Life transcends our human existence, emphasizing the significance of being present in the 'Here and Now.' In my world, life's challenges resemble a surrealist painting. This blog space serves as our shared artistic canvas, confronting existential depths and navigating human experiences to foster understanding and connection, even in the midst of navigating through agonizing pain.
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Ravi Shankar
Indian virtuoso musician Ravi Shankar - the man who introduced The Beatles to the sitar and father to singer Norah Jones - has died aged 92
Labeled 'the godfather of world music' by George Harrison, Shankar helped millions of classical, jazz and rock lovers discover the centuries-old traditions of Indian music
His close relationship with Harrison, the Beatles lead guitarist, shot Shankar to global stardom in the 1960s
Later generations knew him as the estranged father of popular American singer Norah Jones
Died: Ravi Shankar, 92, performs during a concert in Bangalore, India
Ravi Shankar, the sitar virtuoso who became a hippie musical icon of the 1960s after hobnobbing with the Beatles and who introduced traditional Indian ragas to Western audiences over an eight-decade career, has died.
A statement on the musician's website said he died in San Diego, near his Southern California home.
The musician's foundation issued a statement saying that he had suffered upper respiratory and heart problems and had undergone heart-valve replacement surgery last week.
The prime minister of India, Dr. Manmohan Singh's office confirmed his death and called him a 'national treasure.'
Labeled 'the godfather of world music' by George Harrison, Shankar helped millions of classical, jazz and rock lovers discover the centuries-old traditions of Indian music.
He also pioneered the concept of the rock benefit with the 1971 Concert For Bangladesh.
To later generations, he was known as the estranged father of popular American singer Norah Jones.
As early as the 1950s, Shankar began collaborating with and teaching some of the greats of Western music, including violinist Yehudi Menuhin and jazz saxophonist John Coltrane.
Published by Jane Nye- Daily Mail
Monday, 10 December 2012
Empty Words
There is something in the human dialect that has become common. Our common reaction in most cases when supporting someone through loss, is opting for easy words which build greater distance. We easily and immediately communicate customery words such as 'be strong,''sorry' or 'may they rest in peace'. My friends mother passed away today, and there came pouring the sequence of familiar words. It is not only through my own experience of losing close relatives and a parent that I began to realise these words had absolutely no meaning and were just empty words. I was disconnected from especially words like 'be strong'. These words for me represent an easy way for the other to not take ownership in seeing the bereaved through a difficult process. Then there is the other counter to it, that these words have become so easy to say and are part of cultural traditions.
The last thing, I want to hear is be strong or sorry and these hearing these words do not bring me closer to the other. It only reinforces that the other is not with me in my hour of need and will not be there emotionally to support me through my grieving journey. Rather what I hear is get on with it and cope.
Then there is words like 'I understand I have also be through the same thing or I know what it feels like.' Really do you? Its all relational. My thoughts are no matter how common or similar our loss or tragedies, the experience for each and every individual is different. This includes loss in a family loss. Off course as a family its easier to lean on each other cause it's common ground to share similar memories and some of the grief. Now the experience of grief will differ.
I am just wondering what this whole process of loss is all about. It still feels like its something that we the majority still experience in isolation, even within families. A person dies those closest carry on the griefing process. Friends and acquientences carry on with life. Then there is that push for the bereaved to go back to work.
I once told my friend if I had my way; I would have gone back to work in my pj's and cried when I felt like it. In reality its not appropriate to display grief in workplaces, even beter yet we have become accustomed to not grieving in public. Dare I cry in public. For me keeping accoustomed to not crying in public is about the general public reaction ('it's ingrained to be abnormal'). If I could cry I would endlessly until I was done, but I do not want to hear someone say sorry or are you okay. My question is what are you sorry about, do you want me to stop crying so I can sympathise with you? These words are used too quickly and hold no meaning.
I think what this all brings and exposes in me is anger. I want the freedom in expression and also to feel human connections which are not blocked by words. I am looking for human acceptance in grief as a process and not an immediate cure to what is socially acceptable. I am looking not to be classified in a box, of 'a nutter' just because I may have grieved longer than you or whats socially acceptable. No one is an expert in grief, its about developing a human connection to an unimaginable experience.
Sunday, 9 December 2012
I am YOU
I am you, I am made of you, you made me with someone who is also a part of me
I am you, I wish you were me
If you were me, we us would be entwined forever
I could be you, me and you together could have conquered the world
Being you, and I You is made of greatness
You, Me, I You, what does it all symbolise and does you or I nor me need to mean anything
If you put me and you together then its explosive, the 'it' being you and I combined together
Now us and we could have ventured the world together
It's now me without you
Dont you see, me without you does not equal us
You and I were meant to write great chapters together
Now you are no longer, I shall become you and me
As I become you and me, I only wish I can do us justice so you would me proud of me that is now you
I see you, looking and me at us now smilling
Ah at last I have you in the now, knowing me and what us meant
Now if only you could see the you I see smilling at me, then and only then you would know that we are eternal and meant to be forever
The you that is present in the now is possibly you trying to tell me and us that we can survive without you
The joy that is present in the now is the you I want to be with smiling and laughing with
If only I with you could feel your joy
Seeing you without me in the distance like a vague memory only brings back reality that you and I are no more
The we, we could have been is only me without you
It's the me with you and only your memories-R.I.P.
Blood is thicker than water
You once told me blood is thicker than water
Now I am left realising what you meant
The pain cuts deep and hurts in magnitudes unexplained
I have become infantilised yet again
I am re-learning how to craw back to life
I am learning to milk the little pleasures of what is left to life without you
I rock and cradle to music which is a reminder of you
I am learning a new language of survival and loss in life
I have become my own teacher of life without you
My body has aged a thousand years, yet I feel like an infant
I reach for things that are far from my reach
I wish to be reborn into a world where you exist, so I can feel that greater love again
The pain cuts through, so deep
I have learned to adapt to a world of numbness
I feel the pain inwardly, yet cannot express it outwardly, nor can no longer drop a single tear
I am locked within, with no outward expression
The inner me is fighting a losing battle. I want to fight in order to express my anger, but my body is weakened
I want to cry a million tears, but only you will not be there to grip onto my frailing body
I have become accustomed to a dark world of which I know like the back of my hand
I have become the Jackal and Hide of life
I am self taught in skills of emotional survival and instability
You were my day and night, the good and bad that can be in a relationship
In the end you become my friend
Who knew you could become my friend
Hence the reason 'it' the pain cuts so deep and runs through my inner core, so much so I have become accoustmed to the deep chills and unbreakable pebbled crystals twisting in me waiting to explode
I fear the moment my inner turmoil aliviates, I would have lost you yet again
Now and again I cry
Now and again I cry a thousand tears
My heart drips with blood of menlaconly
The floods of tears are endless, and fall into a deep dark well
Now and again I cry a million tears,
My eyes flood and drip tears of ice crystal petals
The ice crystals petals drip endlessly and stream down icy mountains
Now and again I cry a trilliin tears
My tears freeze from being exposed to a deep breeze.
A deep breeze which cuts through me and deep into my veins
Now and again, I cry, I just cry endlessly
I hold on tight to the deep penetrating chill for it has become my kindred spirit
I clasp with all my might through explosive waves as the tears stream down the river in great speed; I feel you slip away from me just as slick as the speed of the waves
Now and again, I. . . , I just . . . I try to hung on
My arms with all their strength hung on, only to be weakened by the physicality of your supernatural presence
Now and only now in the here and now, I . . .
I tirelessly try to grip onto the roots and core of you
Now and again, I ask
Why can't I feel you near me
Now and again I do not . ..
I do not feel my own physical stength as my body is weakened by your suction
You drain me and I am lost in an endless plea
You cut through me like bloods runs through veins
Now and again tears endlessly flow and fear runs deep chills into my inner core
My mutiple affairs may soon collide. . .
My mutliple affairs and guilty pleasures may soon collide. I have always been able to move from one relationship to the next, but now it has become a challenge
Victoria has kept all my Secrets so far. Victoria is a smooth talker who nourishes and replenishes my needs
Tommy, the allure of sweetness.
Tommy represented high school years and the essence of being sweet sixteen
Tommy was lively, independent and had a natural appeal
Calvin represented teenage angst of secret obssessions and contradictions
With Calvin there was no promise of euphoria or eternity
Calvin stripped any notion of being inspired by orchids ready to bloom
Rather, Calvin appealed to bad boy imagery and oozed sex apeal; with a wash board stomach fit to model Calvin underwear and jeans.
Burburrey, so effortless sensual with an ecletic combination of refined elegance
Burburrey how could I resist, an illusion of potent college maturity refined by enhanced precious essence
Burberry was a trend setter with an eye for design
It was that checkered scarf that did it for me
Gucci appeared at an unexpected time in my life
Gucci was wordly, long distingished and successful
Gucci premiered in successful and stylish couture settings
Gucci awoke my senses and made me feel confident
Powerfully sophicated enough to aaccompany a graceful leading lady down the red carpet, in her courture Gucci gown
Gucci inspired me to premiere my couture
Unfortunately, I fell for Gucci's brother
Gucci Guilty is what I call this relationship
I indulged myself in moments of guilty pleasure, and felt the freedom of going slightly beyond social conventions
It felt like the thrill of staying in control while pushing boundaries
Guicci Guilty sensual and distinct, enabled me to express my enique style
Little did I know Dior would come into my life
It was during the evening opening of christmas lights in Oxford street
There stood Dior solidatry next to a counter in a retail shop
Although the shop floor was filled with shoppers, I could not keep my eyes off Dior
Mind you Gucci Guilty was a few steps away at another counter
Dior's sensual, harminiuos and luminous appearance was like an incarnation of an Egypitan God
I just could not resist Dior's opulence and strength. I had to get close and then I was hooked. Doir J'adore
Now remember my best friend Victoria who keeps all my Secrets?
Little does she know that Ted is my new best friend
Dare I mention his last name it's . . . Baker
Ted is like Victoria, only Ted is elegant and helps me deal with social butterflies, so that I can stand out from the crowd
My world of guily pleasures will soon collide
For, one thing Tommy, Calvin, Burberry, Gucci, Gucci Guilty have in common is ME
Lets just hope Victoria can keep all my Secrets
To be continued. . .
THE JOY'S OF CHRISTMAS
It's one of those things I never do
I have not done in many years
In fact my line of 'saving the trees' had worked so far
My close friends know how I am
They know how green issues are close to my heart
They know how dedicated I am to saving trees
Unfortunately, my neighbour is none the wiser
She just had to do it
She dropped it off yesterday wrapped it in two layers of paper, to my horror
Thanks to her, I have now run out of excuses
For she has seen my recycling bags
She has seen my multilayers of paper wrapped inside the recycling bag (s)
So I forced myself to go to the shops
It took so much effort
In the end I bought a whole box
I had to prepare myself for I could not handle any more surprises
So I did it, it was a hard decision
I bought a whole box of Christmas Cards
Oh the joys of Christmas
To you, the one who made buy a whole box of Christmas cards
Here is your Christmas Card
Which got me out of my warm bed
Which I had to walk a whole ten minutes to buy
I may need an eye test, after starring at all those layers of cards in bright red icolours and piercing shimmering glitter
I now have blisters from standing in a long time consuming line with crazed people with smiley faces
I may also need to sue the retail person who tried to rip me off by enticing me into buying a pen
A christmas card pen really?
Ummm I already have a million pens from work and conferences thank you
Oh and to top it off, she asked me if I needed a plastic bag
Couldnt she already see my environmentally friendly bag I was carrying
I hope you appreciate the lengths I had to go through to buy this card- not just any card a Christmas Card
In the end I had to treat myself to a large Ameretto Latte, and shoes just to feel better again
The least you can do to cheer me up is to treat me to a glass of my favourite drink and in my favourite wine bar
P.S.
Oh by the way your christmas Card is the same as everyone else
Otherwise I would have needed an ambulance to calm my anxiety levels of having to choose a card especially for you
I am pretty sure you feel special anyway to receive a card from me
Signed .. Miss Christmas Grinch
More of the GREEN stuff PLEASE
We met over ten years ago
I remember our first encounter
It was during Christmas dinner
If you only knew the length's we had to go to, to prepare the eventful fine dining occassion
Off course I had the hard task of preparing the seating arrangements and selecting drinks to accompany the four course meal
As a duty and out of obligation, I had to take a sip of each drink; to find the right match
Then there was the seating arrangements, I had to worry about too
I was also in and out of the kitchen rightly so, as the main tester
Somehow I did not know you were already in the kitchen tacked away somewhere
Some other women already had their grabby hapnds on you, trying to peal your layers
We were first introduced at the table
Everyone took their turn in being introduced, to each and every fine dish around the table
Our introduction was last
All I could see was green
I didnt know how to approach you or how you would mix with the others
You were well shaped, but had too many layers
You had a smooth outlook, a bit rough on the edges and had an unfamiliar scent
I intially shyed away from you
My hands froze
Then I just had to do it
I had to taste you
Everyone stood agasp in anticipating and waiting to see my reaction when I had resurficed
A few girls giggled at my reaction
I resurficed only with a confused face
I didnt know whether I liked the taste of you
I felt like hiding you under the table but I couldnt
The host made sure we all finished our dinner, so there was no chance of hiding you
I felt like a five year old being forced to eat finish my meal
Now ten years on I can proudly say, I am pleased we were introduced
Although you are bland, you go with my everything
You fulfill my winter blues
Your scent still stands out
I am proud to add you on my list of green stuff
P.S. Brussel Sprouts, I can now admit to the world that I truly like you:-)
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