Tuesday, October 28, 2008


A young man goes into a pharmacy and asks the pharmacist
"Hello, could you give me condom. My girlfriend has invited me for dinner and I think she is expecting something from me!"
The pharmacist gives him the condom; and as the young man is going out, he returns and tells him:
"Give me another condom because my girlfriend's sister is very cute too. She always crosses her legs in a provocative manner when she sees me and I think she expects something from me too."
The pharmacist gives him a second condom; and as the boy is leaving he turns back and says: "After all, give me one more condom because my girlfriend's mom is still pretty cute and when she sees me she always makes allusions...and since she invited me for dinner, I think she is expecting something from me!!"

During dinner, the young man is sitting with his girlfriend on his left, the sister on his right and the mom facing him. When the dad gets there, the boy lowers his head and starts praying:
"Dear Lord,bless this dinner...thank you for all you give us...!!!"
A minute later the boy is still praying:
"Thank you Lord for your kindness..."
Ten minutes go on and the boy is still praying, keeping his head down.The others look at each other surprised and his girlfriend even more than the others. She gets close to the boy and tells him in his ear:
"I didn't know you were so religious!!!"
The boy replies:
"I didn't know your dad was a PHARMACIST!!!"

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Short Story

Man looked at his wife as they passing the crowd in the airport. She was enthusiastically chatting and laughing with their friends. If it was not for her deep desperation to have a baby, and her frustration with all their unsuccessful attempts at it, he could swear she is the happiest woman in the world.

Their friends, , a young couple from their home country, were also on their way back home for a short visit.Initially, they were going to change their flights in the airport. Their next flight was delayed, however, and now they had to spend the night in the city. Their friends had decided to stay in the city a couple of days and attend a wedding. He knew that his wife wanted to go to the wedding too, but they were not invited.

They all shared a cab to a nearby hotel and casino. As they walked up to the reception desk, he grew more and more paranoid about giving their personal information and credit card to the receptionist. He pretended that they were looking for a jazz club in that area. His wife and their friends were puzzled but they did not say anything. As they were leaving the hotel, he realized that their friends needed to stay somewhere for a couple of nights and were willing to get a room and share. But it was too late: they said goodbye and separated.

The next morning the two of them decided to walk in the city and do some sightseeing. They soon found empty streets and a city that looked like it was hit by a disease. The man felt more and more uncomfortable and wish they had known where their friends had stayed. At noon, he suddenly remembered that they were supposed to take a morning flight. Surprisingly, he did not feel any urgency. He continued walking the empty streets but his wife went back to the hotel. At night, he was even more surprised to see that his wife was pregnant, almost nine month. 

Next morning, the man went out alone. The city had become a war zone. Tanks and militants were roaming around everywhere. In a few instances, he had to escape some of them who were trying to arrest him, and even got into a fight. He went back home in the evening to find out that his wife had delivered the baby. 

As he was watching his wife carrying the baby around and kissing the baby passionately, he suddenly realized what was going on. They were dead. That would explain all the strange things that had happened in the past couple of days. The man suddenly felt a deep comfort from solving the puzzle. He could almost feel an excitement, similar to that time, a few years back, when he accidentally hit a man on the street while driving and almost killed him. 

Satisfied with his discovery, he looked up and watched his wife playing with the baby. What an irony, he thought. She looked so happy and peaceful. He could break the news to her later.

2013-4-23: I wrote this story based on a dream I had at the time (or maybe a week earlier). Some of my dreams have strangely complicated and fascinating story lines. I cannot write such stories when I am awake!

Friday, October 24, 2008


I write in this blog a lot more than I used to ... partly because I am involved in a couple of difficult projects and I am looking for different ways to release the pressure (or escape from work :)

The downside is that I am writing incoherently, kind of like free association :) Is this bad after all? I am not sure, but any time I start writing about topics like the previous post, I feel the need to stop and make sure that I know what I am doing. Not that I will stop writing (sorry :) I just pause for a few minutes ...... and then I write this post ?!?!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Political Porn !?

A short Iranian porn clip is going around these days under the title that the guy is "EMAM JOME" of some city in Iran and a "ROHANI" (clergyman) who exploits the wife of his employees/friend in his absence. To me, this is ultimately a porn clip, no matter how much politics one tries to infuse politics into it.
For one thing, there is no way of proving identities, intents, circumstances, so at the end anyone sees whatever s/he wants in this clip depending on his/her political beliefs and attitude toward the government in Iran. Yet, the whole issue makes a nice connection to my previous post, somehow ...

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Alternative view

For a moment, assume the following, without any proof or evidence just as a thought experiment:

"A country's governing body reflects the average characteristics of people in that country."

Then, consider the recent history of a country you like, or have connection to, say Iran. What do we learn about the characteristics of an average Iranian (conditional on the validity of the assumption)?

Next, try to understand the behavior of the average Iranian (as we deduced above, conditional on our assumption!) without involving your emotions. It may help if you imagine that the average Iranian is yourself ... or, for that matter, see if you can find those characteristics in yourself and your friends and family. Again, the important point here is detaching from emotions (positive or negative) and trying to understand ...

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Observations from Iran

I do not know the truth of the following which I got in my email ... I am more puzzled by the fact that most people have such a negative opinion of prostitution ... If the whole concept of living in a society is transactions, most of them involve body (buying and selling labor), why this type of transaction has such a negative perception attached to it?

چند وقت قبل، یه بنده خدایی برای یه بنده خدای دیگه ای تعریف کرد و اونم به ما گفت که تو
همین راهنمای همشهری آگهی فروش گوسفند زنده رو پیدا کردیم، می گفت یکی از دوستان بهم گفت این گوسفند زنده که نوشته منظورش یه چیز دیگه ست، ولی من باورم نمیشد، طرف گفت کاری نداره، زنگ بزن خودت ببین، می گفت زنگ زدیم، چند دقیقه بعد یه پراید مشکی اومد به آدرسی که داده بودم، صندلی عقب سه نفر نشسته بودند، هر سه از جنس مونث در رده های سنی مختلف، بعد راننده که خودش هم زن بود گفت یکی رو انتخاب کن! … می گفت منم بهت زده چشمام چهار تا شده بود.. گفتم ممنون، اشتباه شده، احتمالا شماره رو اشتباهی گرفتم، شرمنده…. خلاصه بهش ثابت شد، گوسفند زنده یعنی زن یا دختری که یه شب بهت اجاره می دن (از شبی 10 تومن داره تا 100 هزار تومن…

بعد از افطار یه سریال پخش میشه که رضا عطاران توش بازی کرده(بزنگاه)… یه سکانس جالب داشت اون قسمت… حمید لولایی با خانوادش که داشتن می رفتن سر خاک، بنزین تموم کردن، چیزی نداشتن روش بنویسن " بنزین" که با دست نگه داره و به ماشین هایی که رد میشن نشون بده… بالاخره هر جوری بود یه تیکه کارتن پیدا کردن و روش نوشتن بنزین… نگو پشت کارتنه نوشته بوده گوسفند زنده… حمید لولایی هم حواسش نبود و برعکس گرفتش … یه موتوریه نگه داشت تا قیمت گوسفند زنده رو بپرسه… حمید لولایی هم فهمید چه سوتی داده طرف رو دک کرد رفت.. موتوری یکم جلوتر رفت وایساد جلو ماشین حمید لولایی که مثلا دختراش توش بودن بشون گفت : "خانوما خسته نباشن!" بعدم اونا جیغ کشیدن و فحش دادن و حمید لولایی دوید طرفش و فحش داد و فلان و بهمان… شاید بگی هیچ ربطی نداره ولی با اون هوش و ذکاوت و موذی گری که من در عطاران سراغ دارم بعید می دونم این سکانس رو همینجوری توی سریال گنجونده باشه.. عطاران و مهران مدیری استاد مخفی کردن بعضی حرف های ممنوعه زیر طنز خودشون هستند… مخصوصا اینکه موتوریه می گه : خسته نباشید ! این یعنی طرف دختره رو فاحشه فرض کرده که هر شب با یکی می خوابه و مسلمه سرش شلوغه پس می طلبه بهش بگی "خسته نباشی" … اگه غیر ازین بود لزومی نداشت حمید لولایی و خونوادش انقدر برآشفته بشن، حتی پاستوریزه ترین ها هم یه خسته نباشید رو یه متلک سنگین حساب نمیاره.

ببینید چقدر این مسئله گوسفند زنده جدی جدی باب شده که بعضی از بازیگران و کاگردانان با هوش هم زیر زیرکی بش اشاره می کنند …. فعلا که توی آگهی ها گوسفند زنده مد شده، شاید اگه این لو رفت آگهی جذب بازیگر مد بشه، بعدش یه چیز دیگه، بعد ازون هم یه چیز دیگه… به هر حال نکته جالب اینه که تو مملکتی که کتاب های ماركز رو به بهانه اروتيك بودن یا جمع می کنن یا توقیف، میشه با یه تلفن شب رو با یه روسپی خوابید … به همین راحتی و به همین خوشمزگی !

Sunday, October 19, 2008


There is something sad about watching people making bad decisions, even though making mistakes is logically inevitable in everyone's life, and even though it gives you a guilty relief that you are not the one who is making the mistake ... 

Thursday, October 16, 2008

1979 Revolution in Iran:

An interesting, somewhat different analysis:


The last two paragraphs were quite interesting:

The shah's government, shaken by the loss of oil revenue, imposed a harsh austerity budget that threw thousands out of work, collapsed investor confidence and panicked middle-class Iranians. Economic chaos and unemployment quickly spread.

Within a year of the Doha summit, the first mass demonstrations that grew into revolution broke out on the streets of the Iranian capital.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


I was writing a comment on a friends weblog when I realized that I do not really know Stravinsky's music ... so I searched in an online collection of his music and discovered his Pulcinella (ballet and suite). I found the work much more accessible than what I expected from him with very beautiful melodies which reminded me of the Modest Mussorgsky's "Pictures at an Exhibition" suite. In this post I have mentioned a very impressive performance of "Pictures ..." by "Nami Ejiri", highly recommended!

The second part (movement) in the Pulcinella is fantastic, dramatic, and nostalgic: "Suite de Pulcinella: II. Serenata", both with and without voice ...

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Random Films

I have seen during the past few months, and I have already forgotten some of them, so before I forget them all:

  • Perfume: The Story of a Murderer:  Strange, dark film, I liked it despite low reviews, even reminded me of "No country for old men" ... a story of amorality of perfection
  • Noise: There are many films with this title. This one is from an Australian director, and on the surface is a detective film. However, its pace is not of an American detective movie, and is more contemplative. I liked some elements of the film very much.
  • I want someone to eat cheese with: Kind of a small love affair with Chicago, a quirky offbeat romantic comedy!

Sunday, October 05, 2008


What if there is no "truth" to our lives, no "right" way of living, and everything we learn to do, all different methods of dealing with life, is just partial answers, and it does not matter what you believe in, as long as you believe in something and do it no matter what ...

What if all these "how to live better" stuff we see in different formats, lectures, books, TV programs, etc. are stupid the same, worthless the same, or useful the same ...

What if we have an "inconsequential" choice (given our constraints) between different life styles, athletic, aggressive, passive, reflective, meditative, religious, nonreligious, anti-religious, ...., and due to huge randomness in life, it does -NOT- really matter what life style we choose?

What if things are very different than what they seem, peace is more violent than conflict, or the way to the inner peace goes through an inner war ...

Wednesday, October 01, 2008


I realized that "self-hatred" is a very strong word, so I decided to search a little on self-criticism and here are a couple of interesting pieces:

A piece on the relation between being self-critical and perfectionism: Well, this is close to my situation, at least :) This is more about perfectionism, but it is actually a nice simple read.

A piece on creativity (in art) and being self-critical:
This seems to be the result of an study, more rigorous but less related?

This is an academic piece which is somehow related. I actually found the paper very interesting, but it is a more difficult read.

IT'S NOT ...

.. ``It's not your spread, and it's not how strong you are, and it's not how fast you are, because you have all those thing...