Eid: Day 2

It’s 9:22 in the morning and the house is so silent. I’ve been up since 5:00 in the morning and it’s a wonderful feeling – being awake early in the morning after a good night’s sleep. My nani is watching tv in her room and Aboo is painting, other than that, not a soul in sight. Have Eid things to do later (you know, visiting and dressing up and all that) but right now I can read, blog, listen to music and basically, enjoy my own company.

I guess it’s boring for someone else to read about the above reflections on my enjoyment of solitude but I’m pretty content at the moment and don’t particularly care. Most people don’t understand my wish to be left alone sometimes (including my fiance). It has nothing to do with anything I might like to do. Even if I’m sitting, mooning around and doing nothing at all it clears up my head and restores some semblance of sanity to a world that is, for some reason, standing on its head. But how do you explain that to someone? And if somebody asks me “why” for stuff like this, the mere thought of explaining it makes me tired and cranky.

Sometimes, you just wish people would leave you alone without making a big deal out of it and asking tonnes of damn questions!

Maulvi in full form

For lack of choice and (let’s face it) sheer perversity Bob and I watched a little of Aamir Liaquat’s special 27th Ramzan programme.

The crowd? Suffice it to say, I never knew there were so many foolish people in such a short vicinity.

The performance? Tears. Jhatkas. Voice getting shriller. Hands shuddering as they’re raised to the sky.

Bob watched in wide-eyed disbelief. And I kept hoping the stupid guy would topple over into the laps of the waiting crowd. Or choke. Or something! After all, comic relief is a part of theatrical performances!

Postpone the introductions cos I’m mad!

Ok I know I’m supposed to start off with who I am and why I’m starting a blog and customary blah blah blah. But thing is, I’m reading Marlowe’s “Tamburlaine the Great : Part 2” and having finished the first part last night I cannot get over the depiction of the Turkish emperor and wikipedia’s incompetence.

Sorry, that was confusing so I’ll start at the beginning. I read the first part last night and the names of all the characters are given in typical English fashion, i.e. in such a way that when you read them you would probably not recognise your own name. Example: the Quran is written as “Alcoran”. Enough said.

So, to get to the point, Marlowe has written the Turkish Emperor’s name as “Bajazeth”. I read the whole play with a slight feeling that this might be the Bayezid the Turks are so proud of and after whom they’ve named the Grand Bazaar area in Istanbul. So today, in the middle of scene 1 of the second part of the play, I decided to google the name. Sure enough, that’s who he turned out to be. But – and it’s a BIG “but”- there is no verifiable information on wikipedia. Marlowe (as is to be expected from Orientalists of that period) has portrayed the emperor as a blustering fool whose only honourable act was to commit suicide – not considering the fact that the suicide is particularly horrendous. Wkipedia – that treasured tool of our enlightened current generation – only tells us what Marlowe wrote. Where did responsible research go?

Hmm- I think I’ll try to find out about it in a “book” – yup, that thing with pages that needs reliable sources and facts to be published (well, mostly at least).

Note to self: it could be pretty embarrassing if Marlowe’s version turns out to be correct. But on the positive side, at least I won’t have blindly accepted something that smells suspiciously like propaganda!