شهريور ..

اون کتاب کيمياگر دو رُ تموم کردم. ديروز تموم شد. قشنگ بود، البته ترجمه ش خيلي خوب نبود؛ خيلي ساده گفته بود جمله ها رُ. انگار داره قصه تعريف مي کنه (مگه غير از قصه ست؟) در هر حال.. ؛)
حالا مونده راهنماي تجربي پيشگويي آسماني و بصيرت دهم و بينش آسماني و راهنماي مطالعه ي بصيرت دهم. کتاب هاب چوپرا هم مونده و البته چند تا کتاب ديگه هم ..
يک ماه بيشتر از تابستون نمونده..

نقطه اوج فواره ، سر آغاز انحطاط آن نيز هست. /

من شديداً اهل رعايت کردن و اينا نيستم، تو همه چيز از جمله غذا خوردن م.. اگه حوصله نداشته باشم هيچي نمي خورم يا نود درصدِ مواقع تا از خواب پا ميشم ناهار مي خورم (يه وعده ي سنگين غذايي) خيلي با عجله و يا صبح ها اگه بيدار هم باشم صبحانه نمي خورم؛ يه عقيده ي خرافي هست که صبحانه بخورم حالم بد ميشه !
با اين همه تا به حال مشکل جدي اي نداشتم.
چند روز پيش، از ديشب هيچي نخورده بودم تا شام فرداش و شب هم بيدار بودم. ميشد دقيقاً يک روز گرسنگي و دو روز بي خوابي.. و از صبح پياده روي و بيرون و تا شب ساعتِ نه / ده که اومدم خونه، همهش رو پا بودم... تنها چيزي که منو به طرف خودش مي کشوند نوشابه بود !! آخر شب يه کم غذا خوردم و از خستگي بيهوش شدم؛ صبح 4 / 5 خيلي تشنه م بود! نصفِ تنگ آب يخ رُ يه سره رفتم بالا و يک لحظه حس کردم گلو م مي سوزه و دلم و.. همين طور بدتر شد ! اون روز که تا شب اذيت مي کرد؛ الآن هم يه کم آب خيلي سرد بخورم اذيت ميشم.
اميدوارم اولِ مشکل ها نباشه چون لجبازتر از اين حرفام و ميشه حساب کرد چه بلايي سرم مياد !

يه چيز بامزه !
روي قبض تلفن نوشته: مشترکين گرامي: تلفنِ گوياي 192 مخصوصِ اعلام اوقاتِ شرعي و تلفنِ 119 مخصوص اعلام ساعت در نظر گرفته شده است.
پشتِ قبض تلفن يه سري نکته نوشته و بعد آدرس سايت و آخرش هم پنج تا شماره، از جمله: قبولِ مرسولاتِ پستي: 119 !!
جالبي ش اين جاست که امروز 119 رُ گرفتم (مي خواستم بدونم کدوم يکي ش هست؟) و صداي ضبط شده بود که: شماره ي موردِ نظر در شبکه موجود نمي باشد.... !!!
پ.ن. چه قدر قبض بده ! آخه منِ بيچاره چه قدر مگه پول دارم که اين همه قبض..؟! از اين لجم مي گيره که حدودِ هزار تومن واسه عوارض (؟) و ماليات (؟) و آبونمان (؟) بايد بدم! تازه خدمات ش به کنار..

عهد مي بندم با تو
چُنان زنده ت کنم
که صداي نشستنِ گرد و غبار بر اشيا
گوش هايت را کر کند
و شانه هايت از تمناي رويش يال
تاول خواهد زد
و خاطراتت از نو زاده خواهند شد
همچون روز اول آفرينش جهان
// نينا کاسيان

Love No Charge . . .
In a small village not far from the town, lived a poor woman with her four
year old son, Tommy. Every day Tommy helped his mother by sweeping the
house, washing the dishes, getting the water from the well for their tea.
His mother taught him how to make his bed in the morning, and sometimes he
prepared the breakfast for himself and his mother.

When Tommy was six, his mother decided he should go to school and this
really gave Tommy great joy but he didn't like leaving his mother alone; but
his mother encouraged him to go to school so that he could learn more.

So every morning before Tommy left for school, he did everything like he
used to do. This made Tommy late sometimes but it didn't worry him because
he loved his mother very much.

One day, one of Tommy's best friends asked him why he used to come to
school late. Tommy told him he had to help his mother to clean the house and
pick up the rubbish before he left. Tommy's friend laughed and said, "Your
mother is treating you like a servant, she should do all those work by
herself and let you come to school so that you won't be late every day. If I
were you, I would ask her to pay you for all the work that you had done."

Tommy thought that all his friend said was right, so all the way home from
school, he was wondering how to let his mother know what he wanted.
Finally, an idea came.

Next morning, Tommy woke early, prepared himself and went off without
anything to eat, and without doing any work like he used to do; before he
left, he put a letter on the table. Mother woke up and found out that there
was a big difference in the house - nothing was done, not even his bed, the
rubbish was still there, no breakfast etc: She came in the kitchen and saw
an envelope on the table, so she sat down and started to read what was
written.

Dear Mum,
I realize now that you are treating me like a servant, not as your real son,
so I would like you to pay for all the work I have done.

For making my bed every morning $4.00
Sweeping the floor $2.00
Picking up the rubbish $4.00
Getting water from the well $3.00
Preparing breakfast $2.00
The total is $15.00
I want this money when I come home.
Your son Tommy

His mother could hardly see anything, her eyes were full of tears and her
heart was heavy. After school, Tommy came quickly home, he felt happy that
his mother could give what he wanted. When he arrived, he opened the back
door quietly and went in, he was very happy when he saw a white envelope on
the table; he took it and went inside his room and started to read.

My dear son,
I accepted with much love and joy what you have asked for, but before I give
you the money, I would like to tell you how much I love you.

I carried you in my womb for nine months - no charge
Washed and clothed you - no charge
Fed you - no charge
Cared and watched over you nights and days when you were sick - no charge
Took you to school - no charge
So when I add them all up the full cost of my love is - no charge

At that moment, the door opened and mother came in to give the money to
Tommy, but Tommy was crying and trying to say something.

His mother said, "My dear son, are you not satisfied with the money I am
giving you? I am really sorry, you know I am very poor so that's all I could
afford."

Tommy came and knelt in front of his mother and told her that he was sorry,
and he had been influenced by his friend. So starting from that time, Tommy
and his mother once again lived happily together . . .