Thursday 5 March 2015

Crazy but lucid on Skype


The Skype calls and I race to turn off radio 4 and click on the green icon to accept the call.  Then there in the centre of the screen appears your face looking perplexed.  You stare with that piercing intensity only the under twos can muster.  Not old enough to pretend sociability or even feign interest.  I am pulling out all the stops on my end.  Beaming, smiles, hands clapping, launching into nursery rhythm’s we’ve shared on visits months ago.  You inspect me coldly, gosh it’s a tough audience tonight!  Then, something in my repertoire clicks and a huge smile emerges.  He has recognized his granny.  She of the crazy attention seeking over performance is familiar once more.  He babbles, at times he leans in as if to kiss the screen, he waves and claps.  It as if the entire audience of a packed Albert Hall is in rapturous applause and I feel a deep sense of satisfaction.  It was a tough show but the seasoned performer knows how to pull off magic.  The Skype call finishes and I feel the remains of the adrenaline surge through my body as the screen darkens.  I am left, the connection broken, but triumphant.  Another spider link established between that precious soul and mine.  For Charlie, I’d even master headstands if it brought forth those life giving smiles.  What is this granny hood madness?

Sunday 1 March 2015

tree killer, killed by tree


I don’t like to backbite but there are some people who need to be remembered because they were sufficiently bad to stand out despite the centuries of years that separate them from us.  One of them is Mutawakkil (born March 822, Iraq—died December 861).  One of his party pieces was that when he wanted to make merry he would summon his ministers, councillors and functionaries to his presence and let loose a box of scorpions in the assembly and forbid anyone to move.  A real fun kind of guy to have around.  Indeed, when someone was stung he would burst forth in boisterous laughter.

He immediately tore down synagogues and churches in Baghdad.  Then he razed to the ground the famous Islamic shrine of Husayn Ali and did not allow pilgrimages to take place there.  The tomb of Husayn ibn Ali is one of the holiest places for Shias outside of Mecca and Medina.  In case you are thinking why would a Muslim like Mutawakki seek to eradicate such a special place, it has to be remembered he was a Sunni and regarded this shrine as a Shia site.  Such was the hostility towards the Shias that even remembering the death of Husayn Ali, grandson of Muhammad, was not to be tolerated.  Muhammad had clearly indicated that other religious groups like the Christians and Jews should be protected and allowed to practice their religion.  So it is typical of Mutawakkil that he totally ignored this and only a little over two hundred years after the death of Muhammad began to target the Jews and Christians.

 He reversed the tolerant attitude towards Christians and Jews that Muhammad had insisted on, and requiring them to wear distinctive dress. In 850, he decreed that all "people of the book" must wear "honey-coloured" hats and belts, churches and synagogue built "after the advent of Islam were to be destroyed," one-tenth of their property confiscated and government posts were closed to them.

Anyone that Mutawakkil felt had offended him, even prior to his reign, was dealt with cruelly.  The former Vizier was tortured in an iron maiden (don’t ask!).   Even a small accident could be costly.  One of his own military commanders stumbled during a drinking session and fell on the caliph, this was enough to have the commander sent to prison without water, killing him slowly and painfully.

Even the oldest religion in the land was not left immune.  Zoroastrianism, established in the 6th century BC, held in deep respect a Cypress tree in Turshiz, Khurasan.  It had been planted at the time of Zoroaster and was thought to be 1450 years old.  Zoroaster (or else his patron King Gushtasp, i.e. Vishtaspa) had actually planted the tree outside a temple. 

“Doing good to others is not a duty. It is a joy, for it increases your own health and happiness.”

Quote from Zoroaster (c.628 - c.551)

This cypress tree was said to be unique in beauty, height, and size. It was considered one of the wonders of Khurasan.  (In case one doubts the ability of the cypress tree to reach such an age, one need only examine the e-Abarkooh – Abarkooh, in Iran.  This is cypress is 4000 years old. see photo above) Al-Mutawakkil was told about this special tree in Khurasan and was anxious to see it.  Typical of the man he ordered that it be cut down and brought to him!  Naturally, when the people of Khurasan heard of his order there was much uproar and they even offered money for its preservation.  Unfortunately, Mutawakkil was not a man to be turned.  The huge tree of such historical and religious significance was hewn down and transported to Mutawakkil’s palace.  It is suitably ironic that the day it arrived at his palace Mutawakkil was stabbed to death at the hand of one of his slaves. 


Monday 23 February 2015

The Best of my blog - three years review

It has been three years since I started my blog and I have more than 292 postings in that time.  At last I have had a chance to reflect on which ones were the most popular.  Thanks to technology, exactly how many people viewed each blog is clear.  At times that has become an embarrassment as the figures have been depressingly low.  But certain blogs attracted more than usual traffic and I wondered why?  Surely, there is learning to be had there?  So the research is in.  Here are the facts. The links to the individual blog entries are on the left (clicking on those titles wil take you straight to the story).  My conclusions are given below the table.  Hope you enjoy some that you may  have missed the first time around!



Title
date
View count
What was it about
08/01/2014
130
An account of my total humiliation
13/12/2013
225
Unusual take on sunbathing - poem
28/11/2013
209
An anti smoking lesson for school that turned stomachs
20/07/2013
413
Sleepless in airport and losing it
14/01/2013
653
Childhood misunderstandings of everything
03/12/2012
181
Why leaders are usually worse than us
28/09/2012
177
Aging is a bitch
06/09/2012
719
Malta’s amazing tunnels
26/05/2012
213
Stopping my son being a killer
20/05/2012
137
Linguists are lucky
26/04/2012
103
Poems that speak to me but are not by me
22/02/2012
214
Why we eat shit too

22/01/2012
294
me bullying at school

17/01/2012
103
How to get pay from a boss

14/01/2012
101
Beating the beater with art

11/01/2012
179
Getting thrown out with my Dad


Conclusions
  1. I have not written anything of real worth this whole year (nothing that got over a 100 page views) all of the above are from years ago. 
  2. Accounts of the burning of the Great Library of Alexander and Malta's tunnels were by far the favourites.  Obviously, I should stick to history and cultural accounts?
  3. It has earned me an embarrassingly small amount of money (5.03 euros in three years), but boy have I enjoyed it.