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This is all I’m going to say for now.



Like a baby who could not relate the words with the feelings and notions… This is why I’m restless at times.

Feelings and thoughts pile up and want to come out but I can’t provide them the right words to born into this world…

I believe the best photos are taken spontaneously. Because it shoots us without the guards, masks we use when we pose. It captures the real person.

The best, the most beautiful moments, looks of us can only be seen by the beloved ones, and photographed with the urge to make them immortal.

Thus if you don’t have good photos, probably you have never been really loved.

The Patient

Several years ago the Journal of the American Medical Association published an article by Dr. Paul Ruskin on the Stages of Aging. In the article, Dr. Ruskin described a case study he had presented to his students when teaching a class in medical school. He described the case study patient under his care like this:

“The patient neither speaks nor comprehends the spoken word. Sometimes she babbles incoherently for hours on end. She is disoriented about person, place, and time. She does, however respond to her name. I have worked with her for the past six months, but she still shows complete disregard for her physical appearance and makes no effort to assist her own care. She must be fed, bathed and clothed by others.

“Her food must be pureed. Her shirt is usually soiled from almost incessant drooling. She does not walk. Her sleep pattern is erratic. Often she wakes in the middle of the night and her screaming awakens others. Most of the time she is friendly and happy, but several times a day she gets quite agitated without apparent cause. Then she wails until someone comes to comfort her.”

After presenting the class with this challenging case, Dr. Ruskin then asked his students if any of them would like to volunteer to take care of this person. No one volunteered. Then Dr. Ruskin said, “I’m surprised that none of you offered to help, because actually she is my favorite patient. I get immense pleasure from taking care of her and I am learning so much from her. She has taught me a depth of gratitude I never knew before. She has taught me the spirit of unwavering trust. And she has taught me the power of unconditional love.” Then Dr. Ruskin said, “Let me show you her picture.” He pulled out the picture and passed it around. It was the photo of his six-month-old baby daughter.

(A story which has been circulating the internet. Don’t know true or not but lovely enough to record)

Mata Hari

On being accused of prostitution and espionage, Mata Hari replied; “Harlot? Yes. Traitoress? Never!”

I believe prostitutes are highly underrated. They are much more decent and honest in compare to many.

The Poet

A man used to write poems for the woman he loved.
One day … all of a sudden the woman abandoned him.

He kept writing…
He wrote more.. and more….
And one day he became a famous poet.

Years later, he went back to his home-town to read his poems on a big poetry night.
At the end of the performance, the woman for the love of whom all the poems were written, came along with her husband next to her
…. and said “Hello”

The man looked at her, as if he was looking at an ordinary person.
“Haven’t you recognized me?” she asked.
“No I haven’t” he replied..
“How come!?
I’m the woman for whom you have written poems;
I’m the woman who turned you into a poet…”

The man looked in the eyes of the woman and said:

“If the magic was all about you, the man standing next to you should have been a poet too.”.

Black And White

I admire writers and poets. They describe the tiny, hidden connections between things. Unfortunately I don’t have the talent.

I was thinking of Einstein’s famous saying “There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”. Or in the same vein “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”. I mean it’s how you see it. Just think how a physicist sees/describes the sun and how a poet does. Accordingly the notorious love can be defined an obsession, a mental sickness, an anomaly a malfunction of hormones.

I was thinking about these last week. Couldn’t put them into words. Until reading something about the singer Amy Winehouse. I barely knew her, except listening to a few of her songs and having read the headlines saying she was eccentric and was an alcoholic. I was surprised when I heard some time ago something like she lied on the kitchen floor because of the pain of love. At the time this gave me a hunch that she could not be the ordinary spoilt celebrity stereotype.

Something I read today struck me;

“…They believe the singer’s decision to lay off alcohol completely for three weeks was a lethal “shock” for her tiny body. Family sources say she died after ignoring her doctor’s advice to cut down on her heavy drinking gradually.
…doctors had told Amy to gradually reduce her intake of alcohol and to avoid bingeing at all costs. Amy told him she couldn’t do that. It was all or nothing and she gave up completely.”

Can you see the relevance? Have you felt close to Amy too?