Art is the proper task of life

{April 29, 2008}   This is what he is

I have wondered what he is? how is he?
He aspired to be a disciple of Rumi
A hundred thousand flaws restrained him
The broken sage fell in love with Galatea



{February 22, 2008}   Aliana at Crossroads

I was out of the blogsphere for a long time. I am not really sure why. I was asking myself what am I good at? Perhaps telling stories? Perhaps making up stories? At times it feels that even my whole life is made up. Does that even make a difference? In my post-modern meditations I was thinking, “Is it that the content of the things that I say matter or does it matter who I am?” I do not have a clear answer. Just like many other unresolved dilemmas in life perhaps it is best to also leave this dilemma unresolved. I thought about quiting blogging numerous times because I realized that I had lost focused. I did not know what I was doing but now I am back. I have decided to write a series of short stories for this blog.

{January 17, 2008}   Back from Spain!

My apologies to everyone for not posting, not replying to comments, not replying to e-mails and not commenting. The last three months have been very rocky. First it was existential despair, then it was Spain, then it was changing schools, then it was New York and then it was Spain and now I am back but in a new place and with a new voice. Stay tuned ………

{October 14, 2007}   Quick Mental Notes #1
  • Having your neighbors celebrate Eid on a different day as you is so very totally uncool.
  • Advice to Muslim boys: Stop using “Islamic” pick up line. It sounds absurd when you do so. To me such “brothers” appear to be frothy.
  • We assume that people are honest until proven otherwise. Lately I have come to know that many people are just duplicitous but I ask myself, do I really have a right to make this statement? I mean pretending to be someone else is not exactly the most honest thing in the world is it. May God have mercy on our souls.
  • Life as a literary experiment. What does it even mean? For Aliana, this question is the meaning of life. Is this one of those things which do not have any meaning?

{August 9, 2007}   Shut up Aliana you Fake!

You may have heard of Inferno or Javed Nama, of Virgil and Rumi, of epic journeys of Dante and Iqbal. I also have a guide of sorts. She is always positive and supportive but our recent conversation was “interesting”. It started with me pretending to be someone else (hey its the internet, anything is possible) and her finding out. It started out with the mandatory, “Shame on you Aliana on pretending to be someone that you are not.” “I thought you would understand,” was what I could muster and then I continued “It was a literary experiment. Its not that I was trying to deceive them or something.” And then she gave me that look so I had to say, “Ok, ok. You are right. It is some sort of deception but that is not my primary aim.” Then she hit me again, “Excuses excuses, excuses.” This went on for 20 minutes until I got her point. So now I am in a conundrum, if I tell my new friends about myself then they won’t understand so I ask myself, “No, seriously Aliana what the hell are you trying to do here. No, seriously!” That’s the problem with literary experiments, they can become too real sometimes. What is little Miss Aliana supposed to do? “Shut up Aliana you Fake! You self-immolating genius!” That’s what she said. Look at the bright side, at least she think I am a genius.

{June 1, 2007}   Facebook: Its Over

Ok, that’s it. Bye, bye, tata. I am done with the Facebook and finally deactivated my facebook account. I realized that Facebook has the magical power of turning perfectly normal people into voyeurs. Then there are things that you accidently discover about people which you do not want to know. So there you have it, I am done with the facebook but there is one little problem – I have this sudden urge to check the status of my friends on the facebook. Help!

{May 31, 2007}   Where to Now Aliana?

I have been thinking about this subject for some time now – where to Aliana? Where to now? Where to now indeed? I believe that things happen for a reason, even though we may not know what the reason is at the time when that thing happens. So Aliana is here for a reason, by here I mean this blog.

So after some contemplation I am back, so here is the deal. You may have wondered who is Aliana? So here is your answer. She lives in a world where the boundary between fact and fiction is rather thin and sometimes it is not even clear which side of the fiction-reality divide she stands. In this postmodern day and age when the constructed and the artificial stands shoulder to shoulder with the natural, where the distinction appearance and reality is ephemeral at best the thing that matters the most is not just what we way but how we say it and even who we are when we say it. With this remarks let me officially announce that Aliana is back and this time she means business. 🙂 Some of you already know this, being me is not easy sometimes its less like being a person and being more like a committee.

{May 29, 2007}   Life – Snapshots

Inspired from the 300

Friend: This is Madness!
Me: This is Alianaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A Conversation
Me: There are some things that I can say as this person that I cannot say as myself.
BK: But isn’t that deception
Me: No. All that they have to do is to ask and I will tell them.
BK: You are crazy!
Me: Thank you for the complement brother.

Guess Who?

Me: This is what you get when you put many faces together.
Friend: An experiment in fiction?
Me: No, an experiment in reality!
Friend: Then what is the difference between the two.
Me: Many a times there is no difference.
Friend: So what will you say?
Me: Everything without saying a word!
Friend: But why?
Me: I just realized that they should not complain later on when I tell them.

Life can be ironic but irony can also be life. This is Aliana’s predicament and not just her predicament but the predicament of her friends. Lets start with A. A is for Aliana. I have not been praying lately, I know that I should and I desperately need to but can’t seem to bring myself to do so. G got played and guess what it was a desi guy, a Pakistani to be exact thus proving me right – again. At least she knows what she is looking for, as for me I gave up long time ago. L has stopped writing to me but I am going to be equally stubborn and not write her back. Well what can I do? This is the way I am. J thinks that’s she can out stubborn me, guess what sister, I am the best when it comes to stubbornness. I hope there was more certainty in life. But life doesn’t work like that does it? I don’t like finding out my dependencies and when I do I have to make sure that I have to make sure that I am no longer dependent upon them. In the process I always get hurt, sometimes even severely. And with Z, well I wish for once Zeb could try to be herself.

Reading a poem and the leaving comments on a recent post at Everything Is Eventual reminded me of a time when I was the “official” poetess of my crew, those were the days. I may not be that great in this task but hey every woman is entitled to freedom of expression or at least she should be. Now I am coming back from my poetic retirement and here is Aliana, the perpetuate, the victim, the master and the slave of irony. Enjoy. I was going through my notes and came across a quote by an old acquaintance so I thought this would be a good opportunity to imitate life again. This is for all of my friends who thought that art imitating life could not get weirder. Here is my conversation where we alternate.

Aliana Mirza

Dare I say I missed the alphabets?
But at Zay, why did thee place thy bets?
“Life without prickings is no true life;”
Life sucks, this is the sage’s fife
Nay, self-discovery is what he preaches
Limit of my mind-reading thee breaches

et cetera