Flash Plots was initially designed as a platform for practicing creative writing. The process involved, has gradually lead itself into a searching task and soon after has established as a concrete, task-defined dialectical discourse titled, Searching for the President in Tehran. More accurately, Searching for the President in Tehran was born on 22 November 2007 at 12:32 PM in Harborne Park, Birmingham. He travelled to Tehran from 14 December 2007 to 4 January 2008. He died on 27 of April 2008 at 1:36 AM just couple of hundred meters far from his birthplace, No. 12 Lesson Walk, Birmingham.
The content of this blog can be considered as the row-blocks , or better said flash plots of what Searching for the President in Tehran is. As a result, several versions as well as arrangments have been already produced by modifying the flash plots presented in this blog.
The current evolved version of Searching for the President in Tehran has been just sent for further consideration and assessment to a couple of people in the field, I've been introduced by a friend who has been truly encouraging to keep me developing this discourse and has helped a lot in edition and modification of these noisy flash plots into an integrated and relatively coherent framework. The final outcome (after further modifications) will be presented in one or the other possible means (most probably as a free-access frozen blog), as the main delivery of Flash Plots, a strategy to contribute in creative writing.
Thanks for the readers of this blog and those comments that I have received especially from the people in creative writing course, in particular Alison and Peggy. I send you both a hug from this room, although you are in different continents now. But who cares? Internet always can solve the problem....!!
This blog will remain unchanged in Internet as it is. Although, it contains lots of grammatical mistakes, word usage etc; however not changing the contents, at least in this platform, is a rigid way to keep the commitment to the principle idea behind the creation of Flash Plots.
This is the last post of this blog...
Sunday 27 April 2008
Saturday 26 April 2008
A Funeral for Searching for the President in Tehran
In current social condition, in which success requires a loyal commitment to one and only one statement "Save your time", critical thinking has an unavoidable drawback: It wastes your time...
(Jean-François Lyotard, 1924-1998)
The way I received his passing and consequently the way I kept on moving, was so even and humble...Sometimes I am wondering, how come I am able to be that calm and act in such a modest way...Just sometimes, though...
The first time I observed this behaviour, I can surely remember, was in my grandpa funeral...I loved the man and now, I’ve truly understood, he was the first and the most influential person, or better said master, that I had in my life....
He bought me the first book I've ever read in my life apart from my school books ... "Around the world in 80 days".... It was after the last exam of my primary school....One day in June 1984, Tehran...
And I couldn't have made a tear in his funeral....Even one...
Maybe I didn’t cried, because I had cried before. The last time I met him in my life was one month before his death...He was going to Isfahan...On that day I had cried... Something unexplainable but surely perceptible in me had told me: “this is the last time”...
I’ve always remembered him while Searching for the President in Tehran....The old fellow who died for his ultimate commitment to smoking...From that sense, I am definitely carrying his genes....
In the last 10 years of his life he was just reading and solving crossword puzzles. In the evening (except on Thursdays in which he had his poker plan with old party fellows, even during Tehran's demolition by Sadam's American bombs) he used to sit on his rocking chair in the dark and gaze at the wall...We were all well informed that during his gazing period, he is just not there and he doesn't want to talk to anyone...But I was rebelling this unsaid rule....Because, I was also well informed how much this old (according to his age), careless (according to my grand mom), and loser (according to my dad) master loves me....For me, when I was a child, the man was like a doll...I wanted him whenever I wanted him...And not surprisingly, I wanted him when he didn't want me....
For me, this man during his gazing time was like a archetypical sculpture, a true piece of art...I was so jealous of his mysterious gaze, incredible calmness during these moments and of course his carelessness (the characteristics that grand mom hated) to my grand mom nasty comments....But I didn't like his dirty feet....That was the only thing I didn't like in him...But, only because of that and nothing else, I put the poor fellow so many times in trouble...I was complaining to grand mum about his feet and grand mum used to start her show and perform as a hardcore metal singer on the stage and shout about his carelessness and the bad influence that he had on a child behaviour for at least 2 well prepared songs....10 minutes full....
But he was so calm and keeping on solving his crossword puzzle and shaking his dirty feet...Sometimes when my granny was very loud, he was just going to his room and sleeping...I’ve never seen them sleeping in a same room....
After 16 years of intensive listening to rock music, I can claim that my granny had the vocal skills of those icons such as Ronny James Dio....But she was a bit unlucky...Instead of being in Tehran and getting married in the age of 19, she could have been a star in New York, or London during late 50s, early 60s and could have contributed a lot in the direction and future formation of rock music....
She also had the potentials to cope with celebrity life style...
But now, that I truly discovered the skills in her it is absolutely late....she is too old to do the job....She currently suffers from progressive Alzaimer, which itself is not a big deal for being a rock star, but it implies a label that I can’t avoid. How can I convince music industry to invest on her? Not only because she has Alzaimer but also this kind of skills doesn't attract music producers anymore....
Several time during his gazing moments, I approached to him....Because he was like a energy source attracting me....I used to stay on his side and just look at him....I knew the rules...He is now going to ignore me....Ok, he will look at me now but he will be well annoyed....Now he is going to again ignore me....Old bastard, I am bored....Which galaxy you are?....Come back, I want to talk to you....I want to play....I want to complain....I want....And I don't give a shit what you want...
But the model that I had built to assess and predict his behaviours was ensuring me that after sometime (the time depended to which galaxy he was at that moment), he will look at me again...He will give me a smile and will hug me....and that was the orgasmic feeling I always wanted, although it required his destruction....
Now, I've realized that I was certainly destructing him....But he never complained....
During my orgasmic experience in his arms, I was mainly questioning about Gods, heaven and hell, why I have been born or why he is my grandpa or why he doesn't pray or why in Thursdays with his friends, they are very cheerful and keep on drinking coke (I've been told that it was coke)...
And he was just listening to me and rarely talking....
I think he was kind of thinking about these questions....That's why he was not talking....
And I think these questions interacted with his life....The last couple of years in his life he started praying and not drinking coke with his mates....Actually, in the last two years of his life, he didn't play poker or smoke (I know he smoked though, because I was the one bringing him cigarettes but that was just between us and was buried with him)...
I think those were the main reason behind his death...
But sometimes my model was collapsing....My model was not able to predict his behaviours during certain times of his gazing periods....Especially, during the time that he had less destruction from my grand mom (because she was simply not home)....I remember that one time I asked him about why people are crying in the funerals although they know that the person died is going to merge with God....He replied....
I don’t know...
And that was a massive collapse in my model....He doesn’t know?!!...He didn’t even hug me that day. Instead, he called my parents to come and collect me...Then, he went in his room and closed the door...He had never closed the door even when my granny was shouting...
That was a real collapse of my model...
That incident had been taken place before he started praying....When he was still drinking coke...He had had some coke that day, I think, before I had arrived....
My father said once to my mom (I heard them, but they don’t know) that when the old man is drunk, he is saying non-senses ...Apparently, once he told to my dad, that he feels something that it is not explainable or show-able but it is clearly perceptible by him and it hurts him badly....That's why sometimes he is crying when he is gazing at the wall....
And I can imagine how my father was listening to him with his fake smile...
Before his death, I read most of his books...After his death, I collected the rest and I have started reading them....6 years before, I heard from my mom that there are more books in my granny's basement and I went and found the hidden treasury....I didn't take the books....They are still there except one that it is here now....on my desk...
This is the last last book of my first master that I hadn’t read before....I am kind of in doubt if he read the book himself or not; because it has been published 6 month before his death....But I read it...Now, I can claim that I am his true evolution....
The book is titled "A childish portrait of Gods" which is kind of essay written by an unknown Persian writer...I haven't heard his name and further search in the internet didn't help either....The book is full of bullshit with some glorious paragraphs such as:
“The only delivery of great narrative in western societies i.e., the modern project, is providing more security in daily-life scale; not only social security but also political and economical stability which made the people not think about the origin of system itself, but act unavoidably as part of the system proposed. One historically validated product of this system was World War-II but it has been never addressed properly as an ultimate product of dominant great narrative in Europe. That’s why the world, soon after, started to be covered by Fundamentalism, which is the immediate and definite outcome of this system in post-war world. The only reason behind the continuation of great narrative is the historical belief about the credibility of modern project and assuming it as the only approach to provide security, although we all know that security is the main issue in the global perspective.”
I did finish the book last night, before going to see Rene...He came down from Manchester to attend in the funeral....A funeral for Searching for the President in Tehran...."Being Desperate in Manchester" was also with him....She changed her name so many times during "Searching for the President in Tehran" but I know her perfectly even without her name. The label that she carries is not important for me....
I am going there now; it is just one minute walk.... Maybe this close distant, is the reason behind my expectation....I have no expectation....It would be another funeral, like all other funerals....We are going to talk about politics, world economy, sex and will attack each other by stupid non-senses with funny covers....During, this stupid funeral many events can happen, such as collapsing Maria's ceiling, shooting exchange between Iranian and American boats in Persian Gulf, a sexual intercourse in Melbourne that I will be informed the day after, as well as a personal perception or even an inner modelling attempt to describe the rational flow in our conversations....
I am not expecting anything....People in the funeral will look at me in the same way that they have always wanted: A Persian guy who sewers a lot...Nothing less but nothing more either...
This is what they expect from me in this system...If I am not going to be in the way that they expect, they start thinking that something is wrong....And they feel insecure, and think that there is something wrong. But there is something wrong although we want to forget about it...
If nothing is wrong in some time or some space, even if it is not explainable, yet surely perceptible; why we are all gathered in this funeral?
But people don't care....I personally don't think that I care more than others....so fare enough...At the end of the day, I think we have all contributed in his death equally...
He will be certainly dead forever. The funeral will officially confirm that....
Lay down buddy, Sleep and later fly....The ocean will die too
The way I received his passing and consequently the way I kept on moving, was so even and humble...Sometimes I am wondering, how come I am able to be that calm and act in such a modest way...Just sometimes, though...
I am coming back now from a funeral for Searching for the president in Tehran and am thinking about the paragraph that I should write as the overall conclusion in my thesis....The conclusion which is not limited to the research that I've been paid for but also covers the results of all searching attempts that I have done while "Searching for The President in Tehran"....The research which initially kicked off while I was trying to forecast his behaviour when he was gazing into the dark...
The time that I was staring at him with one eye full of admires and the other full of jealousy and waiting for an orgasmic feeling in his arms...
(Jean-François Lyotard, 1924-1998)
The way I received his passing and consequently the way I kept on moving, was so even and humble...Sometimes I am wondering, how come I am able to be that calm and act in such a modest way...Just sometimes, though...
The first time I observed this behaviour, I can surely remember, was in my grandpa funeral...I loved the man and now, I’ve truly understood, he was the first and the most influential person, or better said master, that I had in my life....
He bought me the first book I've ever read in my life apart from my school books ... "Around the world in 80 days".... It was after the last exam of my primary school....One day in June 1984, Tehran...
And I couldn't have made a tear in his funeral....Even one...
Maybe I didn’t cried, because I had cried before. The last time I met him in my life was one month before his death...He was going to Isfahan...On that day I had cried... Something unexplainable but surely perceptible in me had told me: “this is the last time”...
I’ve always remembered him while Searching for the President in Tehran....The old fellow who died for his ultimate commitment to smoking...From that sense, I am definitely carrying his genes....
In the last 10 years of his life he was just reading and solving crossword puzzles. In the evening (except on Thursdays in which he had his poker plan with old party fellows, even during Tehran's demolition by Sadam's American bombs) he used to sit on his rocking chair in the dark and gaze at the wall...We were all well informed that during his gazing period, he is just not there and he doesn't want to talk to anyone...But I was rebelling this unsaid rule....Because, I was also well informed how much this old (according to his age), careless (according to my grand mom), and loser (according to my dad) master loves me....For me, when I was a child, the man was like a doll...I wanted him whenever I wanted him...And not surprisingly, I wanted him when he didn't want me....
For me, this man during his gazing time was like a archetypical sculpture, a true piece of art...I was so jealous of his mysterious gaze, incredible calmness during these moments and of course his carelessness (the characteristics that grand mom hated) to my grand mom nasty comments....But I didn't like his dirty feet....That was the only thing I didn't like in him...But, only because of that and nothing else, I put the poor fellow so many times in trouble...I was complaining to grand mum about his feet and grand mum used to start her show and perform as a hardcore metal singer on the stage and shout about his carelessness and the bad influence that he had on a child behaviour for at least 2 well prepared songs....10 minutes full....
But he was so calm and keeping on solving his crossword puzzle and shaking his dirty feet...Sometimes when my granny was very loud, he was just going to his room and sleeping...I’ve never seen them sleeping in a same room....
After 16 years of intensive listening to rock music, I can claim that my granny had the vocal skills of those icons such as Ronny James Dio....But she was a bit unlucky...Instead of being in Tehran and getting married in the age of 19, she could have been a star in New York, or London during late 50s, early 60s and could have contributed a lot in the direction and future formation of rock music....
She also had the potentials to cope with celebrity life style...
But now, that I truly discovered the skills in her it is absolutely late....she is too old to do the job....She currently suffers from progressive Alzaimer, which itself is not a big deal for being a rock star, but it implies a label that I can’t avoid. How can I convince music industry to invest on her? Not only because she has Alzaimer but also this kind of skills doesn't attract music producers anymore....
Several time during his gazing moments, I approached to him....Because he was like a energy source attracting me....I used to stay on his side and just look at him....I knew the rules...He is now going to ignore me....Ok, he will look at me now but he will be well annoyed....Now he is going to again ignore me....Old bastard, I am bored....Which galaxy you are?....Come back, I want to talk to you....I want to play....I want to complain....I want....And I don't give a shit what you want...
But the model that I had built to assess and predict his behaviours was ensuring me that after sometime (the time depended to which galaxy he was at that moment), he will look at me again...He will give me a smile and will hug me....and that was the orgasmic feeling I always wanted, although it required his destruction....
Now, I've realized that I was certainly destructing him....But he never complained....
During my orgasmic experience in his arms, I was mainly questioning about Gods, heaven and hell, why I have been born or why he is my grandpa or why he doesn't pray or why in Thursdays with his friends, they are very cheerful and keep on drinking coke (I've been told that it was coke)...
And he was just listening to me and rarely talking....
I think he was kind of thinking about these questions....That's why he was not talking....
And I think these questions interacted with his life....The last couple of years in his life he started praying and not drinking coke with his mates....Actually, in the last two years of his life, he didn't play poker or smoke (I know he smoked though, because I was the one bringing him cigarettes but that was just between us and was buried with him)...
I think those were the main reason behind his death...
But sometimes my model was collapsing....My model was not able to predict his behaviours during certain times of his gazing periods....Especially, during the time that he had less destruction from my grand mom (because she was simply not home)....I remember that one time I asked him about why people are crying in the funerals although they know that the person died is going to merge with God....He replied....
I don’t know...
And that was a massive collapse in my model....He doesn’t know?!!...He didn’t even hug me that day. Instead, he called my parents to come and collect me...Then, he went in his room and closed the door...He had never closed the door even when my granny was shouting...
That was a real collapse of my model...
That incident had been taken place before he started praying....When he was still drinking coke...He had had some coke that day, I think, before I had arrived....
My father said once to my mom (I heard them, but they don’t know) that when the old man is drunk, he is saying non-senses ...Apparently, once he told to my dad, that he feels something that it is not explainable or show-able but it is clearly perceptible by him and it hurts him badly....That's why sometimes he is crying when he is gazing at the wall....
And I can imagine how my father was listening to him with his fake smile...
Before his death, I read most of his books...After his death, I collected the rest and I have started reading them....6 years before, I heard from my mom that there are more books in my granny's basement and I went and found the hidden treasury....I didn't take the books....They are still there except one that it is here now....on my desk...
This is the last last book of my first master that I hadn’t read before....I am kind of in doubt if he read the book himself or not; because it has been published 6 month before his death....But I read it...Now, I can claim that I am his true evolution....
The book is titled "A childish portrait of Gods" which is kind of essay written by an unknown Persian writer...I haven't heard his name and further search in the internet didn't help either....The book is full of bullshit with some glorious paragraphs such as:
“The only delivery of great narrative in western societies i.e., the modern project, is providing more security in daily-life scale; not only social security but also political and economical stability which made the people not think about the origin of system itself, but act unavoidably as part of the system proposed. One historically validated product of this system was World War-II but it has been never addressed properly as an ultimate product of dominant great narrative in Europe. That’s why the world, soon after, started to be covered by Fundamentalism, which is the immediate and definite outcome of this system in post-war world. The only reason behind the continuation of great narrative is the historical belief about the credibility of modern project and assuming it as the only approach to provide security, although we all know that security is the main issue in the global perspective.”
I did finish the book last night, before going to see Rene...He came down from Manchester to attend in the funeral....A funeral for Searching for the President in Tehran...."Being Desperate in Manchester" was also with him....She changed her name so many times during "Searching for the President in Tehran" but I know her perfectly even without her name. The label that she carries is not important for me....
I am going there now; it is just one minute walk.... Maybe this close distant, is the reason behind my expectation....I have no expectation....It would be another funeral, like all other funerals....We are going to talk about politics, world economy, sex and will attack each other by stupid non-senses with funny covers....During, this stupid funeral many events can happen, such as collapsing Maria's ceiling, shooting exchange between Iranian and American boats in Persian Gulf, a sexual intercourse in Melbourne that I will be informed the day after, as well as a personal perception or even an inner modelling attempt to describe the rational flow in our conversations....
I am not expecting anything....People in the funeral will look at me in the same way that they have always wanted: A Persian guy who sewers a lot...Nothing less but nothing more either...
This is what they expect from me in this system...If I am not going to be in the way that they expect, they start thinking that something is wrong....And they feel insecure, and think that there is something wrong. But there is something wrong although we want to forget about it...
If nothing is wrong in some time or some space, even if it is not explainable, yet surely perceptible; why we are all gathered in this funeral?
But people don't care....I personally don't think that I care more than others....so fare enough...At the end of the day, I think we have all contributed in his death equally...
He will be certainly dead forever. The funeral will officially confirm that....
Lay down buddy, Sleep and later fly....The ocean will die too
The way I received his passing and consequently the way I kept on moving, was so even and humble...Sometimes I am wondering, how come I am able to be that calm and act in such a modest way...Just sometimes, though...
I am coming back now from a funeral for Searching for the president in Tehran and am thinking about the paragraph that I should write as the overall conclusion in my thesis....The conclusion which is not limited to the research that I've been paid for but also covers the results of all searching attempts that I have done while "Searching for The President in Tehran"....The research which initially kicked off while I was trying to forecast his behaviour when he was gazing into the dark...
The time that I was staring at him with one eye full of admires and the other full of jealousy and waiting for an orgasmic feeling in his arms...
Monday 14 April 2008
The last time that I met Searching for the President in Tehran
"It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you are supposed to use once and then discard
Wish I had more, more opportunity
More chances to remember something
You are personally responsible for
The entire strip to be washed away
Cleansed as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire"
Kurt Cobain (February 1967-April 1994)
I saw him like always, with tight jeans, lose T-shirt and dirty Converse. He came toward me.
- Ali, The man died...
- When?
- Yesterday, I heard in Voice of America...In the morning...
- How?
- They said suicide, but you know how...
- Overdose?
- What else can be?...It is all for that bitch...
- Ditch the bitch...
- We are all gonna meet up after the school...In Sasan's basement...His brother and the band are gonna play for Kurt...
- But I don't think I can make it
- Why?!!
- I have to study
- Fuck you man...Today?
- I can't..
- Fuck you pussy...Go and fucking shave!!!
And I didn't answer....I didn't go but I didn't study either....I spend all day in my room listening to Nirvana. Yasha called me in the night....We went for a walk and talking about Kurt and making stupid comments about his death...
But the man was dead, regardless to our comments and the stories we were making by our imaginations....
The day after, it was around 40 of us in a hidden corner of Alborz with a portable HI-FI listening to Smell Like Teen Spirit....Some bastards informed the school officials, and well, my parents should have come to the school and met the officials for the second time in one week....
Of course we found out who the bastard was and we treated him nicely after the school...
It is now 14 years after that day and I am still listening to the man...I have changed, many things have changed...Non of school mates are in my life anymore but the man and his voice is still around...
And I am still studying....And still like old Innocent days, sometimes I just stay in my room and listen to Nirvana...
In this 14 years I've learnt many things...I've lost and I've gained more than I was expected...And that makes me happy and satisfied....
But, I think, my roots are the same....
During these years of Searching for the President in Tehran, I have seen that freedom is the product of justice and can be sung only by knowledge...Although, it might be painful, but that's the only way to achieve freedom...Inside or outside, the rules are the same...
During these years, I wrote freedom on many walls...In Iran or in mine...I shout it in different inner and outer cells while I was in different part of the globe and I've seen how freedom can become cheaply ridiculous just like a loaf of bread...Just the survival, not the fittest...
It has been proved to me that if freedom is a right, you have to fight for it and if it is expensive you have no way but pay for it...
We are responsible animals but responsibility is just a personal choice...And this constant choosing/withdrawal struggle makes us to constantly lose something but gain something else...And I think that is the real origin of transformation regardless to its direction....
But roots remain unchanged.
He is like always, with tight jeans, lose T-shirt and dirty Converse... He is still studying while the dead man is singing...
Yasha is calling me...I think, regardless how personal it is, I should tell him that I've completed Searching for the President in Tehran through surprisingly quick spirtual simulation...As a true freedom fighter (although, not in my way) he is gonna be happy....
That you are supposed to use once and then discard
Wish I had more, more opportunity
More chances to remember something
You are personally responsible for
The entire strip to be washed away
Cleansed as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire"
Kurt Cobain (February 1967-April 1994)
I saw him like always, with tight jeans, lose T-shirt and dirty Converse. He came toward me.
- Ali, The man died...
- When?
- Yesterday, I heard in Voice of America...In the morning...
- How?
- They said suicide, but you know how...
- Overdose?
- What else can be?...It is all for that bitch...
- Ditch the bitch...
- We are all gonna meet up after the school...In Sasan's basement...His brother and the band are gonna play for Kurt...
- But I don't think I can make it
- Why?!!
- I have to study
- Fuck you man...Today?
- I can't..
- Fuck you pussy...Go and fucking shave!!!
And I didn't answer....I didn't go but I didn't study either....I spend all day in my room listening to Nirvana. Yasha called me in the night....We went for a walk and talking about Kurt and making stupid comments about his death...
But the man was dead, regardless to our comments and the stories we were making by our imaginations....
The day after, it was around 40 of us in a hidden corner of Alborz with a portable HI-FI listening to Smell Like Teen Spirit....Some bastards informed the school officials, and well, my parents should have come to the school and met the officials for the second time in one week....
Of course we found out who the bastard was and we treated him nicely after the school...
It is now 14 years after that day and I am still listening to the man...I have changed, many things have changed...Non of school mates are in my life anymore but the man and his voice is still around...
And I am still studying....And still like old Innocent days, sometimes I just stay in my room and listen to Nirvana...
In this 14 years I've learnt many things...I've lost and I've gained more than I was expected...And that makes me happy and satisfied....
But, I think, my roots are the same....
During these years of Searching for the President in Tehran, I have seen that freedom is the product of justice and can be sung only by knowledge...Although, it might be painful, but that's the only way to achieve freedom...Inside or outside, the rules are the same...
During these years, I wrote freedom on many walls...In Iran or in mine...I shout it in different inner and outer cells while I was in different part of the globe and I've seen how freedom can become cheaply ridiculous just like a loaf of bread...Just the survival, not the fittest...
It has been proved to me that if freedom is a right, you have to fight for it and if it is expensive you have no way but pay for it...
We are responsible animals but responsibility is just a personal choice...And this constant choosing/withdrawal struggle makes us to constantly lose something but gain something else...And I think that is the real origin of transformation regardless to its direction....
But roots remain unchanged.
He is like always, with tight jeans, lose T-shirt and dirty Converse... He is still studying while the dead man is singing...
Yasha is calling me...I think, regardless how personal it is, I should tell him that I've completed Searching for the President in Tehran through surprisingly quick spirtual simulation...As a true freedom fighter (although, not in my way) he is gonna be happy....
Tuesday 4 March 2008
The genealogy of Searching for the President in Tehran
"I think studying science is a good way to get into fields of humanity. The reason is, you learn what an argument means, you learn what evidence is, you learn what makes sense to postulate and when, what's going to be convincing. You internalize the modes of rational inquiry, which happen to be much more advanced in the sciences than anywhere else." (Noam Chamsky, Thinking about power, 2002)
I. Searching
1. Examining carefully or thoroughly: a searching inspection.
2. Acutely observant or penetrating: a searching glance; a searching mind.
3. Piercing or sharp: a searching wind.
4. To examine in order to find something lost or concealed.
5. To examine the person or personal effects of in order to find something lost or concealed.
6. Keenly observant
Searching and search can refer to the following topics:
* Mathematics
Search theory
* Computers and computer science:
Search algorithm
Boolean search
Tree search
Search engine
Web search
* Governmental
Military and police search
Social search
People search
Search dog
* Entertainment
In Search of..., Television documentary, broadcast from 1976 to 1982.
The Search (1948 film)
The Search (DS9 episode)
Search (TV series)
Searchin', a Leiber/Stoller song.
Searchin' (I Gotta Find a Man), a 2007 single by the Young Divas.
* Others
Job search
Search for common ground
Novelty search
Visual search
Searching for the preseident in Tehran
II. For
1. Intended to belong to
2. Suiting the purposes or needs of
3. Sensitive or responsive to
4. Appropriate or adapted to
5. With regard or respect to
6. In punishment of
7. With the purpose of reaching
8. In order to save
9. In order to become
10. As affecting the interests or circumstances of
11. By reason of
12. In spite of
III. The
Origin: before 900; First used in midland of Britain around current Birmingham. Middle English, Old English...The pronunciation of the definite article THE changes, primarily depending on whether the following sound is a consonant or a vowel. Before a consonant sound the pronunciation is [thuh]. Before a vowel sound it is usually [thee], sometimes [thi] or [thee]. The usual pronunciation is [thee], although is often replaced by [thuh], especially among younger speakers
IV. President
"Appointed governor of a province, chosen leader of a body of persons," from L. præsidentum (nom. præsidens) "president, governor," noun use of prp. of præsidere "to act as head or chief". First use for "chief executive officer of a republic" is in U.S. Constitution (1787), from earlier use for "officer in charge of the Continental Congress" (1774); it had been used of chief officers of banks from 1781, of individual colonies since 1608 (originally Virginia) and heads of colleges since 1464. Slang shortening prez is recorded from 1892.
V. In
1 in = 2.54 centimeters
VI. Tehran
Covering an area of 1500 sq. km, Tehran is situated in the north-central part of Iran, on the slope of the Alborz Mountain. As the national capital it is the most populated city in Iran and the center of cultural, economical, political and social activities. It is about 1200 meters above sea level and enjoys a mild climate. The highest peak in the Alborz range, Mount Damavand (5,671 meters, 18,600 feet) is an extinct volcano, which dominates the skyline of Tehran.
The beginnings of Tehran are unclear but probably occurred sometime in the 11th century. It is believed that, as Tehran had a pleasant climate and was green and fertile, it often came under attack from highwaymen. In order to protect themselves, the villagers made underground dwellings. Hence, the name Tehran (Tah - Ran), meaning "underground town" (Tah meaning under, Ran meaning town or place).
Tehran became a capital in 1789, under Qajar rule, replacing Shiraz in that function, and in 1796, Agha Mohammad Khan was enthroned there. His successor, Fath Ali Shah (1797-1834) continued the transformation of the town and had the Shah's Mosque (today, the Imam Khomeini Mosque) and Golestan Palace built, while Nasir ad-Din Shah (1848-96) enlarged the walls and commissioned the Sepahsalar Mosque.
During the 19th century, the centre of the city remained focused around the palace and the bazaar. However, Reza Shah (1925-1941) preferred to live in his palaces to the west of the town or in those of Sa'ad Abad, 10 kilometers to the north, and large avenues were cut to link these areas together during his reign. This was the beginning of the vertical north-south axis, which is so characteristic of Tehran.
With a population of an estimated 15 million, Greater Metropolitan Tehran ranks as one of the world's largest capitals. The aerial size of the city has also expanded to such an extent that the size of the city now exceeds that of New York. The skyline of Tehran is growing with an ever increasing speed - Construction cranes are scattered across the cityscape. New buildings are popping up everywhere, every month. Real Estate prices in Tehran have in the last couple of years reached levels that are comparable to New York City. It's not uncommon to see a two to three-bedroom apartment in Tehran going for more than $1,000,000 on the market today.
Tehran Museum of Contemporary Arts is one of the world's renowned museums of Modern Art which also houses one of the world's largest collections of contemporary Western art - The largest outside of Europe and the U.S.A. After the revolution of 1979, many of the "nudes" were kept hidden in the archives of the museum.
The former mayor of Tehran is currently the president of Iran.
Sunday 24 February 2008
Searching for the president in Tehran revolution
"The other question concerns this little corner of the earth whose land, both above and below the surface, has strategic importance at a global level. For the people who inhabit this land, what is the point of searching, even at the cost of their own lives, for this thing whose possibility we have forgotten, a political spirituality. I can already hear the French laughing, but I know that they are wrong." Michel Foucault, Le Nouvel Observateur, October 16-22, 1978
TEHRAN, Feb 17, 2008 (AFP) — An Iranian ayatollah died suddenly of a heart attack during an impassioned speech lashing out at insults against the family of revolutionary founder Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini in the run-up to elections. He had been responding to unprecedented ultra-conservative attacks against Hassan Khomeini, Ayatollah Khomeini's respected grandson, who had criticised mass disqualifications in the March election and military interference. He also quoted a letter from Khomeini from the early days of the revolution denouncing "reactionaries who attack the family and friends of the Imam Khomeini under the pretext of defending him." The manner of Tavassoli's sudden death underlines the tensions ahead of the March 14 parliamentary election. Hundreds of reformist candidates have been disqualified in initial vetting while the head of the Revolutionary Guards made a surprise announcement that the elite force favours conservatives in the race. Hassan Khomeini, who rarely makes comments in public, had bitterly criticised both of these events prompting extraordinary attacks against him by ultra-conservatives
Expressing a human need, I've recently liked very much coffee and cigarrettes in the mornings. Semetimes I also take a look to my old emails or letters sent by friends and family while enjoying my first smoke of the day.
11 February 1979
Dearest Searching for the president in Tehran
I just heard in the news about the passing of Searching for the president in Tehran revolution. My heart goes out to you in deepest sympathy Gods will be done. He has lived a good little life and he has gone to a better place now. You were expecting it and it was so nice you could have seen him on 9th February 2008 even if it was too short. You have my prayer and love and I will see you soon.
God bless you and his soul
Yours,
Searching for the president in Tehran revolution
P.S. Sorry, I forgot that I should have come for the coffee. As everything else wrong, it caused by a misunderstanding and can be sorted out just by saying "Sorry"
TEHRAN, Feb 17, 2008 (AFP) — An Iranian ayatollah died suddenly of a heart attack during an impassioned speech lashing out at insults against the family of revolutionary founder Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini in the run-up to elections. He had been responding to unprecedented ultra-conservative attacks against Hassan Khomeini, Ayatollah Khomeini's respected grandson, who had criticised mass disqualifications in the March election and military interference. He also quoted a letter from Khomeini from the early days of the revolution denouncing "reactionaries who attack the family and friends of the Imam Khomeini under the pretext of defending him." The manner of Tavassoli's sudden death underlines the tensions ahead of the March 14 parliamentary election. Hundreds of reformist candidates have been disqualified in initial vetting while the head of the Revolutionary Guards made a surprise announcement that the elite force favours conservatives in the race. Hassan Khomeini, who rarely makes comments in public, had bitterly criticised both of these events prompting extraordinary attacks against him by ultra-conservatives
Expressing a human need, I've recently liked very much coffee and cigarrettes in the mornings. Semetimes I also take a look to my old emails or letters sent by friends and family while enjoying my first smoke of the day.
11 February 1979
Dearest Searching for the president in Tehran
I just heard in the news about the passing of Searching for the president in Tehran revolution. My heart goes out to you in deepest sympathy Gods will be done. He has lived a good little life and he has gone to a better place now. You were expecting it and it was so nice you could have seen him on 9th February 2008 even if it was too short. You have my prayer and love and I will see you soon.
God bless you and his soul
Yours,
Searching for the president in Tehran revolution
P.S. Sorry, I forgot that I should have come for the coffee. As everything else wrong, it caused by a misunderstanding and can be sorted out just by saying "Sorry"
Monday 11 February 2008
Prelude to Searching for the president in Tehran revolution
Iranian revolution was the revolution that transformed Iran from a monarchy under Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, to an Islamic republic under Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini, the leader of the revolution and founder of the Islamic Republic. It has been called "the third great revolution in history," following the French and Bolshevik revolutions. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iranian_Revolution)
By looking at the wiki page related to Searching for the president in Tehran revolution, you will find a sign of Farvahar as the first picture on the left hand side, one of the first symbols documented in ancient Searching for the president in Tehran.
Today is the 29th anniversary of Searching for the president in Tehran revolution, an event which changes the history of my being, not only that; but also I believe, it change something in my genomes as well. I am kind of sure about that.
I think in order to trace Searching for the President in Tehran revolution, the image of Farvahar, the picture on the left hand side of the wiki page, is the best medium. But that is not the case...
I don't want to talk about the relatives nor the background. Today I just want to have my morning coffee with Searching for the president in Tehran revolution. Just enjoying being with an old friend and trying to freely experience him as he is....A man, with a body and soul....A friend, who has followed me everywhere even when I have had the most private moments. I saw him this weekend in my bed room. It was 5:00 AM and he woke me up....
- Sorry, have you got sleeping pills?
I was entirely naked. Beside me was a sleeping goodbye. So beautiful, innocent and peaceful like a marble archetypical sculpture of the feminie spirit made by evolution...I went down to find something for him in Andy's cupboard. Andy always has kind of things. When I came back, I just find a note on my pillow:
"Sorry, I have to leave. But I will be back soon. Would you like to have your morning coffee with me on my Birthday? It is on Monday. You did forget it, didn't you? No worries at all. I just want to have a coffee with you. It is a long time that we have said goodbye to each other…Stay cool"
Yes, I did forget it. But was it a real goodbye when he has been always following me like my shadow? I am kind of used to him. If I don't see him around for a while I will start panicking that something is wrong...I am sure we both like each other but we can't bare each other sometimes. At the same time, we need each other. I know he is always there and he knows I am always there. Not long ago, I disappointed him badly and he was kind of very angry of me. That's why I made a move and tried to talk to him, because I was sure he would be gone, if I don't do so...He told me what he was thinking. I tried to listen properly and think about what he was saying....From then, things have been quite OK between us, but I can absolutely feel something is missed. Is it word? Is it feeling? Is it a click?
I went again to bed. She was still sleeping. I tried to be quiet, but she looked at me with her sleepy eyes. By a very gentle move, she opened her arms while sleeping and without saying a word, hugged me tight just like a baby. Her mouth was literally surrounding my noose and I could have felt that her breathing smelled like the next morning, full of sunshine and colors.
Is it the right time to say goodbye?
By looking at the wiki page related to Searching for the president in Tehran revolution, you will find a sign of Farvahar as the first picture on the left hand side, one of the first symbols documented in ancient Searching for the president in Tehran.
Today is the 29th anniversary of Searching for the president in Tehran revolution, an event which changes the history of my being, not only that; but also I believe, it change something in my genomes as well. I am kind of sure about that.
I think in order to trace Searching for the President in Tehran revolution, the image of Farvahar, the picture on the left hand side of the wiki page, is the best medium. But that is not the case...
I don't want to talk about the relatives nor the background. Today I just want to have my morning coffee with Searching for the president in Tehran revolution. Just enjoying being with an old friend and trying to freely experience him as he is....A man, with a body and soul....A friend, who has followed me everywhere even when I have had the most private moments. I saw him this weekend in my bed room. It was 5:00 AM and he woke me up....
- Sorry, have you got sleeping pills?
I was entirely naked. Beside me was a sleeping goodbye. So beautiful, innocent and peaceful like a marble archetypical sculpture of the feminie spirit made by evolution...I went down to find something for him in Andy's cupboard. Andy always has kind of things. When I came back, I just find a note on my pillow:
"Sorry, I have to leave. But I will be back soon. Would you like to have your morning coffee with me on my Birthday? It is on Monday. You did forget it, didn't you? No worries at all. I just want to have a coffee with you. It is a long time that we have said goodbye to each other…Stay cool"
Yes, I did forget it. But was it a real goodbye when he has been always following me like my shadow? I am kind of used to him. If I don't see him around for a while I will start panicking that something is wrong...I am sure we both like each other but we can't bare each other sometimes. At the same time, we need each other. I know he is always there and he knows I am always there. Not long ago, I disappointed him badly and he was kind of very angry of me. That's why I made a move and tried to talk to him, because I was sure he would be gone, if I don't do so...He told me what he was thinking. I tried to listen properly and think about what he was saying....From then, things have been quite OK between us, but I can absolutely feel something is missed. Is it word? Is it feeling? Is it a click?
I went again to bed. She was still sleeping. I tried to be quiet, but she looked at me with her sleepy eyes. By a very gentle move, she opened her arms while sleeping and without saying a word, hugged me tight just like a baby. Her mouth was literally surrounding my noose and I could have felt that her breathing smelled like the next morning, full of sunshine and colors.
Is it the right time to say goodbye?
Thursday 7 February 2008
Where is Searching for the president in Tehran?
Salomon saith, There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon gave his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion. (Francis Bacon, Essays, LVIII)
It has been proved to me many many times that I am obliged to finish off the stuff that I've started....
Today, once and forever, I want to sort out the issue with this "Searching for the president in Tehran" little thingy...
Who is lab lab lab? Where is lab lab lab? How is lab lab lab?
I would like to faithfully confess that Searching for the president in Tehran is in me and I am in Searching for the president in Tehran...Kind of ultimate mutual interaction between two abstract concepts, me and a my surroundings....Logically, it deduces that everything related to me should be kind of Searching for the president in Tehran....So Searching for the president in Tehran is everything and nothing....A whole universe or just a magical electron....Physics says that there is no difference and all about is just the matter of scale difference....
Maths says too...
So maybe searching for the president in Tehran is some where in Super string theory or chaos mathematics...
I must have seen it some where...
I am sure I did...But I can't remember exactly....Like many other things.....When did I first heard about the puzzles and from who?
There are certain questions in daily life that answering them doesn't change anything particular in your life, but you die for the answer. You want to know the truth although it is as unnecessary as having another pair of shoes when you already have twenty. I still can solve puzzles and I will be able to solve them regardless to the knowledge that I am looking for....Solution is different from remembrance and of course narration from creation....
Maybe searching for the president in Tehran was in a train station. It was pissing down and he was waiting for some one who never came....
Maybe I saw his image on a cover of a book, titled "Trout Fishing in America" ...On that time, he was probably just a invisible dust around Brautigan's moustache or maybe just an unconscious feeling somewhere in the woman’s eyes....But he was indeed existing on the time that the photo was taken, although I, the one who I call I, was not existing at least in this time-space we labelled as reality....
Maybe it was some where missed in a conversation....You have to finish some thing up to the next morning....Perhaps, you smoked quite a lot. You had two shots of Whiskey and three cups of coffee....You are listening to The Tiger Lilies:
"...Murder is easy, Murder is fun. It's better than sex, I had always fun..."
You have to finish...But let me start to narrate my own version of it...
Your mobile rings...You don't know the number....You don't want to answer, because you are busy....But who is that number?....You are not answering....After 30 seconds, you call the number....
- Hi, I had a miss call from your number...
- My number?
- Yes, I just called back...
- If so, then you did have a miss call from my number
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Where are you?
- I am in my office...
- Now?
- Yes, I have to finish something....
- So you are busy?
- Yes, very much
- No time for a blow job then?
- Should be quick
- OK...
Just imagine how magical it is....a pretty sexy girl hooked on you in the middle of a boring office night when you are extremely devastated ....Five minutes after your pants is down and you have a sexy blond head going all the way, ups and down, on your little highway....Then she stays with you and helps you with your job...So you finish earlier than your expectation....You are very happy and of course very grateful for the help of your angel...
So you fuck her again....This time, hard enough to pay her kindness back....
I think you, yourself, are sure that this is the day...This day will become the most crucial point in your life. Why? Knowledge is not important because it doesn't change your destiny. Destiny decided that your life goes fantastic. You marry one day. You have a decent family and a wife whom you told once that she was the only love in your life....You progress, progress and progress....You get involved in politics and you will become the president of Searching for the president in Tehran....The most powerful man in the whole Searching for the president in Tehran...
But hold on....one day, you have a talk in the Parliament of Searching for the president in Tehran in order to suggest your life-time presidency....You are already sure about passing the rule....But reality is different from what we believe. You will see the head of the opposition with a woman....And you will remember her just by a sight....Fucking the same blond devil....
I am sorry; she was your Monica Lewinski....Just consider that things in Searching for the president in Tehran are not going as smooth as they are in America and of course you are not Bill Clinton...
Your government will collapse in the same day....People will up rise and United Nation will decide to interfere but before any one can do anything you will be hanged by revolutionary hard liners....Your wife will be rapped and killed...It will be in front of you eyes before your hanging ceremony....She will shout "I hate you" and bang....That's it....Her last words are going to be "I hate you" Yes, You....Your relatives will flee and your only 22 years old daughter will commit suicide in her holiday abroad, with his boyfriend while having sex with causing deliberate overdose by high amount of Heroin injection....
After some years you will become like Seyed Zia, Ahmad Shah or Shah Sultan Hussein...You even didn't kill enough to remain in the history....You are a total loser....
Searching for the president theory suggests that there might be two possible justifications for this dramatic trend in the narrated time series....First the music choice when you were working in your office could have quite an important role....You were singing with the song and it came back to you like a boomerang after some time....You were hanged and your wife was rapped....
I could have managed to verify this scenario quantitatively by some simulations..... I tried to simulate this time series by Searching for the president in Tehran's governing equations and I discovered that actually one of the teenager revolutionaries, the one that shagging your wife was his first sexual experience, was listening to The Tiger Lilies as well....Surprisingly enough, the same song....
Once, I decided to write a paper about the results of this simulation and I discussed it with my supervisor. He smiled and gave me a paper:
"Feedback Occurrences in Natural Evolving Systems"
So it had been discovered before. My simulation was just a narration of an existing theory.... A definite solution for a set of definite initial conditions....But I verify it through an alternative way.....By looking at it from Searching for the president of Tehran's point of view....
The second scenario that can be considered based on this framework is actually not the fact that you had fucked that blond bitch and then things came up in a nasty way....It was not even for the fact that you were absolutely corrupted in the power, or the fact that you were using cocaine extensively and became completely nuts and destroyed the whole Searching for the president in Tehran....It was not for the disappointment that you created for the nation....Also it was not for the fact that you lied to your wife and you had couple of mistresses, two sisters basically, one 28 and the other 34 when you bastard were between 58 to 61....You even asked them to have a threesome with you….Two sisters…And you loved it and I believe they did…But that wasn’t the reason….It was not even for the reason that sometimes you were wonking for your sister in law's 14 years old son when you had your morning showers....
No, The main reason was none of them....
Searching for the president in Tehran theory suggests that this is just the matter of randomness....All of us are the victims of circumstances and as every one knows shit can happen....
For instance on a particular day that many of us can still remember, a family in Kokar, a remote village in northern part of Iran, were watching the football match between Scotland and Brazil during the World Cup 1990....Many of us watched that match….I was not supporting Brazil but in their 9 members family, everyone was supporting Brazil....It was a free shoot...Branco was behind the ball...He shot directly to the head of number 10 in Scotland Team....He dropped like a falling leaf...15 minutes after he was sent off the pitch....Few hour afters he died....
And exactly the same time, yes, exactly exactly the same time, an earthquake happened in North of Iran and 55,000 people were killed including the whole family that I mentioned…
This is a true true story....No bullshit whatsoever....There is enough documents to verify this particular example of time synchronization. As Lorenz said "Flying a butterfly in China can create a massive storm in New York"
If you don't believe me, go and find out about these parallel stories by an easy search in the internet....
So basically, Searching for the president in Tehran theory is nothing but a medium to see the world through....Like all other filters, it has its own advantages and drawbacks....The most important issue is that it can justify certain events. For instance:
* Clemente the Basque coach, ex-Spanish national team manager, is going to sign with Iran....
* After the tragic wiping out of reformists for the next parliament election in Iran, Ahmad Borghani passed away in the age of 48. He was the governmental highest officer for newspapers during the reform period of Khatami....He was known as the Che of journalists....He was the member of parliament is the second parliament of the reform era, but he resigned and worked as an independent journalist....Once I saw him in a kind of exhibition....He was a fat smiley guy who could have been able to eat three portions of Chelo Kabab in a row....May god bless his soul and fill his stomach with divine Chelo Kabab....
* President Ahamdi Nejad launched the first Iranian satellite. US, EU and Russia expressed their extreme worries about the threat resulted from achieving Iran to the long distance missal technology. The same day Nicole Fardiani, The Persian photographer, died in his studio while working on his last collection of photos....He was terribly ill and was not able to talk in the last year of his life....
Based on Popper, the science aim is not proving the credibility of theories, but is concluding the discredibility of scientific frameworks....Therefore, as far as a theory works there is no justification to disagree with the theory and its outcomes....
That's why we have so many god damn bullshits around in Searching for the president in Tehran....
Searching for the president in Tehran becomes ridiculous....Life becomes ridiculous in Searching for the president in Tehran and even death....But from my personal Searching for the president in Tehran point of view, I still have hope....I think I can roll like the river of Searching for the president in Tehran...After an awful lots of inner trips, I realized that in Searching for the president in Tehran we have to survive because dying is too expensive.
Just as a proof for my last statement and to summarize what I think about where exactly Searching for the president in Tehran is, Take a look to this article that I've read today in Searching for the president in Tehran Post:
“According to the statistics published by high governmental offices in Searching for the president in Tehran, the related cost of funerals becomes a new financial crisis for middle and below middle class citizens.
These days when people lose a close relative, they are not only crying for the loss but also they are crying for themselves who are obliged to cover the costs of this loss.
Currently, there are more than 500 companies registered as funeral services providers in Searching for the president in Tehran. This emerging business has established itself as a beneficial title in the service industry. The total benefit of this business is now equal to a business like wedding services, which has traditionally established itself as the most beneficial business in this category.
The cost of priest would be between 300 to 50,000 Searching for the president in Tehran, depending to the fame of the priest, the location and type of lecture. The grave would cost between 80 to 150,000 Searching for the president in Tehran and the dinner will be between 500 to 100,000 Searching for the president in Tehran depending to the number of people and the number of dishes served.
For some people who can afford, the companies can offer special services. For instance if someone doesn't have enough relatives to come to the funeral, the companies can provide some staff in order to attend in the funeral. Each staff costs between 30 to 1000 Searching for the president in Tehran per two hours depending to the age, sex, appearance and outfit.
The companies can also provide professional staff that can cry in the ceremony and make your funeral very sad. Cost of these professionals can change between to 50 to 500 Searching for the president in Tehran depending to the service that they provide. Some professionals can pass out during the funeral or cry non stop and loud for 2 hours.
Nowadays, the cost of funerals is going to be more than the cost of weddings in Searching for the president in Tehran"
It has been proved to me many many times that I am obliged to finish off the stuff that I've started....
Today, once and forever, I want to sort out the issue with this "Searching for the president in Tehran" little thingy...
Who is lab lab lab? Where is lab lab lab? How is lab lab lab?
I would like to faithfully confess that Searching for the president in Tehran is in me and I am in Searching for the president in Tehran...Kind of ultimate mutual interaction between two abstract concepts, me and a my surroundings....Logically, it deduces that everything related to me should be kind of Searching for the president in Tehran....So Searching for the president in Tehran is everything and nothing....A whole universe or just a magical electron....Physics says that there is no difference and all about is just the matter of scale difference....
Maths says too...
So maybe searching for the president in Tehran is some where in Super string theory or chaos mathematics...
I must have seen it some where...
I am sure I did...But I can't remember exactly....Like many other things.....When did I first heard about the puzzles and from who?
There are certain questions in daily life that answering them doesn't change anything particular in your life, but you die for the answer. You want to know the truth although it is as unnecessary as having another pair of shoes when you already have twenty. I still can solve puzzles and I will be able to solve them regardless to the knowledge that I am looking for....Solution is different from remembrance and of course narration from creation....
Maybe searching for the president in Tehran was in a train station. It was pissing down and he was waiting for some one who never came....
Maybe I saw his image on a cover of a book, titled "Trout Fishing in America" ...On that time, he was probably just a invisible dust around Brautigan's moustache or maybe just an unconscious feeling somewhere in the woman’s eyes....But he was indeed existing on the time that the photo was taken, although I, the one who I call I, was not existing at least in this time-space we labelled as reality....
Maybe it was some where missed in a conversation....You have to finish some thing up to the next morning....Perhaps, you smoked quite a lot. You had two shots of Whiskey and three cups of coffee....You are listening to The Tiger Lilies:
"...Murder is easy, Murder is fun. It's better than sex, I had always fun..."
You have to finish...But let me start to narrate my own version of it...
Your mobile rings...You don't know the number....You don't want to answer, because you are busy....But who is that number?....You are not answering....After 30 seconds, you call the number....
- Hi, I had a miss call from your number...
- My number?
- Yes, I just called back...
- If so, then you did have a miss call from my number
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Where are you?
- I am in my office...
- Now?
- Yes, I have to finish something....
- So you are busy?
- Yes, very much
- No time for a blow job then?
- Should be quick
- OK...
Just imagine how magical it is....a pretty sexy girl hooked on you in the middle of a boring office night when you are extremely devastated ....Five minutes after your pants is down and you have a sexy blond head going all the way, ups and down, on your little highway....Then she stays with you and helps you with your job...So you finish earlier than your expectation....You are very happy and of course very grateful for the help of your angel...
So you fuck her again....This time, hard enough to pay her kindness back....
I think you, yourself, are sure that this is the day...This day will become the most crucial point in your life. Why? Knowledge is not important because it doesn't change your destiny. Destiny decided that your life goes fantastic. You marry one day. You have a decent family and a wife whom you told once that she was the only love in your life....You progress, progress and progress....You get involved in politics and you will become the president of Searching for the president in Tehran....The most powerful man in the whole Searching for the president in Tehran...
But hold on....one day, you have a talk in the Parliament of Searching for the president in Tehran in order to suggest your life-time presidency....You are already sure about passing the rule....But reality is different from what we believe. You will see the head of the opposition with a woman....And you will remember her just by a sight....Fucking the same blond devil....
I am sorry; she was your Monica Lewinski....Just consider that things in Searching for the president in Tehran are not going as smooth as they are in America and of course you are not Bill Clinton...
Your government will collapse in the same day....People will up rise and United Nation will decide to interfere but before any one can do anything you will be hanged by revolutionary hard liners....Your wife will be rapped and killed...It will be in front of you eyes before your hanging ceremony....She will shout "I hate you" and bang....That's it....Her last words are going to be "I hate you" Yes, You....Your relatives will flee and your only 22 years old daughter will commit suicide in her holiday abroad, with his boyfriend while having sex with causing deliberate overdose by high amount of Heroin injection....
After some years you will become like Seyed Zia, Ahmad Shah or Shah Sultan Hussein...You even didn't kill enough to remain in the history....You are a total loser....
Searching for the president theory suggests that there might be two possible justifications for this dramatic trend in the narrated time series....First the music choice when you were working in your office could have quite an important role....You were singing with the song and it came back to you like a boomerang after some time....You were hanged and your wife was rapped....
I could have managed to verify this scenario quantitatively by some simulations..... I tried to simulate this time series by Searching for the president in Tehran's governing equations and I discovered that actually one of the teenager revolutionaries, the one that shagging your wife was his first sexual experience, was listening to The Tiger Lilies as well....Surprisingly enough, the same song....
Once, I decided to write a paper about the results of this simulation and I discussed it with my supervisor. He smiled and gave me a paper:
"Feedback Occurrences in Natural Evolving Systems"
So it had been discovered before. My simulation was just a narration of an existing theory.... A definite solution for a set of definite initial conditions....But I verify it through an alternative way.....By looking at it from Searching for the president of Tehran's point of view....
The second scenario that can be considered based on this framework is actually not the fact that you had fucked that blond bitch and then things came up in a nasty way....It was not even for the fact that you were absolutely corrupted in the power, or the fact that you were using cocaine extensively and became completely nuts and destroyed the whole Searching for the president in Tehran....It was not for the disappointment that you created for the nation....Also it was not for the fact that you lied to your wife and you had couple of mistresses, two sisters basically, one 28 and the other 34 when you bastard were between 58 to 61....You even asked them to have a threesome with you….Two sisters…And you loved it and I believe they did…But that wasn’t the reason….It was not even for the reason that sometimes you were wonking for your sister in law's 14 years old son when you had your morning showers....
No, The main reason was none of them....
Searching for the president in Tehran theory suggests that this is just the matter of randomness....All of us are the victims of circumstances and as every one knows shit can happen....
For instance on a particular day that many of us can still remember, a family in Kokar, a remote village in northern part of Iran, were watching the football match between Scotland and Brazil during the World Cup 1990....Many of us watched that match….I was not supporting Brazil but in their 9 members family, everyone was supporting Brazil....It was a free shoot...Branco was behind the ball...He shot directly to the head of number 10 in Scotland Team....He dropped like a falling leaf...15 minutes after he was sent off the pitch....Few hour afters he died....
And exactly the same time, yes, exactly exactly the same time, an earthquake happened in North of Iran and 55,000 people were killed including the whole family that I mentioned…
This is a true true story....No bullshit whatsoever....There is enough documents to verify this particular example of time synchronization. As Lorenz said "Flying a butterfly in China can create a massive storm in New York"
If you don't believe me, go and find out about these parallel stories by an easy search in the internet....
So basically, Searching for the president in Tehran theory is nothing but a medium to see the world through....Like all other filters, it has its own advantages and drawbacks....The most important issue is that it can justify certain events. For instance:
* Clemente the Basque coach, ex-Spanish national team manager, is going to sign with Iran....
* After the tragic wiping out of reformists for the next parliament election in Iran, Ahmad Borghani passed away in the age of 48. He was the governmental highest officer for newspapers during the reform period of Khatami....He was known as the Che of journalists....He was the member of parliament is the second parliament of the reform era, but he resigned and worked as an independent journalist....Once I saw him in a kind of exhibition....He was a fat smiley guy who could have been able to eat three portions of Chelo Kabab in a row....May god bless his soul and fill his stomach with divine Chelo Kabab....
* President Ahamdi Nejad launched the first Iranian satellite. US, EU and Russia expressed their extreme worries about the threat resulted from achieving Iran to the long distance missal technology. The same day Nicole Fardiani, The Persian photographer, died in his studio while working on his last collection of photos....He was terribly ill and was not able to talk in the last year of his life....
Based on Popper, the science aim is not proving the credibility of theories, but is concluding the discredibility of scientific frameworks....Therefore, as far as a theory works there is no justification to disagree with the theory and its outcomes....
That's why we have so many god damn bullshits around in Searching for the president in Tehran....
Searching for the president in Tehran becomes ridiculous....Life becomes ridiculous in Searching for the president in Tehran and even death....But from my personal Searching for the president in Tehran point of view, I still have hope....I think I can roll like the river of Searching for the president in Tehran...After an awful lots of inner trips, I realized that in Searching for the president in Tehran we have to survive because dying is too expensive.
Just as a proof for my last statement and to summarize what I think about where exactly Searching for the president in Tehran is, Take a look to this article that I've read today in Searching for the president in Tehran Post:
“According to the statistics published by high governmental offices in Searching for the president in Tehran, the related cost of funerals becomes a new financial crisis for middle and below middle class citizens.
These days when people lose a close relative, they are not only crying for the loss but also they are crying for themselves who are obliged to cover the costs of this loss.
Currently, there are more than 500 companies registered as funeral services providers in Searching for the president in Tehran. This emerging business has established itself as a beneficial title in the service industry. The total benefit of this business is now equal to a business like wedding services, which has traditionally established itself as the most beneficial business in this category.
The cost of priest would be between 300 to 50,000 Searching for the president in Tehran, depending to the fame of the priest, the location and type of lecture. The grave would cost between 80 to 150,000 Searching for the president in Tehran and the dinner will be between 500 to 100,000 Searching for the president in Tehran depending to the number of people and the number of dishes served.
For some people who can afford, the companies can offer special services. For instance if someone doesn't have enough relatives to come to the funeral, the companies can provide some staff in order to attend in the funeral. Each staff costs between 30 to 1000 Searching for the president in Tehran per two hours depending to the age, sex, appearance and outfit.
The companies can also provide professional staff that can cry in the ceremony and make your funeral very sad. Cost of these professionals can change between to 50 to 500 Searching for the president in Tehran depending to the service that they provide. Some professionals can pass out during the funeral or cry non stop and loud for 2 hours.
Nowadays, the cost of funerals is going to be more than the cost of weddings in Searching for the president in Tehran"
Monday 21 January 2008
Searching for the president in Tehran's weekend
God,
Teach to the ones that you like
To love more in their life
And teach to the ones that you love
To like more than they love
(Ibn Arabi, 1165-1240)
- Is it your studio?
- Yes, come in please...
- So old….Is there any lamp here? it is so dark
- Well, there is one upstairs, in my studio...You have to climb the stairs in dark...Sorry, but you know....I don't have that much visitor here and I can climb the stairs even when I am asleep. Do you want me to take your hand?
- No, thanks...
- But you might fall down...
- I don't want to take your hand...
- But I am telling it for your seek
- I don't care...
- Be careful, the next stair is...
- Ahhhhhh, what was that?
- I wanted to tell you...
- It hurtttttttts...
- Sorry, but I wanted to...
- Hold my hand...
- OK...
- How many stairs left?...
- Just a few...
- So where is your studio?...
- I told you, just a few stairs...
- I am tired...
- I am too...
- Have you got a drink?...
- Yes, I have...That's why you came with me...
- Are you sure that was the reason?...
- At least I said so...
- And do you think that I wanted a drink?
- At least you said so...
- So where is your studio?
- Here...Open the door...
- Me?
- Yes, you...
- Why me? It is your studio..
- Now it is ours...
- Ours? He he...Don't tell me that you are that generous...
- I am not...
- You are not what?
- I am not...
- OK, let me go in, turn on the light for god seek...I feel we are in our grave
- OK...But we are...
- We are what?
- Never mind...
- Wow...What's going on here?...How many books you have !!! What is that cage?
- This is my pet...
- But there is nothing inside the cage...
- Well, I don't particularly like pets...
- So why you put the cage here in the middle of the room?...
- Because I want to have the feeling of having a pet...
- By cage?
- Because I don't want my pet hang around in my place...I am very busy...I can look after every mess that my pet can make...So I want to keep it in the cage...
- But it is cruel....You have to take it out sometimes...What is that portrait on the wall?
- Which one?...
- The one without the face...
- That's me....When I was student...
- You look much younger now...
- Thank you, should I take it as a compliment?
- I don't know...
- Thanks any way...
- You are welcome...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you like to have a drink?
- mmmm, yeah, good idea...What do you have?
- Wine...Red wine...
- I am OK...
- So you want?
- What do you want?
- I asked you do you want red wine?
- Yes...I am OK with a glass of red wine...
- Let me wash the glasses...
- I can wash....I like to see your kitchen as well...
- It is there at the end of corridor, on the left...
- Nice little kitchen...Nice for a couple...
- But I am single...
- I know...That's why I am here...
- So you lied to me when you said I want a drink?
- So you lied to me when you proposed me a drink?
- ...
- ...
- ...
- What do you have to wash the glasses?
- Water and memories...
- Where can I pick some memories?
- There...In the cupboard...
- But they are expired...They are no good anymore...
- So take some from the stairs...
- But it is dark… Also they are painful...
- Well, we have a bit here as well...
- Where?
- Here, in my studio...
- No, we haven't had any memory yet...
- But we have talked...
- That is not memory...
- So what is the memory?
- It is deeds not words...
- You mean together?
- Can be together as well...
- But we haven't had any memory together...Ah, but you opened the door, here you go...
- But I just opened the door
- But you made a memory...
- That's not counted...
- You are chicky...
- You are stupid...
- Why you are insulting me?
- Why are you insulting me?
- Whatever...Why?
- ...
- ...
- Let's drink from the bottle...
- You first...
- OK...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- I want to smoke...
- I want too...
- Do you want to smoke from my cigarettes?
- mmmmmmm, yeah...Thanks...
- Let's go and sit on the sofa...
- OK...
- I like your sofa...
- I like it to...
- Do you like something else?
- I like you sitting on my sofa...
- Really?
- Yeah...Why do you think you are here?...
- Then we can have a memory together...
- Exactly...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Have you been single for a long time?...
- Well, somehow yes, somehow no...
- What does that mean?
- I don't know...
- Do you like anyone?
- I told I do...I like you..
- You told you like my sitting on your sofa...
- What is the difference?
- I don't know...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you like me a little or more?...
- I don't know...
- How come you don't know?...
- Because I don't know you that well...
- You don't know me that well??!!! So why am I here?
- I don't know...
- So you don't like me....You just want to use me...
- Nooooo...
- Yes, you men are all like that....Just abusers...I am going...
- Please...Why you are like that?
- Why are you like that?
- OK, whatever...
- Whatever what?
- I like you...
- You are lying...I am going...
- Why should I lie?
- I don't know
- I like you...
- You are lying...You are not able to prove it...
- How should I prove?...
- Don't touch me...
- Sorry...
- You see...You don't like me...You like...
- OK, OK...Let's play, how do you want me to prove?
- By your word...
- But I did...I told you…
- No, that was a lie, you bullshit...
- So how do you want me to prove?...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Say S to show me how much you like my being in your studio...
- SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
- Say E to show me how much you are bullshiting
- e
- Nice liitle e....OK I believe....
- :)
-Say A to express how much you are not bullshiting
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
- Say R to show how much you liked me when you first saw me
- RRRRRRRRRRR
- Say C if you where thinking to hunt me...
- C
- Just that?
- C
- Do you know Spanish? Say H to show me how much you know Spanish...
- h
- Just a little you mean?....Ok, Say I and consider I am leaving now...
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Say N to beg me to stay...
- NNNNNNNNNNN
- So You are begging me?
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- Say, G and consider I turn back at the door and look at you again, I am not sure if I should go or not...
- g
- So I will stay more...
- :)))))))
- ...
- ...
- Say F to tell me how much you like my eyes...
- FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
- Say O to tell me how much you want to kiss me....
- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
- Say R to show how much you hate my shoes...
- r
- So you hate them?....If you hate my shoes, you can't like me king bullshit....I am leaving...
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- What did you say? How did you know that I wanted to ask you T and H?
- ...
- You are silly....
- ;)
- Say E if I am right
- e
- So sweet....Say it again...
- e
- mmmm, I like it....Say P to show me how much I should like it
- PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
- Say R to show me how much you like my neck...
- RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
- I knew that bastard, you can't stop looking at it
-...
- Say E to show how much you like my legs
- e
- Just that?
- e
- You are flirting with me...you know I like when you say e?
- e
- You chicky...
- e
- So sweet...
- e
- I am thinking to kiss you, Say S if you like it...
- SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
- Say I and consider I changed my mind...
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Say D if you want me to kiss your lips...
- DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
- Say E if you like a French kiss...
- e
- Saaayyy iiiiiitttt agaaaaaaaaaiiiiiin
- e
- agaaaaaaaaaaiiiiinnn...
- e
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- I liked your lips...
- e
- Say N if you liked mine...
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- Say T if you want more...
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
- Say I if you want me to take my t-shirt off...
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Say N if you want to have sex with me...
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- Nice to know that horney little bull…Say T if you wanted to have sex with me from the first time that you saw me....
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
- What????!!!
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
- I can't believe that...
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT ?
- You fucking liar, horney asshole....So you planned to have sex with me from the beginning....You men are all like pigs....You just think about sex, heavy metal and football....I am going....Leave me aaaaaaaaaallllloooonnnnee....I will scream if you don't go off from my eyes...
- e
- Fuck offfffffffffffffffffff
- e
- I don't want to hear it againnnnnnnnnnnnn...
- e
- Leave me...
- e
- Please...
- e
- Don't do it again..
- e
- I liked you...
- e
- I wanted to kiss you again
- e
- I wanted to eat your lips
- e
- Say H if you want me to have sex with you
- h
- Say R if you want me to take your cloths off...
- RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
- Say A if you want to take mine offffffff...
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
- Ahhhhhhh, I love it.....Noooooo....Slowlllllyyyyyy......mmmmmmmmmm....Ahhhhhhhh
- ....
- Say N if you want me to....
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- ....
- ....
- ....
- ....
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- ....
- Thank you
- Thank you too...
- ....
- ....
- Do you think we are kind of together now?
- What???
- I mean, do you see any change?
- Change???
- We did something, didn't we?
- Yes, we did....So what?
- So it is a memory...
- Yes, it is....but just a memory
- So know we have a memory together...
- Yes, we do...
- :)
- :)
- May I ask you something?
- Yes, of course
- Do you like me?
- Yes, I do....What do you think?
- I don't know...
- Was it exactly the stuff you wanted to ask?
- ....
- Hey, I am with you...
- ....
- Come on...
- I mean...
- You mean what?...
- I mean we have a memory together...right?
- Yes, I told we did...But I think that doesn't change anything...We had had some memories from the beginning...
- But not in my studio....Things outside was not any special...
- What does make memories special?
- I don't know...But there is a difference...
- Why are you bullshiting? Go straight to your point...
- I am not bullshiting...Memories are special when they respond to some metaphors...
- What metaphors? What are you talking about?....We drunk the wine from the same bottle...DO you remember? What is the difference between drinking wine from a same bottle and having sex?...
- ....
- Tell me, what is the difference?...
- You are chicky bitch...
- I just told you the truth...
- ...
- Why are you turning your head from me?
- ...
- Come on, where are you going?
- I want to smoke....
- We can smoke on the sofa...
- Here is my studio...Smoking is allowed only in the kitchen...
- But we smoked on the sofa...
- That was an exception...
- What?
- Nothing changed...
- What do you mean nothing changed...Of course something has changed...
- You just said nothing has changed...
- That was different from smoking in the studio...
- What is the difference between smoking in the studio and having sex?
- You are a big bastard ....
- No, you tell me...What is the difference?
- ...
- ...
- ...
- I am going to smoke...
- Wait I am coming too...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you like me?
- I told I did, yes
- Can you die for me?
- I don't know...
- So you don't like me...
- Why should I die for you?
- Because you like me...
- Why should I compromise?
- Because you like me...
- But nothing changed...
- No, something changed...You like me now...
- So what?
- Now you should die for me...
- I am not playing your games anymore...
- So you don't like me...you wanted to have sex and that's it...Happy guy...You scored, ha? You are nothing but a piece of shit...I am leaving...
- ...
- Bye
- ...
- I told you I am leaving, bye...
- ...
- Byeeeeeeeeee
- ...
- Are you deaf?
- ...
- Fuck you!!
- ...
- ...
- e
- What? :)
- e
- Say it again...
- ;)
- please...
- ....
- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
- You can't imitate me chicky monkey...
- Say it please...
- No...
- Pleaseeeeee
- No...
- I am leaving then...
- OK...bye
- Say e before I go...
- I am not saying...
- :((((
- Don't cry...
- :(((((((
- please...
- You broke my heart...
- You had broken it before...
- Sorry...
- I am sorry too....
- Say e please...
- Do you like me?
- Say e please...
- I asked you do you like me?...
- You are a big bastard...
- Why?
- I begged you to say e...How cruel you are?
- I just asked you one question…I told e million times…
- Say it again
- I just said it again...Are you deaf?
- No, that was not special
- What do you mean?
- I want a special e for myself
- But I am not special for you
- Yes, you are...
- No, I am not…Nothing changed
- You are driving me crazy
- You said so…I am sorry
- I like you but I can’t compromise…
- What does that mean?
- I like you but I am not in love with you…
- So what?
- I can’t compromise then…
- And I should?
- Yes…
- Whyyyyyyyyyyy?
- Because you like me…
- You are driving me crazy…
- :)
- :(
- But, I like you…
- …
- I said I like you
- :(
- Come on, don’t be a kid…
- I am not…
- Yes, you are
- You are so selfish
- You too…You want me to compromise…
- You want me to compromise too…
- But you don’t have any choice…What else do you want to do?
- I don’t know...
- Here you go…
- You are bastard, bitch…
- I am just a woman
- But you are different...
- Why?
- Because I like you
- …
- …
- What time is it?
- It is weekend
- So I don’t care…
- …
- You look even
- I am not
- Are you tired?
- I don’t know…
- Let’s go and sleep…
- So you are not going?
- Well, I am thinking of staying if you don’t mind
- Of course, I don’t mind...
- So you compromise
- You did so
- No, I’ve chosen to stay
- …
- ...
- …
- Do you think we are dreaming?
- I think we are dreaming in our dream…
- What does that mean?
- I think when you are dreaming in your dream it means that you are in real reality but timeless so past and future can happen now or now in past or past in future…
- I can’t understand…
- Never mind
- But we are with each other now...At least I see it so
- Yes we are...I see the same...
- I have a strange feeling...
- What?
- Your pet is hungry...
- Shit, I forgot…Now, he doesn’t let us sleep
- He?
- pet I mean...
- Let me feed your pet...
- I can do that…
- No, I want to do that…
- OK
- :)
- :)
- I think she is sad...
- She?
- Pet I mean
- You think so?
- Yes, her eyes are so sad
- How do you know?…I can’t see anything
- Because I am a woman…
- …
- I think she needs a company...
- I can’t afford two pets, come on…
- Let it go and find her soulmate then... outside of this cage and studio
- Then I’ll be alone…
- So you want someone sacrifices for you?
- It is not someone, it is just a pet…
- But it has soul…
- I have soul too…
- She can be happy outside...
- But I can’t...
- You can too...
- How?
- You’ve already changed…
- You said nothing has changed
- But you have changed...I can see it
- How?
- You like me now, don't you?…
- So?
- Look at the picture on the wall….What is in the picture?
- Which one?
- The portrait that I asked you...
- It is me…When I was student…
- Look at it again...
- Whattttttt!!!...It is not my portrait anymore...It is a studio with a cage in the middle...and a faceless couple from back...
- Who is beside you?
- Me?
- The faceless girl sitting on the sofa?
- It is not for now....I mean it didn't happen in a studio!!!
- What do you mean?
- It wasn’t there… I swear it is a miracle…
- Who is that girl?
- I don’t know
- Are you sure?...
- I know, I knowwwwwwww, It is you…When we were student…
- You see…You couldn't have seen me in your portrait before....
- What happened after we took the picture?
- You don’t remember?
- No
- Nothing had changed? Ha?
- ...
- You left me...
- No...
- I told I like you, I can die for you…You told me I can’t compromise…
- I said so?
- Yes, you did
- So you are taking the revenge out of me…
- No
- That’s why you don’t want to compromise now?
- Not at all...Because I like my choice…
- And you didn't like me choice then?
- …
- Do you still like me?…
- I don't know
- You don't know?
- Yes, I do…But not more than I did when we took the picture…
- I could see your face in my portrait…You are much more beautiful now
- I told you the same…
- You said so?
- Yes, I did…
- I don’t remember…
- Never mind
- I love you…
- But I have to leave…
- It is weekend !!!
- I don’t care…
- But you said you have chosen to stay over…
- Yes, but I've changed my mind…
- You can’t…
- Why?
- Because you said so…
- I didn’t close any choice…
- You are breaking my heart
- You did it when we were student…
- I am sorry
- You said nothing had changed…
- I am sorry
- You told me compromise is not like paying for a t-shirt
- I am sorry
- Never mind
- …
- I want clean the kitchen, feed your begore I go
- You don’t need to do so…
- Never mind, I want to remember how much I liked you
- But it hurts me…Memories hurt me
- At least we have enough memories to wash all the kitchen, don’t we?…I mean both of us individually and together....I can't stand this mess in your kitchen anymore
- But you are leaving, aren't you?
- And?
- So why do you care?
- I care for my memories...
- I can help you…
- You feed the poor pet for god seek…
- OK
- Here is so dirty…I wish I could have cleaned it long ago…
- I know, but I told you....I don’t have that much visitor…
- But you should be prepared for visitors at any time…
- My pet is happy now…
- Make her happier…
- How?
- Release her…
- …
- Make the bottle of wine full of our memories and put it instead of the pet in the cage…
- What???
- Yes, that reminds you how much we used to like each other at some points in our lives…Although it was not in a same time…I think these memories should better stay in a cage...
- But it is so sad…
- It is not sadder than this poor pet...
- I will…
- When?
- She has already left…The cage is empty, you see?
- She should be happy now...Thank you...
- Why are you looking at me like that?
- Shall I stay?
- Yes, I love so
- I think I love so too
- Let’s go and sleep then…We are tired
- OK…Hold my hand...
- :)
- But before going to bed say e to show how much you love me
- e
- Again
- e
- I think I love you
- I am sure I love you too…
- We are dreaming, aren’t we?
- We are dreaming in our dream…
- So time is not important? You said so?
- Yes...
- So we might be dead...
- We might be, Or one of us...Or even we can be both alive but in different times...
- Whatever, I like what I have now...
- I just love it…
- Good night…
- Sweet dreams…
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
Teach to the ones that you like
To love more in their life
And teach to the ones that you love
To like more than they love
(Ibn Arabi, 1165-1240)
- Is it your studio?
- Yes, come in please...
- So old….Is there any lamp here? it is so dark
- Well, there is one upstairs, in my studio...You have to climb the stairs in dark...Sorry, but you know....I don't have that much visitor here and I can climb the stairs even when I am asleep. Do you want me to take your hand?
- No, thanks...
- But you might fall down...
- I don't want to take your hand...
- But I am telling it for your seek
- I don't care...
- Be careful, the next stair is...
- Ahhhhhh, what was that?
- I wanted to tell you...
- It hurtttttttts...
- Sorry, but I wanted to...
- Hold my hand...
- OK...
- How many stairs left?...
- Just a few...
- So where is your studio?...
- I told you, just a few stairs...
- I am tired...
- I am too...
- Have you got a drink?...
- Yes, I have...That's why you came with me...
- Are you sure that was the reason?...
- At least I said so...
- And do you think that I wanted a drink?
- At least you said so...
- So where is your studio?
- Here...Open the door...
- Me?
- Yes, you...
- Why me? It is your studio..
- Now it is ours...
- Ours? He he...Don't tell me that you are that generous...
- I am not...
- You are not what?
- I am not...
- OK, let me go in, turn on the light for god seek...I feel we are in our grave
- OK...But we are...
- We are what?
- Never mind...
- Wow...What's going on here?...How many books you have !!! What is that cage?
- This is my pet...
- But there is nothing inside the cage...
- Well, I don't particularly like pets...
- So why you put the cage here in the middle of the room?...
- Because I want to have the feeling of having a pet...
- By cage?
- Because I don't want my pet hang around in my place...I am very busy...I can look after every mess that my pet can make...So I want to keep it in the cage...
- But it is cruel....You have to take it out sometimes...What is that portrait on the wall?
- Which one?...
- The one without the face...
- That's me....When I was student...
- You look much younger now...
- Thank you, should I take it as a compliment?
- I don't know...
- Thanks any way...
- You are welcome...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you like to have a drink?
- mmmm, yeah, good idea...What do you have?
- Wine...Red wine...
- I am OK...
- So you want?
- What do you want?
- I asked you do you want red wine?
- Yes...I am OK with a glass of red wine...
- Let me wash the glasses...
- I can wash....I like to see your kitchen as well...
- It is there at the end of corridor, on the left...
- Nice little kitchen...Nice for a couple...
- But I am single...
- I know...That's why I am here...
- So you lied to me when you said I want a drink?
- So you lied to me when you proposed me a drink?
- ...
- ...
- ...
- What do you have to wash the glasses?
- Water and memories...
- Where can I pick some memories?
- There...In the cupboard...
- But they are expired...They are no good anymore...
- So take some from the stairs...
- But it is dark… Also they are painful...
- Well, we have a bit here as well...
- Where?
- Here, in my studio...
- No, we haven't had any memory yet...
- But we have talked...
- That is not memory...
- So what is the memory?
- It is deeds not words...
- You mean together?
- Can be together as well...
- But we haven't had any memory together...Ah, but you opened the door, here you go...
- But I just opened the door
- But you made a memory...
- That's not counted...
- You are chicky...
- You are stupid...
- Why you are insulting me?
- Why are you insulting me?
- Whatever...Why?
- ...
- ...
- Let's drink from the bottle...
- You first...
- OK...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- I want to smoke...
- I want too...
- Do you want to smoke from my cigarettes?
- mmmmmmm, yeah...Thanks...
- Let's go and sit on the sofa...
- OK...
- I like your sofa...
- I like it to...
- Do you like something else?
- I like you sitting on my sofa...
- Really?
- Yeah...Why do you think you are here?...
- Then we can have a memory together...
- Exactly...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Have you been single for a long time?...
- Well, somehow yes, somehow no...
- What does that mean?
- I don't know...
- Do you like anyone?
- I told I do...I like you..
- You told you like my sitting on your sofa...
- What is the difference?
- I don't know...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you like me a little or more?...
- I don't know...
- How come you don't know?...
- Because I don't know you that well...
- You don't know me that well??!!! So why am I here?
- I don't know...
- So you don't like me....You just want to use me...
- Nooooo...
- Yes, you men are all like that....Just abusers...I am going...
- Please...Why you are like that?
- Why are you like that?
- OK, whatever...
- Whatever what?
- I like you...
- You are lying...I am going...
- Why should I lie?
- I don't know
- I like you...
- You are lying...You are not able to prove it...
- How should I prove?...
- Don't touch me...
- Sorry...
- You see...You don't like me...You like...
- OK, OK...Let's play, how do you want me to prove?
- By your word...
- But I did...I told you…
- No, that was a lie, you bullshit...
- So how do you want me to prove?...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Say S to show me how much you like my being in your studio...
- SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
- Say E to show me how much you are bullshiting
- e
- Nice liitle e....OK I believe....
- :)
-Say A to express how much you are not bullshiting
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
- Say R to show how much you liked me when you first saw me
- RRRRRRRRRRR
- Say C if you where thinking to hunt me...
- C
- Just that?
- C
- Do you know Spanish? Say H to show me how much you know Spanish...
- h
- Just a little you mean?....Ok, Say I and consider I am leaving now...
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Say N to beg me to stay...
- NNNNNNNNNNN
- So You are begging me?
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- Say, G and consider I turn back at the door and look at you again, I am not sure if I should go or not...
- g
- So I will stay more...
- :)))))))
- ...
- ...
- Say F to tell me how much you like my eyes...
- FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
- Say O to tell me how much you want to kiss me....
- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
- Say R to show how much you hate my shoes...
- r
- So you hate them?....If you hate my shoes, you can't like me king bullshit....I am leaving...
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- What did you say? How did you know that I wanted to ask you T and H?
- ...
- You are silly....
- ;)
- Say E if I am right
- e
- So sweet....Say it again...
- e
- mmmm, I like it....Say P to show me how much I should like it
- PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
- Say R to show me how much you like my neck...
- RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
- I knew that bastard, you can't stop looking at it
-...
- Say E to show how much you like my legs
- e
- Just that?
- e
- You are flirting with me...you know I like when you say e?
- e
- You chicky...
- e
- So sweet...
- e
- I am thinking to kiss you, Say S if you like it...
- SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
- Say I and consider I changed my mind...
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Say D if you want me to kiss your lips...
- DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
- Say E if you like a French kiss...
- e
- Saaayyy iiiiiitttt agaaaaaaaaaiiiiiin
- e
- agaaaaaaaaaaiiiiinnn...
- e
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- I liked your lips...
- e
- Say N if you liked mine...
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- Say T if you want more...
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
- Say I if you want me to take my t-shirt off...
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Say N if you want to have sex with me...
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- Nice to know that horney little bull…Say T if you wanted to have sex with me from the first time that you saw me....
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
- What????!!!
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
- I can't believe that...
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT ?
- You fucking liar, horney asshole....So you planned to have sex with me from the beginning....You men are all like pigs....You just think about sex, heavy metal and football....I am going....Leave me aaaaaaaaaallllloooonnnnee....I will scream if you don't go off from my eyes...
- e
- Fuck offfffffffffffffffffff
- e
- I don't want to hear it againnnnnnnnnnnnn...
- e
- Leave me...
- e
- Please...
- e
- Don't do it again..
- e
- I liked you...
- e
- I wanted to kiss you again
- e
- I wanted to eat your lips
- e
- Say H if you want me to have sex with you
- h
- Say R if you want me to take your cloths off...
- RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
- Say A if you want to take mine offffffff...
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
- Ahhhhhhh, I love it.....Noooooo....Slowlllllyyyyyy......mmmmmmmmmm....Ahhhhhhhh
- ....
- Say N if you want me to....
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- ....
- ....
- ....
- ....
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- ....
- Thank you
- Thank you too...
- ....
- ....
- Do you think we are kind of together now?
- What???
- I mean, do you see any change?
- Change???
- We did something, didn't we?
- Yes, we did....So what?
- So it is a memory...
- Yes, it is....but just a memory
- So know we have a memory together...
- Yes, we do...
- :)
- :)
- May I ask you something?
- Yes, of course
- Do you like me?
- Yes, I do....What do you think?
- I don't know...
- Was it exactly the stuff you wanted to ask?
- ....
- Hey, I am with you...
- ....
- Come on...
- I mean...
- You mean what?...
- I mean we have a memory together...right?
- Yes, I told we did...But I think that doesn't change anything...We had had some memories from the beginning...
- But not in my studio....Things outside was not any special...
- What does make memories special?
- I don't know...But there is a difference...
- Why are you bullshiting? Go straight to your point...
- I am not bullshiting...Memories are special when they respond to some metaphors...
- What metaphors? What are you talking about?....We drunk the wine from the same bottle...DO you remember? What is the difference between drinking wine from a same bottle and having sex?...
- ....
- Tell me, what is the difference?...
- You are chicky bitch...
- I just told you the truth...
- ...
- Why are you turning your head from me?
- ...
- Come on, where are you going?
- I want to smoke....
- We can smoke on the sofa...
- Here is my studio...Smoking is allowed only in the kitchen...
- But we smoked on the sofa...
- That was an exception...
- What?
- Nothing changed...
- What do you mean nothing changed...Of course something has changed...
- You just said nothing has changed...
- That was different from smoking in the studio...
- What is the difference between smoking in the studio and having sex?
- You are a big bastard ....
- No, you tell me...What is the difference?
- ...
- ...
- ...
- I am going to smoke...
- Wait I am coming too...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you like me?
- I told I did, yes
- Can you die for me?
- I don't know...
- So you don't like me...
- Why should I die for you?
- Because you like me...
- Why should I compromise?
- Because you like me...
- But nothing changed...
- No, something changed...You like me now...
- So what?
- Now you should die for me...
- I am not playing your games anymore...
- So you don't like me...you wanted to have sex and that's it...Happy guy...You scored, ha? You are nothing but a piece of shit...I am leaving...
- ...
- Bye
- ...
- I told you I am leaving, bye...
- ...
- Byeeeeeeeeee
- ...
- Are you deaf?
- ...
- Fuck you!!
- ...
- ...
- e
- What? :)
- e
- Say it again...
- ;)
- please...
- ....
- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
- You can't imitate me chicky monkey...
- Say it please...
- No...
- Pleaseeeeee
- No...
- I am leaving then...
- OK...bye
- Say e before I go...
- I am not saying...
- :((((
- Don't cry...
- :(((((((
- please...
- You broke my heart...
- You had broken it before...
- Sorry...
- I am sorry too....
- Say e please...
- Do you like me?
- Say e please...
- I asked you do you like me?...
- You are a big bastard...
- Why?
- I begged you to say e...How cruel you are?
- I just asked you one question…I told e million times…
- Say it again
- I just said it again...Are you deaf?
- No, that was not special
- What do you mean?
- I want a special e for myself
- But I am not special for you
- Yes, you are...
- No, I am not…Nothing changed
- You are driving me crazy
- You said so…I am sorry
- I like you but I can’t compromise…
- What does that mean?
- I like you but I am not in love with you…
- So what?
- I can’t compromise then…
- And I should?
- Yes…
- Whyyyyyyyyyyy?
- Because you like me…
- You are driving me crazy…
- :)
- :(
- But, I like you…
- …
- I said I like you
- :(
- Come on, don’t be a kid…
- I am not…
- Yes, you are
- You are so selfish
- You too…You want me to compromise…
- You want me to compromise too…
- But you don’t have any choice…What else do you want to do?
- I don’t know...
- Here you go…
- You are bastard, bitch…
- I am just a woman
- But you are different...
- Why?
- Because I like you
- …
- …
- What time is it?
- It is weekend
- So I don’t care…
- …
- You look even
- I am not
- Are you tired?
- I don’t know…
- Let’s go and sleep…
- So you are not going?
- Well, I am thinking of staying if you don’t mind
- Of course, I don’t mind...
- So you compromise
- You did so
- No, I’ve chosen to stay
- …
- ...
- …
- Do you think we are dreaming?
- I think we are dreaming in our dream…
- What does that mean?
- I think when you are dreaming in your dream it means that you are in real reality but timeless so past and future can happen now or now in past or past in future…
- I can’t understand…
- Never mind
- But we are with each other now...At least I see it so
- Yes we are...I see the same...
- I have a strange feeling...
- What?
- Your pet is hungry...
- Shit, I forgot…Now, he doesn’t let us sleep
- He?
- pet I mean...
- Let me feed your pet...
- I can do that…
- No, I want to do that…
- OK
- :)
- :)
- I think she is sad...
- She?
- Pet I mean
- You think so?
- Yes, her eyes are so sad
- How do you know?…I can’t see anything
- Because I am a woman…
- …
- I think she needs a company...
- I can’t afford two pets, come on…
- Let it go and find her soulmate then... outside of this cage and studio
- Then I’ll be alone…
- So you want someone sacrifices for you?
- It is not someone, it is just a pet…
- But it has soul…
- I have soul too…
- She can be happy outside...
- But I can’t...
- You can too...
- How?
- You’ve already changed…
- You said nothing has changed
- But you have changed...I can see it
- How?
- You like me now, don't you?…
- So?
- Look at the picture on the wall….What is in the picture?
- Which one?
- The portrait that I asked you...
- It is me…When I was student…
- Look at it again...
- Whattttttt!!!...It is not my portrait anymore...It is a studio with a cage in the middle...and a faceless couple from back...
- Who is beside you?
- Me?
- The faceless girl sitting on the sofa?
- It is not for now....I mean it didn't happen in a studio!!!
- What do you mean?
- It wasn’t there… I swear it is a miracle…
- Who is that girl?
- I don’t know
- Are you sure?...
- I know, I knowwwwwwww, It is you…When we were student…
- You see…You couldn't have seen me in your portrait before....
- What happened after we took the picture?
- You don’t remember?
- No
- Nothing had changed? Ha?
- ...
- You left me...
- No...
- I told I like you, I can die for you…You told me I can’t compromise…
- I said so?
- Yes, you did
- So you are taking the revenge out of me…
- No
- That’s why you don’t want to compromise now?
- Not at all...Because I like my choice…
- And you didn't like me choice then?
- …
- Do you still like me?…
- I don't know
- You don't know?
- Yes, I do…But not more than I did when we took the picture…
- I could see your face in my portrait…You are much more beautiful now
- I told you the same…
- You said so?
- Yes, I did…
- I don’t remember…
- Never mind
- I love you…
- But I have to leave…
- It is weekend !!!
- I don’t care…
- But you said you have chosen to stay over…
- Yes, but I've changed my mind…
- You can’t…
- Why?
- Because you said so…
- I didn’t close any choice…
- You are breaking my heart
- You did it when we were student…
- I am sorry
- You said nothing had changed…
- I am sorry
- You told me compromise is not like paying for a t-shirt
- I am sorry
- Never mind
- …
- I want clean the kitchen, feed your begore I go
- You don’t need to do so…
- Never mind, I want to remember how much I liked you
- But it hurts me…Memories hurt me
- At least we have enough memories to wash all the kitchen, don’t we?…I mean both of us individually and together....I can't stand this mess in your kitchen anymore
- But you are leaving, aren't you?
- And?
- So why do you care?
- I care for my memories...
- I can help you…
- You feed the poor pet for god seek…
- OK
- Here is so dirty…I wish I could have cleaned it long ago…
- I know, but I told you....I don’t have that much visitor…
- But you should be prepared for visitors at any time…
- My pet is happy now…
- Make her happier…
- How?
- Release her…
- …
- Make the bottle of wine full of our memories and put it instead of the pet in the cage…
- What???
- Yes, that reminds you how much we used to like each other at some points in our lives…Although it was not in a same time…I think these memories should better stay in a cage...
- But it is so sad…
- It is not sadder than this poor pet...
- I will…
- When?
- She has already left…The cage is empty, you see?
- She should be happy now...Thank you...
- Why are you looking at me like that?
- Shall I stay?
- Yes, I love so
- I think I love so too
- Let’s go and sleep then…We are tired
- OK…Hold my hand...
- :)
- But before going to bed say e to show how much you love me
- e
- Again
- e
- I think I love you
- I am sure I love you too…
- We are dreaming, aren’t we?
- We are dreaming in our dream…
- So time is not important? You said so?
- Yes...
- So we might be dead...
- We might be, Or one of us...Or even we can be both alive but in different times...
- Whatever, I like what I have now...
- I just love it…
- Good night…
- Sweet dreams…
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
Friday 18 January 2008
Who was searching for the president in Tehran?
Gold can be found only in darkness. Surprisingly the same, human beings can reach to completeness when they can retrieve their shadow and make it conscious. I prefer to be complete rather than a good man (Carl Gustav Jung 1875-1961)
1.
Things are not always in the way that we want...At least we precept like that...That things are not in the way that we want...
Why do I have to be bothered and write about Searching for the president in Tehran?...
Maybe it is because of this incident:
Once I had a dream about a dead infant...I saw my beloved one delivering a dead baby....She was laying on the bed....I approached to her and held her hand....I told her no problem honey, maybe next time...But she cried and I kissed her tears...Nine month after (this time in the time-space we know as reality) a girl, I don't know if it was the same one, was sleeping in my bed and I was working on my thesis....When I looked at her, I remembered that dream after a long time....The dream was born again....
Sending for the president in Tehran: Well, it can be...but this is just part of it....Is there anything else you want to tell me?...More cases?....More tangible memories for our therapy?
2.
Maybe it was that time....It was a hot early July day...Tuesday, 4 PM, The Artists House, Tehran....The creative writing workshop....
I still remember the story discussed in the class...But it wasn't that important, I suppose....Just the thing after, made the whole....
- So you just write in English?
- Well, I try to...But obviously not always of course...
- What did make you to do that?
- Because we should narrate ourselves with the medium that can be realized by the others who are interested to our narration...
- So you don't consider any interest here, in your motherland?
After he left, I forgot his name...It has been just wiped out...That was the only thing I can't retrieve from that day...what was his name? Searching for the president in Tehran?
No, it can't be...This is out of question...
Searching for the president in Tehran: Never say that....What do you mean out of question? Sometimes I believe that you are kind of interesting guy....But you just disappoint me.... Let me help you a bit...I can remember that day when I was driving you back home....You were in MAC and I was driving my cab...You stopped me and asked me: Harborne, brother?
Brother is a word used either by Muslims, monks or hippies...You didn't look like any, but I took you...You were reading a book....I asked:
- What is the book you are reading?
- It is not a book, it is a report...
- What's that?
- Women enlightenment in Iran: The basis of the 1,000,000 signature campaign
- What is it about?
- About some paradox in the law
- Are you studying law?
- No, I am studying engineering...
- So, why are you reading that?
- Because...
- You know man, You like women, don't you....Let me tell you something about women....women like to laugh...I mean, real laugh...That's the only thing they want...And you are a successful guy if you can do so....By any means, I mean...
- ...
- Sometimes, you think you should write essays in philosophy rather than doing engineering...Ha? is that the case?....But well, I think you are not ready...Why we love at most, when we hate?...Why we are limited, although we are the whole? ....Never try to find the answer, young man....your answer will come immediately after you learn your question...
3.
These things are not attracting me anymore....I didn't answer you....You drooped my in Selly Oak...I went to my office to check my program's outputs....
Apart from the research that I am getting paid for, I am doing some other crap with my numbers...I don't tell it to my boss because I don't get paid for it...
Genealogy of numbers...An Introduction to simulation of history: Genetic Migrating Algorithms....Some issues in psychology of numbers....Number's sexual aspects: Different ways for crossover...
When I don't find something in the outer world, I look inside...Inside myself or inside my numbers....Maybe I've been raised like that...You childhood effects....But once, not long time ago, I find a Gene in one of my output files....It was obviously an odd one....We call it shining baby....That's why it has attracted me....I analyzed it the whole night up to the time that some one woke me up....
- You didn't sleep well last night, did you?
- I am searching...
- Who are you looking for?
- Searching for the president in Tehran...
- Is it your PhD about?
I opened my eyes...No one was there....A second after the door was opened...Nancy came in with her smile...
- Oh, poor son...You were again in the office the whole night...
- Hi Nancy...Who was in the office before?...Someone woke me up....
- I guess it is my duty to come first in your office to clean up....I am getting paid for that....Is there anyone who wants to get my job?
- No Nancy, I think I dreamt...
- Oh, sweat heart, you are so sleepy...
Nancy left and I checked out my results...I could have managed the retrieve the information of a birth:
Searching for the president in Tehran: Carry on, I am keeping notes....Just a moment, please....I have a patient for god seek, Miss Drinking Cafe in Paris....Are you stupid or what?....How many times I should tell you that I am not answering any phone whatsoever when I have a patient....Don't switch the calls here again little girl....Sorry...Continue...
4.
"Today is 20th of March 1918...It is 7:30 AM local time...Here is Tehran, BBC office, British forces head quarter in Iran...Breaking news...The head of Iranian Royal Army, General Reza Mirpanj, interviewed with BBC representative in Royal Palace, Golestan...."
- So there is no king anymore?
- Don't worry, this county without a king is like my woman without husband...You have a husband honey, don't you?...
Man told that and continued shaving his beard...It was just a couple of minutes before, when he had finished his morning singing in the bathroom and listening to the drops of water falling from the shower...Then like every other mornings, he had looked how water was drooping from his skinny body...Water had hugged the man like a baby...He remembered, like all the other mornings, his infancy...When he was in the body of his mum...He felt how the water was enjoying him in its body....Why can't his wife have this pleasure?...
They did all the treatments....They even had gone to Mashhad and asked the Saint over there to help them....They started to do charity for the poor people in order to convince God that they deserve a child....Only a child....but nothing....No baby....
- Watch out...I opened the window, you will get cold
Woman was in the kitchen preparing breakfast....The radio was carrying on the news...
"General Reza Mirpanj announced that a temporary government will role the country up to the time that the Parliament change the constitution to a Republic..."
Friday was out, in the street...With the same surprising similarity to all Fridays....A bird was flying above the carpet of snow and the fireplace was burning with the sound of the bird....
- Listen, I think there is something going on outside...
She looked at him...
Their house had a balcony opening to the street....Some days that the man didn't have the feeling to listen to radio or work, he was going to the balcony and looking to the street...He was waiting for a miracle but not in the street....His miracle was like a train which never passed the village...
- Hey, I am with you man, go and see what's going on...
Some people were running ...
- What's up? Why are you shouting at me?
He looked at her...
She was around her 60...Slim and beautiful lady but deeply smashed....Her lips and her eyes had the curve of every day crying....
- I don't know...
They looked at each other...
- Like always...you never know why you are like that....
- Maybe again a dead body? I bet they again found a shot one...
Man went to his room...He was working on his last book: The history of Iranian revolution in 19th century, book II, the Tabriz movement....He was trapped on the last section...It was nine months from the time that he started writing the last section...But even a line....Whenever he wanted to work he felled sleep and and a same nightmare repeating...
- Why me? People have 12 children in this village and we shouldn't have just a one??!! I know why she is like that....I know why we are like that....I know....I know...I knowwwwww....
The woman came in and said:
- They said they found a dead body under the bridge...
- What?
- A dead body under the bridge...Let's go and watch...
- Why?
- Maybe we know him or her..
- So?
- We can inform him or her relatives...
- Maybe we are the relatives, let's go...
They walked to the bridge...Almost all the village were there but it was absolute silence....kids had climbed over the tree and were looking down the bridge anxiously....
The woman asked a young lady: Who was it?
- I don't know...
- Was he or she young?
- I don't know...
- You couldn't have seen?
I could have seen it ma'am....The body was turning to blue...Told the young man beside the young girl...The girl looked at him, smiled and turned to red...
It was a baby, ma'am...It was a little baby...
Man took the woman and went to the other side...
- Did you hear that? He told me mum...
Man didn't reply
She continued:
- Now, where do they take it?
- I don't know
- Do you think that someone killed the baby? Or maybe he or she just went to play in the river and got drawn?
- I don't know
- We didn't ask for the baby's age...
- Do you want to take a rest for a while?
- I think they will find the parents...Poor parents...
- At least we are not the parents...
- I wish I could see it
- See what? It is just a baby...
Man looked at her...How she was beautiful 40 years ago....He was always wondering how she could deliver a great part of her beauty to this age....It was not long ago, when they were laughing in their bed to the boys in her class who fall in love with her....They knew even a father and son who were both in her class after 25 years and they had been both in love with her...
Poor village...But They had never cared....In their bed, they were the most selfish couple ever known in the village...The poor villagers could not have even imagined that, because simply they didn't have even a baby....That's why they were thinking that they had a chance with the woman....
But the chance was like a train which never passed the village...
He was always proud of that....His wife was the most attractive woman in the region and she had chosen him not because he was rich or landlord....When he was 23, studying law in Paris with the king scholarship, he came back and fought for freedom with Satar, the national knight and Bagher, the national hero....He was one of the first revolutionary guys who reached to Tehran....After a year, he started publishing a newspaper....Then after 5 years he became a member of Parliament....In 6 months time, he resigned and was sent to the military jail for a 10 years sentence....The judge was one of his soldiers during the revolution...If not, He should have been hanged....He came out after 6 years because his friends again came to power....But he never came back to politics....They went back to his village of origin to educate the kids...That was the only way to achieve freedom....But, they didn't have any of their own....Even one...
- I am with you man....Shall we go?....I want to see the baby....please...
- Let's go...It should be now with Dr. Amiri
- Hi, mrs. Ziba, are you sleeping well these days?...
- Hi, not really Dr., but I want to ask something else...
- Do you have any ache some where in your body?
- Dr. Amiri, I came for different reason....they found a body...Have you heard about it?
- Yes...
- Where is it now?
- In the works...They put it in the wood storage...
- In the storage? A baby in the storage? How cruel you are!
- You know Ziba, the parents didn't come up...What can we do?
- So what will happen?
- We will wait till tomorrow....If no one comes up we will bury the body...
- If no one comes up, may you give it to us?
- What??!!!
- We will bury the body...
We will Bury the body Ziba??!! The man said surprisingly...
- Yes, of course....We will bury the baby so we can love it like our baby....I already love it...Was it boy or a girl, Dr. Amiri?
- A boy, around 4 years old with blond hair....That's the only thing we could say....The body is completely smashed....
- You see man? You always wanted a boy....My mum also had a blond hair....Do you remember when I was younger, the time that you felled in love with me, I also had a kind of blond/brunet hair....You remember, don't you?...Please Mazdak...Please....maybe this is our last chance...
Dr Amiri was looking at them with a couple of eyes like saucers...But for him the time was stopped....Mazdak felt that he could have heard something...The train which never passed their village....
And then, it was Saturday....With the same surprising similarity to all Saturdays....The same bird was flying over the gray sky and they were walking over the carpet of snow which was imitating the sound of a crying baby....
- There are many names...But, at the end I like none of them...I want my son to have a unique name...
- But Ziba, he should have a name if we want to love him...
- OK, we will find a name...don't worry Mazdak...Come on...It is getting late...
Mazdak was carrying the coffin on his skinny shoulders....They were going to cemetery but they were not in black....They passed from the village square...A man took his hat off when he saw them....A lady closed the window when they were passing in front of her house....and kids were playing carelessly like always...
- Let's go Ziba, it's enough...you have cried for the whole life of our baby....Leave some when he is getting older....When we have real problems....With his education, with his friends, with his girlfriends....with his marriage...with his children...come on....Let's go...
- Take my hand my dear...
They were twisted together like milk and sugar....No one in the village, or even in Tehran, could have said which one was Ziba and which one was Mazdak...
- Now, it is for us Mazdak, isn't it?
- Yes honey....It is ours ...
- We have to put a stone on the grave...
- Ok...
- We have to find a name for him...
- We will...Let's go...
They were going back to the village like a unique body....it was Saturday evening....With the same surprising similarity to all Saturday evenings....It was lots of noise coming from the village....They thought that the villagers should have heard about the changing of the government; however, the ringing of the villagers' fear was not that high for them to not hear the train which never passed their village....
Searching for the president in Tehran: ....
Sunday 9 December 2007
A flashback to "Searching for the President in Tehran: A prelude"
The genesis of mathematical creation is a problem which should intensely interest the psychologists. It is the activity in which the human mind seems to take least from the outside world. But surprisingly, it is the most successful way to discover the phenomenon which it has used least, i.e the outside world. (Henri Poincare, 1854-1912)
Many times and still, I have thought about that particular day, a moment in the history, we, I mean human beings, have realized how to use our thumb. Without any doubt, that was one of the most crucial discoveries of mankind in the history. We had come down from the trees and started making tools and means which ended at some points to wheels, swords, cultures, porn movies and finally nuclear energy.
Maybe my examples seem to be wired but I am the son of my time. Nothing more, nothing less...At most, if I am successful, I can narrate my time...
I am sure it was the history, the whole sequences of parallel time series in time-space coordinate, which made me to do something or confront with something or to be something at a particular time...
I, the son of my time, have different faces...
One face is a mathematical modeler...Kind of bullshiter...I am sorry for my language, but I am absolutely right...we are trying to model something that we still don't know what it is....Predicting the behavior of an unknown concept that we haven't realize what it is....Is it not a lie? But who cares? We get paid for it....
That's why we have many things...Airplanes, fancy cars, drugs, stock markets, wars and for instance computers...
I am using computers...
For me computers are like the mirrors for the ones who are truly using them...Kind of post modern dogs....I observed many synchronization between computers and human behaviors...
Because I had realized, long ago (is it important long ago or just a second ago? Memories have no dimension in time...They are just memories, a series of timeless images from the myths, dreams or past lives) that I still haven't been sure what should I model, I've started searching...Like a one trying to full a bucket with a hole...but I am still searching....I have been looking around for a long time....Sometimes in my computer, sometimes outside my computer....Sometimes in myself, sometimes out of myself....
But I still don't know what should I model. Moreover, I am forgetting many things related to my past:
As a child when did I first hear about puzzles? And from whom?
I still can't retrieve....But, sometimes hopelessly, I am keeping on observing....
A comment by "Searching for the President in Tehran":
From the time that my wife has left me, I am absolutely lonely...We lived the all our life together up to the time, some years ago, when her picture had felt down from the wall. I died and she left me alone....We didn't have any child but we were so happy with each other....Now, it is just me and bunch of memories which are fading from my mind gradually....A man, when he doesn't have a company, has to talk with himself or stay silence some where in a park or a pub and look at the people...I have chosen the second one, but people are passing without any attention...I am in between them but my mind is somewhere else....I am observing something but receiving something else....I have been always like that....I don't know anyone who is lazier, sillier, or more inconsiderate than me....I want always to be somewhere else....I can't get settled somewhere, just like gypsies....It is not dependent to my age or circumstances....I think it was a fundamental issue in my life and now in my death....For instance I don't know my exact name or my relatives....I don't know what I have or what I don't have....I have never looked at a mirror....So I am the one whom observed just by the others....The ones who can bother, turn to me and see who I am....Me, The one who still doesn't know many things....
But who cares?....I am alone and will be alone for ages, although I am dead....
Many times and still, I have thought about that particular day, a moment in the history, we, I mean human beings, have realized how to use our thumb. Without any doubt, that was one of the most crucial discoveries of mankind in the history. We had come down from the trees and started making tools and means which ended at some points to wheels, swords, cultures, porn movies and finally nuclear energy.
Maybe my examples seem to be wired but I am the son of my time. Nothing more, nothing less...At most, if I am successful, I can narrate my time...
I am sure it was the history, the whole sequences of parallel time series in time-space coordinate, which made me to do something or confront with something or to be something at a particular time...
I, the son of my time, have different faces...
One face is a mathematical modeler...Kind of bullshiter...I am sorry for my language, but I am absolutely right...we are trying to model something that we still don't know what it is....Predicting the behavior of an unknown concept that we haven't realize what it is....Is it not a lie? But who cares? We get paid for it....
That's why we have many things...Airplanes, fancy cars, drugs, stock markets, wars and for instance computers...
I am using computers...
For me computers are like the mirrors for the ones who are truly using them...Kind of post modern dogs....I observed many synchronization between computers and human behaviors...
Because I had realized, long ago (is it important long ago or just a second ago? Memories have no dimension in time...They are just memories, a series of timeless images from the myths, dreams or past lives) that I still haven't been sure what should I model, I've started searching...Like a one trying to full a bucket with a hole...but I am still searching....I have been looking around for a long time....Sometimes in my computer, sometimes outside my computer....Sometimes in myself, sometimes out of myself....
But I still don't know what should I model. Moreover, I am forgetting many things related to my past:
As a child when did I first hear about puzzles? And from whom?
I still can't retrieve....But, sometimes hopelessly, I am keeping on observing....
A comment by "Searching for the President in Tehran":
From the time that my wife has left me, I am absolutely lonely...We lived the all our life together up to the time, some years ago, when her picture had felt down from the wall. I died and she left me alone....We didn't have any child but we were so happy with each other....Now, it is just me and bunch of memories which are fading from my mind gradually....A man, when he doesn't have a company, has to talk with himself or stay silence some where in a park or a pub and look at the people...I have chosen the second one, but people are passing without any attention...I am in between them but my mind is somewhere else....I am observing something but receiving something else....I have been always like that....I don't know anyone who is lazier, sillier, or more inconsiderate than me....I want always to be somewhere else....I can't get settled somewhere, just like gypsies....It is not dependent to my age or circumstances....I think it was a fundamental issue in my life and now in my death....For instance I don't know my exact name or my relatives....I don't know what I have or what I don't have....I have never looked at a mirror....So I am the one whom observed just by the others....The ones who can bother, turn to me and see who I am....Me, The one who still doesn't know many things....
But who cares?....I am alone and will be alone for ages, although I am dead....
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)