Monday, November 12, 2007

waxing on tetris world-views and a puddle of snowman

- Plummeting tetrominoes bring to mind a [simplistic] notion that all of Life is falling pieces.
And the business of living is little more than packing those streaming shapes to fit, along with knowing when to leave gaps for the unexpected.
When you're dealt the I's and O's, it's lull-time into the static of complacency (much like when Life goes according to seeming plan), and it's only when the S's and Z's come down in chunks, that you pull out the strategies and consider contingencies.
And despite Freddy Mercury wanting to, it's not a game you can play indefinitely.


"Frosty the Snowman
Knew the sun was hot that day
So he said let's run
And we'll have some fun
Now before I melt away"

It's one of the saddest songs I know and it speaks to the transient and ephemeral. Google the lyrics and you will find within them the melody of; passion, spirit, the magic of belief, hope and defiance.
If Muslims had wakes, this is the song I'd want them to play.
Yes, I'm cheese&tinsel like that.


Waseem said...

To extend a metaphor -

saaleha. bamjee. hyphen. said...

Great find Waseem. Totally illustrative of what happens when the best laid-out plans get thwarted.

The Organ Harvester said...

i been getting alot of s's and z's. but i loved tetris. you'd think i would love life more.

Anonymous said...

Great analogy SBH, and being a lover of the game myself, literally (i think i can play forever, hehehe) is oh so apt.
Who wud've thought that such a simplistic game could have such a profound effect on the way we should make decisions in the grand scheme of life itself.

A quraanic verse comes to mind...."wa makaroo, wa makrAllah, walaahu khairul maakeereen"
loosely translated....u&i plan,as does Allah,but surely Allah is the best of planners. :-)

Anonymous said...

oops, forgot to sign off......above comment compliments of The Chosen One! :-)

Prixie said...

SHHHH....i'm just digging myself out of my pity party!

bb_aisha said...

what an apt and bril the moment all the pieces are just falling into place alham

Profane. Profound. What's your poison?