A Human Sunday

Posted 15th Apr '12 1 comment Posted In Still Sundays
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 Still Sundays.

April 15, 2012.

 

It wasn’t until this weekend, last night, when I felt there really is something distinctive about this time of the year, particularly April 15th.

In 1865 on this day Abraham Lincoln was assassinated.

The Titanic sank.

In 1927 a great American asset, the Mississippi river, became a tremendous liability when the sky fell down in the form of non-stop rain causing the river to burst and cause one of the greatest floods in American history.

In 1986 on this day American warplanes bombed Tripoli in retaliation of Libyan terrorism.

 

2012 seems packed with events but time is passing in slow motion. It is only April 15th and so much ... read more »

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Still Sundays

Posted 4th Mar '12 6 comments Posted In Still Sundays

March 4, 2012

I had a dream the sky was such a fantastic blue that they were holding a contest to come up with a new name for this shade of blue.

My  team was made of the people with whom I am closest and we were trying to run our ideas by one another via email, phone calls, and text messages. At some point we got so absorbed in the process that we neither cared about this new color nor making the deadline of the contest.

My sister, in coming up with a name for this new shade of blue, had designed the most unique blue cards. My friend, (am)Erica, had decided to create a ... read more »

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A Still Sunday, particularly today.

Posted 25th Dec '11 2 comments Posted In Still Sundays
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December 25, 2011.

on criticism, on friendships come & gone, Keats & soul-making.

 

New York City is asleep although I have been awake for some time.

Silence is that music where we become instruments.

I have never experienced Stillness and silence this grand in New York City as this Sunday.

This is my first Christmas holiday and New Year’s Eve in New York City despite having lived here for over a decade. Usually I have always been “home” this time of the year, whatever that has meant: sometimes Lahore, other times Johannesburg or Durban, most often a farmhouse, my parents’, in California.

Last night I experienced New York City in a whole new manner. I ... read more »

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Still Sundays

Posted 18th Dec '11 3 comments Posted In Still Sundays

December 18, 2011.

Herman Hesse’s Demian.  “Tug on Anything at all…”  A fortune-teller who could tell all but one thing.

 

It’s not easy to leave New York City. A stranger-friend, an Italian Ph.D. student, must return to Italy tomorrow as her yearlong fellowship is finally over. And she is not ready.  I don’t think those who come to New York City for anything but an idea can ever leave that idea behind. At worst we carry that idea that is New York City with us wherever we go. At best, we return again.  And again.

Love is a hard idea to give up.

What will she miss the most, I asked her? She held back ... read more »

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Occupy Stillness. Viktor Frankl: the challenge of potential meaning to fulfill

Posted 20th Nov '11 3 comments Posted In Still Sundays
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November 20, 2011.

Still Sundays.

 

The New York City skyline never gets old.

I am getting older; I like it.

Love too never gets old.

This month is over, this year is over, my obsession with time, truth, and love continues.

What do I want to be when I grow up? A writer? A doctor? A teacher? A lawyer? A writer? This time I get to decide how I want to be, not who based on what.

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 People have recurring dreams. I don’t.

My latest obsession is putting into words this “recent” dream: I am in a field of teal colored dragonflies. They are everywhere. The field is on the edge of ... read more »

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