One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to reduce my many persona into just two. Now to do this daunting task I really have to get dig deep into my subconscious. Today, during one of my beach-stroll monologues, it suddenly dawned on me that the kind of pictures I take can easily shed some light into who I am.
Here are some of things my camera has taught me:
I tend to see the big picture rather than details
Today I saw a coworker I had not seen in 2 weeks; greeted her; had our usually small talk; smiled; nodded at the right moments. So that was a great conversation I thought to myself. Just as I was about to skip back to my desk, she asked me if I liked her hijab.
“Yeah, you changed the style, huh?”
She just stared at me, jaw wide open and finally it came out: “I have never worn any kind of hijab. For the New Islamic Year’s Resolution I vowed to start wearing the hijab. Today is my first day.”
Smack myself on the head. Huh!!!! She was right. HTH did I not notice it?
Well I guess it’s coz I tend to see the garden not the petals on an individual flower; the fountain not the water droplets; the whole flock of birds not the feather on one of them; the shirt not the buttons; the face not the color of the window to the soul; the playing field not the grass blades; the….I guess you got the idea.
A few days ago, a friend sent me a link on how to take great shots. One tip was to zoom in on an object. She herself took a beautiful picture of the dancing water droplets of a fountain in Marnia Mall. I think you can even see her own reflection in one of the droplets; the whole picture is very magical, simply bewitching. Now moi, I hardly even noticed the whole fountain; I don’t know the color of any of my friends’ eyes; can’t remember the shape or color of most of my clothing.
Here are some of my pitiful attempts at trying to notice the smaller things in life.
Palm tree leaves (Shewikh)
Same tree without flash
Footprints in the sand
Crack in the sidewalk
Dent in my car
I got this video from a ‘special’ someone on New Year’s Eve. Unfortunately I didn’t get to see it till now. I wish I had seen it earlier. I keep listening to it over and over again.
TO ALL MY FRIENDS
An old hobby of mine was collecting quotations, jotting down sentences that made me chuckle, mull or just stare into space. Films, books, songs, friends, ads, posters, graffiti, evesdropping, were all great sources.
I have decided to relaunch my obsession with “nicey” sentences [this and this] Here are some of my latest collection:
“Being a husband is like any other job… It helps a lot if you like the boss.”
“Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.”
“The more you complain, the longer God makes you live.”
“I used to be lost in the shuffle. Now I just shuffle along with the lost.”
My friend overheard an argument between his two sons, six and eight years old. They were discussing marriage. The youngest boldly declared, “I hate girls, and I’m never going to get married! “The older boy was more receptive.”Come on,” he said persuasively. “There are lots of good things about being married.””Name one!” came the challenge.The boy didn’t hesitate. “Well, if you’re watching your favourite TV show and the phone rings, you don’t have to answer it.”
Me for the past 2 months:
I am in love with life; can’t take my eyes off the serenity of the blue sky, stand in awe at the purity of humanity, and can only see greatness in the people around me. Then for no apparent conscious reason my mantra becomes: Life sucks; a reoccurring day dream of mine is to roll several times over people who piss me off—basically those who crossed my path–with a road roller.
I realized I was a thread step away from insanity when I started having a fist fight with the stereo of my car and when I got tired of that, I grabbed the tape flung the door open, threw the tape on dry asphalt of an unfamiliar ‘interstate’ highway and then furiously pounded on it with the heel.
Well that was my wake up call. Okay, granted I did have a long history of a love-hate relationship with my car, but the image of me being on unfamiliar road in the middle of no where was more than I can comprehend: Time for a change.
So I set off to analysis myself, find out what makes me tick and how to take that little drive on the road to happiness.
Result of my therapy session: My New Year Resolution list
Life is like having a cup of tea.
You sit by the side of the window, lift the cup and take a careless sip,
Only to realize, somebody forgot to put the sugar.
Too lazy to go for it you somehow struggle through the sugarless cup.
Until you discover un-dissolved sugar crystal sitting at the bottom…