Monday, 8 August 2016

Arab Idols

I  finished the usual tedious chores, I don't watch TV often, if anything it's documentaries on my tablet or maybe the news if there is a burning issue, but since there is always a burning issue in the Arab world, so I make it a point to watch the news over and above, my Twitter feed, which at times looks apocalyptic.

But this evening, I wanted to watch Arab Idol. You know Arab Idol ? A copy paste of American Idol, except it's in Arabic.

Kentucky Fried Chicken (barf) and Pepsi Cola were sponsoring at some point.

Anyways, I like watching Arab Idol because I love music, good voices and talent...I think unconsciously I try to gulp down as much music as I can because there is a fear lurking at the back of my mind that one day maybe that too is going to be forbidden.

And while watching, I can't quietly watch, I must make remarks, comments, usually snide ones, sarcastic ones, not very nice I know, but hey they are on center stage not me plus who gives a shit they don't hear me, it's nothing personal...or is it ?

I am particularly hard on the "jury", not so much the contestants because that's their chance in life, they are beginners, with high hopes, but the Jury I can't stand.

Two Lebanese, one very moronic, more moronic than the from the Gulf, who believes she is the reincarnation of Queen of Sheba, and another Egyptian who can't tell his ass from a hole in the ground.

Anyways for me it's entertaining bashing these Jury idols ; the way they look, the way they speak, their pretense, their nonsensical sentences, their plastic surgery, their horror makeup, their crocodile tears, their egomania and their stardom based on pure garbage.

In that sense these Idols, are no different from other Idols in other countries's all the same statues...copy paste...erected and crowned by Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pepsi Cola.

Monday, 1 August 2016

One Day A Year

I have this secret wish, that at least one day a year I do not have to/be able to

- answer calls and not even hear the phone ring
- answer messages, whatsapp, emails viber
- wake up at a particular hour
- hear alarm bells
- see anyone - i mean NO ONE
- sleep when I want
- eat when I want
- laze around in total sloth
- no lists pending to be executed
- no letters, reports, to write
- zero demands, zero requests, zero expectations
- hear anyone complain about anything
- answer tweets
- clean, wash, wipe, dust
- answer any obligation visible or invisible - nothing, nada
- say to myself oh shit it's 3 pm oh shit it's 9 am, oh shit it's 5 pm, oh shit it's 2 am
- hear : don't be late, so and so is coming
- hear myself say : better be up to it you have an appointment today and tomorrow and the day after
- rush through coffee breaks because of appointments
- worry about bills getting paid on time
- worry about having enough money to pay bills on time
- bump into anyone by "coincidence"
- hear "Layla don't forget"
- hear any noise, like ANY noise , not even a buzzing mosquito

One day a year of total dis-engagement from the world, like Total, even in my Head...not for 15 mn not for 2 hours but for 24 hours solid.

One day a year I do not have to hear those words loudly or silently : you must you should you have to, you could...

One day a year when the words but / if only  -- are totally erased  from of any vocabulary, loudly or silently pronounced.

One day a year when I can say fuck you to the whole world, to their expectations, demands, obligations, duties, to what is said to what is not said, one day a year ....

One day a year where I can forget where I am from, my origins, my color, my race, my nationality, my religion, my sex, my looks, my body, my brains and my heart.

One day a year where it pleasantly stops, not death like stop, but pleasantly stops, like sitting by a river and the river don't stop but I stop, and just watch it take me gently away,  transport me like on a rocking chair, a cradle, a crib....

One day a year...just one day a year when I can say Fuck It to all of it.

Saturday, 15 November 2014

I am not the one to be intimidated...

I am not the one to be intimidated...

I will take you, in your presence and in your absence, shake you, turn you upside down ...and if I deem you fit, present you as a transformed gift.

I hope you read my words well...