Fahad Hussayn’s “Bloodline” collection.
Inspired by the Rajasthani culture and heritage.
Fahad Hussayn dedicated this collection to Reshma, Pakistani folk singer from Rajasthan who passed away this month…
rasam runs through my blood
they’ll say reh-same or ray-sum
some will just give up and say
indian words are too hard to pronounce.
to that i will say,
you may not know how to
pronounce the name of the soup
that i breathe everyday; that i complain about
to my mother every night.
but you can pronounce candy, right?
candy is a word that comes from the tamil word
kantu. when you feel reese’s pieces on your
sugar-starved tongue, do you know this? do you know
that your mulligatawny soup is really derived from the tamil
mologa thani? did you know that mango comes from the tamil
maangai? do you know that every one of these delicacies comes
from a tamil root, roots that have shriveled and
roots you haven’t watered
they can’t even pronounce tamil correctly-
it’s tha-mizh. hell, before i can tell them i am tha-mizh-ian
they trip over my name. san-janaah. san-hanyah. sanjanee.
i say, there is no e or i in my name, why don’t you take
your eyes and place them on the seven letters in front of you?
read, child, read. were you not taught to sound out the letters in
each word you come across, so you can add it to a stash of
tools for future use, like my mother taught me when i was
only seven years old?
maybe you cannot relate to the culture i was raised in.
i do not ask this of you. i do not ask you to understand
my squeals over shah rukh khan’s new film or why i put
my hand to my chest in apology when i accidentally trample
a book or an instrument of learning with my soiled feet. i do not expect
you to understand the insults i throw at my sister
in my mother tongue- when translated, they make no sense.
i do not expect you to understand why my cousin and i must
cover up when we go out shopping or to understand why
i do not feel comfortable wearing yellow because it makes my skin
look even darker. i do not expect you to understand my anger when
my friend told me i smelled of curry. i do not expect you to understand
why i secretly murmur the kandashashti kavacham,
the tamilian prayer to the god of war, under my breath when i get a
blood test at the doctor’s.
you cannot understand. i do not expect you to understand.
but i do expect you to understand my name.
i expect you to know my name.
i will no longer feel ashamed to correct a teacher or a friend when
they call me saanj-anna. join me, join me.
tell them your name is not a-dit, but aadit.
tell them your name is not ram-yaa, but ramya.
tell them your name is not lak-shmee but lakshmi.
tell them your name is not saanjanee but sanjana.
being an adult sucks cause when people ask you to hang out you cant be like “my mom said no” you just have to change your name and move away
La collectionneuse (1967) dir. Éric Rohmer.
But I guess ultimately what scares me about marriage is where do you find this person? You know a lot of times, most successful relationships, people meet through work, school, mutual friends.
But what’s most interesting to me is when people just meet in life, just randomly.
You know, I have a friend, he got married, I asked him like “Hey, uh, where’d you meet your wife?” He was like “I was leaving Bed, Bath & Beyond. I was looking for my car - I drive a gray Prius. I saw a different gray Prius, I thought it was mine, I walked up to it, I realized I had the wrong car, but I bumped into Carol, we started talking, that was that”. That’s unbelievable.
Think about all the random factors that had to come together to make this one moment possible - this one moment that changed these two people’s entire lives:
First off, this guy has to live in this particular town. Then he has to get a gray Prius. Then he has to need to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then he has to go to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then there has to be another guy who also lives in town, also drives a gray Prius, also needs to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond, also goes to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond at around the same time. Then they have to both park somewhat near each other, my friend has to leave before the other guy leaves, see the wrong Prius, think it’s his, walk up to it. Then the woman, Carol, needs to be near the wrong gray Prius for a million other random reasons. They bump into each other, they start talking, their entire lives are changed.
That’s the most amazing and terrifying thing about life.
It is, cause the amazing thing is that at any moment, any one of us can have that moment that totally changes our lives. You could be leaving the show tonight, bump into someone… it could change your life. You don’t know, that could happen.
The terrifying thing is… what if we’re all supposed to be at Bed Bath & Beyond right now?” — Aziz Ansari, Buried Alive (via mark-my-wordss)
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No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
- Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini
do. not. want