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Self Obsession

‘You are not that important.’

‘Life is bigger than one life.’

‘Do not get lost in yourself, you are not that interesting.’

‘Your purpose should transcend service of self.’

All of those are mantras I live by and repeat to myself often. Why? Well I have observed a cultural phenomena that is rampant today, especially in the West, of complete unashamed social and self destructive SELF OBSESSION!

Just look what it led to in Disney’s Snow White. Had the magic mirror in Snow White had any sense the dialogue would have been as follows;

Snow White Disney Cartoon Witch Queen Self Obession

”Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who’s the Fairest of them All?

Snow White Mirror Introspection

”Listen up Queen…Witch…Lady! This obsession you have with your beauty is extremely unattractive and unhealthy. You realise it is driving you to contemplating the murder of a little girl right? She’s like 12…and you want to rip out her heart, seriously, I think you should see a Therapist or something, I know someone who is really good…I say this out of friendly concern…why have you picked up a hammer?!”

Instead He/It tells her Snow White is prettier…and well you know the rest. Point is, he fed the fire of her self obsession.

Self Obsession is nourishment for the Ego. The Ego clouds judgement, dampens empathy, diminishes humanitarian concern and bolsters self righteousness. It hurts you without you realising it and is toxic for those around you. So you end up in the company of those who share your affliction, and they cannot help you, for they are as self absorbed as you are.

Ego ego

Eventually you seek the company of those who are selfless and giving. You leech all their goodness and patience and love, to heal yourself of your self inflicted miseries. Taking and never giving back. Without a thought for how much you drain them. No thought of ever giving back. Seeking their company only when your Ego needs comfort. Leeching for long enough to feel good again, then slithering off into the dark you call life. A cruel circle, that you are unaware of, but the Self-Less suffer.

Feed the World selfless selflessness

Being someone who is the leeched and not the leech, I have found that I am thoroughly exhausted. There is only so much unreciprocated giving you can do before the ugly head of bitterness slinks into your heart. I don’t give to receive, but the etiquette of life mandates it. It’s called fairness.

SO I decided to reflect the behaviour of these types of folk back onto them and found it really hurts them terribly. Yet if you attempt to explain that you are mirroring their own behaviour, they look at you dumbfounded, and it became clear to me that their self obsession has left them so blinded, they don’t they see themselves in my behaviour mirror.

It was slightly alarming.

People are more self involved than ever before, yet not self aware.

Introspection and Self Awareness are the first steps for change that leads to the improvement of self.

Self Obsession is an indulgence which undoes your efforts towards growth.

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@jaredhindman

I do continue to be a player in the ‘Leech Game’, but to a lesser extent. I try to keep a limit on how much I give, when it detracts from the energy I use to improve myself, that is when I draw the line. Any good I do is to serve the Greater Judge, who I hope will see my intention as pure. Evaluate your place in ‘The Leech Game’ and decide if you are working towards Self Improvement or Self Destruction.

 

Your Thoughts?

Yours Truly,

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Stupid stupidity the simpsons

All The Money In The World Wont Cure Your Stupid. 

It is not a disorder which even 1.8 million pounds can treat, something which Roger Griffiths proved after winning the lottery on October 22nd 2005. He quit his job, reformed his old University band ‘FMB’, then once that fell apart started a another called ‘The French 75′s. He bought a health spa, went on holidays, bought extravagant cars and homes and generally enjoyed his millionaire lifestyle…until he found he had no money left. He has now split from his wife, moved in with his parents, is repaying debts and has gone back to work as a Recruitment Consultant.

roger griffiths lottery win millionaire

I have no personal problem with Roger Griffiths, nor is this blog post an attack upon him,  he is merely an example I am using to warn myself and the world of an epidemic which I am most concerned about. He is not alone, there are millions in the same stupid boat.

stupid people

See, rich or poor, whether you started at the top  or bottom, silver spoon or spoonless, give someone a pot of gold and the result will  reflect who you are as a person, (Social Injustice to a side, that is a huge topic which I wont delve into on this post). This story really emphasised the point that common sense has indeed become a super power. From Actors and Singers to Lottery Winners, stupidity has taken them from rags to riches…back to rags. Why?

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Well because Stupidity is on the rise! When will we have concerts to cure it? when will there be PSA’s on TV to warn about it? Where are the health campaigns?  The screening tests? Are we closer to a cure? Why is there no vaccine for it when it infection rates are soaring? How can we prevent the new generations from catching it? Why is no one panicking!? PANIC! PANIC! PANIC!

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‘Beauty Fades, Dumb Is Forever’  -Judge Judy

This is just a warning from me to me, me to you, you to all of yours. Money can’t cure stupid. Neither can a Private School. Nor can a Life Coach. A Religion can’t do it and neither can a Scientist.

Only you can.

albert Einstein stupid quotes

Open your eyes, close your mouth and use your brain. THINK about every single thing in your life. Then THINK some more. You don’t have to come up with answers initially, just start off by thinking. And once you have thunk extensively, start thunking for answers. They will come once you have come up with the right questions.

Everything you need to succeed is already within you, provided you have cured your Stupidity. Cure THAT and you can tackle the rest. If not you will suffer the same fate as poor Roger Griffiths.

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Pain

PAIN

 

Pain is a sea with no bed. You can plumb the depths of it to find it goes deeper still. What is the point of pain?  know it has one.

Pain FOR those who have gone and left their footprints on your soul. Pain FROM those present who stomp upon your spirit. Pain BY what YOU put YOURSELF through.

Pain. When tears bring no relief, only affirm that your heart is breaking.

Pain. When talking only reminds you of the pain.

Pain. When the silence makes it more intense.

When you feel you cannot cope, what is your solution?

Pain can be such a pain.

 

Cat In Pain... or is it indigestion? :(

Cat In Pain… or is it indigestion? :(

 

Your thoughts

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Journey of Hope

@zuzushafi

@zuzushafi

 

I drag my feet

Leaving behind a trail of dust

As my feet scuff 

Across the  ground

Needless to say I have grown wary

On this seemingly endless journey

Searching for a heart containing purity

With each step hope dwindles

All I have met is folk trying to swindle

Me, of my belief in humanity

Is this a fools errand I have embarked upon?

I am so tired now

Should I go on?

The nights have been darker

Than the days have been bright

Do I have the strength to continue this fight?

 

@zuzushafi

@zuzushafi

 

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Dear Readers,

This is the FIRST of a select few GUEST BLOGGERS who will be taking over ‘Cynical Me or Stupid You?’  to share their own rantings, creativity, expression or confusions. I hope you enjoy what they have to offer.  So I welcome Farhana, who was kind enough to accept my invitation to share her amazing photography with you all. I absolutely love nature and the talent of being able to capture its glory. Farhana does this effortlessly and combines her amazing work with poignant quotes. An amazing marriage. 

So without any further ado, I give you Farhana Rawat…

 

 

 

Hello and Salaams.. Greetings and Salutations!

I am so honoured to be able to share a bit of myself on this awesome Blog, that I have come to know and enjoy. So firstly, my thanks and gratitude to Zishaan Shafi.

I am a Muslim lady, Masha’Allah, so blessed to be living near the Lake District National Park. Until recently I have kept those images in my fondest memories, but now having acquired a rather nice DSLR camera, the mood often takes me to photograph images all over and share them with the world. I believe that no image replicated could compare with the unique creation and beauty of Allah SWT and I truly believe that it is HE who presses the shutter each time I take an image on my camera. I hope you like what I am sharing with you today and feel free to join my page on Facebook- you would all be so welcome.

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Farhana-in-Wonderland/134726850018320?ref=hl

”Seek the Silence and learn to breathe. A little air works wonders for the mind and soul, and often it is in the silence that comes our greatest gift of sharing. Words alone could never convey the truth of Silence, and silence wouldn’t mean a thing if there was nobody to hear it. The heart speaks in silence while true love speaks in unspoken words.”  

 

Please ask your silence not to shout at me!!

@farhanarawat

@farhanarawat

Hello Blog World… 

I know I have been quiet.. and I know many of you are thankful for thatBUT I wanted to disturb the peace and pop by to say…I am here, I am thinking, I am formulating…I am just not sharing much as of late… this will change… much to your dismay…

There is a face lift coming ”CynicalMeorStupidYou?” way and a host of new posts. I will be trying some new stuff and inviting some great Bloggers to raid this space and have their way.

Until then I Just wanted to say….

All that lives longs to be loved and it is loved THROUGH US. Every time you love you honour the Creator.

So love by word, love by art, love by photography, love by looking, love by touching, love by song, love by prose.. just LOVE dammit.

Love heals wounds that people didnt even know they had. Love heals wounds that are thought to be fatal.

That is the power of love!

Love can transform the wretched. Love can save the doomed. Love can revive the hopeless. Love can heal the sick. Love is the only cure

Like all things, if done wrong, it can cause more harm than good.

So love the right way and love the right things.

Start with yourself and work your way out from there.

As you begin to Love the path will become clear.

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Yours Truly 

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

LOVE

 

I want to talk about LOVE.

I’m not talking romance and relationships. I want to tackle LOVE. The energy. I want to explore and share my ignorance with you guys in a hope you will cure it with answers. I need to understand why there is a lack of it. Why it is becoming a stranger in a home that it made. I want to understand why expressing it seems to be so difficult to us. Why am I weird for wanting to share it with everyone and anyone who I come across.

 

 

Yes I am one of those people. I love to say hello to strangers, I love smiling at people, I love striking up conversations. Hell If I could I would go around hugging people. I am fully aware of how uncomfortable it makes some people feel, but I love it because the next time I hope it will be less alien to them. I am a firm believer in exchanges of love between two strangers as I don’t feel that we are strangers. we are children of the earth. We are one and the same. I know you. I think there is nothing to gain from hiding it, yet there is everything to gain from expressing it. Friendliness breaks barriers. My commitment to sharing and spreading love helps to heal divisions and shatter misconceptions.

I feel like a lone ranger at times.

Whenever I come across anyone talkative, smiling, friendly and radiating love from their every pore, I feel invigorated and hopeful. Such people are the ones who dispel the dark and bring warmth to a cold world.We need more of this.

 

SO…

Why are people so hesitant to say something nice?

Why not smile at a stranger?

Why think twice before giving a compliment?

What is it which makes us question displays of love?

Who planted seeds of humanitarian discord by poisoning this pure energy source?

 

 

 

Is it not the most natural of things? Does it not make you feel amazing inside? Does it no lead to goodness?

It is human. It is real. It is organic.

It is considered a weakness. It is a good weakness. It is revealing.

I am proud to admit it. I am a sucker for LOVE. In its pure form. Not for twisted notions of romance, but for its essence. I want to be loved. I want to feel it envelope me. I long for days filled with exchanges of love, from those known and unknown to me. I want to experience it undiluted and concentrated.

 

I want to kiss the every face of Love. It has so many.

There have been so many occasions where someone has misunderstood my love. Used it against me. Taken it for a weakness. Turned it into something wretched. They defiled something which was pure. It made me feel embarrassed. My face flushed with shame. Hot. Red. Regret.

That then spawns Fear. Fear prevents us from further expressions of love. It closes us off.

It shouldn’t.

It does.

Never regret a display of genuine love. Nothing sincere should be followed with remorse. If someone else cannot process something so pure, that is their loss. If they do not understand how to behave with love etiquette, that is their failing, not yours. You responsibility is to create and spread love. So do not be deterred.

The power of a single action, which is suffused with love, cannot be underestimated. It begins a chain of actions, whose timeline could extend for years…potentially never ending. You could be the one to begin that, you could be a part of it. Of a global exchange of love. It began with the first pair of human lives. It may have been broken and then restarted, but it endures. You are part of something as old as humanity. You

Don’t be the one who receives but doesn’t pass on. Do not be the weak link, the break or disturbance in the energy flow.

 

LOVE is misunderstood. Hollywood, piss poor singers, science and multinationals have all distorted it. It is raw. It is ancient. It is one of the forces which binds the universe. It is magnificent and colossal. It is a building block of life. It is expressed by all living things, it runs through us all. It is spoken in one language. A universal tongue. It’s power is epic.It can heal wounds that people did not know were there.

A smile. A hug. A kind word. A thank you or please. A minute of your time. A simple action. These can have such powerful ramifications upon the world. Don’t underestimate them.

Stop over thinking love. Stop being afraid. Stop disturbing the flow.
Join in.
LET LOVE LIVE
YOUR THOUGHTS?
Yours Truly
Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

      

LIFE

 

 

Wrote this whilst listening to ‘Time After Time’ by Margaret Whiting on a loop. It is one of my favourite songs. Her voice is so gentle. Her delivery of each word is laden with sincere emotion. She never over exerts her voice. Effortless. I miss that simplicity in music. I may be 25, but I am a child of all eras and cultures. I am a child of life. From its Dawn.

 

It is on this topic that I felt inspired to write. To talk Life. Try to capture just some of the beautiful parts of it. To share my thoughts, doubts and confusions.

 

I think so often that I get caught up in trying to understand life rather than just trying to live it. I need to let life teach the lessons, learn from them as I live them, rather than trying to learn before the class is in session.

 

I find myself  more focused upon my destination than my journey. Always looking ahead, rather than looking out of the window and admiring the scenery, absorbing what is going on around me. Thus losing the joy from life. Those tantalising moments.

 

That is what I guess it means to ‘live in the moment’, though they are all interconnected, they are also independent to one another. There is a wisdom in enjoying each one, and an art to being able to make each one flow seamlessly into the next.

 

That is something I want to achieve. I want each moment to be organic and unique. Thus achieving a true life. I need to shed my propensity towards communist, uniform, regimented order. It may bring success of a sort, minimise mistakes and produce order…but it takes away the freedom of spirit and the bliss of an unadulterated moment of pure joy. I have things to work on. I am moving towards them. 

 

What do you understand (or do not) about Life? Share your thoughts and misgivings. Forward to me your philosophy or observation. Through one another we can live it better. 

 

 

 

LIFE

 

This overwhelming sadness

This terrifying joy

This concoction of confusion

This thing we call life

 

The wanton unpredictability

Spider web fragility

The sheer infuriating futility

Which highlights our inability

 

Constant state of confusion

Leaves me disillusioned

More so when we add epiphanies to the infusion

Moments of clarity

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Amidst delusions

 

Sweet and tender moments

Sugar sweet romance

Intoxicating highs

Precede the most bitter of goodbyes

 

Oh this thing called Life

Greater than a single mind

For we are but of an earthly design

Leave comprehension to the Divine

Live your Life

Whilst you have the time

 

 

 

 

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

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Sense and Sensibility

 

Sense and Sensibility

Will you be the end of me

For sometimes I feel

That you restrict my creativity

Which indeed

Forms the core of me

It is who I am

All that I know

My greatest facet

Which allows me to grow

 

Sense and Sensibility

You bind me in ropes

Of monotony

Bound to convention

You hate the mere mention

Of riding free

In cosmic emancipation

Prefer me to toil in daily tribulation

Sense and Sensibility

Can you not understand

I was not made to bend

To the tides of time

I am not cut from common cloth

And for that I suffer your wroth

Why?

Just because I will not accept

Social uniformity

It is tedious

For me to accept it

Would be grievous

 

Sense and Sensibility

You would have me slaughter

The child inside

Be it Son or Daughter

But I will never sacrifice

The happiness from life

No matter what the rewards are

They would cause naught but strife

 

Sense and Sensibility

Do not pretend

That I do not comprehend

Your benefit and use

I truly do

Yet you would have me

Wear you as a shroud

Fill my sky with naught but clouds

 

This is something that shall not be

I vanquish myself from Sense and Sensibility

 

 

Thank You For Reading

Please Share Your Thoughts

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

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Kim Kardashian’s Ass Is Keeping You Poor.

 

Kim Kardashian’s ass is keeping you poor. Poor and Powerless.

 

‘Is her butt that powerful?’

‘Sigh…You better believe it!’

 

Why? Well because it has a history and lineage. It goes out on tour. It takes up a lot of inches (literally) and column inches in magazines and newspapers. It makes appearances and does signings. It promotes products and has become a personality and brand. So whilst it may not be using your ATM card to take cash out of your account, it is keeping you enraptured…blind to everything else going on around you.

It is a distraction.

And it is these distractions which keep us, the 99%, from being as powerful or rich as the 1%.

It is the 1% who created these things to keep us from being equal to them. They have always done so.

When there was civil unrest in the Roman Empire, the Emperor would declare a week of Games, handing out free food and drink, as the citizens watched the entertainment. It is an age old ploy.

For as we lost ourself in distractions they staked claim to the oil fields, gold and diamond mines, to buying up land and then setting up banks to control the money. Once they had the money they then set up Governments and employed their friends and family to run Countries.

As immense a distraction as Kim Kardashian’s butt is, they knew it could not distract everyone for every minute of the day. An observation which many hormonal teenage boys may disagree with. But you see the 1% take NO chances. So they had to create more, and more…and more. Enough distractions to keep us enslaved to.

So the blame must be laid at the door of Football; Euro Cup, World Cup, Champions Cup and Egg in a Cup. Let us deliver the blame package to the NBA League, Cricket Tour, Rugby, Baseball, Hockey, Tennis and the other 1589 sports which are on constantly. Keeping you absorbed in their sporting glory.

 

Who is being signed by who? How much has this players worth risen to? What latest scandal is rocking the sporting world? When is the next tournament on?! How will you raise the money to buy your season ticket to watch each game? Have you bought the new kit? Are you spending your weekend playing the sport, pretending you are your favourite sports star.

It keeps you engrossed…and therefore oblivious.

Don’t think that the movie and film industry is getting off scott free. If I am going to blame Kim K’s butt then I have to blame them too. Err it is called fairness and equality. The big budget blockbusters full of robots and heroes. Sitcoms with damsels in distress or damsels kicking ass. There is never a week where a new movie isn’t being released…never a minute when a TV show isn’t on. There is an endless churning out of films and shows to keep us distracted. A few come along and hit a poignant, thoughtful and provoking note. They end up making £8.50 at the local artsy picture house and being forgotten, or being aired at 3.40am on a Thursday.

For the most part it is gooey unrealistic false hoping giving romance flicks, or high octane testosterone loaded mind numbing action films or leave your brain at home and lets escape from this world fantasies.

All of which keep us wrapped up in sparkly cellulose, following the silver screen stars most intimate life details, bidding for their used Q-Tip ear buds, scrambling through magazines to become informed on what is going on with their hair, what they wore to a event and who is going out with who.

The music industry is as bad. I’m sorry Lady GaGa but please answer your door, I have a package for you, please sign and accept… its blame. Its Kim K Butt type blame. Artists have become more than just people with beautiful voices singing to ease our aching hearts.

No, now they have become Prophets. Their songs are memorised like Gospel, pilgrimages are performed to them, their homes become Meccas after they die, their names and faces are being tattooed on bodies, everything from what they say to what they eat and what they wear is duplicated. They command a following that could easily storm any keep.

‘Hear Me Obama! Let my people go!’

 

So whilst we are busy finding out whether Kim Kardashian’s butt is real or not, they are working tirelessly to find the next Armenian Butt Princess to keep our lives bound to.

Whilst we are clutching onto club scarfs or waving huge foam hands, jostling about with other fans, shouting up our lungs, urging our team to victory… they are trying to invent another stupid sport to keep our hope in.

Whilst we are bawling our eyes out to the latest ‘love is everything, high school is so important, ok lets dance,  omg I can sing so listen to me, I can stick my neck out like a ostrich so make me a model, I hoard things, I drink things, I beat things, I own things and am a housewife with attitude‘ tv shows, they are thinking of how clever they struck gold by inventing the TV.

Whilst we are standing, in sub-zero temperatures for hours, to see some stick insect to walk down a bit of red carpet to premiere a new film or for some woman dressed up in salami to belt out songs about disco sticks, they are inside pleasantly warm rooms, seated on antique arm chairs, smoking a cigar and drinking a scotch, congratulating themselves on their cleverness.

Am I saying never listen to another song again?

Boycott movies?

Never play a sport or watch it?

No! 

I listen to music, I watch movies, I watch tv and like tennis. We all need some down time, we all need some escape. 

But I dont bury my head in the sand. When I escape, I come back. I turn the ipod or TV off after a while.

Dont let it become your life, for once you do, you lose your life.

Because you are allowing truly evil people to rob you of your future. Robbing you of rights you didn’t even know you had.

 

You need to look at what is going on around you.

You need to pay attention.

You need to ask questions. You need to demand answers.

You need to connect the dots.

You need to, before its too late. You need to break the cycle.

It has gone on for way too long.

We all have a right to this earth. To all it contains and to having a say in what goes on in it.

But do not think you’ll get that without a fight. 

 

 

They dont want to give it to us and they are working harder than us to keep it for themselves.

Awareness is Power so Tone Down the Distractions and Get Aware!

I Blame You Kim’s Butt

Your Thoughts?

Yours Sincerely

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi