An Open Letter of Appreciation

Every once in a while I spend a few hours online going through the different assortment of blogs I have been acquainted with over the years. Its usually after I’ve had a generally very practical immediate-past that I turn to people’s experiences for enriching my day with variety and color. Its completely a different subject matter that I take out very little from said blogs except amusement. My personal favorites are ones where there a bunch of things beautifully, and smartly, displayed and described, like in Park & Cube. 

Albeit their lack of functional reality, blogs can be extremely entertaining – and if you stretch the truth a little, they can be somewhat educational.  

When I go through my fashion/personal/gadget/travel/random blogs’ list, it ends up feeling like a community, like its a one big life shared amongst a hundred people all over the world.  As if I had been to all these beautiful places, and met all these wonderful people. Wore all those clothes, and ate all those berries. So much so that I find myself, more often than not, agreeing or disagreeing or even laughing out loud on their commentaries and opinions. It all feels so very personal. The fact that I, reaping that community’s benefits. give so little of it back bothers me. As no two lives are alike (which is a mind-boggling concept in itself), the sharing process becomes even more complex, and even odd – albeit the very obvious narcissistic quality of such exchanges, whose latest addition are selfiesThousands of selfies. 

And, thence, this post. It is written as an appreciation for all the dedicated bloggers who are either travelling the world right now or are snuggled up in bed in front of their PCs, thanks to your selfless sharing of your lives that millions of people like me can have all those experiences sitting at home.

Peace, Kinza

All pictures from Park & Cube, whose blogs I am going through.

 

Genetic Machines

And to Shakespeare I owe my vision of the world as a theater, wherein all humans are acting out their parts. – James Broughton

In the past couple of weeks, I have experienced and/or witnessed many occurrences that were very much out of the ordinary. Some delightful, and some horrific.

It all left me thinking that it would be very unfortunate if this were the only life we had and no one was looking out for us. Although, many believe that there is no one out there – and they have very solid accusations behind that declaration.

A close friend’s brother, who I knew since childhood, passed away today. He was epileptic.. And 22. Hearing of his unfortunate passing gave me a sense of loss, twisted my insides into a sickening knot and reminded me of all the hours we had spent together, all at once. I know that all God’s things must return to Him, but this was too soon. Maybe its all for the better. But if he was that young and could pass away at that age, just because he had some medical condition, there was seriously something wrong with nature and its life cycle.. And us humans as well for messing around with genetics and children just because we’re still ignorant, at large, of all the complexities that are involved. I know it’s basic concept boils down to ‘survival of the fittest’, it still makes me feel angry that why are not things like these watched out for?

I’m aware of the fact that genetic orders and messes, and environment issues are of our own doing, and that we all have freedom to do whatever the hell we want with our lives, but doing that upon the cost of your child, or even some random person on the street or even someone on the internet is intolerably unfair.

Genetics play such an important role in the character and, later, personality of each human being that one cant stress the phenomenon enough. Once a person has something written in the software code to his cells, its almost impossible to change course of those cells to behave in a desired fashion.

I do not believe we can blame genetics for adultery, homosexuality, dishonesty and other character flaws. – Jerry Falwell

This.. Is true as well. Genetics are merely particular personality traits borrowed from our ancestors for our coming generations, and so on. What a person decides to do in the short span of his life-time, he must face the consequences on his own and not blame some unknown force that may or may not have been there.

There isnt a minute on this planet that isnt overwhelmingly, and supremely, joyful somewhere and devastating elsewhere. We must always keep that in mind. Knowing that there will always be good and bad people, we must work in our lifetime to give the coming generation to bring out the best in them using our developed system and nature.

We must be humans, and not animals. 

Also, so proud of Sharmeen Obaid-Chinoy!!! The first ever Oscar that found it’s way home, because of her. I hope other men and women get motivated and start working on our, seriously lagging behind, cinematography sector.