Soosan Khanoom

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 double posting ...  deleted 

 Ghesehay Kocheh

 Ghesehay Kocheh Derakhshan.......  That's it ......  

choose a nice picture for your story ( could be one of your own old photos that would be even better ) and choose a nice song  (i like what Faramrz does on his stories when he post a song with it  )

Let's how it goes ...... if it is very romantic ( which I doubt it )

you can then add a nice poem to it .... like  " Kocheh " from fereydon Mosheeri ......

can't wait ... 

PS ...... there is no such a thing as bad influence when it comes to " kiss " ... it is all good ;) 

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Me still thinks you're merely a bad influence (with that picture of all those nude people, doing the kissy, kissy under heavy lighting, the guy's right arm looks weird) , and a good sounding board. As long as I'm on my obsessive  compulsive streak for these stories, might as well trouble you for your advice on  title as well. The top three:

- Tales from da  Hood, Moniereh Episodes.

- Ghesehay Kocheh Derakhshan

- My misspent youth

cheers

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MG ....

it is all magic ;)

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Thanks for your input. When I started visiting this site, almost two years ago, writing about my childhood was the last thing on my mind. This is all because of your bad influence, thank you.

MG....

The first scenario is so funny ... LOL  but what is left to tell anymore? .... so NO

The third scenario ...is quite interesting now I am crious to know what were you doing at the poor man's house? and why were you even there?  .... it was not 4 shanbeh souri or spoon beating it was muhrram for God sakes   hmmm let me see , NO

The second scenario sounds interesting ..... although I was looking for something more romantic but it is ok ..... being so Shaytoon as I am sure you were that would make it a fun story to read ....  so I say go with the third one .. 

: ) 

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how about some food for thought on "my mis-spent youth,"  series! As all these memories keep coming back ,I'm getting a bit obssessive-compulsive about writing them. Here's three themes, tell me which one is better:

- My first attempt at social organizing: Getting all other kids to go to a birthday for hazrat mohammad, all being undermined and  sabotaged  by a little boy's fart. Bacheh gozid, hameh  jalasseh beh ham khord. No one could stop laughing.

- 'Dating' stories with thier elaborate intineraries: first us (guys) would leave the block, then the  girls, we hook up in the library ten blocks away,  then we all exit the library and walk up for almsot half an hour before the girls feel safe to walk hand in hand for a few minutes, in Khyaban Pastor.

- Getting the living life beaten out of us for banging on a poor man's house (on a shaab moharam), three times in a row! Oh  those shabhay mah moharam., kojaie keh yadat bekhair. Half the bicyleces we were riding to 'actualize' our mischiefs were also crushed. We called it The Night of The Great Defeat !

Me thinks you're much more of an authority on Forough and women's poetery than me. My only source on this is the video they had in here on her life, and they talked extensively in there with her mother and sister, perhaps the best sources on her life.

Food for thought for  your blog: I'll post some Jahan Kahton and her Erotica, well it's not actually Erotica per se, but very personal and feminen, on your other blog, cheers and out.

MG....

Are you sure about Forough? .... Was not her first marriage an arranged one ? by that I mean the crazy khastegaaree iranian style that the majority of Iranian women are forced to anyway at a very young age....  were they really in love?  or she just said yes because well she should or had no reason to say no ...

I am not really an expert on her life really .... but when I read her poems

" the captive " and then " love song " or the " sin "  I get that impression that was really a case for her ...

but please feel free to let me know of anything that you know about her ...  I will fix it then later .. cause if i do it now the blog will vanish from front page ... I added Forough there because i was so distracted on the other blog when some people say we are studying her poems not her personal life ... how can anyone separate her poetry from what she went through in her life as a woman in Iran ?  

Now go ahead and re-read my blog on women and poetry and give me some food of thoughts .... and thank you 

:) 

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Most  children today in Iran still have miserable lives, not a whole lot of childhood, the same in most of the world. When it comes to children, the crimes committed against them are  just unnameable: a child dies every 30 seconds, due to hunger. Is that a crime or an injustice, and in the end of the day what's the dif? It's a messed up world allright.

Keep an eye on Dameian Dempsy, he'll be a musical giant, incredible voice and poery.

Now I'm getting a bit serious about writing  on "my mis-spent youth" (I think I'll call it that),

P.S. Unrelated to this blog, just glanced through your delightful poetic blog. It's very nice, and I'm going to read it  once more. Just off my head, and I really apologize if it  sounds 'teacherish,' but Forough's marriage to Shahpour Khan (RIP) was not arranged. they were in love, Forough was a young lady and as rebelious as it comes. Her sister says nobody could stop her form her decision to marry. I hadn't read from any of those poetesses in your other blog before, cheers

MG ...

I know ........ the kids who got killed during revolution and war did not even get a chance to have it as well as the kids who became politically active, then jailed and sentenced to death . Our country has sadly been through a lot of things .....

Thanks again for the song ... you have nice taste of music and I didn't hear it before either ....

 Now gat back to your story telling mood and start to write ...  :)

"Some grow up very quickly"

I'm not really that much older than you, still young in my  tri-athlons, just some times you feel like you're 8000 years old!

Maybe I should  start by writing about how we used to 'date' girls from our 'kocheh' (of course our 'kocheh' was more size of a khyaban!)  and walk all the way from Monirieh  up to Khayban Pastor, just to walk hand in hand, under those majestical trees that lined the avenu,  for a few minutes. What do you think?

Nostalgia is never seductive for me, always a bit painful more than anything else, but I enjoy seduction, anything from that department is highly appreciated.

We all grew up very quickly. Some faster than others. During the war, the kids fighting in the front, like the ones who would go under Iraqi tanks to blow it up, or all those kids slaughtered on those mine fields, they never really had any, perhaps.

Glad you liked Lenny Cohen, he is a prophet. Your musical appreciation is highly valued, cheers

Below is one of my favourite Irish singers. the song is about the playground of his youth. The place that makes some strong, and hurries you along, some grow old very quickly...

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Factories, trains and houses, playground of my youth
The place that left me mute,
I threw back my shoulders
Factories, trains and houses,
The place that makes some strong,
And hurries you along,
Some grow old very quick there.
No star ever played the cellar bar,
Glass and bottle fights,
We saw some crazy nights,
But then fights do excite you.

I'm awoken by a...
Handbrake turn outside,
I knew lads who died,
That sound chills me inside still.
Howth Junction could take you away
And in the hayfields we'd squander the day
And from the corner of Holywell road.
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs,
See the sunset over us all,
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs.

Some boys want to get me,
Because I hit one back,
I still can here the crack,
Of his head on the concrete
Doin' drugs and drinking,
Makes you so depressed,
And then you think you're blessed,
When you're dropping a tablet.
Troubled years and fighting,
Makes you sad you know,
And Mammy had to go,
Sure it's best in the long run.
Howth Junction could take you away
And in the hayfields we'd squander the day

And from the corner of Holywell road.
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs,
See the sunset over us all,
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs,
See the sunset over the world.

MG....

I have more stories from those old days but I wait till you blog about yours .. well I am sure you are much older than me so you have more to write and I am waiting anxiously to read.. ;)

Do you know Nostalgia can be seductive sometimes !!

May be what we have lost is not bad after all compare to what we never had .... in my case would be the fact that I only spend my childhood in pre- revolutionary Iran not really my youth .... I think revolution made kids like me to grow old over night ....  I personally jumped from childhood to adulthood and I can not remember anything  in between but the demonstrations and the shootings, revolution and executions , street assassinations and suicide bombings and of course war ....

Now any memories from those old days is sweet for me to read... It shows that there are some other things to remember from our past than just revolution and war ....  

nice song , by the way , was my first time listening to it ...

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Just checked google map, that place is now called Park Jangali.

Very tempted to post the picture of da boys from da hood with their thumbs up in the air, paying respect to the world, cosmos and beyond. Being real slow with this stuff, I'll take a while.

We used to swim in so many great pools in Tehran, one day I should write about that. 

Sweetheart you're merely a bad influence, like all the other ones. Thank you.

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Well my friends are gone and my hair is gray

I ache in the places I used to play

And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on

I'm paying my rent everyday in the tower of song.

Monda

Thank you so much ... I see if I can find one there. it is less likely ... they do not manufacture those anymore ...

I am not sure I exactly know what it is that you are asking for its farsi term.... I mean " the front wheel lifts " that you mention !!

MG....

It is not bad influence .... it is magic spell  : ) 

i feel for you

I used to have one of those back in the day and loved the front wheel lifts!... damn can't recall the term in farsi! if anyone remembers, please post here! 

Recently, my neighbor's cousin found one up here, fixed it and his son's riding it... somewhere in Northern CA. So they are around, check out the vintage bike shops. Good luck! 

Love your story telling by the way.  

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SK, the proposed procedure was  : " I'll post mine, if you post yours,"  we'll let you find your pictures first. I have many pictures from the old block, and the kids.  One  is  a picture of the boys with their thumb fingers up  in the air! Oh sweet days. I had a free membership for 'patinaj' in Ghasr Yakh for almost a year, remeber the pool (never swam there) and the skating ring, glass wall, but never went to the roof, like some Ice Palace brats!

I was a model young man, except for the bad influences of my cousins, neighborhood kids and the fellows at the school,  whenever we got together. Shaytanat was all their fault. Oh yeah, and the girls from the hood, we used to 'date' also had some bad influences too, but very sweet bad influence though. I miss them most of all, they're all probably middle aged mothers by now.

I always ridicule people on being so nostalgic, and now you got me under
your bad influence with all these memories of biking and ice
skating,..all your fault.

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P.S. Unrelated to sports or nostalgia, did you read anything from Michio Kaku?

P.S.S. Did you ever went to Jangal Masnoeiy? Wonder how it is now?

! قصر یخ Faramarz do you remember

Ahh ..... Ice Palace ..... 

The second floor ice rink surrounded by red colored rails ..

The bar and restaurant with a nice view of ice rink through its tall glass walls 

The arcade  up stairs  ....

A tiny short slop on the roof for skiing in the winter..

The spiral stairs

The first floor pool with the oval windows

I actually grew up in the Ice Palace ..... and then came the revolution  and the rest is history !!

I am not even sure what that beautiful place has turned to these days ? 

MG ...

Yes that's it .... the high handle bikes. Sweet old days.... it was so much fun.

Our house was in Meerdaamaad surrounded by beautiful hills .. In the summer we would use some dusty trails on the hills to ride our bikes and in the winter we would do sliding down hills .... I was the youngest among my brothers and cousins and the only girl ...  a tomboy !

I can not recall a picture of my bike ... OMG .... how is it possible? I still have many of my old photos back home in Iran ... may be I have something there .. I am not sure ..... but if you have one then let me see it.

I bet you when you were a kid you were very Shaytoon ...

:)

یوسف گم گشته باز آید به کنعان غم مخور!

سوسن خانوم،

امیدوارم که عشق گم گشته تون را بزودی پیدا کنین ولی بیزحمت گربه تون رو به کلاس پاتیناژ یا قصر یخ نبرین!

گربه و گربه سانان اصلآ از برف و سرما خوششون نمیاد و عاشق جایی گرم و نرم هستن!

و یک نکته دیگر، لطفآ سیب و آب سیب هم به گربه تون ندین!

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What kind of an old flame is this, if you don't even have a picture with it? Me thinks tis another fake love story .  I have pictures of all my old flames, high handle, and docharkheh coursie.

We used to bike from Monierieh to Jangal Masnoeiy, past shahyad, have lunch there, and be back home before 4. That , was true love, and adrenaline.

I'll post mine if you post yours, cheers