It’s 2:04 am and my mind is, as always, wandering. This time my train of thoughts in on the track of ‘terms of endearments’ and how they differ in different cultures/languages.
For example, one pet name the Turks use for their children is ‘my little lamb’ (Kuzum); now imagine an Iranian parent calling their son/daughter ‘gosfand’!!
Or similarly, the English pet name ‘puppy’; which in Farsi would be ‘toleh sagh!’
Okay, now I wondering why us Iranians use animal terms as insults. I mean if in English you tell a guy, ‘you dog, you!”; it is not necessarily a bad thing (cough); BUT in Farsi, it’s an insult. All animal names are insults- lamb, dog, puppy, calf, cow, donkey (though this one is pretty much international. I beginning to feel sorry for donkeys; no one respects donkeys)
Now one that us Iranians and Arabs use, is ‘my liver’ (jigar’am)…which I often wondered WHY???!! Why the liver? Seriously? The liver??!!
UPDATE: I just googled functions of the liver, and got this:
production of bile, which helps carry away waste and break down fats in the small intestine during digestion
production of certain proteins for blood plasma
production of cholesterol and special proteins to help carry fats through the body
conversion of excess glucose into glycogen for storage (This glycogen can later be converted back to glucose for energy.)
regulation of blood levels of amino acids, which form the building blocks of proteins
processing of hemoglobin for use of its iron content (The liver stores iron.)
conversion of poisonous ammonia to urea (Urea is one of the end products of protein metabolism that is excreted in the urine.)
clearing the blood of drugs and other poisonous substances
regulating blood clotting
resisting infections by producing immune factors and removing bacteria from the blood stream
So, again, WHY?????
What does London’s weather and the Iranian Rial have in common?
1. They are both the main ice breaking topic of conversation (Weather for the Brits, price of US Dollar for Iranians)
2. Their fluctuation pattern!!
Why do the Brits insists on ruining the English language??!! It’s MERRY Christmas not HAPPY Christmas.
The next Brit who says Happy Christmas, I’ll reply with “…and a Merry New Year!” ;p ;p
May you spend each and everyday of 2012 having yummy food and shaking your booty to this beat:
There is an Iranian nursery rhyme that roughly translates as so:
Who was it, who was it?
It wasn’t me, it was my hand
It was the fault of my sleeve
The sleeve belongs to my coat
The coat belongs to my dad
I love reading up on the source and stories behind nursery rhymes…and when I don’ t find one, I use my sherlockum deductive reasoning to derive at one (aka, I make up the story).
Here’s how I think this nursery rhyme originated: Long long ago when the first president was sworn in, his mommy knew he would screw up soon. So she thought, hmm? Let’s see? Who can we blame all his future screws ups on? Long story short, she added the ‘Who was it? clause to his swearing in oath. To this day, this is how presidents around the world are sworn in-true story!
PS. The nursery rhyme does rhyme in Farsi
PPS. I totally made up the word ‘sherlockum’
PPPS. This has nothing to do with Bashar Asad’s interview today with Barabara Walters ;p
I’m one of those people who goes to bed with the radio on and wakes up with the news. I woke up with BBC World Service this morning. Tthe second piece of news in the headlines was the passing away of Dev Anand. I was still in bed and my first though was if mom had heard this news yet or not, was about to get up to tell her when I remembered.
It had been some time that I had forgotten that mom herself was no longer here.
Well, one of her favorite films was Guide . Mom, this is dedicated to you:
But during breakfast I got thinking…why was this one of BBC WORLD Service’s main news piece? I mean what percentage of their world wide listeners actually even know who he is? True, other than the sub-continent, Bollywood is quite popular in GCC countries (that’s why I grew up with Bollywood), and possibly maybe in Malaysia and Indonesia…but…ah well, that’s it then…that’s A LOT…the sub-continent may only be one part of the world but they make up a significant percentage of the world’s population…and with that comes power..consumer power…and with that comes attention…businesses (including BBC) love a single large (mostly) homogenous consumer group…which is way in supermarkets in London you would find Indian ethnic items (food, clothing, music, etc) in abundance. But if I need to get my favorite Iranian sweet (Shereny Ard nokhodchey), I need to go to that charming Iranian shop in Peckham😦
SOLUTION: I need to start a campaign urging Iranians to bred and multiply…forget population control…If you care at all about Nokhodchey, you would start having babies, loads and loads of them, tomorrow!!😉
RIP Dev Saab and thank you for making all those movies that gave mom so many memories and so many stories to tell me🙂
My first and only love is making a comeback
I’m the kind of consumer that doesn’t really care for brands–(except for one); I switch easily, all I care for is that I get the best possible deal for the best quality…right now I am an Android user but only because I like to customize my phone…(and coz iPhone fans are douche bags ;p)…but I’m still in love with my old phone–it was a Nokia…her name was Nikki (I name all my products)…she got kidnapped😦 … so I got Henry (my new HTC)…Henry is nice and all, but he’s no Nikki…I miss Nikki…Nikki belonged to the only non-blood related family I am loyal to—NOKIA
And Nokia is making a come back🙂
It launched Lumia yesterday in London🙂
I can’t remember where I heard this, but they say, Nokia may not be sexy, but it’s that old reliable trustworthy boyfriend you always turn to when you need a warm hug…Nokia is a friend…it may not be the friend you like to spend most of your time with, but it’s the most reliable friend you will ever have🙂
Here’s the vid of their launch:
Nokia UK – Nokia Lumia Live
PS. A little advice to my old friend, if you can learn anything from Apple is that marketing is all about creating a personal experience at the mass level…the best way to do that is to give your brand a face…iphone had Steve Jobs (RIP), McDonald’s has Ronald, KFC has the colonel Sanders…Nokia needs to find a charming charismatic personality to be the its face.
It was two years ago today; two years.
Two years since you took you last breath…though, you had bid your farewell 4 days prior to that. You knew you only had four days left; the last time you were able to clearly communicate, you told us…individually..we weren’t allowed all in the room…you said your goodbyes…but I didn’t say it back…I still believed you will win this battle again…till two days after that day…it was two years and two days ago it dawned on me you are not going to win this time…how did I know? Well, one thing you learn after living in a cancer ward for 9 months is when someone’s soul is about to leave..it’s in their eyes mostly…and their hands…cold hands…hollow eyes…I came in your room, I knew you felt my presence but didn’t open you eyes, I took your hands to massage it…they were cold, i dropped your hands, I opened you eyes…it was empty…that’s when I knew, you had two days…I phoned Afshin and Arash, and told them..two days! That’s how long it took…two days…and you knew…you had told us so.
I still have the last piece of writing you wrote on that 4th day;
I still have your mobile;
I still have the shoes you wore when we transfered you from Kuwait’s hospital to Iran
I still have the slippers you wore in the hospital
…and I still have those little spiral blue notebooks you bought 2 dozens of because you loved writing down notes
The only thing I haven’t been able to touch in the past two years, is the last note you wrote
I will, soon…the thing is, everytime I think I am ready, I …
Dad and sisters called today…they had just come from visiting you…I haven’t been since we last bid farewell…to me you are not there…you are not…you can’t be…