Speaking of coincidences, here's what I found on GOOD magazine.

When I think about homeless people I get so apprehensive for the future of this country....I don't know how to describe it but there are way too many homeless people where we live and just the thought of them sleeping side by side on the streets make me sad and sullen.Why? why did they choose to become homeless or did they even have an option? Some nights when we leave a place after a few drinks and with full tommies, I think of them and the fact that I have done nothing to make a difference, and  I have been approached by them so many times these past few weeks and it's appaling to be asked for help and not giving anything in response, sometimes I only smile back and I wish they could have a better living, but I have learned we are completely in charge of our own lives and we have to make it right;I refuse to help them financially because it's just a bandaid on an infected wound. But what can be done?I'm sure God never wanted them to live under the downtown bridges in destitude, so are they confusing the concept of poverty or selflessness and sense of belonging? or are they mostly the vets with PSTD?Have they never had great expectations from their lives? I think our country needs many reforms, and one is to understand the psychological chain of thoughts and misconceptions related to homelessness and should offer incentives to use their energy source.I read an article about them just recently which said:"If we all can start befriending just one homeless, this worldwide problem will be gone because we outnumber them! For every one homeless person, there are over 70 of us who are not. Can you be one of the 70 people to befriend a homeless?",atleast we can give it a shot. Maybe someday I make a documentary on this.

خسته

از بيم و اميد عشق رنجورم

جاودانه مي خواهم
بر حسرت دل دگر نيفزايم

آسايش بي كرانه مي خواهم

پا بر سر دل نهاده مي گويم

بگذشتن از آن ستيزه جو خوشتر
يك بوسه ز جام زهر بگرفتن

از بوسه آتشين او خوشتر
پنداشت اگر شبي بسر مستي
در بستر عشق او سحر كردم

شب هاي دگر كه رفته از عمرم

در دامن ديگران بسر كردم

ديگر نكنم ز روي ناداني

قرباني عشق او غرورم را

شايد كه چو بگذرم از او يابم

آن گمشده شادي و سرورم را

آنكس كه مرا نشاط و مستي داد

آنكس كه مرا اميد و شادي بود

هر جا كه نشست بي تأمل گفت

«او يك زن ساده لوح عادي بود»

مي سوزم از اين دوروئي و نيرنگ

يكرنگي كودكانه مي خواهم

اي مرگ از آن لبان خاموشت

يك بوسه جاودانه مي خواهم

رو، پيش زني ببر غرورت را

كاو عشق ترا بهيچ نشمارد

آن پيكر داغ و دردمندت را

با مهر بروي سينه نفشارد

عشقي كه ترا نثار ره كردم

در سينه ديگري نخواهي يافت

زان بوسه كه بر لبانت افشاندم

سوزنده تر آذري نخواهي يافت

در جستجوي تو و نگاه تو

ديگر ندود نگاه بي تابم

انديشه آن دو چشم رؤيائي

هرگز نبرد ز ديدگان خوابم

ديگر بهواي لحظه ئي ديدار

دنبال تو در بدر نمي گردم

دنبال تو اي اميد بي حاصل

ديوانه و بي خبر نمي گردم

در ظلمت آن اتاقك خاموش

بيچاره و منتظر نمي مانم

هر لحظه نظر به در نمي دوزم
وان آه نهان بلب نمي رانم

اي زن كه دلي پر از صفا داري

از مرد وفا مجو، مجو، هرگز

او معني عشق را نمي داند

راز دل خود باو مگو هرگز

فروغ فرخزاد 

ميگم فرزند ارشد بودن هم مصيبتيه ها!هر كارى براى پدر مادر و بقيه اعضاى خانواده بشه كافى نيست و بلكه كم هم هست....من يكى كه ديگه خستم

Not sure if it's a coincidence that all of sudden everything around me resemble a book I'm reading or an idea I have heard of...or perhaps I'm just putting myself into that path...In the "Zen & the Art of Happiness" I learned that all the Universe (and us being part of it) is all connected and made of same subatomic particles,which is why when we think of something, things of that nature keep happening or being raised....it's the vibration of energy baby!

At yoga, the instructor specifically looked into my eyes and said we all keep running for our answers as if he knew what goes on in my "balvashoo" & chaotic mind. "We keep rushing into our daily lives, into the grocery lines and into our grave and without even breathing and enjoying the oxygen in between or realizing what life is all about" he reinstated... and I hate to say I kept loosing my balance as if I have never done Yoga before; This time he said it loud to the whole class : "FOCUS, when you don't have balance, you are not at the center"

I realized I need some major mental cleaning, Therefore I plead to myself, I'm gonna put aside everything I have tumbling and pending in my mind,all my busniess ideas, humanitarian quests, everything in my bucket list, I'll put those aside for a week just to see the difference and practice Balance.I supoose, once we stop searching for an asnwer is when the truth unfolds in front of our naked eyes.

I don't know about you but I have so much joy in me right now about life. I feel so full of life and enthusiasm about living my life to its full potentials...so eager to see what it has to offer me and things I'm here to discover ,adventure and accomplish... I think it was all triggered by a casual palm reading that a friend's mother initiated at the lunch table and it got me so sparked up and super emotional about wanting to see and do more. I think it has to do alot also with reading Audry Hepburn's biography and the things she's done and the queen she was at her time that makes me thinking that life has a lot more to it and there are things I need to understand,improve and surpass and experience in order to become the person I'm envisioning to be...I'm a firm believer that although the universe has tendency for chaos and disorder, the indivudal's live's or atleast those around me are becoming better and better...I also need to start practicing Zen and start being happy and present in my every single moment and understanding the fact that being happy doesn't necessarily mean I should be extraordinary or famous but rather being able to enjoy the simplicity of life in watching a sunrise or just simply be ...

نه من آن موج خروشان نه تو آن دریایی آرام
نه من آن تحفه درویش نه تو آن آش دهن سوز
نه تو آنی نه من اینم من همینم که همیشه که صباحی در پی‌ من روزگارت مست و مدهوش
توی همانی که اسیری به رکاب می‌‌دویدی
من بی‌ سبب نباید به‌‌‌ پناه میگریختم که زوار شعرم را به‌‌‌ فریب میسپردم
تو چه خوب مهره مار به شراب و باده کردی مستم
من همانم که سرشتی به خماری بامدادم تویی آن شبگرد پر فقر
منم این آینه عبرت و تو آن ماتم که رفتم

Been juice-fasting since last Thursday with hubby...atleast 5 more days to go...I'm constantly hungry and dreaming about our not too distant "chelokabab" fiesta a few days after we are done with this...Is it worth it? Ofcourse, I've read it has zillions of health benefits including body detoxification and cleansing,but above all, it's a challenege of mind discipline; To condition yourself not to want everything you see...to think of you body as your sacred temple...but it's tough I must admit and the juices we make our not necessarily the most delicous ones, but they are vegetables and fruits so atleast we become healthy while we suffer...Krishnamurti once said there's no distinguishing of pleasure with out suffering and pain...

How can I ignore this suffering for a few more days?Budha stopped his starvation phase because he thought too much attention is being paid to his body and the mind is constantly obssessed with physical suffering...It's better not calling it suffering then; I'll call it a conscious decision for mental and physical cleansing!Viola

Have you ever noticed why people in the elevator act so uncomfortable? As soon as you get inside, people lean back towards the very corner of the elevator and either start dialing someone or browse on FB, they stare at the mozaics on the floor so to avoid eye contact and refrain from communicating with other neighbors! It's even worse when they are with someone else on the elevator, they stop talking or speak quite... In our place, people rarely say hi to each other and it's usually only the new-comers who seem the friendliest , not knowing they are to soon become one of those secluded individuals on the elevator themselves...It just makes me thinking, are we becoming sociophobics as we advance towards cyber tech and FB era? Are we more or less friendly than our equivalent persona version in less developed countries?!? Are we saving our good spirit to show off on FB?

"Copy Conforme"

Finally got a chance to watch Kiarostami's Certified Copy and was amazed by how feminist a man can be in his approach to filmmaking. Atleast I'm happy the world is not completely out of masculine idealistic feminists and there are still some hope ;)

It made me really thinking...which ofcourse had crossed my mind before...where does being simple becomes complicated and where is the boarderline? When did people stop being originals and is there really a proof that there's an original version of a thing or is it relatively arbitrarily? Was Mona Lisa's smile an original? Or was she told to smile in such a way by Davinci, which in that case wouldn't make it original anymore....Should we care about an Original or its certified versions? or does it not matter? Is a copy of a thing less valuable than the original and what if the original is lost? Do we treasure the copy anymore? What make a "thing" originally interesting? is it the way it makes us feel? Is perception of a "thing" subjective in nature and imporatant in the way it makes us feel a certain way?Is being married to any man better than being single?and why as women we choose to be sensitive and so fragile? Is it all part of our tendency to be certified copies of an ideal figurative constant?Does marriage mean sacrifice and compromise or does it mean freedom?Does it mean two people can live separate lives as individuals or does it mean they are bound to be united as one? Why as people don't we stop complaining and enjoying what we really have instead of wanting a so called copy ?Are the Originals, although being rare and authentic , an act of bravery and far from our twined believes of social standards/dogmas?