"i(n)guru" [ginger]

Imagine my friend, the wind, journeying through the ancient spice trail. And as she pass carries my aroma on her feathers that leave an unforgettable memoir of an invisible journey. I would say to my friend: "without you, where would I go". We fly across faces of varying shades like an endless ocean of differing tints of a single hue. We glide across minds of many dreams carrying our songs of infinite melody from a few simple notes.

doctor, pls

Two days ago I had to go to the hospital, no not me (thanks to someone I rarely have to consult a doctor). She had a throat pain so I thought it would be better to call up and check where an ENT specialist is. Did not call the gov. hospital because I already know how much time it takes to get an appointment, that is if there is an ENT on duty, if not have to go in the early morning and wait in a queue. So called the other, that is private, hospital. I had to listen to a recorded message and follow up on a certain number to get to my required station. I wanted to get doctors duty and know if there is an ENT on duty. But that link did not pick up so waited thinking might go back to an operator but no I had to call again and follow the same. This time pressed the number the recording gave for the customer service and again did not pick. So called three other private, but smaller, clinics and found out that only one place had an ENT specialist but the doctor will be on duty only in the evening and that is about five hours from then. So again tried the private hospital I was calling earlier and luckily or not got hold of someone. I was told that the ENT just began todays consultation and if I went right that moment I might be able to get a token. So that was a happy info and went straight away, yes of course with her. Pressed the digital queue system and got a number which is only for the reception counter to get appointment. Soon our number was on and went to counter and got #15 for the doctor and when checked the flat display on a wall #2 was on. I thought thats not too far away and soon we might have to go in. So went and sat closer to the consultation room where there was another token number display screen right in front. Another tv with bbc channel was on and a beautiful british indian girl (I think, because I do not watch news or tv channels a lot) was presenting but the sound was off. It's interesting to watch without sound because what I see is rapid tiring lip movement which they might not realize how much they are smiling or feeling sorrow along with eye brow jumping up and down, head tilting to and fro left to right, shoulders going up and down and hands dancing with fingers in exciting movements. But every now and then I had to look at the other screen, which is not working well the still content on that screen is rolling as if a flipping screen, to see the token number which was still at #2. After sometime numbers started moving and in adequate time to see each patient. But after #10 again stopped and did not change for 15mins ... and still after 30mins nothing happened. When about 45mins passed I went and asked the receptionist and she called the consulting room and talked with the assistant (I guess) there and then she told me that the doctor took a break!! Slowly I went back and sat since I do not argue at such situations. Just after that I saw someone like a doctor hurriedly passing and going into the consultation room so I guessed he was reminded of the patients waiting. He was chewing something as he went so I think he must have had a nice chat at the coffee shop at the hospital. I thought that doctors were given enough rest time in between each consultation period. Maybe a period of 4, 6 or 8 hours of work followed by the similar periods of break before they come again. Slowly again the numbers started to move and finally after about 2 and half hours or more our turn came and we went in and it took only five minutes. He simply asked her to open her mouth, then he looked in and pressed her neck looked into her ears and thats it, wrote a prescription and asked to return in five days if not better to do a blood test and a thyroid function test. That day for us waiting for few hours was not a big issue but imagine that for an elderly or for a little child. If there is no emergency they do not take in immediately into the ER. So that was when I thought that why don't hospitals have mobile doctors (like how there were mobile order taking waiters in a fast-food in china that we experienced a few years back who came to us while we were in waiting and took orders of all and in no time after we were seated our meal was presented) who can go around waiting areas for quick checkups. I am sure about 80% of those waiting are there for simple checkups or on mild conditions. And a "quicky" doc can have a look and prescribe and send them away in few minutes of their arrival and while they are waiting in the lounge. If need to do a private checkup can move those patients into a close by checkup room or else not. I think this will save a lot of the patients time and the hospital waiting area congestion (not to mention the difficulty of seating on those rubber canvas covered seats producing so much heat even in aircon lounges like that and feels as if getting the trousers damp. When we came back it was exactly three hours since we went there!! She could not say much that day due to her throat problem but otherwise she would have had a story of her own, and would have sent me to counter every five minutes.
This day reminded me of a day we had to find a dentist an year ago. That time she was down south in laamu atoll for about two months to see work at our home and also to enjoy the preparation for the eid celebrations there. I went for the last one week to accompany her return and suddenly she had a toothache and we had to get a flight and come back on the night in the middle of the festive activities. First we tried to get to the regional hospital there but there was no dental facility. On our return we tried the gov. hospital and was the specialists were on eid leave. Then tried the private hospital and was told that an appointment is not possible. So tried a few private dental clinics and no doctors during eid. And since we could wait for a whole week of eid to pass we decided to go abroad the same day but luckily got one appointment for the next day in another private clinic.

dhiye

hashi filaidhé (body escapes [when mind goes insane] )
vehilaa vaaré (from the falling rain)
beehilaahi(n)dhu ha(n)dhuma aavé (renews a remembrance from that feeling of touch)

handhuma vé dhiye (remembering "dhiye" [a common name for a girl] )

fenunu réré (from the sight of the many nights)
kanu dheloa vé (blind goes both eyes)
ha(n)dhuvaru nethi aliha(n)dhuvaru ohidhé (without moonlight, kept pouring as if a brighter moonlight)

handhuma vé dhiye (remembering "dhiye" [a common name for a girl] )

thiki thiki(n)né (by the drop by drop)
raki fiyai(n)né (from the shy "wings" [from the shy lashes] )
ohilaa manzaru "hiyanivaru" vé (as if a reflection of a falling scenery)

handhuma vé dhiye (remembering "dhiye" [a common name for a girl] )

miya kanu(n)né (from the corner of the sharp side [corner of the mouth] )
hini thu(n)di(n)né (as if a smiling sand spit [highly dynamic sand bank] [in between a smile and not a smile] )
uni ma furihama vee ha(n)dhainé (I remember my incomplete self becoming complete)

handhuma vé dhiye (remembering "dhiye" [a common name for a girl] )

maniké

maniké hiyaalu aadhetho aimaa nidheynehé
molhiyé vanee hayaathuga mulhiré nidheynehé
maniké hiyaalu

laa névayaa ekeega ohémee ha(n)dhaineké
hooré vayaa ekeega olhéthee nidhénehé
maniké hiyaalu

heevé govaalaé mihasheegaa tholhé vayaa
roolhé mihiiy gethétho ulhéthee nidhénehé
maniké hiyaalu

hamahé mageydhiyé eré vidhuvaruge baarugaa
ravakalhi asarugavaa hinivarunai(n) nidhénehé
maniké hiyaalu

bubbles

Listening to a beautiful classical eastern song and singing it aloud while sketching a design doesn't stop my mind wandering beyond my physical self. I am thinking about this for sometime now. Solutions to social unrest and how to build a steady even bridge between a hut and the skyscrapers. Solutions sound liquid most instances, and they are stirred every now and then. It makes clear that two or more are needed to make a solution. The simplest solution, water is made up of two, and one of them is another two. I am myself alone but you are not far away. Together we make a good solution and we shall need a bigger bucket when, even if slowly, the solution increase in a diverse kaleidoscope of tasty reflections.
Some say that they cannot understand some of my writings and they are very true. Some writings I imagine in my mother tongue and what you see are translations for this blog and hence hoping access for more readers. And these writings might not have the correct english because I rarely pass in that language at school. Read or not, I am not Shakespeare, but neither Shakespeare nor another is me and they did not write as I did.
But I am serious about the social solution that together we can mix. See my eyes are already getting smaller and forehead curling up, a prelude to my seriousness, but the singing is still here. Oh! this is a beautiful song. I think I want to write a translation of this right now, thats a break on social juice:
- begin translate -
"(as) that one's thought bubbles, (those thoughts) kept bubbling
insane life became and remained
that one's thoughts ...
every breath, is someone's memory
queasiness kept on increasing
that one's thoughts...
from this heart springs a friend's call
uninhabited my heart was , (which) kept inhabiting
that one's thoughts ...
(as if) lightening struck my consciousness
(from her) intoxicating looks, (i) kept drinking
as that one's thought bubbles, (those thoughts) kept bubbling
insane life became and remained
that one's thoughts ..." - end translate -
Where were we, oh! i think you had enough ... so lets not intoxicate our real solution with that. Speaking of solutions reminds me of a watermelon juice that I made sometime earlier. With lots of crushed ice and a little lime, a little papaya for the pulpiness and flesh colour when mixed with watermelon. Add a little fresh sugar cane juice for sweetness. Of course tummy will not sing merry-go-round the mulberry bush. But this week its screw pine juice cooked from fresh bunch sent from my vacation home in south-central. One of these days I should upload a photo of that screw pine. Too much diversion is not good at this early morning hours since I have to be at the airport at 0800hrs. No, am not going abroad but to an island to see the existing buildings and site prior to making a redevelopment concept. Projects for the year are now at inception stage.
Now am proposing my contribution in creating the solution for the first mentioned social juice. "Free" is my ingredient and I want you to add yours, and yes, yours too. If everyone does or provide everything free then the need may never arise to create any more solutions. Some may say that this is impossible, but I see it happening slowly. I wish and hope to see that day even if on my 100th birthday in 2071 or little later. Think it in simple terms. Let's begin from me and then you and you and so on. If I do everything free (suppose if I do), you might think how would I survive for my basics like food, shelter, clothing and then bills and other necessities. But if a grocer does the same, then I get fed, building materials and contractor the same and retail clothing shops the same and so on. But again you might say how would those people then give away their goods and services for free since they have to buy goods and hire staff. But I would say that If the cycle continues at the farmers level, the raw material level and work for them too for free since they even get everything free.... Am I confusing you or I am not understanding the economics of a social juice. To put it even simpler, I would say that when everyone and everything is free then there would not arise a need for any price tag and no one will be greedy either. Ultimately the precipitants in the social juice will settle (even if ground in a mixer still there would be some tiny particles left to settle) and a clean and tasty and colourful juice is what we have for everyone to taste. But what if the glass is not clean?

my math class

I love numbers. Why do I believe that am still learning to count? And I haven't yet gone beyond the number one. I began from nine and am stuck at one.
Nine is so small that I cannot see. How many letters do I have in my name? I count it as eight but they spell my name in different ways that I get so confused and begin mid way every time. I have to begin counting again. People say that there are seven heavens but I cannot see them hence they must be really small and definitely not big because big things are visible to our eyes, see for example the stars which are clearly seen to our naked eyes even from that far, but not as small as nine which so infinite and myself, eight because I have two holes. They say that the universe was created in six days and that must be a fairly average number in those days. With our legs, hands and head we can point five continents at the same time so that must be a big lead to follow. Four seasons are so big that no one sees all of them at the same time, nor they sleep in all of them at once. Where are the three musketeers now? Two of us can make a wild big nation (that is if we know how to keep statistics of population growth!). And here we are at one. One is so big that I cannot lift her with my one hand. 

why

am i water
that split as fire
and drinks all air
to sleep as earth

me, me not

why I write, my eyes know not
my fingers idle, my mind infer but
why do I write, my tongue sonant not
my story endless, my friend invisible but
why my heart walks, my footprints red not
my past of gray, my future is white but
why I write, I still know not
myself I am, myself I am but

reflection of my invisible friend

Those eyes look like a parallel universe so still yet constantly wandering in the dust of a precise chaos. Ancient in origin yet unknown and surprising like a new born. Quiet like a nun yet curious to know more about what lies beyond.
During the time of a great flood the universe cannot hold an overflow which slowly spill along the infinite paths of her smooth and soft cheeks like colourless diamonds that reflect her colourful world around. Precious little gems timely fill the ark beneath that is beautifully smiling sailing through a rough sea. No one else but her knows that the ark is only a mean to reach the sandy shores but its reflection the sadly inverted ark is the true reality hidden and invisible to the many who only have a glimpse of a sailing mast from a distance.

0000hrs

I heard that tomorrow (correction: "today", now it is 0045hrs. Sat to write this a few click clicks earlier, but left blank for no good reason) is our national day. Yes again.
I remember writing about this same day last year. That was on 16th February, 2010. Since we mark this day by lunar calendar, there is a twelve day difference this year. For the last five centuries we are marking this day.
I am not confused, but some are for certain. So many calendar systems and even more date differences is something to turn heads around.
At first there lived (i guess) few humans and more other species (like animals). So these few brainy ones must have tried to be too smart and began complicated systems, which eventually confused themselves. Obviously the other types living on this planet did not have to bother about nor need to understand or use these systems.
If we had developed a calendar (i would not have done so) with only one day (imagine that), how simple life would have been. There will be only "today". When we wake up (If we woke to be precise) it will be an extension of the same day, simply after the not-so-lucky break. And for those who didn't make it, it will be the lucky break for them to spend the infinite extension of today where they wouldn't need a break at all (i guess).
What is this thing that we named "time". Our senses cannot sense it, like our souls. We have no control over it. But we proudly say that we have divided it into many so called days and smashed it into some things we call clicks.
Imagine what would have happened if our ancestors had decided to choose a different thinking process along their way. Out of the many, many (am i counting here?) thought processes, if they chose to go another way, have we not progressed further more?
Imagine alone the time we spent counting fingers, sticks, bone marks, chalk marks or whatever. If we chose to use that time for some real productive thinking, Have we not spread across the universe by now?
Lets get real here. I think even I am now wasting precious pupurupus time (my creative time). Yet for now I cannot change what our ancestors did (scratching their heads or running after the opposite, ahh! thats one good thing they did, no wonder why we are here) but I can certainly change how my offsprings (when i get that is, I think this is one very important thing that I haven't learned from my ancestors) think.
When i am sitting here I am alone, and when I walk on the busy streets of the town I am still alone. Yes obviously there is another right now right here and close by. And when I walk on the streets there are many, many more. But like the many other objects around me, the objects that look like my kind of objects, seems to me as moving objects. A building is so still, though the trees slightly wave at me. They seem to come and go pass behind me. The presence that I am here on a "today" seems lacking in everything else. Am I standing on the rim of an empty transparent glass of water. The rest seems like a reflection or a refraction thats always changing. Or am I the water within.
Yes, a nation is out there. Buildings, trees, roads, and many other such things along with so many who have a close resemblance to me, so must be a species having a part of me.
Everything that makes a nation is here, including a national day. The only thing lacking is the connection. A link that connects one another, one object to the other, a building to the surrounding, a space to the place. A transitional space, a threshold.