Thursday, May 24, 2007

Status: Happy

Guess who won?

Muah. Am rather thrilled really. And I'm still jumping around despite no bloody sleep. Milan campioni!!!!

Ros had assured me (after my cribbing about Pirlo's below par free kicks), that a goal was coming. And come it did. (Inzaghi deflection notwithstanding). It was only my friend sleeping in the next room that stopped me from going hoarse screaming with delight.

And super Pippo!!! Oh man. How do I explain my increasing like for the tricky, cheeky blighter? Nothing makes me chuckle like Inzaghi managing to squeeze out a goal. (And he wasn't even offside this match! Hah!). Ah, this will last a few days.

Also, btw, Zidane said Milan would probably win this match. Hee. Zizou. You are missed on the pitch so much. Especially when I see other people (note: Kaka and Alonso) trying out the roulette. Not even half as good.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Of the East and the West

I have been stuck in a rut for way too long now. Job hunting and house hunting in tandem are a terrible, terrible pain. Suffice to say I hate both. In addition to all the running around involved in those two pursuits, there has also been the regular visa hassles. Actually, I had no trouble with the Swiss and Turkish visas. But as usual the Schengen was a major hassle. The day I get a Schengen visa without having to go back at least twice before my application is accepted would also probably be the day hell freezes over.

I haven’t had the strength to read much over the last few weeks. Books have been lying around and I keep meaning to start reading them but I am too lazy and nothing has fascinated me enough to finish it off in one go as of now. So, I was very grateful to Thariel for this post on Ali and Nino that piqued my curiosity. So, I went off to the library to issue their copy and came across another book by Kurban Said (who has quite a background story himself!), The Girl from the Golden Horn. I’ll be in Istanbul in two weeks and needless to say, I just had to read it first.

The book tells the story of the young Aisiadeh Anbari, once a member of the Turkish royal court, promised in marriage to the Ottoman Prince. Having fled Istanbul in the wake of the empires collapse she lives in Berlin, studying Turkic philology. Over time she falls in love with a Viennese doctor Alex Hassa, and despite her fathers initial reservations, she was once to marry a prince and Hassa is an unbeliever after all, they marry. There is also John Rolland, urf Prince Abdel Karim, living in New York and writing scripts about the east for Hollywood. On a trip to Europe he tracks down the now married Asiadeh and reminds her that she was once promised to him. It is thus that Asiadeh is torn between her marriage and an age old promise, between going back to what is at once familiar or staying in a still foreign place and culture.

The plot is more subtle than I make it seem and if it seems clichéd, well, it really isn’t. (Well, not much.) The book is simple and yet immensely satisfying. Perhaps some issues never change. Religious differences have provided fodder for literature since time immemorial isn’t it? And then of course there is the perpetual question of Turkey and where it belongs – in the east or the west? Hassa, though married to a Turk, doesn’t hesitate to call her a savage. His ways are just as strange to her. And yet that they clearly love each other is obvious. Said doesn’t give easy, simple or clichéd answers to any of the issues and that’s why the book works. What was interesting for me is the sense of the Ottoman Empire and the post WWI world you get in the book. The roots of Turkish words are traced back to far flung places. On their honeymoon in Sarajevo, Asiadeh feels at once at home amongst the remnants of the ex-empire, at the mosques, with the dervishes. Hassa, a Viennese, has his roots in the Balkans too – a few generations back called the Husseinovic family before they converted to Christianity and turned their backs on the east.

I found all of these little back stories terribly interesting. They showed how cultures mix, how wrong people are in claiming some sort of cultural superiority, because we are all a result of that mixture (if anything, the world would be a terribly boring place without it, I think), and the influence the East has had on Europe. (Which is why I always find it terribly ridiculous as well as disturbing when people argue against Turkish entry into the EU because Turkey has a different culture. Umm. Okay.)

The book also tells the stories, beautifully and poignantly, of the people who had to leave their country overnight after the formation of the Turkish republic. They would have been just as at sea in the new Turkey as in their places of exile, and yet they carried the images and memories of their home with them. At one point in the book a Viennese doctor tells Abdel Karim that even though he lives in New York his soul is clearly Asia. “How do you bridge the gap?” he asks.

“The home, that is the bridge. As long as you have that, there is no contrast between the outer being and the inner consciousness. Home is not the bathroom you're using every day, nor the cafe you go to every day. Home--that is the structure of the soul, formed by the earth of the homeland. Home is always there, always in man's heart. As long as he lives, man is within the magic circle of his home, regardless of where he happens to be. An Englishman goes to the African bush, and his sleeping tent is England. A Turk goes to New York and his room in Manhattan is Turkey. Only he who has never had a home or a soul can ever lose it.”

I am now half way through Ali and Nino, and while I think I can say that is probably the better book, The Girl from the Golden Horn, is wonderful as well.

Interestingly I will be in Istanbul and Vienna on my trip. I thought to myself the other day, well, I’m basically visiting two great (ex)rival capitals and the centers of two great (ex)empires. It would be interesting to see the contrast, I think. (Does that even make sense? Probably not.) In any case, I have twelve days in Istanbul and a week in Vienna (also throw in three days in Munich and Salonica each). I shall be one happy camper when I am back. And as I was telling my friend the other day, also a fatter camper, what with all that baklava (sütlü nuriye!) and sacher torte to eat. Diabetes is going to be my doom. Sigh.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

At Angkor

One of the reasons why I really liked Angkor Wat was that it seemed like such a living, breathing temple. Unlike Ta Prohm or Bayon(which was probably my favourite with all it's Buddhas) there was very active worship at Angkor Wat, and you don't see just the regular bus loads of French and Japanese tourists. It was the Khmer New Year when I was there and it’s a time when Angkor is very crowded with local tourists, who come there not only to see the temple but also offer prayers. It made for some interesting photographs.

Offering prayers to Vishnu -Angkor Wat.

(It was so terribly hot and bright that looking at anything gold or yellow was akin to staring directly at the sun.)

See what I mean? The yellow umbrella looks golden!

(I love this picture. I just loved that man sitting in the Angor Wat complex with his very funky umbrella.)

Clothes to match the temple, I think – Preah Khan.

Climbing Angkor.

(The monks are adorable. Their saffron robes contrast so brilliantly with the temple.)

This particular monk was smoking up with his friend in an isolated corner of the temple. Are they allowed to do that?

Thursday, May 03, 2007

To Athens

Ah, I am in a happy mood. Its been a crappy few months sports wise. (I am trying to forget that Australia won the Cricket World Cup - again! *Curses*).

And I was all set to see (much to my misery) Man U make it to the Champions League finals as well. Well in all honesty, I never expected the Rossoneri to make it so far....but I have been so happy with the way they have been playing.

And they were darn near perfect last night at the San Siro. Kaka continued to be brilliant. Gattuso played with such passion it made my heart glad. And the midfield - ah, words fail me. They passed the ball with such precision. Man U seemed like second rate team at best.

So, it is on to Athens. And as everyone surely knows, a repeat of the 2005 final, in which Liverpool came from three down to eventually win the cup. Milan are intent on erasing that memory. I hope they do.

P.S.: I want very much for Andrea Pirlo to have a good final. He was very good in the midfield last night. But his free kicks have been sucking of late. Here's hoping he finds goal scoring form. I have such a soft spot for the man. And I still want his hair. Very much.