31 January, 2008

Beauty, Charm, Admiration


All forms of beauty, like all possible phenomena, contain an element of the eternal and an element of the transitory - of the absolute and of the particular. Absolute and eternal beauty does not exist, or rather it is only an abstraction creamed from the general surface of different beauties. The particular element in each manifestation comes from the emotions: and just as we have our own particular emotions, so we have our own beauty.

Charles Baudelaire (1821–67), French poet. Curiosités Esthétiques,“Salon of 1846,” sct. 18 (1868; repr. in The Mirror of Art, ed. by Jonathan Mayne, 1955).



All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled. It is the secret of their attraction.

Oscar Wilde (1854–1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Erskine, in The Portrait of Mr. W. H., ch. 1 (first published in Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine, July 1889).



Bad artists always admire each other’s work. They call it being large-minded and free from prejudice. But a truly great artist cannot conceive of life being shown, or beauty fashioned, under any conditions other than those he has selected.

Oscar Wilde (1854–1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Gilbert, in The Critic as Artist, pt. 2 (published in Intentions, 1891).

25 January, 2008

Pick Me, Choose Me, Love Me!

I have come to believe that love happens. And when it does, it gets you whether you want it or not, like it or not. It almost seems as if it gives you a high, an energy that makes you think that whatever you have thought for yourself is right, what you have imagined will lead you to where we have dreamed to be one day. When love grows on you, it makes you believe that boundaries don’t exist, 'You and I' becomes 'Us', and that makes you sacrifice things that you never thought you were capable of living without, to the point that it starts reflecting in your identity. It’s all very surreal really.

But what do you do when you realize your short comings as a couple? What do you do when all that emotional drama and ecstasy doesn’t last and all the magic fades away? The politically correct answer would be to pretend to ignore it. Because we are raised to keep trying to work things out. Even when you know you are jumping into the fire, you are obligated to try. So, most of the times, we don’t stop it from damaging our identities, and choose to drag the fragile relationship with the baggage it cannot endure anymore. Why don’t we learn to stop in due time? And most importantly, if this is what the fate of most relationships is, why do we let it happen in the first place?

The thing is, we can’t save ourselves from the world forever. But we can learn to stop. Even when we are in love, stop for our integrity and self respect, stop giving up ourselves for the ones who are not worth the sacrifice. Stop ignoring the obvious symptoms of degeneration of love, and start understanding that when it’s over, it over! Happiness, joy, commitment, promises… all have a life. When love leaves you, it never looks back at you, no matter how hard you try. And when that happens, all you're left with is yourself. And when you are left with yourself, all you are going to need to forget that fake happiness, joy, commitment crap is that self respect & integrity that you lost a while ago for the love that left you standing still.

But what is it exactly that keeps us hanging on? From what I understand, sometimes, when we have ‘invested’ a lot in a relationship, we are reluctant in admitting that it’s going to be over. We want ‘The Memory’ to be true just because we waited very long for it to be true, dreamed too much for it to happen, even when the other person doesn’t feel the same way. But can you blame them entirely for not loving you anymore? What can you say? It happens, just like love. It happens. It is quite possible that people can’t love you back the way you want them to. So the right thing to do is to let them go. Trust me, starting over or even standing still cannot be as bad as living in the pretence of a fake-perfect-love-story.

Having said that, one should always keep in mind that boundaries don't keep others out, they fence you in, and so it would be terrible thing to say that people should aspire not to fall in love anymore. It’s a natural and most humanly act to follow. Just remember that there's a line that separates you from everything else in this world. Even love. When someone tries to cross that line, you either let them, or you don't. If you let them, you risk too much, so just be sure that it’s worth it. If you don't, just remember that it wasn’t worth you. Plus, remember that the ones that really disserve giving up your honor for will never ask for it in the first place.

~Isbah Z

23 January, 2008

Anger, Passion, Aesthetics

I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they happen to strike me.

E. B. White (1899–1985), U.S. author, editor. Interview in Writers at Work (Eighth Series, ed. by George Plimpton, 1988).


Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within.

George Meredith (1828–1909), English author. Modern Love, Sonnet 43 (1862).


I hate that aesthetic game of the eye and the mind, played by these connoisseurs, these mandarins who “appreciate” beauty. What is beauty, anyway? There’s no such thing. I never “appreciate,” any more than I “like.” I love or I hate.

Pablo Picasso (1881–1973), Spanish artist. Quoted in: Françoise Gilot and Carlton Lake, Life with Picasso, pt. 6 (1964).

03 January, 2008

Curriculum Vitae

The future shrinks
Whether the past
Is well or badly spent.

We shape our lives
Although their forms
Are never what we meant.

~ Dana Gioia from Interrogations at Noon

01 January, 2008

Summer Storm

We stood on the rented patio
While the party went on inside.
You knew the groom from college.
I was a friend of the bride.

We hugged the brownstone wall behind us
To keep our dress clothes dry
And watched the sudden summer storm
Floodlit against the sky.

The rain was like a waterfall
Of brilliant beaded light,
Cool and silent as the stars
The storm hid from the night.

To my surprise, you took my arm
A gesture you didn't explain
And we spoke in whispers, as if we two
Might imitate the rain.

Then suddenly the storm receded
As swiftly as it came.
The doors behind us opened up.
The hostess called your name.

I watched you merge into the group,
Aloof and yet polite.
We didn't speak another word
Except to say goodnight.

Why does that evening's memory
Return with this night's storm
A party twenty years ago,
Its disappointments warm?

There are so many might have beens,
What ifs that won't stay buried,
Other cities, other jobs,
Strangers we might have married.

And memory insists on pining
For places it never went,
As if life would be happier
Just by being different.

~ Dana Gioia from his widely acknowledged book, Interrogations at Noon.

Happy New Year

I never really understood the enthusiasm involved in celebrating the New Year. Celebrating the mistakes that we have made and laying ground for many other that we are about to make in the comming year. I mean, what's the big deal? But apart from my truely growing cynical self, the only thing that I always look forward to, cant live without watching and can wait a million years for - are the fireworks arranged for the new year celebrations. :D

These are truely mind blowing!!

New Year celebrations in Times Square, NewYork

New Year celebrations in Sydney, Australia

Happy New Year guys! (Whatever that means!) :)