Human being, a stupid selfish creature with inflated ego, who tried to control the wicked characteristics by any kind of means such as religion and spiritual sects for ages, is now trying to interpret the desirable unlimited freedom with ego leakages like human right.
It is really interesting to realize the most modern and improved societies are suffering from lack of control on wicked instructs under freedom umbrella.
Humans can interpret everything from their own perspective and since the power is one of those most desirable human instincts, by accompanying the power with freedom, people can seek any kind of ambition under the name of human right or any other flaunt and fake mottos.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
life is both complicated and simple
Do you remember
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I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible
And how it can actually ache in places that you didn’t know you had inside you
And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your friends
You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood
And how in the hell, for that brief moment, you could think that you were that happy
And sometimes you can even convince yourself that she’ll see the light and show up at your door
And after all that you feel worthwhile again, and little pieces of your soul will finally come back
And that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade
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Yeah, this is life, which sometimes, just sometime looks very very ugly but most of the times is beautiful, because you see it BEAUTIFUL
Some parts of above text is just borrowed from one the dialogs in the movie of “The Holiday”, don’t know why, but gave me an idea to write it down here
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I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible
And how it can actually ache in places that you didn’t know you had inside you
And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your friends
You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood
And how in the hell, for that brief moment, you could think that you were that happy
And sometimes you can even convince yourself that she’ll see the light and show up at your door
And after all that you feel worthwhile again, and little pieces of your soul will finally come back
And that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade
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Yeah, this is life, which sometimes, just sometime looks very very ugly but most of the times is beautiful, because you see it BEAUTIFUL
Some parts of above text is just borrowed from one the dialogs in the movie of “The Holiday”, don’t know why, but gave me an idea to write it down here
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Lines
It is all about the lines
having them and respecting them
having them and respecting them
Boundaries don’t keep other people out
they just keep you in
Life is messy, that’s how we
are made. So you can waste
your life drawing lines, or you
can live your life crossing them
are made. So you can waste
your life drawing lines, or you
can live your life crossing them
However there are some lines that
are way too dangerous to cross
Here is what I know, if you willing to
take the chance rather than being on
the other side
well it is all up to you
are way too dangerous to cross
Here is what I know, if you willing to
take the chance rather than being on
the other side
well it is all up to you
I think life is all about taking those chances
And it is spectacular
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Cherry Blossom
بعد از ظهر يه روز عجيب و طولانی اومدی؛ خيلی اتفاقی مثل يه بارون کوتاه بهاری، با خنده هايي به زيباييه شکوفه های صورتی
گيلاس
حرف از محبت زدی، دوستی و وفا.... عشق
نمی دونم چرا اصرار داريم تا به همه دروغ بگيم و سعی کنيم تا به هر نحو و قيمتی که ممکن هست خودمون و کار هامون را صد در صد درست و خوب نشان بدهيم.
انگار نه انگار که تعريف هات با تعريف های من فرق داشت، هرچند که من نمی دونستم و تو هم نمی خواستی که بدونم. جوری برخورد می کردی که انگار همه چیز قشنگه و قراره که قشنگ بمونه، انگار نه انگار که اوون بادمجون زيره چشمت رو همين دسته راستته که کاشته و چشمه چپت همين الان داره با چشمه راستت بگو مگو می کنه..... انگاری من کورم ..... و من چه معصومانه باور کرده بودم که صداقت ........ به همين سادگيه
يکی توی ياد داشت های شخصی اش توی Yahoo 360 نوشته:
"ای دوست من...من آن نیستم که مینمایم. نمود پیراهنی است که بر تن دارم. پیراهنی بافته ز جان که مرا از پرسش های تو و تو را از فراموشی من در امان میدارد
آن ((منی )) که در من است ای دوست در خانه ی خاموشی ساکن است و تا ابد همان جا میماند... ناشناس و در نیافتنی
من نمیخواهم هر چه میگویم باور کنی و هر چه میکنم بپذیری ... زیرا سخنان من چیزی جز صدای اندیشه های تو و کار های من چیزی جز عمل به آرزو های تو نیستند
هنگامی که تو میگویی باد به مشرق میوزد من میگویم: ((آری به مشرق میوزد)) زیرا من نمیخواهم تو بدانی اندیشه ی من در بند باد نیست... در بند دریاست و تو نمیتوانی اندیشه های دریاییه مرا در یابی .... و من هم نمیخواهم که دریابی ... میخواهم در دریا تنها باشم
دوست من وقتی نزد تو روز است نزد من شب است؛ با این همه من از رقص روشنای نیمروز بر فراز تپه ها سخن میگویم؛ و از سایه ی بنفشی که دزدانه از دره میگذرد. زیرا که تو ترانه های تاریکی مرا نمیشنوی و سایش بال های مرا بر ستارگان نمیبینی ... و من گویی نمیخواهم تو ببینی یا بشنوی.میخواهم با شب تنها باشم
هنگامی که تو به آسمان خودت فرا میشوی من به دوزخ خودم فرو میشوم حتی در آن زمان تو از آن سوی مغاک بی گذر مرا آواز میدهی ((همرا من رفیق من)) زیرا من نمیخواهم تو دوزخ مرا ببینی، شراره اش چشمت را میسوزاند و دودش مشامت را می آزارد... و من دوزخم را بیشتر از آن دوست دارم که بخواهم تو به آنجا بیایی..میخواهم در دوزخ تنها باشم
تو به راستی و درستی و زیبایی عشق میورزی و من از برای تو میگویم که مهر ورزیدن به اینها خوب و زیبنده است... ولی در دل خودم به مهر تو میخندم ... گرچه نمیخواهم خنده ام را ببینی ... .میخواهم تنها بخندم
دوست من ... تو خوب و هشیار و دانا هستی؛ یا نه... تو عین کمالی و من هم با تو از روی دانایی و هشیاری سخن میگویم ... گرچه من دیوانه ام ولی دیونگی را میپوشانم، میخواهم تنها دیوانه باشم
دوست من ... تو دوست من نیستی ولی چگونه این را به تو بفهمانم؟ راه من راه تونیست
گرچه با هم میرویم ... دست در دست
ولی ای کاش ........ داشتی تا می تونستی اين حقيقت رو درست به زبون بياری و بهم بگی که نه دوستتم، نه
حرف از محبت زدی، دوستی و وفا.... عشق
نمی دونم چرا اصرار داريم تا به همه دروغ بگيم و سعی کنيم تا به هر نحو و قيمتی که ممکن هست خودمون و کار هامون را صد در صد درست و خوب نشان بدهيم.
انگار نه انگار که تعريف هات با تعريف های من فرق داشت، هرچند که من نمی دونستم و تو هم نمی خواستی که بدونم. جوری برخورد می کردی که انگار همه چیز قشنگه و قراره که قشنگ بمونه، انگار نه انگار که اوون بادمجون زيره چشمت رو همين دسته راستته که کاشته و چشمه چپت همين الان داره با چشمه راستت بگو مگو می کنه..... انگاری من کورم ..... و من چه معصومانه باور کرده بودم که صداقت ........ به همين سادگيه
يکی توی ياد داشت های شخصی اش توی Yahoo 360 نوشته:
"ای دوست من...من آن نیستم که مینمایم. نمود پیراهنی است که بر تن دارم. پیراهنی بافته ز جان که مرا از پرسش های تو و تو را از فراموشی من در امان میدارد
آن ((منی )) که در من است ای دوست در خانه ی خاموشی ساکن است و تا ابد همان جا میماند... ناشناس و در نیافتنی
من نمیخواهم هر چه میگویم باور کنی و هر چه میکنم بپذیری ... زیرا سخنان من چیزی جز صدای اندیشه های تو و کار های من چیزی جز عمل به آرزو های تو نیستند
هنگامی که تو میگویی باد به مشرق میوزد من میگویم: ((آری به مشرق میوزد)) زیرا من نمیخواهم تو بدانی اندیشه ی من در بند باد نیست... در بند دریاست و تو نمیتوانی اندیشه های دریاییه مرا در یابی .... و من هم نمیخواهم که دریابی ... میخواهم در دریا تنها باشم
دوست من وقتی نزد تو روز است نزد من شب است؛ با این همه من از رقص روشنای نیمروز بر فراز تپه ها سخن میگویم؛ و از سایه ی بنفشی که دزدانه از دره میگذرد. زیرا که تو ترانه های تاریکی مرا نمیشنوی و سایش بال های مرا بر ستارگان نمیبینی ... و من گویی نمیخواهم تو ببینی یا بشنوی.میخواهم با شب تنها باشم
هنگامی که تو به آسمان خودت فرا میشوی من به دوزخ خودم فرو میشوم حتی در آن زمان تو از آن سوی مغاک بی گذر مرا آواز میدهی ((همرا من رفیق من)) زیرا من نمیخواهم تو دوزخ مرا ببینی، شراره اش چشمت را میسوزاند و دودش مشامت را می آزارد... و من دوزخم را بیشتر از آن دوست دارم که بخواهم تو به آنجا بیایی..میخواهم در دوزخ تنها باشم
تو به راستی و درستی و زیبایی عشق میورزی و من از برای تو میگویم که مهر ورزیدن به اینها خوب و زیبنده است... ولی در دل خودم به مهر تو میخندم ... گرچه نمیخواهم خنده ام را ببینی ... .میخواهم تنها بخندم
دوست من ... تو خوب و هشیار و دانا هستی؛ یا نه... تو عین کمالی و من هم با تو از روی دانایی و هشیاری سخن میگویم ... گرچه من دیوانه ام ولی دیونگی را میپوشانم، میخواهم تنها دیوانه باشم
دوست من ... تو دوست من نیستی ولی چگونه این را به تو بفهمانم؟ راه من راه تونیست
گرچه با هم میرویم ... دست در دست
ولی ای کاش ........ داشتی تا می تونستی اين حقيقت رو درست به زبون بياری و بهم بگی که نه دوستتم، نه
Thursday, March 08, 2007
New webloge
سلام بر دوستان عزیزی که در این مدت به من لطف داشتین و من رو با خوندم مطالبم و پیغام هاتون حمایتم کردین. آدرس وبلاگ زیر آدرس وبلاگ نوپایی هستش نوشته یکی از دوستان هم وطنمون هستش و تلاشش بررسی و بازگشایی مسایل فرهنگی نابحنجار موجود در جامعه ایران و ایرانی های مقیم کشور های دیگر هستش. نویسنده معتقد هستش که یکی از اصلی ترین ریشه ی مشکلات موجود برای ملت ایران مسایل فرهنگی نابحنجاری هستش که حکومت کنونی ایران نیز در شکل گرفتن آن نقش مهمی رو ایفا کرده و می کنه.
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Happy Valentine
Lady : Why do you like me.. Why do you love me
Man : I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you
Lady : You can't even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me How can you say you love me
Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you
Lady : Proof No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you
Man : Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements.The lady felt very satisfied with the man'sanswer
Man : I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you
Lady : You can't even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me How can you say you love me
Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you
Lady : Proof No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you
Man : Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements.The lady felt very satisfied with the man'sanswer
Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and went in comma
The Guy then placed a letter by her side, andhere is the content: darling, Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now, can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you, Because of your care and concern that I like you..Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you, Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love you.. Now can you smile? Now can you move? No!, therefore I cannot love you
If love needs a reason, like now, there is noreason for me to love you anymore
Does love need a reason? NO! Therefore, I still love you
Thursday, January 11, 2007
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There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl
Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways there and then
Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself.
Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company
You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents
With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her
Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of thoseback with him
Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever. The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever again
hope you understand
Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you
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