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Here at the Majlis we voice our thoughts; worries and concerns .. We resonate our inner self and we chill out as well.. This Majlis is our space to relax even if it seems impossible at times ..
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Carving The Mind

>> Thursday, January 22, 2009

And as I was day-dreaming while enjoying my vanilla ice cream and my evening coffee at this not-so-crowded down town Italian restaurant; I imagined him an old gentleman with thick gray hair and a gray moustache with a 'lock' and a big deep brown eyes .. and there was an iceberg as well somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind !
" May I have the bill please.. I have to be somewhere else soon ".. I felt like leaving a big tip, which I did, and I walked out smelling each flake of snow that was hugging my moment.. enjoying the way it was touching my face very gently before it transformed itself into a tickling cold drop of water on my cheeks..
And I carried myself very lightly, anxious and happy at the same time.. and I entered his place.. I smiled as he welcomed me with a very warm smile from deep within.. and to my surprise, while shaking hands with him and introducing myself, he looked exactly like I pictured him in my imagination minutes ago.. tall and slim, old with a thick gray hair and big deep brown eyes..
" Let your inner peace dictate your creativity.. Let it flow the way it should.. don't strain your mind, it should be effortless " .. those were his words before each one of us, his five students, started following his instructions: it should be warm water; don't make it too hot otherwise it will dry soon.. and we started pouring plaster into a huge bucket of warm water.. each working through it at his/her station.. and the place started to be dusty as we started using big empty yogurt containers to shovel the plaster.. felt like I was playing with beach sand in a way, or so I thought !
" I'll do the mixing with my hands instead of the metal mixer.. I find it relaxing " I said to him.. he goes " there is no one to pair with you.. I'll help you out " .. and he approached me with that warm smile, digging into the plaster and mixing it in my bucket of water.. and the paste got formed few minutes later through that .. " put your hand in it; it should form a glove around your fingers "..
" Hey guys, give the lady a hand " .. and my classmates helped me out pour my paste into a big box placed on the floor..
" It should dry in 15 minutes or so while it generates heat.. that the way this chemical reaction works " .. while smiling again..
And those 15 minutes passed while we as classmates were socializing with each other.. Bob is a University Professor who's into religious studies and philosophy; he injured his finger while slicing away cheese and so he was having a medical conversation with me after telling him what I do for living.. Melissa is a translator at the Market, and Francoise thought I was French for some reason " You have a French accent " .. " Well, I lived in Montreal for 5 years if that would explain it " .. Mark was standing all alone very occupied with thoughts; but he looked determined for whatever determination takes ..
" Time to take the paste out of the boxes.. place them on the tables and start carving " .. again he said it with that imprinted smile on his face.. I only realized I've just joined an art school for carving when he said so.. it was my first class; spanning 3 hours each; once per week on Wednesdays.. " You missed my class last week, but it's OK you'll catch up soon "..
I got my instruments handy, a chisel.. two hammers, a small brush, a smaller chisel for fine carving and I started my first strike on that white almost 'stoned' hot paste.. I didn't know what shape my stone will take at the end, but I was happy working through it.. when we started carving, he kept quiet and instead kept analyzing our minds and feelings..
It was only few minutes through carving when all my excitement with the instruments, that felt like little toys to me, started to vanish while despair, worries and fear started crawling slowly into my moments again.. I heard a voice advising " don't think this angle or that one is ugly or you can't do anything with it.. you can always make something beautiful out of it " .. and I started feeling good again.. but I was slow for some reason I couldn't figure out.. I kept trying all instruments I have and nothing was helping my almost frozen steps; and I lost my smile once again .. and with a loud confident voice he said to me " Don't be afraid of it.. come on get it.. do whatever you want with it.. just don't be afraid " .. his voice fueled my shaky soul, I kept looking at my stone studying its curves in and out and I started carving and chiseling really hard, one strike after the other till I really got carried away..I didn't realize how hard I was chiseling until I started sweating.. my moments got injected with heat.. I was transfusing all frustration I have and all fear I'm living into this piece of stone I was working on.. and all of a sudden I stopped when I realized my instruments were very loud and I could be disturbing my colleagues.. my old and gentle instructor kept smiling at me.. I took a step aside and I stared at the big white stone I was carving .. it got transformed into an iceberg.. and I smiled while feeling its rough surfaces that I created with my chisel and with my anger and I said firmly and confidently " You see, this rough surface is nothing but my rough days.. show me how to engrave a writing on it.. I want the letters to look like standing figures "..
" Time to clean up, we're done with this session " he said.. " What would we be doing during our next session ? " I asked.. " Continue carving ".. he answered me.. " And the session after ? " I asked.. " Continue carving " he answered with a big warm smile..
I helped him shovel the floor.. I wished him and my classmates a good night.. and here I am.. carving my mind.. missing my iceberg.. and my yet to be engraved letters..

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MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN

>> Wednesday, January 21, 2009

MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN
MY FAILURE IS MY GAIN

Good Night.. IYM

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Birds of Love !

>> Wednesday, January 14, 2009





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Chill Out with 3abadi

>> Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Part-3



Part-4


I'm just chilling out with 3abadi and this interview.. I wish I could meet with him in person one day.. would like to attend one of his Oud 'crys' privately !

Enjoy your evening all..

IYM

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New York City

>> Sunday, January 11, 2009

" Duck Lake at Central Park "

" Central Park "
" The Chrysler Building "

' Just next to Battery Park '

' Battery Park '


Here are some of the pictures that my BlackBerry captured during my New Year's visit to New York city.. I enjoyed it alot.. for sure I'll give it another visit; next time to shop for shoes and
to attend my favorite musical " The Phantom of the Opera " one more time ;)
Hope you like the pix.. Enjoy your weekend..
IYM
















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In Sleep He Sang To Me..

>> Monday, January 5, 2009



IYM is back from her dream trip to New York city. Once it was said that NYC is the greatest city in the World; I couldn't agree any more.. a city that simply contains the entire world in its million corners.. I haven't seen such a city where everything is magnified to the extreme; from taxi cabs; shopping malls; Broadway theaters; buildings; bridges; parks; and even garbage bags thrown at street corners at the end of the day !

Among the activities that I've done in my 4-day trip was attending the theatrical performance of "The Phantom of the Opera" at Broadways.. that's when I saw perfectionists in flesh and bone.. real artists.. I was really taken by the show from the beginning till the very end.. it made me feel I want to be part of the show.. I wish one day we reach same level of artistic performance in Dubai ! Attached is one of Phantom's songs performed by Antonio Banderas and Sarah Brightman ( this is not the theatrical performance as you might recognize ).

Once I exited Ottawa's airport; I was about to give the taxi driver my Montreal's address by mistake :) Anyhow, I'm finally back to the dead city of Ottawa.. I loaded my CD player with the soundtrack of " The Phantom of the Opera" and I started singing with it while unpacking my bags.. Now if you pass by my building by mistake and you hear loud opera singing; it's no one but IYM ! I'm the new Phantom of Ottawa !

La la la la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. " In sleep he sang to me..la la la la.. The phantom of opera is here.. inside my mind " .. la la la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..

IYM




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Happy New Year

>> Thursday, January 1, 2009



" Yes We Can " keep it your daily ritual and your belief for 2009. May all your wishes come true. And remember, out of mind.. out of sight. Visualize your dreams; live them; feel them and they all shall come true..

Good luck to you all.. and Happy New Year..

IYM

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