Jun 28, 2012

Dealing with Failure

He asked me "do you speak French?” I answered with the most confident "oui je parles le Francais". He asked me a technical question about transmission lines and distribution in Medium Voltage to Low Voltage, and all I could do was mumble. Yes I failed. The other man, Mark the German, tried to maneuver the questions by making a turn-around that I also failed at. Just like any other close-minded, I am only seeing the black out of all the white. What happened in fact was that I impressed them both with the knowledge and the strength of operation I had in regards to procurement in engineering especially, but I can’t describe what happened when he asked me to speak in french. Was it the ongoing thought inside my mind telling me that I’m in the wrong place? That I don’t need this job? Or was it the lack of confidence I keep hiding away?

We, the three of us, had a blast! Yes we had a blast implicitly confessing that this interview is going all wrong, that I don’t like them or their offer, that they found other people who are already better than me. Nothing but a big joke it was.

It all started a few days ago when I got a call from a lady, Nidal, who told me I had an interview for a company I already was an intern at a while ago, and a position that I didn’t apply for. I already double-checked today, when she presented me the form-to-fill, “did I apply for this job? I don’t remember I ever did” she replied with a relaxing confirmation that she just picked up my resume. The two of them came in and starting manipulating all sorts of direct and to-the-point questions. They seemed in a rush, not having enough time to be interviewing another arrogant engineer, wearing the most, and only, expensive outfit he possesses, with his neck all bulged by that tie he spent hours to choose, and who will surely put up front his expensive smart phone and buffed up walled. But no, this one is different he must have thought. This one came in a colored shirt, folding the sleeves all the way up, with a tiny bag in his bag that must contain what looks like a camera. And oh! The beard! He must be either a real religious person or a ziadist (a person who tries to imitate ziad al rahbany due to heavily believing in his thought, and thus, growing a beard).

I am well sure of this now, that this kind of situations is what makes a human make an extra effort to prove once and for all that he can’t fail. Am I to accept that failure, continue my life normally and say I just had another experience? Or am I to say “I am not a quitter, I will prove to myself and to them that I know enough french and that I can explain what equipment we use at transmission bla bla” ? I’m smiling now :) Thank you reader..

Jun 23, 2012

Fete De La Musique - Music Festival 2012

Now for the real thrill, the Music Festival, held in the capital on more than 6 stages spread around its streets. The city was shining from afar, many performers took the stages and brightened the night with their chilling music, soft tunes, raging voices and unbelievable ambiance. More than 50 photographs of the event are displayed in the Facebook Album . All respect goes to the organizers, who succeeded in bringing unsurpassed life to the city like never before. Nejmeh Roundabout was filled all again with the love it used to have. Martyr's Square center had surprisingly more than 400 pair of feet gathered there for a non-political reason. Young and old were enjoying amazing foreign bands taking over Beirut roads filling up the air with extraordinary musical perfume. All was great, even police members were among the crowd every once in a while. In the end I have to admit: Lebanese people? Sometimes you make me proud.

Jun 15, 2012

Un Jardin Caché

On dirait qu'au-dessous de l'arc-en-ciel y avait un bon coffre d'or, je l'appelais le coffre de paradis. Je pensais toujours que Dieu ou quelque soit la force majeur ne devrait jamais être si avide, si cupide pour l'argent. Je pensais qu'il a nous laissé une tout p'tite piece de son paradis favoris. Mais qui suis-je pour avoir la chance d'y aller, même pour une seule fois dans ma vie? Un rêve d'enfance refuse de mourir tot. Et voilà, mon ptit jardin caché qui m'a réjouit un énervant apres-midi...

It seems that below every rainbow there was a good gold chest, which I called a trunk of paradise. I always thought that God, or whatever force majeure, should never be so greedy, so greedy for money. I thought he has left us all a piece of his little favorite paradise . But who am I to even have the chance to go there, not even for once in my life? Alas, a childhood dream refuses to die soon. And now, I share with you my little hidden garden which pleased me after a frustrating afternoon ...

Jun 12, 2012

Peace Pilgrim Knows Me

Only a few days ago I was told I could order a book of the life of Peace Pilgrim, the woman who kept walking for peace, totally for free. Having nothing to lose, I gave it a shot, and this is what I got.. A touching gift it was indeed, touching enough to rejoice me after a certain bad news. Thank you people of Peace Pilgrim Foundation, this was a gift for a liftetime.....

Jun 10, 2012

The Tune of Despair

Watch me drag my sorrows my lost dreams
For I am nothing but a lost wanderer...

A Simple Secret

Learn to be in the present.

Withdraw your energy from the past.
Don't waste your time in memories.
What is gone is gone.
Say goodbye to it and close the chapter.

What has not come yet has not come yet.
Don't unnecessarily waste your time and energy in imagination, because no imagination is ever fulfilled.
It is because of this that the proverb exists in every language: "Man proposes, and God disposes"
because you imagine a certain thing in the future,
and it is never so.

Withdrawing yourself from past and future,
you will become a tremendously intense energy,
focused in the present,
concentrated in the present like an arrow.

Each moment being aware,
alert, watchful, in the herenow,
is the way not to miss the train.
Every experience needs your presence here,
this moment.

And this is a simple secret,
but it opens the doors of existence,
of all the mysteries,
of all that is worth knowing,
worth tasting, worth feeling, worth being...

Jun 8, 2012

Passion For Food - Take One

Voila! The result of a very delighting morning photography session in the Al Baba Resto-Cafe. Food was more than fabulous, always fresh, always tasty. Bad luck for me I was fasting, still smelling the fragrance up til this moment.

It started one week ago, the idea was already brewing and fermenting in my mind. I needed a makeover. I needed a new photography experience. Exhausted of conventional photography, and feeling resentment from our retarded weddings, I picked food photography. Research lead me to the idea that it's often known as "Food Orgasm", though clearly bold in my community, and would be offensive. A courageous and confident visit to the Resto-Cafe was all that it needed. I got the number of the owner, called her and she was surprisingly more than kind to offer me their own photography studio for free, for me to learn and acquire what I needed. Since their HQ was far away, I sticked to the branch near my house. Later met the branch manager, decided on a time & location, and Voila!

Being a newbie in Food photography, I decided to get a trial plate on which I made my experiments, prior to shooting the plates. it was a dish of Lebanese sweets called "Baqlewa" or as widely known in Turkey as "Baklava".

 Not too much color was vivid in that plate, though the camera needed a certain amount of fine tuning in terms of White Balance, Tripod setup (which I removed later on), Color tuning, Mode Selection and finally fixing the shutter and ISO. My camera is the SONY Cybershot HX100V bridge camera, called so mainly because it's a semi-pro, a transfer bridge between the conventional point and shoot and the professional ones. White foam boards were used for lighting and light diffusion. I thought I'd be needing a lightbox, a hand-made box but light and setup were easily available. With ISO and Shutter already setup, White balance tuned-up, I only had to change the aperture when needed, which made my job simpler and much more fluent.

All the thanks go especially to the Baba sweets management, Mme Amani, also a great big thank you goes for the restaurant manager and for the wonderful staff. Please enjoy, and get ready to be hungry!

PS: you can check the whole album here