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Showing posts with label going Abroad. Show all posts
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Monday, January 21, 2008

638
Complete Idiot's Guide For Going Abroad!!
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You know idiot? These Are All My Experiments and Observations of the lives of me and my relatives and my kind of people (mostly Iranian) that I want To share with You.
With This Presupposition that They All are aware of the fact that There is No such Dreamy thing going on out of Iran, ACtually, But they still Choose to go Abroad.

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Everything Starts When
You choose to entrust yourself to The Storm Of Life, And Try to Survive.

And Then, You Leave your Father's house with a backpack, in a Heavy Day,
and You go live as roommates with one, two or more of your friends...
And You go through So many things...

You Face and Wrestle With So many Problems, Difficulties and Restrictions,
socially, Financially, etc...
Every Day,
Every Morning,
Every Noon,
In The Bus,
In taxi,
in subway,
in Pedestrians,
in streets
in the Shops ofcourse,

And When You get used to all these,
You probably go Abroad...

When There, You dont fear of the whole new place that much,
you already know the problems and situations,
And you try to get along with it.

Then The only thing that you do is
Understanding, and knowing the new way of living.

Yes! You Learn and You Do Feel the Life Now,
And You Are Actually Living the life!
instead of sitting at your dad's house in Iran
thinkin about the General Things like: Religion, Politics, Lies, human Rights
and almost Every single thing that prevents you from
feeling every single day and things going on around you with your quintuplet senses,
Things like:
Hearing The Voice of the Man in the Picture on the wall,
or the Blabberings of Your Dog,
or the great personality of your Champagne Glasses,
or the Harmony in The Black colour of the Swimming suit of that lady with her white skin, taking sunbath near you.
or the warmth in the touch of the sun on your skin, while lying on sea shore...

Then its the time when...
That Night,
You gather together in a Bar or Disco with the new people who have changed your life,
And instead of drinking to forget those Crazy thoughts in your head,
You Drink To Your own self, To All those efforts you have made all these time, To Tomorrow, and All these friends even some will remain temporarily.
You Celebrate with them
and Drink For Joy and you all go nuts and Drunk!

That's Exactly the moment when Time And days find their meanings:
You've got to work for 5 days from tomorrow morning
and spending the 2 day weekend with friends...i

مي دوني ايديت! اين ها تجربيات و مشاهدات من از نوع زندگي آدم هايي (بيشتر ايراني) چون من و دوستان و نزديكانمه كه مي خوام باهات در ميون بذارم.
با اين پيش فرض كه آن ها مي دانند خارج از ايران هيچ رويايي در حال روي دادن نيست، با اين حال سعي مي كنند بروند.

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همه چيز از آن جا شروع مي شود
كه تو تصميم مي گيري خودت رو به طوفان زندگي بسپاري و سعي كني باقي بموني!

بعد توي يه روز سنگين، خونهء پدري ات را با يك كوله پشتي ترك مي كني،
با يك، دو يا چند تا دوست هم خونه ميشي...
و اتفاقات زيادي برات ميوفته...

با مشكلات و محدوديت هاي زيادي سروكله ميزني، كاري، مالي، اجتماعي...
هر روز،
هر صبح،
هر ظهر،
توي اتوبوس،
توي تاكسي،
توي مترو،
توي پياده رو،
توي مغازه ها،

و وقتي به همهء اين ها عادت كردي
خارج هم ميري...

اون جا تو نسبت به محيط جديد ترس نداري
تو ديگر مشكلات رو مي شناسي
و باهاشون كناري مياي.

اون وقت تنها كاري كه مي كني
فهميدن نوع و نحوهء زندگيه.

بله! حالا تو ديگر زندگي رو درك مي كني،
و زندگي را داري زندگي مي كني!
به جاي اينكه نشسته باشي در خانهء پدري ات در ايران
و در حال فكر كردن به كلياتي چون: مذهب، سياست، دروغ ها، حقوق انساني و شهروندي
و كلا چيزهايي باشي كه تو را باز ميدارد از اينكه
هر يك روز دنيا و جيزهايي كه دوروبرت اتفاق مي افتد را با حس هاي پنج گانه ات درك كني،
چيزهايي چون:
شنيدن صحبت هاي مرد توي تابلو،
يا وراجي هاي سگت،
شخصيت والاي ليوان هاي شامپاينت،
هارموني مايوي مشكي با پوست سفيد دختري كه كنار تو دارد حمام آفتاب ميگيرد،
يا گرمي نوازش آفتاب روي پوستت در كنار ساحل...

آن وقت است كه...
همان شب،
با آدم هاي جديد اطرافت كه زندگيت رو برات تغيير دادن جمع مي شيد توي يه "بار" يا "ديسكو"
و به جاي مشروب نوشيدن براي فراموش كردن افكار و ديوانگي هاي توي مغزت
به افتخار خودت، تمام تلاش هاي اين چند وقتت، فرداها، و تمام اين دوستان حال حاضرت حتي اگر موقتي
جشن مي گيري
از فرط شادي مي نوشي و همه با هم سرمست مي شويد و مي شوي!

اين دقيقا همان وقتي است كه زمان و روزهاي هفته معنا دار ميشود:
از فردا به مدت 5 روز كار
و بعد 2 روز آخر هفته با دوستان...

Thursday, October 25, 2007

596
Reborn

I'm making history in every single moments of life!

like that Morning
When My backpack, my converse shoes and I Ran from My own "self" and whatever that had been linked to it To mountains.
Although I Got Trapped
and I Ran away and Got captured a couple of times,
but I was making history!

Or That Evening On "Jordan" Street, "Tour" Avenue
When We Closed our eyes to everything
and kissed each other's lips...
You might not know, but We were making history!

Or those days when I put a qulaity of time
to be able to study at one of Iran's best universities...
Allthough I might regret wasting my time here in this country now
but I've already made It's own history anyway!

let get back to a couple of months ago!
When I was at "Stone Sour"'s Concert
When that british gurl and her friend and I were Screaming our loungs out
Singing along "Through Glass" Song:
"And If the Staaaars, The Staaaaaars Will Shine for you"

Well, That night the stars were shining for us!

Or at "Incubus"'s Concert,
when I looked at the sky
and shouted out along with the crowd:
I... wish you were here!

Well I was making history during all that moments

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I'll Grab my backpack and leave this place!
Although I'm aware of the fact that, that time
I'll be Nobody, instead of whoever I am right now!
But I'll be leaving To Make a new history!
leaving my history book for you, Start writing a new one
Like a man born a twenty and X year old kid!

And You My iranian Fellows! Don't You worry!
You Are Making History
As long As "Vladimir Putin" calls his journey to iran the Freaking "Epochal"!i

در همهء لحظات زندگي دارم تاريخ مي سازم!

مثل آن روز صبح زود
كه من، كوله پشتي و كانورس هايم از "خود" ام و هر چيزي كه بهش وصل بود فرار كرديم به كوه...
اگرچه دوباره گرفتارش شدم
و اين جريان فرار و دستگيري چند بار تكرار شد،
اما من داشتم تاريخ مي ساختم!

يا آن روز عصر در جردن سر خيابان تور
وقتي چشمانمان را به روي همه چيز بستيم
و لب هايمان به هم گره خورد...
شايد نداني! اما ما داشتيم تاريخ مي ساختيم!

يا وقتي كه وقتم را گذاشتم
تا در يكي از دانشگاه هاي خوب ايران قبول شوم...
شايد پشيمان باشم از وقتي كه در اين كشور حروم كرده ام
اما به هر حال
در حال حاضر تاريخ آن را هم ساخته ام!

به همين چند ماه پيش برگرديم!
سر كنسرت Stone Sour
وقتي من و اون دختر بريتيش و دوستش، 3 تايي كنار هم و با آهنگ Through Glass
از ته شش هايمان فرياد مي زديم:
And If The Staaaars,The Staaaars will shine for you...
ستاره ها براي من داشتند مي درخشيدند!

يا سر كنسرت Incubus
وقتي به آسمان نگاه كردم
و با همه فرياد زدم: I... Wish You Were here

من در تمام آن لحظات داشتم تاريخ مي ساختم!

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يك روز كوله پشتي ام را روي كولم مي اندازم و از اينجا خواهم رفت!
اگر چه مي دانم آن وقت به جاي هر كسي كه الان هستم ديگر هيچ كس نخواهم بود!
اما به هر حال، مي روم تا تاريخ جديدي بسازم!
مانند مردي كه بيست و چند ساله بدنيا آمده باشد!

شما هم نگران نباشيد!
تا وقتي "پوتين" از سفر تاريخي اش به ايران سخن مي گويد،
شما هم داريد تاريخ مي سازيد!
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