Sunday, October 25, 2009

Concerning Tennis Balls

Control is an illusion

Its like a tennis ball that you throw into the sea.

You believe it will come back due to the tide and you think that this expectation is control.

But it isnt.

Im against principles if all we use them for is to prove a point. Im for principles if they make us better people for ourselves. Its difficult to balance this. Even the biggest safety net of regret is just a bunch of holes tied together. Thats the thing really, no one looks at it that way. No one considers the hole in the doughnut to be included in the price. Wouldnt be much of a doughnut without that hole.

We are so afraid of love. Sometimes when we give too much of ourselves, we get worried that some of it will spill onto the cobblestone pathways and alleys and be lost forever. I wouldn't want to quantify love. It isnt a bucket of paint that splashes on my shoes when i run towards someone.

Im between reflection and action. Hope is independent of this. But not hate. That is why I feel it is better to have hope. At the same time I am not saying we should be deluded.

To be in love is not to be in control. Love cannot be controlled. Yes, it can be manipulated, twisted and inhibited.. but it can never be controlled.

I think we are all just tennis balls


Monday, October 19, 2009

The Matrix - The Halaal Version Part Two

(This is a follow up piece to my original Matrix Parody)

A good parody is only as good as its source material, and before I start I have to say without any doubt in my mind that the Matrix Reloaded and the Revolutions are crap movies that lack the poignancy and philosophy of the first. Im not putting this disclaimer out there because i’m worried about the reception of this piece (i write because I love writing), but rather because I knowingly ignore large chunks of the movie as they hold little value to both the canon and often plot, as well as my parody of it.

When we last left Neo, he had accepted his role as the One, and started posing a real threat to the Matrix. Back at Zion, The Grand Mufti requests that Morpheus address everyone. Lets pick it up from here

Morpheus: Zion! Hear me! Testing! Testing! One two. Theres a quarter of a million people here, how are they supposed to hear me when I don’t have a microphone. Bilal, go fetch me the Azaan Mike.

One Two! One Two! AK can you’rl hear me in the back?

Ok, Ok, Bismillah. Zion! Hear Me! The machines have gathered an army, and as I speak that army is drawing nearer to our home. We are in difficult times. We must have sabr, we must prepare for the mac....ok, one second, ND 5463 please remove your vehicle as it is blocking the driveway. ND 5463 White Corrola... where was I? Oh yah yah yah, we are in difficult times my brothers and sisters. We must prepare. Some of us don’t even know how to tune our worldspace to pick up channel Islam, how will we learn how to defeat the machines betah. We must seek knowledge even if we have to go to China, because everything is made there. But I am confidant that we will be ready. Zion! We will Be ready!

Now straighten your saffs and turn your cellphones off. Bilal, make sharp with the Iqamah.

The next morning after Fajr, Neo leaves to visit the Oracle again.

The Oracle: Well, come on. I ain't gonna bite ya. Its Monday, im fasting. Come around here, and let me have a look at ya. My goodness, look at you! You turned out all right, didn't you? Is that a daffa thobe youre wearing? Very Nice. How do you feel?

Neo: I have many questions

The Oracle: Have you tried Wikipedia?

Neo: I don’t trust anything from a website anyone can edit.

The Oracle: Thats the biggest problem with Web 2.0 – anyone can edit, and everyone has an opinion

Neo: But isn’t all this freedom just another form of control? Its an illusion really, created by the machines to make us believe that we have choice. Like DSTV. 60 channels to watch but only one service provider

The Oracle: Keep going.

Neo: So what im saying is, how do I know what is real? How do i find my purpose?

The Oracle: But you already know your purpose Neo, youve seen it in your dreams. The mainframe, Go to it. You will need the Keymaker to enter. He works for the Merovingian. This French Jackass I know. Try befriending him Neo
Neo: But How?

The Oracle: I don’t know, add him on Facebook or something. He owns a Restaurant and a nightclub. Just google it and you’l find the address.

Neo, Trinity and Morpheus visit the Merovingian.

Merovingian: Aha, here he is at last. Neo, the One himself, right? And the legendary Morpheus. And Trinity of course. I have heard so much, you honour me. Please, sit, join us. This is my wife, Persephone. Something to eat? Try this new thing we have, its called Macon – all the rage. You look worried, don’t be, we have Certificate.

Neo: No, thank you.

Merovingian: Yes, of course.

Morpheus: Put some on a doggy bag for me, betah. I’l take it home, i mean.. you know why we are here?

Merovingian: Off course, its no big secret you know, This morning that idiot (points at Neo) tweeted about how he is going to get the keymaker, everybody knows why you are here. Its all cause and effect really. The Oracle calls it Taqdeer but I disagree. I prefer Causality. Let me tell you why. Lets just say its not in a persons taqdeer to have a child, but he makes Dua and his taqdeer changes and he has a son. Fifteen years later his son slaps some guy. Now, was it in that guys taqdeer to get slapped?
Now if you excuse me, I must go

Persephone: Where are you going?

Merovingian: Please, ma chérie, I've told you, we are all victims of causality. I ate that beans bunny and farted, now I must make whudu again. Cause and effect. Au revoir.

Then we have this pointless scene where Neo kisses Persephone, and they have this long drawn out highway action scene and whatnot, but eventually Neo gets to the mainframe ad meets the designer of the Matrix – an anthropomorphic programme called The Architect

Architect to Neo: Welcome, I am the Architect. I designed the Matrix. As you can see behind you, I also have DSTV with all the bouquets.

Neo: Yeah, but only one HD channel


Neo: Why am I here?

The Architect: Well, youre the ‘One’, Shit, I thought you would know

Neo: Why am I here?

Architect: Jesus Christ, is there an echo in here? Whats with the low self esteem man? Have some zam Zam, take two Prozac, and come back next time – the power in the adjacent buildings seem to be out. Must be load shedding. Dam Eskom!

Neo: No! Why am I here?

The Architect: OK. Look, Now youre just pissing me off. I mean, first of all, what makes you so damn special anyway? You don’t even have a beard.

First you get the Hidayat
Then you get the Beard
Then you get the Hoors

Or something like that. I PVR’D Scarface on Movie Magic One. Look, if you ask me one more time about your purpose im going to get mad and throw my remote at you. Then i’l just show Seinfeld reruns and then you’l see how evil the Matrix can be. I’m supposed to give you a choice now and you must choose between saving all the humans or saving your bitch but you irritate the shit out of me so please get the hell out of my Dining room.

Neo chooses to save Trinity and then gets lost in a Subway. Trinity and Morpheus go to the Merovingian in order to get him back.

Trinity: Wheres Neo?

Merovingian: He is stuck with an Indian family at a train station
Trinity: There are Indians in the matrix?

Merovingian: Who do you think handles tech support?

Morpheus: Well, at least he isn’t hungry. Ive never seen an Indian travel without an Ice Cream container

Trinity (opening her coat to reveal a bomb strapped to her chest) Release him or we all die.

Merovingian: Suicide Bomber? How Cliched. Why do you insist on perpetuating these stereotypes. Fine Fine, i’l release your precious saviour. No need to make a mess.

At this point Neo and Trinity realise that Smith (who ive conveniently left out so far) is the biggest threat to the machines so they decide to travel to Machine City in order to negotiate a ceasefire with the Machines. The machines know that Smith will destroy the Matrix so they agree to Neo fighting him in order to preserve their order. Neo fights Smith and allows Smith to assimilate him. This allows Neo to have a massive power surge of some sort and destroy all the Smiths thereby restoring order to the Matrix. Yeah, its impossible for me to islamify this bit so I wont even try. I don’t think its a cop out, I just think this movie is weak! I would have killed of Morpheus but thats just me :P


Sunday, October 04, 2009

On Birthdays and Writing

For the Past Three years Ive done Birthday Posts for myself, its been a tradition to put up a pic of Mj before he was a media jihadi, before he was an aspiring Ninja and when all it took to make him happy was a box of smarties. But now, as I become more and more detached from this medium I chose not to do a post this year.

I hesitate when it comes to somethings, but not this blog.

So theres been a lot of spring cleaning that ive been doing (in my archives) and alot of new paint on old doors but some things just seem to lurk... under the surface, beneath the text. I can delete the posts but I still feel it, kicking at me. I gave away too much of myself in this blog. And it made me vulnerable. To attacks from anons, from judgemental comments made by friends, to conclusions drawn from pointless posts. Now ive learnt to share a part of me with everyone who reads this... but to keep a part for myself.

My birthday was very enjoyable, and while im usually cynical when it comes to wishing people on facebook, I really appreciated all the well wishes. It made me feel very special. The best e-mail I got though was this one


from my niece Rumaysa in Australia. My family are coming down for a holiday next month and im very excited about it. They havent been down since emigrating seven years ago so everyone is excited. Its one thing im looking forward to.

This is what I wrote on Facebook earlier this evening - i was thinking about my blog when I wrote it


A lover must love

and a writer must write

Beyond words that heal, beyond words that hurt.

For fame, for others, for income.

In spite of fame, others, income.

The writer must Write.

We cannot keep it in.

Our sadness escapes in our tears, our joy in our smiles.

We have to capture it in our words.

We must write for ourselves.

We must write for ourselves.

Most of my new stuff is very personal. So I write for myself. To reflect, to absorb and sometimes to deflect.

We cannot keep it all in. We all need a pensieve*

There is beauty in writing for oneself.

I do not need to tell the world about all of my emotions. Its extremely liberating to be able to deal with emotion without the need for external support or acknowledgement. Without sympathy or praise.

Yes, we should write for others as well. We all love the attention, the comments, and sometimes the criticism. Whenever I press publish I am sharing a part of myself with the world. Even the most trivial note has some starting point that is beyond reductionist notions of filling some vacuum or void. Unless you're a cretinous plagiarist. Then you arent sharing anything of yours, you are just being a parasite (but this is something I will get into in another Note)

Im not saying that we shouldnt write to fill a void... That we shouldnt write for filling a vacuum. I am saying that we should write because we have to. Whatever the reason. Whatever the situation. Whatever the emotion.

We should write when we are happy, and we should write when we are sad. We should also write when we're not sure whether we are happy or sad.

Its ok to write when we are sad.

Sometimes we need to write when we are sad.

Sometimes I write to draw the poison out. I keep a little bit in. To make me a little bit harder. To make me a little more immune the next time. Antidote to Hate.

But whatever the reason,

the lover must love

and the writer must write

Give yourself completely to your words, but keep some away from others.

This is why when I write for myself I dont click 'Publish'.