Contemplation

Some brilliant idea I intend to keep with, suggested by a brilliant person!! Nanonovellas are very short stories (lines). Here’s my very first :3

Nanonovella I

His memories of yore and yours, echo bluntly off empty bottles.
Drained, damned and diluted, his long lost soul lingers away.
He bled. He ceded. He fell.

Yesterday I attended the Elham event at Albareh Art Gallery and Cafe. Performances of “punk folk” acoustic music, photography, poetry and paintings filled the evening with muse. It is quite difficult for me to describe it in
detail, so you will probably have to go to one to really get what its all about.

But, what really left a great impression on me was Laurence Brown’s segment on digital photography. Laurence teaches at university, and that is exactly why his delivery appealed to me. Whatever subject one is speaking about, it sounds more compelling and engaging when the delivery is entwined with passion and love for the subject.

Even when speaking in technical terms, which most take as boring and confusing at certain times, I felt such immense interest that I thought I will end up buying a camera first thing in the morning the
very next day.

The love for colors and light showed in his stories; the trouble that one needs to go through to reflect the right amount of light, provide the right amount of saturation, and achieve the all so sweet depth in
the final print. This light, this saturation and this depth, is also what I search for in text.

I can barely remember the last time I had so much passion for what I do.

I’ve almost completely stopped reading newspapers, and some blogs for that matter, and instead long for the more interesting and personal conversations I have with people when we meet for coffee.

This is because I feel that the material I read in newspapers and in some blogs is somewhat dull. The reason for this is not because they are not interesting (although most aren’t quite often), but because the platform they are contained within is not engaging enough; it is just not stimulating enough.

I have a passion for the written word, make no mistake in thinking otherwise, but I can’t help but remain reserved with it in some specific situations. I, for example, love the idea of text messaging and sending emails from a fancy gadget that one keeps in their pockets, but I get quite frustrated when there’s meaning beyond the text to be conveyed, I think it is ought to be spoken and heard. It doesn’t help when one is predispositioned to think that meaning extends words all the time.

Same goes for newspaper and blog material. Although authors proudly include their names on by-lines, their stories and articles rarely show minimal authenticity. Some think that going with a picture, so as it would presumably speak a thousand words, is witty, however, they fail to relate to it in any possible way. Even some readers’ letters and blog comments lack a justified reason of existence, where readers write disgraceful plea letters and blog commentators write “hmm.. interesting.. thanks for posting..” comments without any useful input.

Sometimes I find myself without a topic that interests me to write about. What I do then is follow a rule: “when writers have nothing to write about, they should go kill themselves”. Of course, I do not follow it literally, however, the thought of a defined solution for such a problem will probably result in the writer’s defiance, and thus provide material that is most dear to the writers themselves, their biography.

Comment is free by the way. Tell me what you think of this.

Deciding a career path never left me with an easy mind, even though I’m easily interested in new things and can quite easily pick up a new skill.

Recently I’ve been trying to get appointments for job interviews, and I managed to interest two organizations of diverse functions.

At Zain Telecom, I was interviewed for a Customer Service Rep. (i.e. a call centre minion) who you would call to scold and whine about your mobile service. Needless to say, it was the typical interview of asking grand questions of “How has your studying (psychology) affected the way you go about things?” and “Why do you want to work with us?” which even the interviewers don’t know the right answer (if exists) of anyway.
I was told that I will be contacted if shortlisted and selected, however, I was also politely dismissed because of my English being “too good” and my Arabic being “too bad” (irony? anyone?).

A week or so after (that being yesterday), I had another interview, but with programme coordinators from the RSCI. Unconventionally, the interview was held at the Grand Mercure’s foyer. There was none of the scripted questions, and instead, they asked me of the skills I have, what I can offer, prepared to do, and most of all, if I mind travelling. “I don’t mind not staying!!” I, so enthusiastically, replied to the last part.
Though, what made my day was their last comment. “For a 23 year old, you certainly have an impressive CV” they said, thanked me, and left me with a huge smile on my face.

So, leaving the story at that, a simple question I was always asked in interviews always puzzled me; of all the things that I’ve accomplished, I do not really know which I am most proud of. It doesn’t feel as much of pride as it feels of ambition and infinite drive. Pride is almost not an issue of concern, for I don’t do well with self-glorification anyway.

On November’s bloggers gathering, a fellow blogger suggested campaigning for a blood donation rally. Obviously, we would all think that it would one of the most humane things to do; saving lives. Right?

Not very much so, well, not by everyone at least. This story reports a healthy young Jehovah’s witness, 22 years of age, gave birth to twins (a healthy boy and a healthy girl), however, she did not make it outside the operating room. It is said that she died as a result of refusing a blood transfusion. This is believed to be due to her faith (read possible explanation).

I heard a debate on the BBC (radio) world service a couple of days ago, and I was left with many ethical dilemmas.

The Jehovah’s witness reason the refusal of blood transfusion on the basis of biblical texts which mainly portray the sacredness of blood to the creator and therefore one should abstain from blood.

Such cases lead to prolonged discussions - heated, emotionally grounded, discussion - about grand theological questions of life and death, about sin and atonement, about freewill and freedom of being. I will leave such discussions to be initiated by those who are further interested (you can comment, or you can buy me coffee).

However, I will leave you with one to tickle your magnificent matter (that is your brain, by the way).

The woman, in the reported story, decided to practically take her own life. This brings the issue of one’s ownership over his or her own life. Suicide is religiously considered a sin and socially frowned upon. Also, giving informed consent (in general) is a preserved right.

If we have ownership over our lives, then suicide should not be problematic at all, and we are fully rightful to give consent (to anything). Here we are shunned by societal beliefs.

If we do not have ownership over our lives, then we are not fully rightful to give consent. However, suicide and euthanasia can be dealt with.Here we are shunned by theological beliefs.