived exhilaration, and I regret the momentary beauty faded so quickly , so irretrievably, that it flashed before me so deceptively and in vain I regret this because there was not time for me even to fall in love with her


All the time I was walking besides her like a damned soul, with bated breaths, and my heart beating violently while she seems not to care absorbed in her own profound soul filled with pride and prejudice for which my heart sank in a deadening melancholy and I left her in her beauty and pride like the clouds after raining left the garden full of flowers to bloom with life.

The Ideal Beauty!

I cherished her upbringing with such delicacy and love that one can say she is no more less than a princess. perhaps Not like me a wretched soul with all the inflicting sorrows. Her handsome face  reminds me of a Turkish actress I have seen in a serial long time ago.

Her eyes were mysterious, what caused those tender features of her face flared with passion? the confidence in her spasmodic figure, her legs the way she put one on other. Her lips so pinkish and soft like a strawberry one wants to chew it to the last bit. A simplicity in her gentle beauty.


The words out of her mouth are so precisely well-spoken like they are refined and filtered with a gifted perfection. Whenever she says something it has such sweetness like someone showered me with honey, I can feel it all over me the encompassing never-ending delicacy which turns every disgusting thing I have before into a wonderful piece of art.


Such an ecstasy when she looks at me, my heart flutters out of my trembling body with all that is evil in me. I feel disguised and immoral. I envy why I’m not like her. Well accomplished and such completeness. She clearly understands everything. I feel myself much lower in front of her. I even hate my own being. I wish I could be much better than I’m. she revolts my dark soul to become utterly virtues. Suddenly the whole world changes, life feels like a heavy burden as its meaning has been lost.

What a spell she put on me, I have never seen such a beautiful girl in my life. The impression of her on me is so strong I feel like a filth, a dirt and she is like a precious shoe that must not walk on such a muddy ground as I’m.

Ah! when she laughs, her sparkling laughter has such liveliness it can even bring the dead to life. Such a vitality in her. She has given me a hope that truly there is more to life. I for a moment forgot all my worries like I entered into a heaven on earth, just one desire left that is to worship her, just to look at her and reflect on the world, how little is the world in her presence, she has brought a new, a better world filled with love, compassion and hope.

I’m but an impressionist, this is my job to see the best in one’s soul. Get the best out of it and the let the damned world know what really happiness is, how these little things can make a huge difference in  life, her smile, the soft, thin cheeks and the fondness one finds in her eyes. Oh! It’s like I have lived a hundred lives and still not satisfied.

So your life is going to change girl? being a doctor is not easy as it looks like said her uncle, a stout middle-aged man, she sank at her seat timidly with her expressionless face. she is passionate and can do anything, its my daughter for god-sake do i look like giving up on her? said her mother profoundly. while she sits there in a stillest hour like some doll immovable just her presence was enough to run thousands arguments on her mighty ambitions.


Her Vain Glory! 

It was a bright sunny day in the University, she was standing outside her block blossoming like a flower, her vulnerability was like that of a child lost in wilderness. I accompany her and her glowing face brightened my heart all dark and gloomy.

she exclaimed! “I wish if I could leave this place, I miss my home look where my parents had thrown me into, Umm she paused and nodding her head. She added, into this “pind” a hell on earth. Oh! don’t say that, everything will be alright, I replied. ‘You know what I think people who study commerce has lesser brains as compared to sciences student, for what is the value of humanities subjects? I’m getting a medical degree to have a major guy in my wedlock! she said disdainfully, ha-ha-ha! I laughed at her mighty ambitions, well! that was an insult on me. I cried instantly, then she laughed and said, ‘that was not what i mean’, and we walked for hours but her words mattered really even the degrading one’s even to be insulted by her was a blessing in disguise.

I have no intentions to make any sort of acquaintance with her at any rate.  She is going to be the leading light. A flower of hope on mountain crushed with pain and despair. How my melancholy stays me awake on this cursed night.

He risked all for her, why is he so much changed without any indication from the lady herself. Who avoids him. Why she is arrogant and self-obsessed? because as the Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard wrote, “That a girl in the company of her same-sex mates destroys all womanliness in her. She is no longer in her truest natural form as she was made. But became something else.”


This girl had thrown me out of little paradise, I was happy if not the unhappiest one. books and writing, I was lost in my imaginary world. She put me out of the fantasy world into the real word. Such cruel and unforgiving world it is and sadly, it has nothing good to offer me.

I woke up thinking about her cursing myself she was on my nerves oh! my lonely heart your forever doomed.

What an Art. Just imitate her, adore her. Nothing more than that, I will get through it like all the times but this golden beauty has left a wound which can never be healed.

For she was the women of my fantasy world, and the ideal must remain ideal out of any man’s reach. 

I swear to god as soon as I had written her in words, she will be long gone from my memory into the enigma. into a black-hole. 


                   

Her  sickness unto death.

For one even fears to go to sleep not see her in dreams for that will be unbearable for such unworthy soul as mine: she must remain an ideal, yes! An Ideal woman.

For out of anyone’s reach. For superior and close to Art itself. for if Leonardo da Vinci would have been alive and he would have painted her face right away without a second thought. Cause such a jubilant glowing face had all the wonders and simple beauty to appreciate in our daily life’s.


A stalwart always unwelcomed, the alienated timid boy in whole university. The only good thing was her, his reason to be in the mass crowd was her existence. He wanted her sunlight to shine on him give a reason to live and be proud. But his dark despair reveals covered under his skin. He was an impostor. Nothing of him was real

It was another version of himself. He couldn’t recognized. Rest of the world doesn’t matter even the things which was the most important things in his life suddenly lost its meaning. Now it has a new life and a new desire just to get close to her. For he would do anything, anything and anything.

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Its only part of my creative writing. I’m just practicing, no such people exist as I mention above it’s all Imaginary. 

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Waking life! Lucid Dreamer, How I learn to dream consciously. Astronomy labelled such dreamers as #Star children’s Experiencing Deja vu is also Artistic.

It was a beautiful night, the sky was filled with glittering stars and the cold wind was blowing in great silence, I was walking calmly, taking swaying steps, breathing heavily my hands were in my pocket, shivering with cold as I met a neighbor down the street. He talked to me about something I don’t really remember but during that conversation a sudden exhilaration makes me conscious of my dreaming and I knew in my dream that I was dreaming. 

A hysterical madness rushed all over me as I looked up in the sky and I swear to God I have never seen anything more beautiful than this a surreal view of a gigantic planet it was non other than Jupiter and its four moons orbiting around, flashing lights and so vivid and clear and as more as I observed and focus it was like someone is zooming the picture for me, it was falling on me, slowly it came so close towards me. I see the crown, the ring of Jupiter its surface and the moons, the excitement and horror was so real I woke up the next second and still  felt the chaos with in my heart.


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My conscious dream a few hours ago!

Self-awareness is when you see the yourself in the dream and at the same time you are aware that it is a dream, that way you can control your dream and anything is possible and like a lost wanderer we will find our self’s among the lost isles of man never discovered before.


What is a lucid dream?

 A lucid dream is a dream during which the dreamer is aware of dreaming. During lucid dreaming, the dreamer may be able to exert some degree of control over the dream characters, narrative, and environment.

The term ‘lucid dream’ was coined by Dutch author and psychiatrist Frederik van Eeden in his 1913 article A Study of Dreams

The Greek philosopher Aristotle wrote: ‘often when one is asleep, there is something in consciousness which declares that what then presents itself is but a dream

The first step to lucid dreaming is recognizing one is dreaming. This recognition might occur in the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex, which is one of the few areas deactivated during REM sleep and where working memory occurs


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My Deja vu experience 

Some of the dreams still haunt’s me since I was a kid and this is the reason I have a keen interest in time travelling, the parallel universes and theoretical physics.

What I envision is when inside a time bubble, time solidifies into HORIZONTAL [linear] time, permitting infinities of (past, present, future) probable conditions. According to Quantum mechanics there are many versions of ourselves in another universe same as ours where we make other choices and possibility of changing the past. So Fascinating isn’t?

When outside the time bubble (non-time), I suppose you could call it VERTICAL time with infinite possible horizontal intersections of the V-axis. However, once “intent” (or focal point) catalyzes an inter-section into action, it then becomes the impetus of a new event.
Thus, parallel universes would seem as fractals, or branches off vertical time with apparent parallel HORIZONTAL time lines that may or may not be close to each other.


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When I was a kid about 6 or 7 years old, I used to imagine and sometimes also dream about the parallel universes that there is this same home, same family, and a version of myself but acting at different times. past, present and future and I’m currently in present shell, so whenever I did something wrong I would think about traveling there to change the past, to create an alternative reality.

It’s just wired I cannot help but those tormenting thoughts still piss me off and I ask to myself why the hell a kid would think of such things while not having any scientific knowledge at that time. what kind of consciousness is this?


Sometimes I avoid sleeping when I lost myself completely 

People often ask me why don’t you sleep for 8 hours? your eyes shows sleep deprivation. what they don’t know is those dreadful visions horrified me so much that I fear sometimes going to sleep I might never woke up. And if you told anyone they do say your crazy and never understand the real problem.

There is only one notion of Time that it’s constant, it is Right now and its eternity!

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If anyone can help me about these visions and dreams I will really appreciate that, the purpose of sharing this in my blog is a hope to find some help or answers regarding Lucid dreaming?

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Existential challenge! Why a young and aspiring artist caged himself for a week, setting his own soul on fire in extreme loneliness.


“For he no longer wants to live a lie, he wanted the truth and was ready to seek it by taking a swim in his deepest sorrows, but the unforgiving agony almost drowned him in the darkest despair of his own wretched soul, he siege war against the tyranny of the most terrifying fear called Loneliness. “

Excerpt from a journal!

I reckon the lost isles of being a lonesome, a long-lasting forlorn the blessings of solitude.


If you want to create something you must go into solitude, to the depth of your own soul where you have never dared to go before.

As famous Artist Vincent Van Gogh said in a letter to his brother Theo:

“Instead of giving way to despair, I took the way of active melancholy as long as I had strength for activity, or in other words, I preferred the melancholy that hopes and aspires and searches to the one that despairs, mournful and stagnant.”


I see a young man making a resolution to test his soul in the worst of times when one is entirely alone, he will spend next seven days in utter isolation to discover what it could teach him, to find some answer’s like Is it possible for a man to live alone?

An isolated Man’s Journal for self-study.


Day 1:

He first wrote the Mission Statement:

I have decided to see if I could learn to live alone, relying up on my own energies, being self-reliant, spending time with myself, having only my own thoughts to cheer me up

Then he begin to write in third person singularity following lines timidly.

He wanted to create himself again with a new identity, to create a new world according to his taste. Even to write the history and to be predestined for future, manipulating the whole course of his existence said his soul in its temporal wake.

So, the Experiment begins:

On his 2nd entry in the paragraph he wrote:

There goes my cell phone I turned it off and throw it away! how calm I was without the worry that maybe I receive some important call, or miss hanging out with friends for what is the purpose of a friend? I asked myself yet no answer came to rescue my troubling soul.

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Day 2

On being passionate in flames, he penned down the lines as:

I organize my room, starting reading books after books it was magical, discovering each new treasure, every writer was my friend while offering me their life’s finding their purpose and living the life as truthful as it should be, letting their passions to kill them.

I was now creating my own little world. I was finally doing what I love to do, not wasting a single minute on social convention or conforming to the notion that what majority thinks is wisdom. I am better off in this God forsaken lonely room haunted by the writers, philosophers, poets and Artist’s almost dead thousands of years ago.

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Day 3

On discovering his purpose of doing what he love:

Writing for straight 4 hours a day! I discover one can only think clearly when one writes, all the distraction which usually comes to mind in thinking process was gone. Finally my mind was at peace, suddenly the soul was enriched and it was harmonious.

It teaches me to work on what is important to you more often what you love doing it why to wait in desperation for the right time, just write away, here I’m writing 5000 words each night and my Novel is in progress since then.


Day 4

On Falling in love with his sufferings in cold lonely nights:

Now I was weary and to be very honest it is terrible to be alone. On the 4th day I had given up and I am seduced to be in company of a friend! for quite some time I haven’t talk to anyone out of necessity like a monk. It was becoming harder and harder to bear myself, my own soul was the sole companion and the ultimate burden……..


Day-5

On questioning authority:

Why GOD is alone? I have no idea why I wrote this, but it was an interesting inquiry, I deduce that God is supreme He doesn’t need anyone’s company, He is all that exist and will always be, than another thought strikes me down? then why do He create angels and all the living things? if he was reluctant to be alone? maybe he was bored? pardon me oh dear Lord! I said to myself laughingly


Day 6

On Imitating the full blue moon:

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The Evening brings great tidings when the full blue moon appears in the night sky, I was overwhelmingly excited so delightful that I lie down on the ground and looked straight towards the moon, its majestic light lit my face and I closed my eyes and my soul left my body suddenly I was free and flying alone in the infinite cosmos

Like stars on fire yet I have never seen a star having a friend, why would I then, as I look down to our own very earth, glowing and colorful blossoming with life, tears fell from my eyes and I asked, oh! dear EARTH did you ever feel lonely? and she whispered to my ears “For I exist for you and you for me, how can I feel lonely when I’m the only planet among others supporting life. I’m heavenly even the Sun exists for me, the whole space and time almost every thing ends up to you oh! the super human soul.”


Day 7

He titled the last paragraph as Conclusion:

I wanted to talk to someone, I finally conclude we humans are social beings I wrote 500 hundred words as why one should have friends? but still it doesn’t convince to me to call some one and out of mere desperation or due to the fear of being left alone that I should spend time with someone in utter vulnerability, I prefer self-overcoming than compromising to the false society.

The experiment proved thus, One should never compromise one’s integrity, my melancholy and loneliness never bother me as it never did for the most people if we see history, for an artist to dwell in solitude is a blessing.

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Here must read the blog about my favt. Artist Vincent van Gogh:

https://www.brainpickings.org/2014/12/01/van-gogh-purpose-letter/

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Let’s Discover “Mozart Effect” on Mozart’s Birthday! The Musical Erotic stages and Art in it’s best form to help humanity.

Every time I sit down for studying, reading or Writing I simply play Mozart’s music and the creative energies emerged out with a new inspiration.

The melody and the flow of music really take’s the breath away! Suddenly the mind is relaxed and the soul is enlightened with such a lovely enchantment like singing of birds in early morning, His music pours down into my heart like honey as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was a brilliant composer of the classical era.

He was the greatest musician and artist with the remarkable talents, his immortal music really inspires the world to this day and he often helped me while brainstorming for new ideas or even if  someone want’s to enjoy the “Tobacco” fully I suggest him to listen to Mozart and you will feel the everlasting “Mozart Effect”  which will increase the pleasure’s of smoking.

All his recordings are available on YouTube as if anyone want’s to listen.

According to the The idea that listening to classical music can increase your brainpower has become so popular that it’s been dubbed “the Mozart effect.” … In the 1990s, 36 students in a study at the University of California at Irvine listened to 10 minutes of  Mozart’s sonata before taking an IQ test.  

Then, According to Dr. Gordon Shaw, the psychologist in charge of the study test, he noticed that the students’ IQ scores went up by about 8 points. after listening to Mozart’s music.  So, “Mozart effect” was born that day.


Myth or is there any science involved behind Mozart’s music, why not give it a try? 

One might wonder Why listen to Mozart not the other pop music I say “Yes” because his music has all the healing power we need to drive away the tensions and stress of our life’s. the classics always romanticize us and sometimes changing taste of music is also good in discovering new moods.

Here listen to that sonata! the amazing “Mozart Effect”

 

Make sure next time you study you put on Mozart’s music too, For who know’s you might score double in Exam. 😛


The Legacy of Mozart

 

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He composed more than 600 works, many acknowledged as pinnacles of symphonic, concertante, chamber, operatic, and choralmusic.

He is among the most enduringly popular of classical composers, and his influence is profound on subsequent Western art music.

Ludwig van Beethoven composed his own early works in the shadow of Mozart.

Joseph Haydn wrote: “posterity will not see such a talent again in 100 years”.


And In words of Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard:

“From the moment my soul was first overwhelmed in wonder at Mozart’s music, and bowed in admiration, it has often been my cherished and rewarding pastime to reflect upon how that happy Greek view that calls the world a cosmos, because it manifests itself as an orderly whole, a tasteful and transparent adornment of the spirit that works upon and in it – upon how that happy view repeats itself in a higher order of things, in the world of ideals.

How it may be a ruling wisdom there too, mainly to be admired for joining together those things that belong with one another: Axel with Valborg, Homer, with the Trojan War, Raphael with Catholicism, Mozart with Don Juan. A wretched unbelief exists which seems to contain much healing power.”

He further wrote:


It is a piece of good fortune that what in a deeper sense is perhaps the only true musical subject was granted to Mozart.

With his Don Giovanni Mozart enters that small, immortal band of men whose names, whose works, time will not forget, for they are remembered in eternity.

He emphasize on his music in The Immediate erotic stages prolific essay in his book Either/or A fragment of life.

 

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During his final years in Vienna, he composed many of his best known symphonies, concertos, and operas, and portions of the Requiem, which was largely unfinished at the time of his early death at the age of 35.


Support and love, listen and share Michael Andrea’s the youngest pianist and Artist.

Michael Andreas is a young Pianist who’s talent is well recognized even in early age. When he first won his competition at the age of seven. Do like his page on Facebook, he even can reply you, if you want ask anything to him. I mean if your fan of Mozart or any classical musicians you might be interested to know.

Here he was alive on Facebook today on 27th January, celebrating Mozart’s Birthday playing all time favorite music of Mozart, living his legacy.

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This is just wonderful ❤

 

 

 

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I am always on Fire like the Burning Solitary Star in the sky! Discovering The dying sun with in us.

I looked at the sky! In the midst of the gloomy darkness, their flickering lights went straight into my heart and enlightened me, It was my renaissance and I see myself as one of them, yet burning with all the turmoil and the phantoms of busy life fathoms a desire in my soul to find the meaning of existence.


I was like the solitary most luminous star in flames scattered in the vastness and vacuity of space, aware of my own insignificance therein the infinite cosmos.


I recall the breaths I take are meant to be stopped, the studies will end with degree, the fear of failing was gone, the insecurity of being alone disappears, the quest to found richness and wealth, and the aging and calling of finding a good livelihood in society all was lost on its vast meaningless distance, terrifying because of the inconceivable long vistas of time and all human history was questioned in an instant with twinkling of  an eye.  


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About 4.6 billion years ago, two gigantic stars in flames, blisteringly collides with each other and one of them was our Sun. After splitting our planets formed out of its matter and revolved around it, Earth was the only part of this planetary system where life was given to us in a chaos.

 

So,  why the whole Universe up there cold and dark is hostile to life?

 

Then is this what all life amounts too? to stumble, almost by mistake into a world flourished with life.

Last night when the cold wind was bristling and making me to shiver under my coat. I went upstairs and looked at the night sky filled with glittering stars and sit besides the shining moonlit.

I have seen whole big bang in my mind’s eye, grasping the never-ending space and time.


 

That glimpse was all I needed and I howl like a wolf, which might have scared my neighbors in their slumbers.

Living life at its best for oneself, befriended with the everlasting melancholy.

 


 

There it was the milky way surrounding the earth, the vast space and our wonderful gigantic Universe among many.

 

How little we know of our universe yet we say we know everything about life. How little we value life? And satisfy our self in our comforts, the steady flow of trends, the children, marriage, all achievements suddenly starting making no sense. All that was these vast number star’s.

 

 

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How one of our stars the sun formed itself by the collision with another star billions of years ago, the splitting makes these planets and life flourishes in one and only earth, how lonely is our planet in this whole wild cosmos, yet it never felt itself lonely it enjoys the company of other planets and its loyal friend moon, the sun and stars.

 

That was when I saw myself part of it, a star on fire, the fire of life.


I will burn myself alone like the star and yield the tiniest atom in me to bombard the electron’s to blast the nucleus. because the end of our live’s are no more different from the life of star’s up there.

 

The Dying Sun within Us!


Astronomers and the physicist claims that the sun will soon die because of energy it emits in the form of heat, and this heat and light is needed to sustain life.

 

Yet what they didn’t see is we all are the dying sun’s already, Universe itself is hostile to life and when death approaches as our vital heat is lost like the Sun is losing each day and all our aspirations doomed to final frustrations. So, When the sun will be frozen all our goals and most valuable things must perish with all human race, leaving the universe as we never existed.

 

How beautiful life is if we sleep like the savages under the open sky that way, we will value life more, while Sitting in the warmth of fire and busy in our cell-phones we need to go out and reflect on the nature of which we all are part of.


As Sir James jeans, a great astronomer and writer wrote in his book

” We must probe deep into the fundamental nature of things before we can expect to find answers to our questions”. 

 

 

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Confessions of a Dangerous Mind!


“Freedom” That is an easy word to say and yet no one know’s it’s true meaning, people often call themselves free?  share with me or even at least with yourself the most dominant thought you have in your mind? 

You can’t even bear to think across it. Therefore history  proclaim’s you as a slave of your peers, can you O poor soul set your own free will as a law? 

 

Grab a hammer and kill your self and if you cannot then I dare say be a murderer of that dominant thought which evokes fear and obedience.   


I heard a barbaric cry in my soul!

 

For the sake of truth, I had devoted my life in experimenting and suffering hunger in my soul, even to climb the top mountains to tempt the tempter.

This life as we see it, promise us so much and give us very less in return, we live it as the world dictates by the people who lived centuries before us even before we were born.

Why not keep the dead to their graves and live the life with new age, a new birth by waging a war against the old traditions. We must free our-self’s from all the old myths and customs and create new ones, declaring a new vision. We should live life in our own unique way. Breaking all the shackles, we are bound to at the time of our birth.

I Consider Myself as the child of mother earth! simple, wild and free as natural as one could be


In a friend one should have one’s best enemy says “Nietzsche” 

 

Indulged myself in a fight, and by friend means a good one.

I saw the darkest corner’s of my soul unleashing the cruel, rotten beast.

How desperate our lives are, quarreling over such a vague matter on a miserable hangout, he kept my cell phone against the inhospitable coldest meal we eat together.

Dramatically, it ends up in a fight! turning us into Savages. For he growls and attacks me like a hungry wolf, ready to tear me apart!

I yelled and burst out words more dangerous than anything else, they won’t let me sleep, and are going to hunt me to eternity and I feel terrible and guilty of this huge sin that I commit in anger the most evil of all human notions.

He now apologizes to me!

Why should I pity you or myself O friend! 

 

Can you make peace with yourself by smashing the sacred word  “Friendship”.


“your not evolved my friend as human

                                                   The beast with in you showed up

                                                    how little you value life and relationship”


For I beseech you in declaring human relationships are not necessary in one’s life

there is more to life on which I like to occupy my mind.

As Thoreau wrote “I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrows of life”

Trust me I forget about you the moment I walked away from you, I have so much in life to think about, I started finding pleasure in the sufferings of breaking our friendship.

 

 

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My visionary Great Men theory. The Immorality

 

Sorry to my parents!

I’m guilty that I cannot be the dutiful son, my rebellion is even worst than the whole “Communist Manifesto”


My manifesto is that there is no good advice that the older can give to younger one’s

 

They are weary and want their experience to be the deeds of others, 

 

For life is out there un-experienced by me, Age is no better a teacher but experience is

 

I’m sailing my boat over your hope’s to reach to my destination. 

 

I like to feel evil, what you consider evil is good for me.

Certainly there I see, the passion to conquer my own soul.


As Nietzsche wrote:

“you must have chaos within you to give birth to the dancing star”

 

 

 

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The kiss of the Goddess

Her killing eyes looked at me, Ah, her deep glorifying eyes almost stopped my breath

She kissed me with her mouth filled with life And the dead poet with in me came to life.


She whisperer’s, “I’m your goddess Here, sell me your soul to be summoned.

My sorrows and pains are so great even the terrible sadness in their laughter fills me with compassion.


That was the secret, I am in love with everything this world despises, the frightening ghost for you is the leading light for me.

 


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I’m a wanderer, I have no Place or Time. I’m Just drifting on this Lonely Road of Mine. How to Discover the Meaning of our Life?


“There are many Universes up there, and in one of them is the only Universe among many planets where on earth I dwell, in a little country’s little town’s little house. An inquisitive fragile boy. So, you tell me, how can I stay calm why can’t I question what is my place in this whole World?

Oh! Still there are many isles of Man’s nature to be discovered? I’m but a wanderer, searching for the lost treasure’s hidden inside the human soul”.


For what is Life without the quest or curiosity to understanding one’s own sole purpose of existence.

What is the universe? Nothing but an illusion, we believe what others told us and never listening to what the earth, the vast galaxies with gigantic stars and flowing cosmos wants us to know?

One must avoid acquaintance which loosen’s one’s individuality in the crowd where he conform and conditioned to be what the world wants him to be not what he really wants of himself.

I wonder here and there loathing relentlessly, as is the famous saying, “Those who find themselves first lost themselves in midst of their voyage of self-discovery”.

Solitude is my best companion


ζ Where are you taking me?

The inconclusive spirit, I have my own thoughts to cheer me up

How come I have been so lucky to be in the company of best men’s

I look upon myself without any observations and yet why I see many versions of myself.

My burning desire is not to worship but to question?

Who I’m I? What is the meaning of my life?

Is it the mainstream doctrines of culture, religion or the blind obedience that the world wants me to follow up?

The sorrowful and timid,

The unhappy and the wanton.

The iconoclastic and selfish,

The lonely scoundrel and the fool.

Why I’m not contended with myself and with the providence I had been given?


Henry David Thoreau spent 3 years in woods and lived his life without any desperation, that was his way of discovering the meaning of life?

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Socrates served his life in the duty of teaching other’s about wisdom and being a philosopher, he drank poison to understand meaning of life?

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Friedrich Nietzsche proclaim himself an Übermensch, Self-overcoming and spending his life to understand the world as will to power, Zarathustra spoke to him about the meaning of life?


Soren Kierkegaard was an aesthetic, who devotes his life to pleasures of suffering and beauty in enduring pains and despair, Existentialism was the meaning of life for him?

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For Marcel Proust wrote world’s Longest Novel and discovered the meaning of life in Art?


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Life is actually an Art! How we Live, Dress, Eat, Talk, Love and Suffer. How writing is an Art as simple and natural as we are. How Keeping a journal can make us a better person.

Writing is the language of the soul, So, I write just as I get dressed, eat my breakfast or as I suffer in my melancholy and love in happiness, it is the product of my own personality. So, Living is an art just as writing is without being conscious of it. Being as natural and as straightforward as we truly are. 

If I don’t write I feel like being drowned in my constant sorrows and my soul yearns to scream for “words”.  They can do what nobody else can do they bring solace to me, I write for myself it’s like I was born to jot down the frustrations of past and save myself from the future anxieties and live cheerily in the present, I am like the “Time Traveler” who see’s the past and the future and try his best to change the present. 

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Sleepless Nights of a Dreamer and a Lover. The Importance of being an Expressionist.

For I only took pleasure in dreaming of beautiful women, one might say I’m a stalker or a desperate man but that is not the case. For I’m a dreamer and I imitate women as they are no less than Art itself, there lies in them the profound harmony that resounds in every work of Art.

Some are extraordinary wonderful, others gives hope, reflect my inner most sorrows and a few of them might warm up my loneliness in the thrilling gloomy winter nights.

 

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“For seven cold inflicted nights, I suffered the most it was the ideal stage for my romantic spirit to exercise the cult that I frequently made of my own soul,  passionate dreaming for either melancholy or exultation”.. 

A melancholic week. 

1st  night:

On a beautiful morning. The sun rises for her I said, when I woke up from a troubled sleep, the realm of her presence I witnessed in the horizon, and I asked, who was that women?

For she makes my heart flutter all night long. She walk besides me last night in the bazaar and her one look tormented me so much. Even after we part from there and I suffered for looking right into her eyes, so deep and bright like the sun it enlightens my soul and all that was dead in me came to life.

2nd night

Still I didn’t  recover from my previous encounter, here I was sitting in a park on a sunny day, Suddenly I heard a serene laugh. I turn around and see a young girl laughing, and yet she was standing so close to me but seems so far away almost out of my reach shining and glittering and in my dreams later that night. She was like the brightest star in the sky “Sirius”.

For she was the bow and I was the arrow and our passion was the aim to shoot at. And that’s how one ought to kill one’s passion, for a dreamer how mournful was the situation, one can only endure such helplessness.

3rd night

Next day I saw another pretty women and in my dream, she was like the ship and I was the roaring sea on which she floats for her beauty and pride seduces me to bow at her and be always below her knees  drowning in the sweetness of her delicacy.

4th night

It was a rainy day and I was in University among the blooming students, suddenly she came wavering through the door walking with swaying short steps, she had a delicate smile on her face.

As she talked to her friends, at each word her bright smile and the constant gleam of her white teeth appeared, allowing everyone to admire her beauty. She was the Helen of Troy  for me and in my dreams. I wage wars for her and killed millions. She was the driving force of my little scribbling heart.

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5th night

She came out of nowhere first I thought she was the “Alice from wonderland”, it occurs to me due to her simple looks and her kind words, like she belongs to another world, she spoke a different language and the spirit in her was undeniably childish. she was overwhelmingly cheering and sweet for her voice was singing songs around my ears all night long.

6th night

I saw a photo on Instagram while scrolling down the news feed, It was a portrait of a Kurdish women I scarcely know, her eyes were so strange, her cheek bones so soft and smooth, a proud face but still her eyes tells me that she has suffered terribly and even died from the sorrows and it excites me.

And In my dream she was Re-born like the birth of Venus, for she seems to me the goddess of love even in suffering’s and I wanted to worship her.

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7th night

For I was weary and excessively in pain, trembling with fear that another women might come in my dreams to torture me, I wouldn’t dare to sleep now. These dreams will kill me so I stayed up all the night.

I went up to my desk hastily to write and as the words begin to flow out my head on the dull screen, the stream of consciousness flows irrevocably and I wrote down each and every detail of every sleepless night I suffered and in a few minutes it was finished. which I came to realize, when I titled it as an “Ideal Women”.

Ah, To hell with me, what did I create all of a sudden, this was the ideal one. The women of my dreams and surely she will hunt me to eternity in my sleeps.. for she is the ideal and cannot be attained, I’m forever doomed and this is how one let’s one’s own passion to be executed miserably.

 

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I believe in true expression of one’s self and I support and love the movement started in early 20th century by some Artist’s called the “Expressionism”. As human being’s we exist and have every right and must always express our inner most desire without any fear or prejudice.  

 

 

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thankyou for the read and do forgive me for the Ecstasy I was in while writing these lines.

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Who could be an Artist? Are Writer’s also Artists! The present day concept of an ‘Artist’

An Artist is a person who expresses himself through some medium of art and for me it is “Writing”. Just as a painter can draw an impressive image using pen and paper.

Writer like me, draws images out of mere imagination, and each person that reads the piece that writer wrote can see that image loud and clear. Writer’s define our vision and help us to see the world in new ways. As Oscar Wilde’s famous quote is, “Life imitates art far more than art imitates life”

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What does the word “Artist” means?

The word art derives from the Latin “ars” (stem art-), which, although literally defined, means “skill method” or “technique”, and conveys a connotation of beauty. The word is also used in a qualitative sense of, a person creative in, innovative in, or adept at, an artistic practice.

So, how can we define an Artist? Who is this magical being? If we see it in a dictionary or any mainstream source of information, you could be disappointed like I am now.

Anyways, According to Oxford dictionary, an artist could be a painter, singer, dancer, or actor.

When I Googled it. “Who is an artist?” The first definition was something like this:

“A person who produces works in any of the arts that are primarily subject to aesthetic criteria. a person who practices one of the fine arts, especially a painter or sculptor. a person who works in one of the performing arts, as an actor, musician, or singer; a public performer: a mime artist; an artist of the dance”.

“A person who is skilled at drawing or painting,” as well as, “a skilled performer.” According to Webster well! It offends me a lot because we the writers were out of luck.

I’m really curious to know what comes to your head when you hear the word artist? As far as I’m concerned writers could be considered artists as well. I mean why not?

Many people seem to believe that art is just drawing, painting, sculpting or the like. However, they fail to notice that art does not have to be in the form of pictures.

For the most of the people, it’s usually Leonardo the Vinci or Vincent van Gogh or even maybe Picasso holding a brush in his hand and painting something or When we see a singer playing his guitar like we see James blunt, Eddie vedder or Bob Dylan, singers like Adele and Katy Perry and rapers like Eminem.

 

So, what about James Joyce, Earnest Hemingway, Mark twain, Stephen king, D.H Lawrence, Virginia Woolf, J.K Rowling, Franz Kafka, Harper Lee and Oscar Wilde. If people considers Shakespeare an Artist then we cannot neglect Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, and Charles Dickens etc.

 

As I Explore more on this topic, I found amazing blogs and some comments that support the idea that writers are also artists. The so called orthodox definition of an artist is long gone.

It is the time, we consider these people sitting with their typewriters as Artist’s.

 

A writers puts pictures in your mind. Anyone who has read a book can tell you that they have been taken to another world just by reading letters on a paper. People everyday say that “a reader lives a thousand lives”. How is that? A writer thought of situations and stories, fictional or nonfictional, and decided to put them in a book for people to read and enjoy.

The present day concept of an ‘artist’

Most often, the term describes those who create within a context of the fine arts or ‘high culture’, activities such as drawing, painting, sculpture, acting, dancing, writing, film making, new media, photography, and music—people who use imagination, talent, or skill to create works that may be judged to have an aesthetic value.

Art historians and critics define artists as those who produce art within a recognized or recognizable discipline.

Artist is a descriptive term applied to a person who engages in an activity deemed to be an art. An artist also may be defined unofficially as “a person who expresses him- or herself through a medium”.

Those individuals who uses their creative energies to use for some higher purpose, create something out of nothing. Using all the emotions and their innovative ideas.

Expressionism:

Expressionism was developed as an avant-garde style before the First World War. The style extended to a wide range of the arts, including expressionist architecture, painting, literature, theater, dance, film and music.

Expressionist artists sought to express the meaning of emotional experience rather than physical reality

Important precursors of Expressionism were: the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, especially his philosophical novel Thus Spoke Zarathustra the later plays of the Swedish dramatist August Strindberg and many more.

Fictions writers as Artists

A work of fiction is an act of creative imagination, so its total faithfulness to the real-world is not typically assumed by its audience. It excites the reader and vicariously to many places across the continents. it has all the manifestations of Art, As Art is mere Imitation of life, nobody can capture the emotions of life and its event better than a writer then why not call those fiction writers as Artist too.

 

 

Traditionally, fiction includes novels, short stories, fables, legends, myths, fairy tales, epic and narrative poetry, plays (including operas, musicals, dramas, puppet plays, and various kinds of theatrical dances).

However, Art may also encompass comic books, and many animated cartoons, stop motions, anime, manga, films, video games, radio programs, television programs (comedies and dramas), etc.

Internet Revolutionized the term “Art”

I have heard people say. There are no more Artist’s in this world just like the philosophers, they have no future and it has lost it’s significant value. They cannot earn much money, Nobody wants to be an Artist nowadays.

 

Well! I disagree with them cause the Internet is also used for the development of blog fiction, where a story is delivered through a blog either as flash fiction or serial blog, and collaborative fiction, where a story is written sequentially by different authors, or the entire text can be revised by anyone using a wiki.

The combination of inexpensive home computers, the Internet and the creativity of its users has also led to new forms of Art, such as interactive computer games or computer-generated comics.

Role Of Art In Society:

Art in all its forms, is the universal language. It is the great equalizer and thinking agent. Art reaches across borders and connects the world. Great Art stirs the imagination, causing us to pause, think and reflect.  Art allows our minds to escape into childlike wonder. Paintings are windows to the imagination.

As Karl Marx’s few words Revolutionized the world if we study history.

I don’t quite remember exactly what was the word but I read somewhere that “WW1” started just from the influence of a single word.

Importance of the written word can be describes by seeing all the sacred scriptures which are millions of years old, but still refresh our emotions and form the strongest bondage in humans for love and hate too, all religions are example of it which are purely on the term of artistic merits. and is an Art in itself.

 

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My Immortal Sin! The First Great Sin of Mankind still pursue’s me in my Dreams.

The monstrous whisperer came towards me by night through the winding darkness of sleep, his treacherous face transfigured by lecherous cunning, his eyes red with humiliating sense of transgression looked at me with a brutish joy  and said mockingly “Oh! my lovely young fellow for you have sinned again, for you complete me”, his doleful shades and deceitful whisper’s filled me with wickedness and suddenly he Laughed, ha ha ha! “You O sinner” Cried “Satan” and I are like the Sun and the Moon, for I gave you the light from the invisible darkness in which God has put you in”.

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“Welcome to the devil’s party, you little devil” he paused with a baleful eyes still staring at me with pride and the sweetness of the sin summon my physical being, my blood was revolting. So, I disobey my conscience and I sinned again unwittingly, giving him my consent and he tricked me like he tricked Eve in his energized jealousy and vengeance still anew.

 

I was numbed and my mournful eyes looked around the surroundings, his eyes were to verify, threatening and menacing for Adam and Eve which he depicted in me by his inflexible arrogance and definite abhorrence still alive.

 

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And guilty of my crime with outrageous hate, I thrust into my soul in the gloomy hours of cold, sinful night. With a profound air of disguise and suffering torture without end. I finally Confess disdainfully:

“My reign of sorrows are inevitable and I’m forever cursed for this immortal sin, which I have not committed but my forefathers fathers.

In the Garden of Eden, This Lust that the serpent whisper in their minds was the only sweet sin ever committed.

What If the Man had never fallen, all these sufferings and miseries of life would cast off forever.

How lovely that would be, If I was never born. As I was never asked before getting into this cruel world? Why would I answer while leaving it? because of the Sin I haven’t commit . Ah, How happy I would have been then if I was never born at all.

 

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My sufferings are part of that immortality that I still break the moral code and dwell under my own bad conscience where I’m unable to differentiate between right and wrong.

My senses are deranged and forever under the spell of the serpent Oh! the dark lord, the fallen angel that once used to be God’s favorite, now he has became my favorite that I Listen to his whispers more intensely even more than Adam and Eve.

My anxiety is murdering me, keeping awake in middle of the night, I sinned again and  again and I’m fallen even below the earth’s darkest corners of despair.

Oh! Where is my Messiah, my Savoir!

I’m surely in the devils party,

who is going to redeem my poor wretched soul?

 

Oh! Noor-e-Muhammad, I need you the most in these great infliction’s completely waste and wild”. For whom this world was made, Oh! God”s favorite Messenger and my beloved prophet I asked for your blessings. In the name of God. ‘Save my poor soul’.

 

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Stay blessed everyone

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Transcendentalism! My Romance with Nature, How I became an Aesthetic Voyager.

I always have a deep fascination for the Wild! Being alone in the woods, free to live as the first human being might have lived. To live simply and without any luxury, to understand true nature of myself and to see the Imperfections of this civilized life. Yet I never had fallen so hard for its romantic love of nature. As I do now after reading “Henry David Thoreau’s” Walden or life in the woods”.

His writings Inspire me and help me to discover the true value of native feelings. For I must say I had a dying wish which is to die alone in wild and decompose myself as with other beings. It might seem insane to my readers but I have these plans for myself when I will retire from society, old and free to go anywhere and die like a man freely, instead of waiting for other’s sympathies which never really help’s but make us more miserable and the stupid dying rituals we all have.

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What is Transcendentalism?

Transcendentalism is a philosophical movement that developed in the late 1820s and 1830s in the eastern United States.  It arose as a reaction to or protest against the general state of intellectualism and spirituality at the time.

How simple and pure beauty is defined in this philosophical school of thought. How we see the materialistic concept of world. The success we long for in the work or study non of it make any sense. They were the romantics of different kinds, whose love is nature and its truthfulness. It clearly shows, how our community has made us such social beings that we no longer spend time alone. We cannot even bear a moment with our self’s and our own thoughts frightened us.

So, as Thoreau put it “Society is too cheap, we meet at every short Intervals”.

As man of you might know about “Eddie Vedder”. Who is a great singer, this song is so self-rewarding and harmonius I do like it to share with you to listen and believe in your abilities, learn to rely on your own-selfs for a fullfilled life.

These amazing thinkers believe that society and its institutions have corrupted the purity of the individual, and they have faith that people are at their best when truly “self-reliant” and independent.

Henry David Thoreau’s writing taught me about the self-reliance:

When I first read Thoreau, I was overwhelmingly impressed and at the same time I was obnoxious that how can a man live alone in the woods for three years and three months. His words are so beautifully penned, one is lost in the wonderful lonely life of a great genius. It shows the human capacity to do anything. while we all conform to the society and its demands, we risk our own individuality.

Every one has a different “DNA” that is what science says, so it means every person is different. I have an elder brother whose interests and likes are totally opposite of my own. Anybody who has siblings can feel that, why should we follow others way of life, why not discover our own.

 

Transcendentalists are strong believers in the power of the individual. It focuses primarily on personal freedom. Their beliefs are closely linked with those of the Romantics, but differ by an attempt to embrace or, at least, to not oppose the empiricism of science.

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Individualism:

Since the Industrial revolution and now in the era of technological advancements. These people remind us of humanity. And of our own well-being. When we try our best to became work-oriented and money hungry. Life must be lived freely and wholly. We live in the comfort zone of our own houses and cities where the noise of traffic and whole spectrum of society make us feel terrible or wanton. We do build parks and gardens but they are man made. The natural forests and its wilderness has its own significant value, as it was there in it’s purest form millions of years ago.

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Transcendentalists believe that society and its institutions—particularly organized religion and political parties—corrupt the purity of the individual. They have faith that people are at their best when truly “self-reliant” and independent. It is only from such real individuals that true community can form.

Man was never born to dwell in a single place for his life time. My message is to travel and discover the world for how beautiful it is. Adventure give us the spirits we all need for better health and to lose the restlessness and the endless swarm of anxiety  and pain while living in the community we all share.

Traveling teach us a lot. It broaden the horizons of our mind. getting inside the novelty of danger, out of the comfort zone, realizing our own fear’s and living as our ancestors did It before. These philosophers taught us to look at life as not to just survive and meet one’s living by working but also to go back to the ancient life style and wander around the globe like the “Nomadic’s”.

 

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Literature a forgotten medicine that we all need to know that we are humans after-all. Lets discover the lost Treasure’s of life.

 Oh! I’m a Dreamer. I create my own reality, I have my own world to dwell where I’m the redeemer form all the sorrows, infliction’s and dismay of my miserable daily life. All I need is a book in my hand and I don’t really care what happens to the rest of the world. That is my escape from reality  to the world of imagination.

Literature is one of the fine Arts, like Music, Dance, Painting , Sculpture, as it meant to give aesthetic symbolism, a mere imitation of life as we perceive it. Instead of any other purpose. Consisting of books to be considered as literature which gave us not only aesthetic meaning but also general intellectual experience.

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Importance of Literature in our Life:

Expression is the fundamental thing in Literature, Language is the main source of communication as we all know but writers uses the language in such a sense that distinguishes a literary artist from his fellows. Society influences literature in many ways.

The basic theme is expression of beauty. Although there are two types of Literature one is Applied literature which mainly deals with Non-Fiction and other one the pure Literature.

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Literature, in its broadest sense, is any single body of written works. More restrictively, literature is writing considered to be an art form, or any single writing deemed to have artistic or intellectual value, often due to deploying language in ways that differ from ordinary usage.

Its Latin root literatura/litteratura  was used to refer to all written accounts, though contemporary definitions.

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Books, Novels, poetry, dramas whether classical or modern have its own significant importance in any literate society. It gives such richness to the culture and its people who are the treasures not only for their own generation but also a blessing to the rest of the world. How remarkable it is to find out that the writers, who died thousands of years ago, and here we are living their life’s, feeling their emotions, it’s all magical.

How literature changed my life:

Books that I love to read and have read with great enthusiasm. It help’s me to discover myself. It broaden the horizons of my mind. The writers are the best source of getting to know the culture, value and norms of a country. I have traveled vicariously to many places to “pairs” while reading classics such as “Marcel Proust” “In search of lost time” and “candid” and other stories by “Voltaire”.  “Tolstoy” for representing Russia and from “shakespear” to “Dickens” for England. and many other classical and modern writers and poets really made my day.

Whenever I’m suffering from life’s wretchedness. I do read and it helps me to yield, give me patience that there is more to life and this will move on. Seeing the characters in a story moulding and changing really do a kind of therapy, I do suggest a sick man to read books this way, he can recover more rapidly and will value life more than ever.

Writers are the people who try to make a difference

Many writers spend their whole life time trying to find the meaning of life and share their life experiences to other people, even to strangers and such philanthropy is needed for us to understand the humanity more deeply. They try to bring humanity first when the whole world is misanthropic and they stand against hate speech, gave the man his birth right to say whatever he wants to say.

Promoter of Freedom of speech and expression:

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Like this famous saying of French writer “Voltaire”. Writers always fought for freedom of speech and expression, they support individualism and tell us how it can help us to understand and appreciate each other, rhetoric and blasphemy claims were always put on almost every artist.

What is Literature For?

“The School of life” is a YouTube channel I highly recommend to subscribe and watch their videos they are trying to make the world a better place.

Here is the link: Must watch this Video

Reading benefits

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Here is the list of some of the advantages of readings:

  • Boost creativity and Imagination
  • Improve focus and clarify the thinking process
  • Memory Improvement
  • Vocabulary Expansion
  • Innovative Ideas
  • Stress Reduction
  • Stronger Analytical Thinking Skills
  • Better Writing Skills
  • Paradigm shift
  • Openness to new experiences
  • More knowledge means more power
  • Makes you Interdependent
  • Emotional intelligence

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Happy readings to you 🙂