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Oddly enough, I’m not sure why I didn’t pick “Random” to be the name of my blog. I’m often accused of being random, I have spontaneous sparks of thoughts which I blurt out (whatsapp mostly), immediately after I’ve had them and the thoughts are usually unrelated to what is/was being discussed. Oh, now I know, I am more curious than I am random and my randomness stems from my curiosity (all is right in the world again.)

There have been many times I have started a piece of writing and not completed it and when I go back to it, I’ve lost the chain of thought I had or motivation to continue. So this blog post is dedicated to a piece of writing I titled as “random” 4 years ago. I haven’t edited the below and it’s interesting to see that my writing style is consistent, don’t you think?

Have you ever liked someone so much that every time you looked at them your heart ached? Feeling completely and utterly in love with someone, who is completely oblivious to your feelings and emotions, yet you believe with every cell in your body that you are made for each other. It’s funny, she loves him because she loves him, he’s never led her on or shown any interest romantically. Yet after numerous efforts to let it go and get over it, she just can’t. So she loves him, for no other reason but for love. In his words, “No I’m not predictable, I am compatible” Not sure what he meant by that, but then again he says a lot of things that didn’t make sense. Maybe he is as complex as he claims to be? This story isn’t original but it is without a doubt relatable. It’s a tale as old as time, Girl likes Boy, Boy likes someone else and that someone else doesn’t like Boy. So I can’t even call it a love triangle, it’s more of a love line. I’m not sure how this story ends, but I know how it begins and I know how it’s progressed, the rest is up to God, fate, destiny (whatever you may believe in).

“Meh” she said out loud as the people around her on the Picadilly line looked at her before turning back to their newspapers, kindles, iPads or even back to looking at the nothingness to avoid the awkward eye contact that only Londoners would understand. Thats the beauty of London, there are so many people from all over the world that anyone who has lived there can find that he/she belongs. That’s what she felt, her comment, if you can even refer to “meh” as a comment was merely one of disappointment. She wanted so many things and though things seldom went her way, this time she felt like she was losing a battle she used all her strength to win. She loved being in London so much that it hurt to think she had to leave it all behind and move on. She turned and looked at the people around her, breaking one of the unwritten rules of being in a tube. She looked around and took it all in, the man standing with lip piercings and spiky hair, bobbing his head to whatever was playing in his iPod as he swayed with the train. “This is Green park, change here for the jubilee and victoria lines. Exit here for Bukingham Palace”

The featured image is just one I chose at random, coincidentally on purpose (is that a thing?) 🙂

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See beneath your beautiful…

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Have you ever looked in a mirror and seen your reflection (of course you have)? What I mean is have you actually seen who you are and not just looked at your outershell. I was listening to Labrinth’s song “see beneath your beautiful” as I did the weekly commute to Abu Dhabi for the weekend and it’s been the inspiration for today’s post.

As human beings I have noticed we tend to hide behind something, such as, status, fame, fortune and beauty. Almost everyone, I think, wants at least one of the things I have listed. I truly believe that all people are beautiful in their own way and I always tend to magnify one good thing I see in a person and ignore the bad (which has caused a lot of drama in my life, but that’s a story for another day). So in general I really like people, whether they like me or not is irrelevant. So in the song when Labrinth sings “would you let me see beneath your beautiful” it’s such a genuinely heart touching sentence. Reassuring even. Everyone has insecurities and it makes me wonder why we focus on such things that on the grander scheme of things it’s not that relevant.
For example “why hasn’t s/he texted back yet?”, “who’s that guy/girl with him/her in the Instagram photo” and ” oh s/he is online… what the, was I just ignored? *block*”. Safe to say we’ve all been there and it’s also a bit sad. Won’t go into the detail of how I dislike the addiction people have with their phones (guilty, I have gotten much better though). Anyway, makes me so curious where insecurities stem from and how to completely over come it.

Back to the point I was trying to make about your reflection in the mirror. Have you ever looked at your reflection and thought, damn I look kind today or I look thoughtful today or even I look generous today. I guess that would defeat the purpose of a mirror since the sole purpose of a mirror is to see a reflection. I for one must admit I have never looked at my reflection and thought about who I am and always just looked at my reflection for what it is “am I getting a spot, why am I getting a spot. Will it scar? Ugh”.
What if there was a type of mirror that when you looked at it, it would show your personality flaws, so you could clearly see which parts needed more work and everyday you could focus on becoming the best version of yourself as you would know exactly what to “fix”. I think that would be a cool invention, who knows. Might be the next big thing. 🙂
I’d love to hear your thoughts on this.

Featured image: from Instagram.

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A Flock of Crows is known as a “Murder”

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Crows always reminds me of the horror story “Birds” by Alfred Hitchcock, so naturally I am a little terrified of crows after I watched that movie. (Although, I think in his movie they were ravens and not crows?). I do not understand why they insist on almost flying into my head as I would stroll down regents park, I’d duck all kinds of ways and once even got laughed at (which then I laughed since laughs are contagious), since I was such a funny sight. One time, I won’t forget was when a random guy walks by as I duck and he says “Woah, Matrix!” That was hilarious.

The reason why this random fact caught my eye today is because it made me think of the story of Abel and Cain and how when Cain murdered Abel he did not know what to do with the body. Apparently at the time, a crow happened to be burying its dead (crows bury their dead) and that how Cain got the idea to bury the body. It would maybe explain the tradition many of us follow to this day. We bury the dead.

Featured image: from national geographic

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Pineapples

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Funny thing about pineapples, they are’t pines, they aren’t apples and are called annanas in almost every other language but English. I won’t get into the linguistics of the fruit as this post has a deeper story.

When I lived in London, I loved going on walks, the city is structured in the most pedestrian friendly way, that walking there is pure delight. After a few years I discovered that London has toured walks, which is, for those of you who are unaware, you can walk in a neighbourhood and kind of get a history lesson about that area. The one I learnt the most out of or well the one I enjoyed the most was in Maida Vale, also known as “little venice”.

(here is a picture, in case you wanted to see what it looks like)

IMG_20130405_190420.jpgIt was during this walk that I learnt a few interesting things.

Have you ever wondered why the iphone sign is a bitten apple? Alan Turing was the man who invented computers, he also committed suicide by taking a bite from a poisoned apple (was poisoned with cyanide). Some say that the idea to take a bite from a poisoned apple stemmed from Snow White, which was the first time it showed in the theatre back when he was alive and it led to his demise. Thus, the bitten apple became the symbol of Apple. It may not be the inspiration Steve Jobs had, but who’s to say it isn’t. If the shoe fits…I like to believe that it’s true and it makes a hell of a story.

Anyway back to the reason of this post, pineapples represent hospitality and you’ll see it around London and especially Maida Vale, perched on columns and just spread out randomly around the city. I never noticed pineapples until I went on this guided tour and after which I read up on it and it turns out that this symbol has a long and rich history. I won’t bore you with the details, but I would just like to leave you with: It is a universal sign of hospitality,  pineapples were often found outside doors, usually in the form of a carving or some sort and thus welcoming guests. Some even displayed it at dinner tables as the centre piece when hosting a party. Maybe next time I host a party I’ll use the symbol and make a pineapple upside down cake, just to show off my welcoming nature since cake is already so welcoming, I guess that makes me twice as hospitable? My mother would be, oh, so proud. 🙂

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Drapetomania

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The title of this post means “an overwhelming urge to runaway” It’s amazing how you can take that out of context as most things nowadays. The word itself was the name of an illness which Samuel A Cartwright hypothesized to cause black slaves to flee captivity. Of course this theory was later debunked as it is outright racist.

Nowadays this word has become quite mainstream, you’ll see many people sharing it on social media because people have developped drapetomania. Living in the UAE I can say without a doubt that we have a really cushy life and it was here that I discovered the word to be more commonly used than in London, where it is not so cushy. Isn’t it ironic? (it’s like raaaaaain on your wedding dayyy). It makes me curious if it is the cushyness which makes people lazy and bored. Things can become shallow if you allow yourself to get comfortable and this overwhelming urge really does become an illness as the word was orginally intended to be used. One question that does spring to mind is that what is it that people want to run away from? Honestly, maybe I am biased, but in my opinion the UAE is the best place to live because truly it is the good life. Yet, I also find myself wanting to run away, it’s contagious and I have caught this illness at various points in my life, since I have moved back to my childhood home.

After much analysis and ponderings I have come to an unconclusive conclusion that maybe it’s feeling the motions, kind of like the notion of “misery loves company”so even though I may have this urge to run away technically its not the place I want to run away from or the life I have here, it’s the people I have chosen to surround myself with, who all suffer from this illness. The reality is that people are just unhappy, they have everything and yet they are unhappy, unfullfilled and can’t help but compare their life to those around them. It’s so easy to complain and forget the blessings they are surrounded with, it’s so easy to be negative and ask “why me” and wallow in your own hole of self pity and it’s not only addictive but the thought process can get quite contagious to those who just want to feel like they belong. Human beings are funny, we might as well be sheep. Why live like that?

After two years of being in an on and off state of drapetomania, I feel more stable and I no longer have an urge to run away. I now have wanderlust (another word that has become so mainstream) however it is not an illness, it is part of my selective curioustiy. I want to see the world I live in, I want to explore and I want to experience this world the way it was intended. It is a dream rather than a need and I like that it’s a more peaceful way to approach life. Zen for the win (pronounced as wen because I want it to rhyme). 🙂

Featured photo:https://blackthen.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/runawaye.jpeg.jpg

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Swirly Clouds and Violet Haze

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It is my new year’s resolution to write a piece everyday, since practice makes perfect and I love to write. I was not sure what to write about today so I turned to google for inspiration and discovered this idea: “Put your iPod/Spotify on shuffle, grab the lyric that appears 1:35 into the song, and write from there” I didn’t follow this exactly, I’ve had Josh Groban’s song “Vincent” (originally sung by Don Mclean) stuck in my mind for sometime so I played it and at 1:35 he sings the title of this post. Really paints an image, doesn’t it? Who doesn’t love swirly clouds and violet haze?

Vincent’s Starry Night painting, truly is a masterpiece, he was a great artist and it’s a shame that great artists are only recognised for their work after they have left this world filled with swirly clouds and violet haze, trees and daffodils. It’s such a curious thing, the way artists are not recognised, makes me wonder if back in the day social media would have made them famous faster? I understand why an artist’s popularity increases when they have died, since everyone is beautifully unique and no one can replicate another’s talents 100%. Vincent’s story makes me sad, I was not aware until today that he painted Starry Night from an asylum window, really shows you his perspective of how he viewed the world and how beautiful his perspective was.

This reminds me of a line from John Green’s novel “The Fault in our stars” when Gus says that he fears oblivion. Mostly because if one of Vincent Van Gough’s fears were oblivion, I would go back in time and tell him, have no fear because you will always be remembered…:)

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Truth in the stars?

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There is something about Astronomy and astrology that has made people ponder about for centuries. I won’t go into the science of it as I am no expert, but for those of you that don’t know the difference, Astronomy is the study of the universe and its contents outside of Earth’s atmosphere. Astronomers examine the positions, motions, and properties of celestial objects. Astrology attempts to study how those positions, motions, and properties affect people and events on Earth.

Personally I find astrology fascinating as it makes me think that everything in the universe is connected and at the same time nothing is also connected (anyone watch Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency? It’s a great show). I believe things are more connected than we are led to believe. Read More