"I Have Learned So Much" –Hafiz, Persian poet (1315 – 1390), translated by Daniel Lazinsky

I

Have

Learned

So much from God

That I can no longer

Call Myself

A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,

A Buddhist, a Jew.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself

With me

That I can no longer call myself

A man, a woman, an angel,

Or even pure Soul.

Love has be friended Hafiz so completely

It has turned to ash

And freed Me

Of every concept and image 

My mind has ever known.

03-14

11 Years

Lived and worked in 4 countries

Lived and worked in three different continents

Months, weeks and days

Moments

Pictures

Memories

Fears

Love and Sex

Laughs and Travels

Happiness and Insecurity

Misjudged and misunderstood

Learning and crawling

Falling and rising

29 years old to 40 years old

Losses and gains

People who are here and people who left

People who died

People who born

People whose memory faded

Friends

Lovers

Acquaintances

Come and go

Live, leave and return

Music, films, passion

Demand

Searching

Feeling and smelling

Wondering and wandering

Betrayed

Sinful

Loved

Politics

Arts

Hypocrisy

Irony

Rule of Law

Market

Trade

Archives

Names and Numbers

Networking

Cars and Trains

You don’t have a choice anymore

That was it,

It’s over.

You can’t escape the mill of your life anymore.

You are stuck, we are stuck.

You are addicted.

You don’t have a choice anymore.

Applications, regulations, innovations are multiplying like cancer cells inside your body.

No one cares for you; nobody gives a fuck about your needs.

Your needs are tailor-made by their profit.

You are the little mouse in the cage.

Your convenience is butter on their bread.

Do you ever think about happiness?

Do you even think about bread anymore?

What do you think?

Do you ever feel weak and vulnerable?

How do you feel?

When was the last time you have been treated like a human being? Like a vulnerable human being.

They are laughing at you and most importantly they are laughing for you!

They are happy for you.

You make them happy because you are surrounded; you gave up without a fight.

You eat whatever they feed you; you curse whatever you have been taught to curse.

You move in circles, from your bed, to the office and back. Your agenda has a bank and a happy hour. Your loneliness is killing me. You are killing me because you gave up.

I used to think that maybe you’ll change, how stupid I was.

It seems the damage is done, for good.

I should probably stop bother.

I will not give in to the convenient prison that is made with your ignorance.

I choose the trees, the bees, the birds, the laughs, the love, the pain and the cries.

I think I’ll choose life for now.

Good apps!

Happiness Machines

The story of the relationship between Sigmund Freud and his American nephew, Edward Bernays. Bernays invented the public relations profession in the 1920s and was the first person to take Freud's ideas to manipulate the masses. He showed American corporations how they could make people want things they didn't need by systematically linking mass-produced goods to their unconscious desires.

Bernays was one of the main architects of the modern techniques of mass-consumer persuasion, using every trick in the book, from celebrity endorsement and outrageous PR stunts, to eroticising the motorcar.

His most notorious coup was breaking the taboo on women smoking by persuading them that cigarettes were a symbol of independence and freedom. But Bernays was convinced that this was more than just a way of selling consumer goods. It was a new political idea of how to control the masses. By satisfying the inner irrational desires that his uncle had identified, people could be made happy and thus docile.

It was the start of the all-consuming self which has come to dominate today's world. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iww8eseFg7k

Not even the monkeys

These people don't talk,
they don't walk,
they don't laugh,
These people exist as a part of the decoration and not as an integral part of nature.
These people hurt me because they have no feelings, 
Even worst, they don't even care about feelings.
Their life is not theirs anymore. They live through symbolism of consumption. They perceive a reality totally different than mine.
These people are ready to crucify me, and you and anyone who expresses feelings and passion for truth.
They don't know, they don't want to learn.
They are already dead inside.
The smell of their body is a smell of death.
Nothing it's natural, nothing is innocent anymore.
They like to act, they like to mimic, they are like monkeys.
These people create hate because they don't allow someone to be real.
Their mannerisms are the mannerisms of a monkey.
These people are not people anymore, worst thing is that these people are not even monkeys.

Surrealistic, surrealism, surreal and a fig marmalade

Lactose Free Recipes for Breakfast  - Homemade fresh fig marmalade Ingredients:
Fresh Figs - 500 grms (14-15 fresh green figs) 
Granulated sugar - 2 cups 
Lemon Zest (grated) - 1/2 lemon 
Lemon Juice - 1/2 lemon 
Cinnamon Powder - 1/4 teaspoon 
Water - 1 cupMethod:
1.Wash Figs nicely. 
2.Take a non-stick pan, add water to the pan, when the water is about to boil add in chopped figs to it. Lower flame and stir. 
3.Keep it on low flame and continuing stirring in-between. 
4.Cover and let the figs cook and get tender, press the figs a little to get to the jam / marmalade kind consistency with a wooden spatula. 
5.Now add in sugar and mix gently. 
6.Add in lemon zest to it and continue to cook on medium-low stirring occasionally. 
7.Cook till the marmalade gets little thicker, if you want your marmalade to be more thick, cook for few more minutes. 
8.Mine took about 50 minutes to cook. 
9.Add in lemon juice, cinnamon powder and switch off the flame. 
10.Allow it to cool, marmalade will get thicker on cooling. 
11.Best served warm or else can be refrigerated for a week or 10 days. 
12.Serve this marmalade on toast, crackers, biscuit’s, Indian paratha, cake and even ice creams. 
13.When cool,pour into a clean jar & close the lid tightly. 
14.Store in a dark and cool place.