Cleaning a street


Last few days, random people from different phases of my life have been calling me to go and clean their streets! So far, my first reaction was that of surprise and the second one is of delight…I will get back to the delight part, in a bit…

 

Nope, I still have not switched my career to become a street cleaner… but of course there is a background story behind those weird requests… I won’t be able to tell the story as nicely as Nasseem does… So I am leaving it to him to tell the story in his words…

 

Meanwhile… enjoy J

 

Now back to the delight bit… this project took facebook’s place in the last few days… a couple of  friends who wandered away in life’s funny turns, found their way back… and there is nothing  more delightful than hearing from an old friend…

On a different note… I am trying to learn how to edit fims… i am working on editing the film that I took of this event… once it is done, i will publish it…

Note 2: isn’t technology amazing?!!!  I am so grateful that I exist at this time and place (only place is no longer an issue in our lives)… When I was younger, I wished I existed in the medieval ages! (what was I thinking?!)

August 19th 2008 Posted to

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My dirty guest

One of  the project’s associates, who had been dangerously uncooperative had miraculously become dangerously cooperative… he dropped in to pay us an unseasonable visit. I was extremely busy preparing for an event…

 When he realized , he was not going to get the required social pleasantries form me, he rose to leave…  one of the neighbors’ children was scanning the dictionary ( I still don’t understand which part of the dictionary this child derives pleasure from, given the fact that he still can’t read and the dictionary is pictures barren)

 As the door closed behind him (I am at least grateful the child waited for that), the kid rose his beautiful eyes and said seriously

 

“What a dirty man! His mother should spank him!”

The guy was smoking a cigarette, even though the office culture forbids smoking….and when he finished, he simply left it to die off on the side of my lovely couch!!

  

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

 

 
This incident reminded me of a scene in the Blind Assassin. ( which is still is one of my favorite books) In this scene, the narrator, who is a an unexposed middle class girl is getting engaged to a rich, famous, high class politician. Since she does not know how to behave publicly, she watches her fiance’s lovely sister like a hawk. In an event, the sister eats something greasy with her fingers, only to discover there are no napkins supplied… the narrator watches and watches, she wants to see where would the lovely sister wipe her fingers off? her dress? the couch? the curtains? (When i read the book, i was very amused by this bit… I was curious myself to learn how a classy lady  would behave in such situations…)
 

 

 

I won’t say where she wipes the off, the book is a lovely read and would, for sure, provide all the answers…So maybe it is my fault for not providing ashtrays? but what kind of message would i give my visitors when they see ashtrays?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 15th 2008 Posted to

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