Istanbul is magical, Istanbul is incredible, Istanbul is my new home now! Come share with me as I make this discovery into a journey of a lifetime and perhaps, we can discover ourselves at the end of the adventure. I shall present to my followers the wonder and magical of Istanbul in her normal daily lives through my eyes!!!! Sit tight, fasten your seat belt and lets Blast Off !
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Guest writer - Suspicion
Suspicion
Maggots crawling
The numbers growing … fast
The stench reeking
Drawing more flies
Making more maggots
That crawl
Grow in numbers
Give out a stench
That make more maggots
Killing all other smells.
Nothing good escapes
This onslaught of filth.
Once started
Nothing can be done
To restore the ravaged,
To what it was before.
It takes a trust so strong
To fight the flies off
To kill the maggots
One by one
Till they spring up no more.
Few take this path of resistance
It is always easier to ignore
And move on …
By Satrina Satwinder Abdullah ‘2011
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many thanks to Ms. Satrina Satwinder..my former english teacher...(edited for page format)
Iftar in Istanbul
That is the "breaking of fast during the Ramazan " in Arabic. Since about 98% of Turkey's populations are Muslims, there is a very noticable difference to the city as compared to normal days. Understandably, it is rather quiet and the streets are surprisingly empty. Its almost miraculous to see the street not jam-packed and traffics are smooth flowing...if only Ramazan could be here longer!!
Since Turkey practices secular Law, there really is no rules or law stating that you can't eat or drink in public places during the day time. However, everybody is advised to show respect and tolerance to the Muslims who are fulfilling the 3rd pillar of the Islamic requirement. Although the cafes, restaurants and other eating places are open during the day, mostly people would just sit for a chat or to play tabla, their backgammon. Its rather strange to see them standing outside their shop without the usual tulip cay (tea) cup in their hands! And...to be honest, I could swear that the the drivers are more tolerant and there really was less hooting at the traffic light and elsewhere. Its amazing what Ramazan can do in Istanbul. Apart from the hunger and thirst that they must endure, they too must exercise more self-control in their behavior, thoughts, speeches and to increase good deeds.
Iftar starts at about 8.30pm and the Imsak ( when you can't eat anymore) starts at 4am. Bosphorus (my neighborhood) was my first stop for the Iftar and I was in for a very pleasant surprise !! Okay...less talk from me and more pictures for you.....
one of the cami (mosque) in my neighborhood...all ready for the azan (call for prayers).. |
almost all bread shops would be full with people queing...bread is their staple food and they will wait in line to get the freshest bread..hmmm....can you smell the freshly baked bread? |
its actually iftar time...but the anglers are still not budging.....but some are already putting away their rods (for a while) while they break their fast by the Bosphorus with their families..... |
while the adults sat down to eat..the children will continue playing..after all, it is still school holiday... |
this group was lucky to have 'possession' of the benches for their iftar....what a wonderful family get together... |
another family having their iftar...... |
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Nostalgy #3 - Five Years of Bonding
Imagine the scenario. You were twelve years old and were thrown into a remote place with no room, no TV or no moral support to call your own. Imagine too......spending the next five years of your life in this "God forsaken" place with only short holidays in between the torturous years. However, I won't ask you to imagine the horror of the horror... the bathrooms cum toilets that you have to share with hundreds other students with unimaginable conditions.
With these brutal scenarios, you least expect to forge anything meaningful in your life,right? Wrong....the friendship you fostered and nurtured in this atmosphere would later on turn out to be the most meaningful relationship one can ever hoped for. You will realise that after all those rat-race, corporate ladder pushing and business menovere, the friends you had during those five 'torturous' years remain the only people who could really understand and still accept you.
They already knew your faults and shortcomings and you don't have to hide or pretend with them. In other word...you are at ease wit them because you can let your hair down. That is...if you still have hairs by then! When you lived in a fully residential (boarding) school, you will almost always end up with the same friends who shared the same 'tortourous' years with you.
I was fortunate in meeting some of these friends from the boarding school and I guess you could tell from the photos.....how happy, loud and cheerful we were and its good to know that nothing and nobody has changed. To all SAJOHANs......here's looking at you, kid!!!! Be Cool........
With these brutal scenarios, you least expect to forge anything meaningful in your life,right? Wrong....the friendship you fostered and nurtured in this atmosphere would later on turn out to be the most meaningful relationship one can ever hoped for. You will realise that after all those rat-race, corporate ladder pushing and business menovere, the friends you had during those five 'torturous' years remain the only people who could really understand and still accept you.
They already knew your faults and shortcomings and you don't have to hide or pretend with them. In other word...you are at ease wit them because you can let your hair down. That is...if you still have hairs by then! When you lived in a fully residential (boarding) school, you will almost always end up with the same friends who shared the same 'tortourous' years with you.
I was fortunate in meeting some of these friends from the boarding school and I guess you could tell from the photos.....how happy, loud and cheerful we were and its good to know that nothing and nobody has changed. To all SAJOHANs......here's looking at you, kid!!!! Be Cool........
till we meet again.....hos cakalin ......au revoir..........adios.......cao.........!! remember, remember, the summer of 2011.... |
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
OUT OF ISTANBUL - NOSTALGY
Right Click and Listen to this beautiful piece by Richard Clayderman while you read the post.
Many things can trigger our senses and bring us to the world of Nostalgy and the composer created this beautiful masterpiece to accompany us as we travel back to time. It's a Nostalgy moment for me today as I reflect on my life on this wonderful birthday of mine.
Many things can trigger our senses and bring us to the world of Nostalgy and the composer created this beautiful masterpiece to accompany us as we travel back to time. It's a Nostalgy moment for me today as I reflect on my life on this wonderful birthday of mine.
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