30 June 2007

Your Thoughts...


United we Stand... Devided we Fall...

You see, since I got back from a 6 year stint in London last August, I've been shocked one time after another. Right to this point where i lay battered and bruised before you now...

Kuwait is a funny old place, it really is... for a start, things are never as simple as they appear on the surface...

They say Kuwait is a Muslim state that maintains the secular rights of non-Muslims... I say, 'BAH!'. Since i arrived in August of last, superficially everything seems to be alright. Though i can't help being disappointed on that front.

Hardly anyone on this land practices Islam to its bare minimum, I've personally had discussion with supposedly religious people (Beard, Short-Dress and all...) who have commented on my liberal views. Following which, once their defenses fell through prolonged chats, they care to venture their summer fling stories with so and so in some foreign country. Which are, beyond doubt, insane..!

Now, I'm no guru on Islam... but isn't Islam a way of life...?! a mental being...?! a peace with oneself, of content hood and righteousness...?! does this way of life take a break when you're out of the country...?!

I know I'm not the first, and definitely not the last person, to bring forth this argument, but there's a reason why i am... reason being, its the foundation of 90% of our problems!

You see in Kuwait, I believe our biggest flaw is our false interpretation of social standing... with that i mean, that people create two profiles of themselves. A personal profile, whom close friends and maybe the family might see, and a public profile that is accessible by all. The funny thing is the variation between the two is in most cases severe.

Girls have a hard time here, am sure... Blame it on stubbornness or sluttyness, either way, you guys do bloody ask for it most of the time... And if you've been to Marina Mall on the weekends you'd know what i mean... Damn..! the amount of shit these girls go through just to be followed around and treated like nothing more than booty calls by questionably looking power rangers is beyond me...

It's sad guys... once you get over the surface, it's nothing but a nation with as many facades as a clown on 'Clown Idol - Show Night'... We've lost our true spirit...

Remember back in the days when the families of kuwait would prepare for Independance and Liberation day weeks in advanced... Parading the streets with one message, 'WE ARE UNITED!'...

Nowadays, police are in an effort to stop it weeks before it arrives because it has spiraled down to nothing more than a disgraceful act of hooliganism...

Fools...!

Welcome to the Apothecary...

"O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."

-- From Romeo and Juliet (V, iii, 119-120)

Apothecary (pronounced / ah-POTH-i-kerry) is a historical name for a medical practitioner who formulates and dispenses materia medica to physicians, surgeons and patients — a role now served by a pharmacist.

In early times, an apothecary was a one-stop shop for any kind of medical service. whether that meant midwifing a pregnant mother-to-be or supplying Shakespeare with opium, an apothecary had the trust of his people because of one simple reason, the apothocary had mainly been blunt and straightforward. Thus, people who visited can always assure unbiased advise.

With that in mind, this is what i'd like the theme of this blog to entail. Blunt and straightforward insights into the world around me.

This is what i'll leave you with for now..

Peace..