Shaping the Grayness

#13 Posted by sarah04 on January 29, 2003 6:17:18 pm

Very creative and philosphical writing, after a very longtime we have something this nice on Chowk. Look forward to more refreshing articles from you.

#12 Posted by tahmed32 on January 29, 2003 10:11:08 am

Like a painting done in the verbal medium. Also a very nice build-up to the final para. And one can have some fun wondering what the shadow represents - the essense that every object has, per the concept of the platonic ideal perhaps.

#11 Posted by monty on January 28, 2003 9:40:51 pm

oye! mind boggling article.... i cant believe u wrote here!!!

#10 Posted by ana_dobarah on January 28, 2003 1:44:04 pm

well done! more thoughts later, i hope!

#9 Posted by Bhains on January 28, 2003 11:46:09 am

FarzanaVersey & GhalibZaman,

Truthfully speaking, but quite shamefully so, I Dont read and write urdu too well! But i still keep trying to develop a habit of reading urdu.
Its quite interesting to hear that you think this piece is like a miniature painting, because at the moment that is exactly what I`m doing, painting in the miniature technique!

Sabeen

#8 Posted by Ras on January 28, 2003 10:41:30 am

Beautiful writing!

Please send more to CHOWK.

Ras

#7 Posted by FarzanaVersey on January 28, 2003 10:41:30 am

Sabeen:
I am prompted to ask what GhalibZaman has...do you write in Urdu? In fact, do you think in Urdu? This is like a miniature painting, but done on glass. A great deal of naazuki here.

samina:
My favourite passage too!

#6 Posted by temporal on January 28, 2003 9:50:25 am

Sabeen:

after this i went back and read your earlier work…don’t know how i missed it…therefore this belated welcome to chowk…

as an ‘artist’…and here am using it cautiously…you must have more than a passing insight into lines and curves and shadows and light…and i feel to that you have blended sustaining emotions…in a deliberately subtle way…crying or misty eyes have been described poignantly The light blurred into colored smudges in front of her eyes, and for a while she was happy that the flashes of orange and green were all that she could see.

life is seldom right or wrong, black or white, light or shadow
life is composite grayness that we muddle through
sometimes knowingly, most time, i suspect, unknowingly
grayness is life that we decidedly allow to assume other colours.

rgds,

t

#5 Posted by GhalibZaman on January 28, 2003 8:23:27 am

Sabeena:
A very-much at home serenity and comfort. Salaam!

Quite philosphic and introspective and still retaining the innocence of childhood.

How do you do it Sabeena?---Do you read & write Urdu very well?

Do you, as a writer, feel that seriously pursuing other artistic endeavours restrict or release your muse.

#4 Posted by scout on January 28, 2003 7:20:29 am

simple and moving

please write and share more, we need more thoughtful, pensive writers like you instead of the usual chichoray who bring politics and religion into everything.

#3 Posted by Saminasha on January 28, 2003 5:49:52 am

``... Night is the time of darkness and evil they had said. Inside the house there were shadows but there was also darkness. Darkness was not a shadow, it was just darkness with no light. But when darkness met with light it changed into a shadow. That’s how Laila understood the hows of shadow casting. The way she saw it, everyone was full of darkness....``

(My favorite passage)

Ms. Idris,

Keep going!

#2 Posted by Ansari on January 28, 2003 5:01:02 am

``But when darkness met with light it changed into a shadow. . . . everyone was full of darkness. Which explained why the dentist always held a little light when he looked inside her mouth, because it was dark inside. When it wanted to come out the darkness would seep from the soles of her feet but on meeting the light outside it became a shadow.``

Awesome!

#1 Posted by fara on January 27, 2003 11:38:59 pm

`She wanted to see if he still had a shadow, did the darkness inside leave once the life had gone?`... a beautiful thought provoking line