Tag Archives: Culture

Newsflash! A Poem

6 Aug

Newsflash! A Poem:

 

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Swimming in the opposite directions of life,
I’m appalled at the state of humanity.
Newspaper reports mediocrity
Miley Cyrus reportage still feeding the media frenzy
Gaza claims Israel the enemy
missiles shooting schools anomaly
children dumped in fridges immorally
soldiers beheading civilians horrifically
Government tact, so leisurely
playing the diplomats act – idiocracy.

 

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An MP resigns over policy
Another ceasefire – hypocrisy
Demonstrations worldwide, society
sharing shocking pictures regularly.
News readers report neutrally
Screaming women cry manically
Burkas and Hijabs bleeding profusely
4 children on the beach killed instantly.
Profound the impact of civilian mentality
Honouring the dead over a century
Yet rejoicing or rejecting the brutality
of modern politics in a divided country.

And now, over to the weather.

 

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Respect for Elders

19 Jul

 

At the same occasion of the House blessing, something else was highlighted to me – that being, no matter how old we are, we still seem to bow down to the commands, requests and directives of our elders.

This feeling was compounded by my Sikh friend, aged 44 and a teacher at a Secondary/High school. He invited me into his home, I accepted. We were or are 2 people with common interests, independence and our own family units.

So, he called me in. He offered me a seat, which I accepted as I had already explained the physical symptoms of my back pain. But just when I was about to open the folding chair which was proffered, his older brother made an accusatory remark and commented that I should sit on the floor as a mark of respect to the Guru Granth Sahib (the Sikh Holy Scripture) and to the others who were present, sitting cross legged on the floor. I was embarrassed and without further ado, I complied to the bidding of the elder. I sat on the floor, albeit in an uneasy and uncomfortable fashion.

 

Afterwards, my friend asked : “When my brother asked you to sit down, did you feel like a child?”

“Yes”, I replied.

“I’m sorry,” he said “I felt so embarrassed for you. My brother does that to people.”

 

We agreed that it wasn’t so much his brothers approach , but the attitude or response we provided in return. Even though I’m 44, it’s only now, in the last 3 years that I’ve attempted to speak my mind, be outspoken and assertive towards my own siblings. I keep telling them that I;m not 12 or 126 anymore. I have my own life, issues and challenges to face without being treated further like a child.

My friend and I conceded that the relationships and boundaries we have with our own Elders is a challenge in itself and a cultural attitude which needs to be addressed and the cycle broken.

 

Four Events

12 Oct

October is 

 

7- 13 October is

Friday 11 October was:

 

14 – 20th October is

Watching The World

28 Sep

 

 

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I am

watching the world screaming the headlines

masses tweeting tweets

chattering classes

nattering faces on books for fools

ogling not Googling on Youtube channels

dirty faces needing a towel

needles thrown dirty in The Channel

Syrian wars and Nairobi crimes

child pornography & criminal minds

pension prizes leaves no surprises

Council binmen could hire the Hitmen

drugs of white lines

MPs drawing time & expensive red wine

schools closing

children suffering

Fashion followers & football swallowing millions

to kick a ball

Doctors doctoring, nurses bellowing

stop the Aged taking falls

diet debating & pie stuffed faces

can’t bend down to tie our laces

energy supplies higher, internet usage slower

& still we are fixed to our screens.

Animals are dying, fish no longer diving &

still we think we are Green.

Big Brother watching,

Sat Navs are not matching routes and the

Rulers rule on.

People keep living

Miley Cyrus keeps twerking

& The World stops still for no-one.

Death is defying

Life is denying

& the Lives of Loved Ones have gone.

The Headlines are crying

The World is dying

& yet we fight to live on

With What?

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The Learned Kat

I want to create something…

28 Sep

I want to create something

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 adventurous
exciting
wonderful
unique
creative
artistic
practical
charming
unusual
great
amazing
stupendous
magnificent
worldly
global
independent
phenomenal
majestic
grand
godly
sensational
superb
stunning

I could go on describing the words I want

like

life changing
life affirming
one in a million
live your life outside your bubble

By nature, be you.

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The Learned Kat

The Truth about Me

6 Aug

Dear Blog, I have a confession.

I know I have been neglecting you recently but I have something to say. I’m ashamed to admit it and have tried to put it off ever since I met you. I didn’t want to tell you then because we were a new relationship and I was just getting to know you. I was meaning to tell you at the beginning but I got carried away with the excitement, the new experiences and meeting all your other bloggers. We shared laughter and tears, I liked some posts and was not struck on others.

Every evening I would want to tell you what I really, really thought but you’re positive nature kind of rubbed off on me. For a while I was happy meeting you and telling you about my home baked cakes, my daily observations and sharing some poems. I just wanted to belong and be part of your wider community.

As I said, I got carried away and although I enjoyed the experience, I felt there was a certain lack of honesty on my behalf.

So, dear blog. I have decided to tell you now what I have been meaning to say for months but have been putting it off. So, allow me to say, before it’s too late, that I am UNEMPLOYED.

There. I’ve said it. That is my confession.

I know its not a big deal to you but to me, it means everything.

I lost my job 2.5 years ago after working in the care sector for 14 years. I was, according to friends and colleagues, one of the best or good ones. I’m not proud. I lost my job in 2010. 10 months after I lost my beloved mum. Two years prior to that, I lost my dad. I hit rock bottom. I was lost and my soul destroyed.

I tried to remain strong, upbeat, optimistic and positive. But inside, I was dying, crying, breaking and losing my mind.

Not only had I lost things that I loved, I lost my way. I know for some people, getting a job is easy and a way forward. For me, it’s been an obstacle. I can’t seem to move forward at all. I am breaking inside and everyday I smile, but the frustration is killing me.

I was hoping, dear, dear blog, you would help me to overcome my fears, anxieties, feelings of depression and isolation. I was hoping that you could be a way forward and help me to be discovered. I realise now that the expectation did not fulfil my wants, desires or needs to be discovered.

I have tried so hard to be strong, tried to overcome my suicidal thoughts and feelings of loneliness, I can’t express how the dark thoughts and dreams fill me with dread. Nay, not dreams but nightmares. It’s been a long, long time and I can feel my inside welling up with supressed air. The oxygen wants to break…I can feel the tears stinging  my eyes. I am a lost cause and I feel as if I’m drowning.

My creative juices are drying up and my mind is full of blanks. I hate the way I’m living and I can’t hear any thanks…

It came to a head the other day, when I was on the phone to the energy suppliers. I said I couldn’t afford to pay the monthly instalments. They offed me advice and put me through to financial assistance. I’m now considered to be in the fuel poverty category.

I laugh. I mean, can you believe it? Me, not being able to pay my bills, Fuel poverty,,,It saddens me to think how my life was, to how it is now. I used to treat friends, pay for meals, buy new clothes, buy eau de toilette as a special treat to myself on a regular basis, pay cash for holidays, have small dinner parties and gatherings. I was a true consumer but, as my mum used to say, you’ve worked hard, so you need to treat yourself…

You’re so altruistic a friend said to me one day. I don’t mind I said in return. I like to give to others who are less fortunate then myself. I like it that way.

And where has it got me today? Where has being caring, sharing and thoughtful got me!??

Now it’s just me and my partner looking out for ourselves. We feed the neighbours cat. Plus one stray and I’m on “unofficial gardening leave”. I’m in the garden everyday tending to the plants, digging out weeds, removing dead leaves…

We are learning to put ourselves first. I’ve stopped thinking about other people. Do I really care? Do I!? Oh my god. It hurts and only you know now, dear blog. That my life isn’t all hunky dory, tickety boo.

The Learned Kat

Some People

4 Jul

Millenium point structure

Some people are worth investing your time

Other people won’t give you a dime

Some people are laughs a minute

For others, humour is like climbing a summit

 

Some people are rays of sunshine

Other people are cold as moonshine

Some people are givers of life

Other people are nothing but strife

 

Some people add colour and more

Other people break down the door

Some people are generous to a fault

Other people will rob your vaults

 

Some people are humble and kind

Other people are rude and maligned

Some people bring beauty and truth

Other people spit ugly lies through the tooth

 

Some people are elegant and rare

Other people are brash like a fair

Some people dance like Fred Astaire

Other people dance like a bear without flair

 

Some people are warm and inviting

Other people are cold and biting

Some people are a joyous celebration

Other people are a sad frustration

 

Some people are laughter and

live life to the full

Other people are walking disasters and

and make life so dull

 

Some people are happy

to live as One

Other people are angry

until their War is Won

Some people embrace all humanity

Other people chase the entity

 

Some people open doors and welcome change

Other people close walls and climb deranged

Some people are hopeless romantics

Other people are hapless and frantic

 

Some people are lifelong friends

Some people are enemies until the bitter end.

 

Some people…