Sensation Seeking

Why do humans always find pleasure in seeking the extreme in most aspects? Why can’t they be contented within the safe zone or living in balance? I too, am guilty of seeking the top notch thrill in some that I do. I suppose this turns back to dualism theory. Positive/negative, for/against, up/down, left/right, man/woman, win/loss and extending to humans brain/heart, intellect/mind. We always think in terms of 2 possible outcomes. Typically either our mind takes one position and brain says reverse. We decide in favor of one or the other, close the matter.

For instance, while eating. Most people often tend to go for the spiciest of all dishes and find pleasure in the pain of pungent spices.  As tempting as it may seem on the menu, it never disappoints us once it’s dissolved in our taste buds as well. Capsaicin, the chemical behind hotness, causes your brain to literally think your tongue is on fire. Despite the awful aftermath of spicy food, admit it, we do enjoy the mouth burning sensations of spicy food. It gives us monetary pleasure and excitement as we fight back the tears and urge to gobble down cubes of ice. Seize the moment, and indulge ourselves in the spicy self-torture for the quick thrill. Masochistic? Haha.

Next up, movies. The horror genre is the top most viewed sort of movies. What kind of a psychopath voluntarily submits him/herself to terror? It’s the aftermath of the movie which appeals us. This is called the excitation transfer process. When people watch frightening films, their heart rate, blood pressure and respiration increases. After the film is over, this physiological arousal lingers. Any positive emotions you experience are intensified so instead of focusing on the fright you felt during the film, you recall having a great time and you’ll want to come back for more. Moreover, some people are simply wired to enjoy high levels of physiological arousal and adrenaline rush. Not surprisingly, these individuals also love roller coasters.

Then there’s cold temperatures on the list. How many times have you turned down the heat of your air conditioner especially at night and woke up with your teeth clattering, or in the worst case scenario, catch a fever next morning? I’m guilty. I sleep better when it is cold in the room and I am toasty warm under a thick blanket.
“The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, in the general consciousness you feel most delightfully and unmistakably warm. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blanket between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.” –Moby Dick

There are several other sensations that the human body can read only as pure torment. Homo sapiens were the only group of early hominids to emigrate over the entire world, which entailed great risk, so I think humans as a species are characterized by novelty and intensity-seeking and this must have been an adaptive trait.

Simplicity

“Keep it simple,” is an often heard phrase in our daily lives. Seldom does one realize that this 6 lettered word contains a lot of weight. Simplicity may sound like a narrow standard, as simple as it may be to spell and pronounce, but opting the ‘simple method’ can hoard us from a lot of tricky situations. But as human beings, we just have this innate ability to ramp up everything to the next level. Previously, I’ve written an article regarding how we tend to complicate the simplest aspects; refer to it here

At the beginning of “Walden,” Henry David Thoreau makes a concise case against the complexity of modern life. “Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!” he writes. “Let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb-nail….Simplify, simplify.

That was the 19th century, though, and we live in the 21st. In a typical day, we encounter numerous moments when we are delayed, frustrated or confused by complexity. For instance, it is innovation’s biggest paradox; we demand more and more from the stuff in our lives. More features, more function, more power and yet we also increasingly demand that it be easy to use. We live with this conundrum every day. Since a young age we’re taught to simplify algebraic equations, and in return, solving the whole calculation becomes less complicated. Make it a simple formula to your life by cutting out all the negative portions and complications. This would indeed make the life a garden of simplicity.

What’s the simple solution for the complications we face diurnally?

Keeping it simple doesn’t mean you’ll have zero clutter and zero complications. You’re a part of the world, not a secluded monk. You have possessions, electronics, distractions, and occasional hectics. But for the cynics who might say that in this modern world there’s no way of achieving simplicity, there are really only two steps to simplifying.

  1. Identify what’s most important to you.
  2. Eliminate as much as you possibly can of everything else.

It means getting rid of the clutter, and eliminating all but the essential, so you are left with only that which gives you value. So yeah, it’s as simple as that if you apply this concept to all areas of your life.

Types of people on Facebook

You, yes you! You know you’re guilty of these.

The ‘In Love’ Couple
These people rub their relationship on our faces. Daily posts tagging the significant other and infesting our homepage with their lovey dovey drama. An occasional appreciation post wouldn’t hurt, but everyday selfies of you guys snogging each other and posts on how tightly he holds you while you’ve got a hard stool stuck in your rectum? No. Just no. We wouldn’t want to see that. It doesn’t turn us on.

OH AND if one of these couples break up, they make sure that everyone else on their friend list goes into a deep depression just like them by reading those heart wrenching statuses and posts they update and share. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW ANNOYING THAT IS? I’m not sure whether I should like your depressing posts or not because;
a) it could mean that I am enjoying the fact that you both broke up OR
b) here, take my like. I sympathize you.

The Religious Scholars
“In the name of God, I log into Facebook.”

Every post they share, every status they update, every link they click is religion oriented. Sure, you’re truly a blessing to yourself but you don’t have to go around criticizing the less religious oriented people. HARAM SISTER, REMOVE THIS PROVOCATIVE POST. ASTAGFIRULLAH BROTHER, HOW DARE YOU LIKE HER SELFIE? Please, just give us a break. We’re just a bunch of youngsters having fun on Facebook so you don’t necessarily have to declare jihad on us. I’m totally not going to hell by commenting on a selfie posted by the guy next door.

The Selfie Kings and Queens
Do I need to elaborate more on this? One or two shots of yourself are fine, but bombarding our home-feed with selfies every hour is narcissistic to say the least. We saw your face 15 minutes ago, and yes, we still remember what you look like.

The Philosophers
Visiting the profiles of these people is like getting an encyclopedia chucked at your face. The sole purpose of these learned people is to educate people through social media by posting HUGE posts, combined with statistical numerals and uber facts. Make it a bit presentable. Then perhaps we might consider engaging ourselves in your pool of knowledge.

The Current Affairs Section
These people seem to know EVERYTHING and it is VERY CREEPY. Ranging from the date Obama first met Michelle to the date your grandma had her last orgasm, they know it all. I have no idea how they gather all these information and keep updating their statuses every 5 minutes. Their profiles serve as an alternative to online newspapers.

The Ranters
I am guilty of this.

When we come across something that stirs our interest or annoys the crap out of us, we feel the need to log into Facebook and post an enormous status about it. Why? Because it makes us feel good. Venting our excitement or frustrations on social media at the most intense moments makes us feel good, and knowing that there are some people out there who would read it makes us feel good. Read my rant. Does it make you feel good?

The Lyrical People
These people speak lyrics. It’s like they have got all the playlists from 1990 onward stored in their brains and if you ever say something to them, they would go all Beyoncé or Wiz Khalifa on you. Also, most of their statuses consists of song lyrics and they got a song on their mind to match their mood. Dutifully, they do insert a music symbol at the end.

The Party Animals
The party don’t start til’ I walk in….

A party in town? These people would be present. No one can throw a party without them showing up. According to them, even a baby shower is a ‘party’. And they make sure they take numerous selfies with their eyes half closed and tongues sticking out like yeah get high on zamzam and party til’ fajr, man.

The Offensive People
You’re insecure. We get it. But you don’t have to be a bitch about it. You don’t have to go around posting hateful comments like “gaaaaay” on adorable posts. And if I comment on your picture, I expect a nice “thank you” rather than a “gulhen noolhey.” That’s very rude.

The Thugs
They’re the chosen ones. The thug life chose them. These people think that adding “and shit” at the end of their statuses makes anything they say sound thug. For example; “I was playing with my bubbles and shit.” Their posts are all about rebelling and doing all sorts of thug shit. OH AND you will find a marijuana leaf and rasta colors on one of their profile pictures.

The Goody Two Shoes
These people tries to be as good and “clean” as humanly possible. They are more often than not a staunch conservative and takes pride in their virginity and their practice of asceticism. Of course they would NEVER consider smoking, drinking, doing drugs, or having any physical contact with the opposite sex beyond holding hands or perhaps a peck on the cheek. They can be nice to an extent but eventually begins to reprimand us about our “sinful” lifestyle and just becomes a pest.

Members of the Royal Family
A vast number of royals are scattered all over Facebook and they have become a menace to their nation due to being unable to locate them and this results in loss of royal bloodline. Please report to your nations immediately.

“I don’t work, I’m a princess.”
Firstly, you think princesses be chilling all the time? Wrong. They got shitloads of royal duties to deal with.
Secondly, even if you were a princess, God forbid, you would make a nasty one. No work, spending the state’s money?
Thirdly, no prince charming is going to want your lazy ass.

The Picture Owners
I don’t understand the concept of picture-owning. How do I own someone’s profile picture? Do I call dibs on it? Do I need to pay a remuneration? Is paperwork required? Is it a complicated process?

The Diaries
Excuse me, you’re in the wrong neighborhood. This is Facebook, not your personal diary. These people are victims of the phenomenon where one over shares feelings and meaningless details about life on Facebook. So just remember when you log on to Facebook and the “What’s on your mind?” status bar is staring you in the face, please know that we really don’t want to know the unnecessary details of your life which does not fascinate us.

The People Who Feel
-feeling food
What? I get it you’re hungry but FEELING FOOD? Really? Don’t you mean you’re craving food? These people violate the option provided to state emotions.

The Inspirational Caption-ers
“wow girl, that’s a mighty fine booty you got there!”
Picture caption: “To dream by night is to escape your life.”

TELL ME HOW IS THAT CAPTION OF ANY RELEVANCE TO YOUR BOOTY?
These people post poems and supposedly thought-provoking quotes as captions. I have no idea how an Outfit of The Day  photo relates to a deep-sounding quote like “Life is love” but stop it. I just want to see your outfit photos and your misleading captions are deterring me from doing so.
May your inspirational quotes inspire you to do something else rather than sitting on Facebook all day annoying the shit out of people with your stupid quotes.

Then there are cool and fun people like me. You’re truly honored to be listed as my friend on Facebook.

Oh Rilu, where art thou? #FindMoyameehaa

I refer to him as Rilube.

Ahmed Rilwan Abdulla, also known as Moyameehaa is a son, brother, uncle, friend, a journalist, a writer, an artist, a poet and a strong advocate of human rights who has been missing since 8th August 2014.

I met this young man 9 years ago and since then we have managed to uphold a close-knit companionship. My first reminiscence with Rilu was when I had him say “kalhusai, kirusai” in order to get a clearer sight of his two silver false teeth. The moment I discovered that Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day was one of the songs which topped his playlist, I knew we would get along fairly well. And we did, every passing day.

I used to hear from him diurnally, but it’s been more than a month since I last heard from. My highlight of the day was him chanting “GOODO MORNONGO EMU EMU EMU” at the break of dawn. “Emu, why are you so cute?” is a rhetorical question he usually throws in my way. Oh how I crave to see, once again his handsome face, his pouts when he’s being adamant, his merry laughter when he’s delighted. How pleasant would it be if he’s still here. Sleep and wake up to his texts.

Enduring his complains and whines was also a regular part of my day. I swear, he comes up with the most pointless grumbles and I would have a hard time convincing him otherwise. The last day we talked, he complained of having a huge tummy and was upset because mine’s flat. “Life’s not fair on me,” he said. So what, even if your tummy is huge? We have seen what’s inside, Rilu. A placid soul, and we have fallen in love with that.

Driving around Male’ pinning his ears on Nusrat music and stopping by Bodu Magu to have a joospetty is his leisure pursuit. He would devour the whole joospetty till the last sip as if it’s a sacred drink, and often tell me off for my lack of interest in joospetty. It was more amusing to watch him have it with passion, hehe. Afterwards, he would roll a tobacco cigarette with aptitude and puff out clouds of smoke.

Though he refers to himself as Moyameehaa, he’s very much sane and well balanced. In fact, he’s one of the most lucid people I’ve met. He knew what he was up to, okay? A freethinker, who used to cogitate on aspects of life. He questioned, and perceived answers. He was inclined to form his own opinions rather than depend upon authority which exhibited boldness of speculation; skeptical of authority. He never lost his morality. Mad, mad society. When a man goes missing, priority must be given to find him rather than pondering over his religious stances. And that too, using the minimal facts you’ve got. If you don’t know Rilu well, don’t give yourself the ability to judge him.

His words coerced them. Threats from the ignorant and criminal, not the plagiarisms of the envious, is the sincerest form of flattery for an author. Journalists are frequently subjected to such threats, intimidation and attacks, but that’s no reason for the rest of us to forfeit and seal our lips and pens. We have responsibilities as citizens to our community. Raise your voice, shout it aloud, don’t hold back. FIND MOYAMEEHAA!

Government bodies need to take this matter into serious consideration as this is a menace to the media freedom. We’re fretting over a missing person, not a missing tooth. It was disheartening to have noticed that silence from the President when questioned, signals that Maldives is apathetic when a citizen’s whereabouts are unknown.

But what’s preventing the family and friends from gathering more information about the fate of their loved one? I assume, political rivalries among the political forces have contributed to ensuring that this issue has remained on the back-burner. Keeping demanding for up to date elucidation from MvPolice! We don’t want Rilu in our hearts only, we want him present here with us as well. When he’s not around, the whole world seems depopulated.

I miss him and, I need him to come back as soon as possible. He never failed to cheer me up when I was feeling low, he slapped me back to my senses whenever I headed astray. He was there for me when numerous people bowed out. He assured me that he would be here for me, ALWAYS. I can never get enough of his humor and merry laughter. He made me laugh so hard that tears rolled down my cheeks. Now, I’m left to shed tears of devastation for him. Please stay safe Rilu, where ever you are. Please, help us find Moyameehaa.

A poem for Rilu. This shall be the first rhyme he reads when he comes back.

A poem for Rilu. This shall be the first rhyme he reads when he comes back.

Do you feel isolated, frustrated and helpless that you are not doing enough to help further to #FindMoyameehaa? If so, please visit http://findmoyameehaa.com, sign the avaaz petition to the Maldives Government on http://goo.gl/n3jYxb. Let the police and the government know you want a thorough investigation. Call your MP, ask them to hold the police accountable for their investigation.

dsd

World Cup Eye Candy

All eyes were on Brazil as one of the most heated sporting events in the world was kicked off last month. Full of breathtaking athleticism and tooth and nail competition, the stadium was jammed with spectators.  However, most of us had our eye on something other than the ball. Women and men were glued to their screens during world cup matches, but their eyes were not focused just on the scoreboard.

Internationally, football is known as The Beautiful Game because of its pace, power and free flowing action. But with all the muscular thighs, tight six packs and generally gorgeous bodies of the players, we can think of another reason why the game is beautiful.

From dark and brooding macho men to pretty boys and cheeky chaps who were on the pitch, the super enthusiastic fans spotted in the stadiums and on the streets of Brazil had truly been eye-candy.

Even though France lost in the semifinals, I took a little comfort knowing the fact that I would be seeing this hunk till the duration of the world cup.

Not to mention, the gorgeous female fans from all over the world who flocked Brazil to watch the 2014 FIFA World Cup. Let’s give a special shout out to the ladies who were showing their team spirit. With flower wreaths in their hair and flags on their backs, these women were showing the world what it really means to be a fan.

Most of the captured pictures of these enthusiastic fans which were rotating over social media are clearly NSFR (Not Suitable For Ramadan)

With the sense of excitement in the atmosphere, it had been a spectacular tournament. The scoreboard unveiled shocking and unanticipated outcomes which left the supporters dumbfounded.

Germany proved that depth and resiliency are just as important as individual brilliance in its march to the World Cup. The German players deserved greatness and they found it.

Feel how the planet become one. Beats like a drum to the same rhythm. Hear the whistle, kick the ball. The entire world soars like an eagle. ♪

Grab Life By The Balls

“Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who married a prince and lived happily ever after. The end.”

Above is the usual ‘happily-ever-after’ fairy-tale ending. Why can’t life be as simple as that?

Life is so complicated. I wish I could be one of those captured princesses in towers who sends their sad songs through the wind. Life would have been much easier for them.

Okay, no. Life is not complicated. Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. We create our own chaotic situations and ugly dramas.

I WANT TO RIDE ON A UNICORN WHICH POOPS RAINBOWS.
WHOOPS I JUST DROPPED A SPOON BETTER CRY ABOUT THAT.
MY BOYFRIEND FORGOT A HEART NEXT TO THE “I LOVE YOU”. I SHOULD GO EMOTIONAL AND CLAIM THAT HE DOES NOT LOVE ME ENOUGH.
WHY IS THE SKY ALWAYS CHANGING AND NEVER THE SAME?
CAN LIFE GET MORE COMPLICATED THAN THIS? I SHOULD TOTALLY UPDATE MY FACEBOOK STATUS TO ‘FML’
oh, I forgot the emoticon 😦

We complicate things.

I have a lovely relationship with my boyfriend, but I usually tend to mess it up. I make petty issues huge and create an ugly scene, and the next moment I’ll find myself tweeting something about how complicated relationships are.

I’m not a good cook, and when my mom asks me to make something I would end up creating a horrible mess in the kitchen and then I’ll go whine about that to less than five people. OH DEAR LORD COOKING IS SO COMPLICATED. No, Eama. Cookbooks are there for a reason. Juwayria is your aerobics partner for a reason.

I’m going out with my friends, better rummage through all the clothes I have got.  Not this, not that. EW WHY DID I EVEN PURCHASE THIS? No no no. Nothing here. Oh? I’ve got more clothes up there? Oookay. WOW I STILL HAVE THIS.
5 minutes later.
WHAT THE HELL. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I WON’T FIT IN THIS? WHAT SHALL I WEAR TODAY.
“Sorry, I can’t go out with you today, I have nothing to wear.” My clothes are so complicated.

*stomach starts growling*
Waaaaaau, so many food. Now what shall I eat first. Bajiyaa, yes. Oh, HELLO SUBMARINE. OH, CAAAAAAKE? what what what.
No, I will eat Bajiyaa first.
But Submarine would be sad if you eat Bajiyaa first.
SHUT UP FOOD DO NOT SPEAK.
oh well. HOW ABOUT I EAT NOTHING AT ALL?
My stomach is still growling, shut up.
Food is so complicated.

Why do kids cry always? HUSH EANA. oh now Eva starts crying.
My right shoulder figure would advice me to go and entertain them, and my left shoulder figure would tell me to ignore them.
WHAT SHALL I DO. If I go and entertain them, I might end up becoming their new favorite and they might stick to me for the rest of the night. If I ignore them, my eardrum would probably burst.
Having little sisters is so complicated.


We are complicated, and we have to grab life by the balls.

Hello, Ramadan!

A crescent moon can be seen at sunset, marking the beginning of the Islamic month of RAMADAN. The month of food, food & more food.

Okay, no.

How do we welcome the holy month of Ramadan? ‘Maahefun’ with CHEESECAKES, MACAROONS, ROAST CHICKEN, CHOCOLATE CAKE AND SALADS (WITH EXTRA MAYO).

Ha ha.

Ramadan is the month of food worship where Muslims all over the world abstain from food, drink, and other physical needs during the daylight hours. This will help you to purify the soul, refocus attention on Allah, and practice self-sacrifice. Ramadan is much more than just not eating and drinking. It’s not all about Ramadan Promotions either. Here are a few tips on how to welcome the ninth month of the Islamic Calendar.

1. Create a Ramadan countdown.
Whether this is done mentally or by keeping physical signs around the home, school or office will help create hype and buzz in your mind and amongst the people around you. When you and others are counting down to the same event, it becomes part of regular conversation and excitement spreads. So, um, 5 more days?

2. A lot of cleaning needs to be done.
SPRING CLEANING! Re-paint the walls, clean the glass mirrors, polish the furniture, and mop the floor till it shines like a diamond (oh yes, diamonds don’t shine, they reflect).
Along with this, you need to clean up your lives, your thoughts and your feelings. Ramadan is not only about cleaning the material goods around you, but purifying your mind, body and soul.

3. Strengthen ties.
In order to strengthen ties with family and friends, start in the kitchen, since a good meal is the best excuse to invite your family and friends over and spend a nice time together. Well, it’s not all about having a nice meal together, but many good memories revolve around food, whether it is preparing food or eating it.

You also need to strengthen ties with Allah. Developing and maintaining this reliance and ties with Allah requires time, effort and the desire for closeness. Ramadan is a perfect chance for us to reevaluate, strengthen and develop our relationship with Allah.

4. Say ‘good riddance’ to bad habits.
Stop the bad habits you have now and don’t wait until Ramadan begins.

(note: I really need to start working on these, and I’ll coach myself until I succeed)
-If you sleep late, start sleeping early.
-If you are a Facebook junky start cutting down.
-If you have a coffee craze, slow it down.
-If you don’t pray, start praying.
It might sound much easier said than done, but once you’ve committed yourself and purified your intentions, these bad habits will be easier done with than you ever expected.

and what you really need to do is

5. Shut up.
Fasting is to refrain from more than just what we consume in our mouth. Start working on your patience. Be extra vigilant with your conversations, ensure you are not backbiting, slandering or talking about useless things.

I wish you all a very blessed Ramadan.

“Let’s make Ramadan a month of inward and outward reflection and spirited transformation and NOT just about food.” – Amina Wadud