Giorgio Armani: The Man, the Brand, the Empire

Your forties are the moment when you start to become aware. It’s just the beginning. I’ve always believed that to confirm your way of thinking takes time. It takes experimenting. You have to confront different chapters of your life. Maybe I could reproach myself for not thinking enough about the people I had around me. My family. Loves. Memories. I was always here [points to his head], in my work. I guess I didn’t think life was so short.

Source: Giorgio Armani: The Man, the Brand, the Empire

Hina

 

I know it’s cliche,

but that’s the world’s way.

Sitting here in this dark cafe,

you are my dreams’ brilliant ray.

Because of you I wanna say,

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Dreamers

“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.”
– T. E. Lawrence, The Seven Pillars of Wisdom

Slavery

“While I was fighting, I heard other people speaking in the name of freedom, and the more they defended this unique right, the more enslaved they seemed to be to their parents’ wishes, to a marriage in which they had promised to stay with the other person “for the rest of their lives,” to the bathroom scales, to their diet, to half-finished projects, to lovers to whom they were incapable of saying “No” or “It’s over,” to weekends when they were obliged to have lunch with people they didn’t even like. Slaves to luxury, to the appearance of luxury, to the appearance of the appearance of luxury. Slaves to a life they had not chosen, but which they had decided to live because someone had managed to convince them that it was all for the best.”
– Paulo Coelho. the Zahir (p. 9)

To Sufi by Alama Iqbal

I translated this poem in my freshman year for my English class:

This is a world of miracles for you.
But for me, this is the world of coincidences.

The world of fantasies is poor,
But poorer is the world of birth and death.

It is no wonder that your sight will change everything,
The world of possibilities is calling you.

A Poem by Mirza Ghalib

Mirza Ghalib was the one of greatest poet in the Indian history. I translated this back in my college days.

I look at the joys of the world, as I look at the dust.
Crying used to give me peace but now even my eyes have run dried.

When I am dead, wind might take my dust to my destination.
Because now I have no more willpower to keep going.

For whom are these preparations of welcome, who is this lover from the heaven?
All I see is flowers, and nothing else.

My love has left me capable of nothing.
Now I just wish to live quietly somewhere.

Asad, my poetry is for times past.
It is useless to write, when no one understands.

The Coolest Professions

Other day on TV, I saw some archaeologist digging up dinosaur bones. It looked so much fun, they are out in sun, in mud, discovering lost history. Archaeologist has to be the best job in the world. Of course, my childhood heroes were all archaeologists, Indiana Jones, Lara Croft. So I might be a bit biased.

Other cool professions, I think, are photographer and writer.

As a photographer, you work when you want, where you want. Not all type of photographers have this freedom. But a travel/adventure photographer can do it.

And as a writer, you can also work when & where you want. Write in a coffee shop, on beach, in pool, while camping. You don’t even need anything more advanced than pen & paper. You can always type it later or have someone else do it for you.

Stars & Moon

This poem was written by my favorite poet Alama Iqbal. I translated it for a class during my freshman year.

 

“The view up here is the same as ever.
We are tired of shining and shining.

Our work is to walk, day and night.
Walk and walk and walk forever.

Everything in this universe is anxious.
Peace, whatever it is, does not exist.

Everything is being tortured by time.
Stars, man, trees, rocks, Everything.

Will this journey ever end?
Will we ever see our destination?”

“My friends,” replied the moon,
“O travelers in the field of the night.

Life happens because of the movement.
This is the old culture of this universe.

Time’s horse flies.
Because it is hit by the lash of desires.

On this path, it is not possible to stop.
Because death is hidden within rest.

Those who strived have left us behind.
And those who slept are crushed.

The end of this journey is true beauty.
It begins with true love and ends with true beauty.”

Alama Iqbal’s Poem

You are neither for this earth nor for that sky.
The world is for you; you are not for the world.

This garden is the place for pain and prayer.
Not for picking flowers or for building a nest.

How long will you stay in the Ravi, Nile, and Farat?
Your ship was built for endless oceans.

It was nothing, what we have made it.
We made it more, just for our fantasies.

Once I Fell in Love

In this hot desert heat
you were a cool breeze

gone in a moment just as you came
leaving me behind to wonder if you will ever return

to mess up my hair
to touch my thirsty lips softly

you were a sweet dream
vanished with the stars in the morning

leaving me to wake up in the blinding sunlight
to look for a shade where there are no trees

you were a beautiful song
which I cannot hear anymore in this noise

I tried dancing to you
but there was no floor

a wish which cannot be fulfilled, a desire which will never die
my hope was in vain but I held on to it.

you were a magic happened in a blink of an eye
just as a shooting star disappears in the night sky

you were a poem written with an ink
on paper left in the rain, washed away before I could read.

Poem By Mir Taqi

A sad poem by Mir Taqi:

Stop crying, this is just the beginning of love.
Hold on and see what will be next.

In the morning, there were voices in the caravan.
Let’s move on and let the sleeper sleep.

On this ground nothing can grow.
Please stop planting seeds of wishes in your heart.

These are marks of true love, they remain forever.
It is not possible to wash them away from your heart.

Time was more important than anything else in my life.
And Mir, I wasted my time foolishly.