A Kiss, Beautiful

April 16, 2007

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These words need no justification. They have not been read until today, they have not been seen, touched, nor electronically published previously on the Internet. It is as virginal as a sigh, a deep sigh clawing its way out of the forests of life. It is as an untouched kiss, beautiful without prejudice.

Each moment, as the sigh is burdened with immense dosage of collective experiences, it escapes, sometimes rushed in a flight of frenzy like a lover waiting impatiently to inseminate one’s blossoming ovaries, sometimes, like a stroll in the park. The thoughts veil a story, in one’s life, today, staccato; it comes in and piques an excitement, a love affair between the ink, and paper; between the writer, and the reader; between actor and scriptwriter.

Yet within that exhale of a mere second in the heavens where time is just a metaphor, life begins and ends within a heartbeat, a tear, and a lifetime. It is amazing to note how a blink of an eye, can disclose an insight, or level a new world for laughter, ecstasies, and tears. We embrace this when we sometimes stare blankly at a theater screen, of an opening night, through thoughts escaping the eyes, like a lover would leave a mark in the beloved’s heart. The pale walls play a tinkling shadow of imageries. The spinning record replayed a dozen times before thrashing C. Lewis’ The Great City in the background, Shirley Horn is singing effortlessly – No screaming, no trying to throw the flawless voice out of the caged diaphragm. Much has been said about torch singers in the past. Shirley Horn knows her craft well.

Sometimes, we have to say goodbyes, to our past. If we hold dear to a memory, we will not have the courage to move forward for we would have built a nest of comfort, to complacency rest in, without etching a trail of memoirs for another non-fiction collection or Blog. A few months ago, I was contemplating the thoughts of a dream I had twenty years ago – that of setting up a foundation, for women and children.

I have been told no one will support my effort, but I can hope. Hope is such a big word that was formed from within a forlorn heart. Sometimes, amidst a billion people in the world, there seems to be just one person, who is living and aware of what is going on.

“A distinguished person is someone who understands that there is nothing worthless of the creation”

The basis of everything that revolves in the worlds smells of freshly-cut dollar bills or euros even if it’s stained with shit or blood. Businesses want to earn even more especially when it’s for a humanitarian project – “someone has to make some more money to pay creditors, to pay for their affluent lifestyles”, the people I met have often times drummed into my cranium. Someone has to make money even if the foundation is seen as a non-profit venture. Perhaps I should consider turning the set-up into a business, and with part of the social-investment secured in a mutual fund for the investors and shareholders. At least everyone will die happy, even if it is seen as transient as breath leaving the nostrils, the elation-therapy would at least serve a purpose, a higher purpose, like the positioning of James Kynge’s “China Shakes the World ” on the carpet of my apartment floor, in a certain style letting the light radiated by the cheap plastic chandeliers seem a perfect setting in a monochrome movie, or at best, an image etched into a memory disc. The pages have collected enough dusts, and though I have read page eleven thirteen times, to no effect of turning the pages, I still contemplate the next moment, the next breath.

“Human’s liberty is through wisdom, while his corruption is in emotionalism.”

Over the months of having watched the news spanning Germany, the United Kingdom, Africa, Asia Pacific, Dubai and Turkey, I decided to switch off the television until I would at least, have settled for another book title. One can never have too many book titles, or too many perfume bottles. I’m hopeful for a grant – I’ve worked a very conservative plan to undertake this research in Europe – it should take approximately eight to twelve months to complete, and will not even cost a couple of hundred thousand Ringgit Malaysia. In its opulence, Europe can sometimes be as empty as materialistic Asia. We need to bridge the worlds – but it is going to be hard work. Really hard work.

The world can be a terribly depressing place to live, whilst love can be seen as an escapade of sorts into a world of reveries, and fantasies. Parents should at least, prepare their children with more than debit cards, and mobile phones. Fantasies must be created to conceal and elicit a kiss, beautiful. In life, as much as the dresses paraded at the Salon de la Haute Couture, in Paris or Tokyo – again, advertising and marketing plays a persuasive edge to many of our lives, and dreams. With a previous title on the Editor’s work table, my heart is being pushed into the corner of the world, as I am seriously contemplating another non-fiction, and research to be undertaken.

With the absurdity propagated in the world of religious dogmas, Islaam has been coined and associated with Marxism by social capitalists. It has also been deemed as something incomprehensible beyond the lips of Christ, and Abraham, in “Kingdom of Heaven” instigating blasphemous lifestyles many aspire to adopt; yet it is part parcel of what Christ, Abraham and the one hundred and twenty-six thousand messengers & prophets that have trail-blazed centuries before propagating one simple message – that of embracing the Light; espousing and internalizing Peace within. Yet in one strike through media hype, and directives from self-absorbed regimes, it has been singled-out as the infidel spouse in a faithful home.

If the spirits of the people are to remain untouched, we have to initiate an awakening before we can even shout re-engineering, and preservation of humanity’s right to live. Fear coupled with agendas, dims hope and instigates adrenaline rush towards a new world order.

A global mindset, and a bridge to unite humanity’s soul must not be politicized yet voices are drowned, in perceived evolved communities around the world. Oppositions towards the veiling of women in Islaam have been misconstrued by religionists, and politicians. Success and modernization has nothing to do with vogue yet functionalities of wearing hoods and clothes to keep oneself warm in winter is much appreciated, and sold.

Irrespective the religious principles be it monotheist, or pagan, the one who profess submission to ritualization of a God, must respect and at best tolerate the other for how can one admit faith, when one condemns the other.

“How do you dare to cast blame on others and gossip about them in their absence, while even he, as a Messenger of The Lord {RasulAllaah, Arabic}, did not talk negative about someone in his absence or scorn nor looked down on anybody?”

16th April 2007 {Reprinted from AainaA Insight! Magazine}