kurt vonnegut (1922-2007)

April 26, 2007

Kurt Vonnegut used to be on my list of people I really wanted to hang out with before I die. I sadly scratched him off two weeks ago when I found out that he passed away in his home in Manhattan, New York after suffering from a severe head injury several weeks before. He was 84.

This post is long overdue, being that he died on the 11th of April. But in memory of him, I have chosen and pasted some quotes attributed to him. Rest in Peace Kurt.

“People don’t come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.”

“A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”
-from Sirens of Titan

“Take Care of the People, and God Almighty Will Take Care of Himself.”
-from Sirens of Titan

“There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too.”
-from Mother Night

“Many people need desperately to receive this message: ‘I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.’”
-from Timequake

“What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.”

“I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.”

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“New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.”
-from Breakfast of Champions

“Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.”


business adage

April 23, 2007

Today my boss told me this. Apparently, it sums me up. And we are both alright with that.

“Better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission”

-original source unknown


haiku: my feelings on the virginia tech massacre

April 19, 2007

compassion came late

tears have arrived. pray next time;

pre-emptive love strike

-naveed ahmad 2007


nikki giovanni’s convocation address

April 18, 2007

Nikki Giovanni, one of my favorite contemporary poets is also a professor of writing and literature at Virginia Tech. The transcript of her convocation address following the school’s tragic massacre can be found here.

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humayun and farideh

April 16, 2007

Humayun found himself in a vast yet lusciously rich garden. Every blade of grass, every flower reflected the vibrant spectrum in the brightness of the day. The air was filled with sounds of laughing children running back and forth flying their kites in the swift breeze. But in the midst of such glorious color and vivacity, he was immediately drawn to a dark, shadowy figure sitting on a bench at the far end of the garden. His curiosity guided him with every step he took towards this unusual void. A woman, no, a young woman. Where are her hands? Buried in her lap. Why, she has the elegant posture of a princess, but her skin tone and facial expression suggests not of royal blood. She looked strangely familiar…what beauty! Can beauty like this be replicated? No, of course not! It was the same girl he saw in the fruit market earlier that day! The dark void suddenly filled with light.

He overcame his shyness with a smile, “I have seen you before.”
She looked up. “Have you?”
“A charming face always remains etched in memory.”
She studied him from head to toe. “Then I must have forgotten ever meeting you.”

But she smiled; an invitation to join her company. There was room on the bench for one more, but he chose to kneel in front of her on a patch of grass. They exchanged looks and smiles throughout what seemed like hours of conversation.

“What is your name?”
“Farideh.”
“You are of age, but are unmarried. Is that true?”
She nodded.
“Then what do you look for in your future mate?”

She turned her gaze to the ground and drew her veil over her hair in shyness to the question. She submerged herself in deep thought then lifted her head, her eyelids unraveling synchronously. It was like soft velvet cloth sliding off of crystal balls. He saw himself in her pupils. Her full, warm smile recoiled and her lips pressed tightly together. Surely, he thought, that held back behind her vaulted mouth contains such a great secret.

Breath made its escape. “Someone who has overcome ‘takleef‘.”
Takleef? The prince did not even know the meaning of the word.

She drew her hands from her lap and proceeded to caress his face. They felt rough against his pampered skin. He had never known the touch of blisters or calluses. In his whole upbringing he had only felt the softness of delicate hands; his mother the queen and the women in his father’s court. Although very uncomfortable, for some reason he remained glued in the cusps of her hands. They feel so different, he thought, so mysterious. Mysterious. What is takleef?

Humayun awoke suddenly from his slumber in a sea of satin bedsheets. He was back in the luxurious decor of his chamber room. The fields of green were replaced with finely woven rugs and the voices of children diluted into the still of the night. He had even forgotten the sweet smell of the flowers. Only one sensation remained; the unusual touch of her palms tingling on his face. He lay back down in the softness of his mattress and sheets staring at the ceiling. How he missed the touch of roughness on his skin.

-naveed ahmad 2007


a muslim is….[boats and balance]

April 11, 2007

To make some extra money, Nasrudin would ferry people across a particularly dangerous river. One day a famous scholar came to him for help across. Nasrudin agreed.
Halfway across, Nasrudin said, “I ain’t never done seen this rough river too much unnavigatable!”
The scholar, shuddering at such an ungrammatical remark asked, “Goodness man, have you never studied grammar?”
“No.”
“For shame. Then half of your life has been wasted.”
They continued through the rough water. A few minutes later Nasrudin turned to the passenger. “Have you ever learned how to swim?”
“No. Why?”
“Then all of your life is wasted —-we’re sinking!”

All knowledge is not learned in books,

Pay attention to balance. Strengthen your mind, body, and soul collectively. Blessed is the one who is grateful and makes the most of all the faculties bestowed upon him/her by the Creator,

That person is a Muslim.

-i paraphrased this very famous story, i think its from The Sufis by Idris Shah


improv theatre: life lessons

April 9, 2007

There are a couple of things that come to mind when we hear of improv theatre. We obviously think of unscripted acting. Sometimes we think of people being totally goofy. We also unfortunately think of the TV show “Who’s Line is it anyway?”

Upon the recommendation of a friend, I joined an improv class back in November of 2006 and the following is what I took back. It might sound like a self-help audio tape, but please, bear with me, there is a point to this.

1. Improv is about creating a meaningful scene out of nothing. To do so takes positive energy and initiative. Such is life?

When you think about it, our lives are one big improv act. Not movies. There are no scripts, no rehearsals, no retakes, no editing. Just jump in and go. It just happens to be that when we are put in a position to intentionally create something out of nothing, our minds go blank. So how do you create a scene? From Wikipedia:

In order for an improvised scene to be successful, the actors involved must work together responsively to define the parameters and action of the scene, in a process of co-creation. With each spoken word or action in the scene, an actor makes an offer, meaning that he or she defines some element of the reality of the scene. This might include giving another character a name, identifying a relationship, location, or using mime to define the physical environment. These activities are also known as endowment. It is the responsibility of the other actors to accept the offers that their fellow performers make; to not do so is known as blocking, which usually prevents the scene from developing. Some performers may deliberately block (or otherwise break out of character) for comedic effect — this is known as gagging — but this generally prevents the scene from advancing and is frowned upon by many improvisers. Accepting an offer is usually accompanied by adding a new offer, often building on the earlier one; this is a process improvisers refer to as “Yes, And…” and is considered the cornerstone of improvisational technique. (improvisational theatre)

Lets say you are having a get-together at your house. Don’t you want to plan a party with people who will positively contribute to its success? “Yes and I will be in charge of the decorations. Yes and I will order the pizzas. Yes and I will be the DJ!” Thats how you throw a party. Not with negative energy folks who nit-pick at everything that could go possibly go awry. So it is important to be responsive and open to suggestions. Give your partner something to work with.

2. There is a strong emphasis to not only make your teammates look good, but better than you. Be humble and supportive.

A common misconception of improv acting is that you have to be naturally funny to participate. Not true. Its not about showing-off that you are funnier than your teammates, but that you are the most cooperative and accommodating to creating a scene. As a result, improv really conditions the mind to be natural and to be yourself. Its better to be obvious with your statements just like you would in a regular conversation. Giving your partner something to work with builds layer upon layer for a complete scene. Consider the two scenarios:

Mother: “Did you finish up all of your homework Milton?”
Son: fidgeting, eyes looking around nervously “Sure did mom.”
Mother: “Hmmm. Milton I got a call from your teacher Ms. Swansberg this afternoon and she said that you haven’t been in school for the past three days. Can you explain yourself young man?”

versus

Mother: “Did you finish up all of your homework Milton?”
Son: “Homework? There’s no time for homework! THERES AN ARMY OF MUTANT ZOMBIE PLATYPUS INVADING US FROM OUTER SPACE! RUN! RUN FOR YOU LIVES AHHHHHHHH!”

You could continue the scene, but its less obvious where to take it. No scene can be created by one character trying to be the stand-out actor/actress, so it is important that partners listen to each other, pay attention to body language, tone of voice, and be sensitive to emotional response. Just like you would work out problems with people in real life, all the above are important skills to do so. It is also a huge test of humility and self-restraint to not steal the show away from your teammates even if one thinks that his/her teammates are awful. (I’m speaking generally) You have to work together and take credit collectively.

3. It is so much fun! Balance is important.

Unraveling the mind and escaping from the norm of everyday life and being around people who want to just let loose and be totally nuts is very refreshing. I didn’t realize how rigid my mind had become until I took the class. The day-to-day drudgery of working life can become routine quickly, and that routine becomes a whirlpool really quickly if there is no break in the current. Just like any muscle in the human body, the mind has to be challenged and sharped regularly. Improv is a great exercise to stretch that creative muscle!

One of the last scenes I did in the class was with myself and two other people playing the role of 18th century Victorian women having tea. (I didn’t know this before but apparently I can be a very convincing 18th century Victorian woman.)

Partner 1: “Oh Gertrude! I am so exhausted after all the croquet!”
Me: “As am I! Goodness! So Jane, did you enjoy the croquet this afternoon?”
Partner 2: “Uhhh yes the croquet was delicious when you dunk it in the tea!”
Me and Partner 1 start laughing. Like 18th century Victorian women of course; we had to stay in character. Wrist slaps and everything.
Me: without thinking “Oh Jane dear, you are a riot! Its no wonder you are popular with the boys at the polo club. Yes, in fact the croquet WAS delicious! snickering to Partner 1 Although I prefer mine with a lemon squeeze.”
Partner 1: “Jane, some kidney pie? Poor thing, you’re so thin! Doesn’t Gertrude feed you?”
Me: “Perhaps she would like some more….croquet!” More laughing but now converted into a pompous and arrogant giggle

So instead of pointing out that Partner 2 made a mistake, I just went along with it, and we begin to see something new about the personality of characters Partner 1 and myself; that they are arrogant jerks. And Partner 2 might be an innocent, charming, Cinderella-eqsue girl. We had to be sensitive to what was going on to build on the scene further in order to pull it off. Then it looks like we were all in on the blunder (that croquet is not crumpets although it is amongst the Dutch) on purpose! So we all looked good. Nothing in the scene was historically accurate, (Croquet did not come until the 20th century) but we committed to it and stuck with it. Was definitely more fun this way.

I know this probably sounded like a very convincing advertisement to go join an improv class. Join one if you like, I just think that a lot of times we participate in activities and we only pay attention to the activity itself rather than their benefits for us. I could have said, “Yeah I took an improv class and I learned the following acting techniques.” I personally have no aspirations of becoming an actor, so naturally I went deeper to only discover what value I could extract from it. Indeed there is truth to be found in the most obscure places.


the sun never says

April 8, 2007

Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth
“You owe me”
Look what happens
with a love like that
It lights the whole sky

-hafez


a muslim is….[student]

April 6, 2007

A very wise teacher had a class of ten students. His students were all very intelligent, but there was one student whom he loved the most. This student happened to be an orphan. All the other students felt upset because they knew that the teacher loved this one student more than any of them so they complained to their parents. The parents of the students then came back to the teacher and asked him, “Why don’t you love our children as much as you love him? It’s not fair that you give him more love and attention than our children.” The teacher replied, “Come back tomorrow and I will tell you why I love him the most.”

So the next day, all ten students were in the class; nine of them with their parents. The teacher had brought ten chickens in ten cages; one for each student. “I will give each of you a chicken,” he said. “Your goal is to hide the chicken where no one can possibly see it or find it. Whoever does the best job will be my best student.” So the students ran over the village to find a good place to hide their chicken. And they came back one by one. The teacher asked one student, “Where did you hide your chicken?” The student replied, “Oh you would be so proud of me, I wrapped the chicken is cloth and hid it underneath my bed!” Another student replied “I put the chicken in a basket and then in a box under a stack of books!”

Nine of the students hid their chickens, but the one student still had the chicken in his hand. All of the students laughed at him, “You lose! You lose! We win! We win!” And the teacher asked him, “Ibn Khaldoun, why are you still holding the chicken in your hand? All of the other students hid their chickens.” The orphan replied, “No matter where I thought to go, Allah would always know where the chicken was. I’m sorry teacher but I could not find a suitable place where I could hide the chicken and He could not see it.” He quietly returned the chicken to his teacher. The teacher smiled. “This is why I love this student the most.”

God is everywhere, from the throne of the heavenly bodies to the blood in our eyes,

I am the first to admit that I am so far from where I want to be spiritually, but imagine the glowing behavior and positive attitude of a person who lives with God at their side,

That person is a Muslim.

-appears in Tadhkirat al-Auliya’ (Memorial of the Saints)


journey

April 3, 2007

by the touch of life’s liquid
my own words always get twisted
so i memorized the words he dropped
and then flipped it

with the judge
i’ve been trying to get acquainted
’cause my whole record’s tainted
scared waitin
for the day of my arraignment

and maybe
for my own safety
i should make a visit
clean up before i did it

make a good impression
in spite of my life
being a hard lesson
its never been easy to be
on my knees
for repentance

my only other option
is to serve out my sentence
the devil hissed excuses
the trips to beyond are useless

but the travelers who came back
they knew this
so they spread the word
of the mercy and the love
that the judge profuses

so ill take up the offer
after all
i may never live to see tomorrow
stand tall,

as i walk the plank
the plunge is the journey
cooled by the depth
baptized to burn free

from this world

i escaped to descent
i was nothing
but a speck of dirt
and a heartless wreck

in this world

fall, collapse, and break down
my heart has been sleeping
is it awake now?

in this world

from the lowest trench
to the highest peaks

tears fall down straight
instead of roll down cheeks

in this world

the judge and i spoke freely
i would leave in a minute
but i’ve drowned in mercy
i stopped swimming in it
the longer i stay
the all-knowing witness listens
soaks up my pain
beginning of a confession finished

in this world

my mind body soul refreshed
so whats next?
return to the surface and take on
what ever life is left!!

-naveed ahmad 2007