An Interview With My Protagonist, Alok

A Your Echoes In Space Presentation: An Interview With My Protagonist, Alok

Words and Pictures by © Mazzy Khatun 2017 

 

His eyes were dark and reassuring, two pits of ancient coal. I could taste the light and fire sealed inside them. I cleared my throat, ready to write.

‘Where do your stories come from, Alok?

A koel perched on the window ledge. He glanced over, gave a soft smile. ‘You know that place, you know it well.’

‘Are you talking to me or the bird?’ I grinned, chewed my lips.

He turned and looked at me, tenderly, meaningfully. ‘Far off places that are close by. That’s where my stories first yawn. Oceans, forests, caves; places near to the heat and heart of the earth, so near that if you ask they will tell you everything, they will remember for you as far back as the beginning of things.’

‘What you mean to say is that stories come from deep within us.’ I shifted in my rattan chair.

‘Where else?’ He chuckled.

‘Any stories you would like to tell me that have inspired your own writing?’

He searched my face, my eyes. ‘All the ones mingled with my mother’s voice.’

‘Your mother was a storyteller?’

‘She was. She is.’

I tapped my pen on my knee. ‘What stories of hers do you remember?’

He leaned back, sighed. ‘Myths, legends, fairy tales, folk tales, tales of long ago when people wore bearskin and conch shells and gathered round roaring fires.’

My eyes widened, glimmered. ‘That is an impressive list.’

When he smiled a dimple appeared on his left cheek. It felt familiar. ‘I’ve hardly begun. And then there was – there was One Thousand And One Nights.’

When he smiled a dimple appeared on his left cheek. It felt familiar. ‘I’ve hardly begun. And then there was One Thousand And One Nights.’

When he smiled a dimple appeared on his left cheek. It felt familiar. ‘I’ve hardly begun. And then there was – there was One Thousand And One Nights.’

 

One Thousand And One Nights?’

‘You know it, you know it very well.’

I nodded. ‘I know I do.’

He raised his hand, and with his index finger traced a spiral in the air. ‘A story within a story within a story…’

I imagined the teller of those tales. ‘Scheherazade.’

‘Yes. Scheherazade.’

I clicked my tongue. ‘She told stories as if she were a daughter of infinity.’

He smiled. ‘Yes.’

I looked up at the fan, whirring. A car honked outside followed by the curses of a street vendor. Good old Kolkata. ‘You know, Alok, I remember them: Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, and Aladdin, and The Fisherman and the Jinn, and The Cat and the Crow.’

I looked up at the fan, whirring. A car honked outside followed by the curses of a street vendor. Good old Kolkata. ‘You know, Alok, I remember Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, and Aladdin, and The Fisherman and the Jinn, and The Cat and the Crow.’

I looked up at the fan, whirring. A car honked outside followed by the curses of a street vendor. Good old Kolkata. ‘You know, Alok, I remember them: Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, and Aladdin, and The Fisherman and the Jinn, and The Cat and the Crow.’

 

He came closer. ‘Yes, but which one was your favourite?’

I met his gaze. ‘Why do you ask, Alok?’

‘Because you are making me, right now, right this moment. I am so real that I want to know more about my storyteller. Her story. Your story.’

I reached up to my left cheek, felt the coal pit in the dimple of my smile, so fertile with light, ready to shine out to the world.

Etiquette To Follow In Playground Evasion!

I do possess that tempting option of hopping over the settee and hiding myself behind its Kevlar cloak of upholstery so that I do not have to come forward with, what might be reasonably construed as, nonsense knowledge! Too late I suppose, since now I have muttered about it! Come to think of it I actually do not mind the slightest. Is my babbling causing You to grow massive and foul pustules on Your patience? Alright, here goes!

There is perhaps no finer index of my childlike heart – oi, who yelled ‘immature’ from the audience?!?! – than that of the fact that I have, after much trial and error, compiled a list of the most essential etiquette one should follow if ever being pursued by a dogged and masterful detective who corners and stumbles You into the local children’s playground! Do not splutter, cough and scoff at the mention of the venue. On the contrary, it is a capital place for effective concealment and by the end of this article I shall have You persuaded in my defence! What appears as nonsense discourse may just someday save Your life! Yikes!

First of all, if there is a real risk that he may trap and catch You by deception. To evade that predicament You must volunteer to do that very thing – be caught! Let me explain. The majority of children’s playgrounds found in the southern part of England have, among the many leisurely apparatus, one that is a mocking imitation of the sticky web dish once devised and woven by that monstrously evil black spider, Shelob, from ‘Lord of the Rings’. Far from its original hideous purpose, the large webs often seen erected in the average playground delivers a fantastic workout of the upper arms and lower legs, all achieved quite easily and without one’s conscious awareness, for as soon as You stand in its impressive shadow You are overtaken by the sudden and overwhelming desire to climb up its ropes and pull the silliest faces through the gaps. Its architecture stimulates momentary madness, which You would never be so willing to elicit anywhere else. Yet, here is the winning element that makes it all so elementary! Listen and learn, and for goodness sake, stop fidgeting! When anything remotely resembling the charismatic handsomeness that is Mr Sherlock Cumberbatch attempts to sniff You out in the playground, his famous head obligatorily donned in a tweed deerstalker’s hat and a wooden smokeless smoking pipe locked between his pursed lips, then do not run on first account! Replace common sense with the illogical and proceed to scale up the nearest webbed apparatus and pretend that You have been caught in its fibrous trap. Smile away as if You were being prompted to pose for the camera in the school year photo, fake it to the best of Your ability. Statistically speaking, nine times out of ten You will be successful in throwing him off the scent! He will not catch You, but bear in mind that this only holds out true if You are willing to be caught in the net! End of first etiquette of playground evasion.

I Am Sherlocked!

“… Replace common sense with the illogical and proceed to scale up the nearest webbed apparatus and pretend that You have been caught in its fibrous trap…”

In the fantastic aviary of British phrases, a firm favourite of the bookish-minded is ‘to gain on the swings and lose on the roundabouts’ whose definition means that there are actions or options available in any given situation and yet by taking them there will result no overall gain or loss. I should like to passionately disagree on the veracity of this age-old line, especially if the circumstances in question pertain to the issue of dodging the greatest detective in a children’s playground. Mr Sherlock Cumberbatch is of a mind whose cogs of reason and intuition are in constant cyclical motion, whose cognitive theatrics are arguably the descendants of the orbital movements observed on the mighty stage of the cosmos, and of course, these are also akin to the closer-to-home circular spins of the standard playground roundabout! To outwit the detective on a roundabout, first lure him on the circular platform and then jump off and grip the bars to spin them in abrupt and alternating directions of clockwise and anti-clockwise. Like a piece of video footage that jumps back and forth, the poor detective will very quickly find himself bereft of a sense of direction and freeze on the spot, just enough time to buy for a vital sprint out of the playground. Should a roundabout be unavailable or in use by little people, a swing will serve You just as well. I shall tell You how. Mr Sherlock Cumberbatch has amassed quite the following in the martial arts world, he is known to have fought many ruffians in illegal boxing contests in the smoky streets of Victorian London, and thus the man is a formidable opponent in any ring. What he is less familiar with are the swings of a children’s playground. They come across as hardly menacing in the eyes of a seasoned fighter, yet if once sat on and a decent momentum is built, a bit of proper timing and target practice could deliver a full-bodied swing as the legs thrust forward and towards the assailant, dealing a colossal blow to the jaw, dislocating the chief bones of the skull and succumbing the victim to bedridden status for at least half a year! Swing in full action to foster inaction! End of second etiquette of playground evasion.

I Am Sherlocked!

“… Swing in full action to foster inaction…”

Finally, and my personal favourite, if it should be that the kissable Sherlock Cumberbatch darts at You like a bullet because he has spotted Your whereabouts in the playground then prepare to stand under the nearest cherry blossom tree and, just to be on the safe side, undertake a preliminary survey of the grass under its boughs to ensure there are ample scatterings of blossoms layered on the grass. If all checks are passed satisfactorily, proceed to maintain an unearthly level of coolness and raise Your hands up into the air and fervidly beseech to the CEO of Photoshop that You and Your surroundings be converted, on the pronto, into an archaic scene shining in the pastime hues of sepia monotone. Done with enough conviction and Your request will be processed and thus for a split second or so the entire world will be washed out of its normal palette of colours to be replaced with a glorious monotonic scheme. To our pursuing detective who is not sufficiently versed in the slightest with regards to the principles of Photoshop, You will have the splendid opportunity to watch him beat his own head as he fruitlessly tries to squirm out of the epic mystery of it all. He will most likely erroneously conclude that he has suffered an unfortunate and untimely infliction of colour blindness and call upon his medic side-kick, Dr Watson, for aid. Whilst he searches for succour You can enjoy the leeway open for a quick getaway! Since it is a rarity, I suggest You pause for a few seconds and indulgently absorb the moment as the eminent thinker before You is deluded into thinking he is turning a blind eye on his own case. When You have had enough, leg it! End of the third and final etiquette of playground evasion.

One exemption does exist, as is so in all great things.

I do not wish to run from him. I rather be caught red-handed and be swung in his arms, any day of the week, since my love for the unimaginably singular detective is superbly and flawlessly blind! Yes, oh god yes, I was and shall always be irreversibly Sherlocked!  ♥♥♥

I Am Sherlocked!

“… If all checks are passed satisfactorily, proceed to maintain an unearthly level of coolness and raise Your hands up into the air and fervidly beseech to the CEO of Photoshop that You and Your surroundings be converted, on the pronto, into an archaic scene shining in the pastime hues of sepia monotone…”

 

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Abbey Gardens | Winchester | UK 2016

An Interview With Miss Sophiya By Aunty Mazzy Rey!

My most ardent Reader & Mr Chubby Cheeks ♥ 

It is my lunch hour and it so happens that I have a laptop by my side so before I gallivant off to attend to other fiddly businesses of the day – the classroom is a never-ending but delightful theatre of surprises – I shall gift You with another round of humorous vitamins to serve the needs of the old brain cells! Do not forget those ever critical Admiral Telescopes, I should not want to be dishonourably sued for permanently damaging Your retinal carpet! Giggle-wriggle!

TEACHER’S HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT: Pick any question that was recently asked to a high profile politician and pose it in the same fashion to Your little hobbit. Ensure You have a camera, pen and notebook handy to comprehensively document the resultant reaction. For those reeling from the exhaustion of the world’s backwardness, I think You will discover it is a most enlightening and refreshing exercise!

May the Force be with You – but beware of flatulent foxes, the ginormous expulsion of air originating from the ‘elementary canal’ of such a creature can violently shake off cosmetic wigs! Giggle, giggle!
Your dimpled Ray of Light, Mazzy xxx

An Interview With Miss Sophiya

“I shall gift You with another round of humorous vitamins to serve the needs of the old brain cells…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015 

The Story Of The Red Berries Tied On A String

To My Faithful Reader & My Unknown Goofy-Toothed Admirer ♥ 

I can sense so strongly and perceptively the eyes of so many of you waiting to see what I would write tonight. Ah, just look at all these curious eyes, secretly watching for me to birth new Words into the fertile womb of the screen… :))

I have only just returned to the virtual world and find myself swaying in the great swathe of an AMAZING ALLIANCE denoted by the tricolour flag of France. What a wonderful visual confirmation of the solidarity of our commitment to a world that strives for peace, equal rights and intolerance to injustice to humanity. I was compelled to follow down the same path and opt to do as others have done but I shall not. I am barely on Facebook. Instead I chose to employ my artistic palette to my expression of grief but a grief that has not compromised my deeply embedded sense of Hope. I sat down and closed my eyes and prayed to God to guide me in this darkest and shadow-infested hour. It was restored into my remembrance that this kind of horrific burden and tragic reality is endured every day and every night by people in other parts of this world. Here in England I live. Over there, they must survive. What an universe of a difference exists in those two words alone.

As the mists of indecisiveness parted gradually in my mind I saw what I had to create. Something deceptively simple, by any standard, and yet which accurately captured my Vision of an ALLIANCE built upon the principle of humanitarianism and a core value that celebrates the common thread that runs through us all irrespective of where we began our roots on this earth. The Children In Need Star Wars sketch was aired about the same time as the dreadful Paris attacks mounted and I will thus interpret this timing as an affirmation that if Darkness pervades, Light too has risen from its soporific horizon… :))

Evil is not born. Evil is indoctrinated. Good is not born. Good is inspired.

A GOOD ALLIANCE seeks eternally to inspire… ♥
Infinities of red berries on string, 
Always Your Mazzy xxx

The Story Of The Red Berries Tied On A String

“… a core value that celebrates the common thread that runs through us all irrespective of where we began our roots on this earth…”

Image, Concept & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015 

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention! EPISODE III

Dear Reader & Mr You in a galaxy far far away

I feel as though I am the blessed custodian of sacred and secret knowledge who is about to, with the fullness of heart and vitality of spirit, unleash the final part of what has been kept safe so that You, too, may benefit from its illuminating effects as it has done so for me. I am, of course, referring to my final Star Wars comic cover that will complete the jolly triptych and seal it with the epic atmospheric strata characteristic of historic cinematic trilogies! Ahem, ahem, what were You thinking about?! Giggle, giggle! :)) :)) :))

I do hope this unprecedented creative project that had started out on an impulse brought oodles of happiness to You as it did for me in the making of it. I am quite a busy old lady but, with the determined enterprise of a true Jedi, if I put my mind to something – especially if it is designed with the motivation to bring joy to others like Yourself – then I shall always find time to transform my Vision into reality. Do not be disheartened by the fact that my physical eyes cannot see You take delight in what I create, I have always relied on my true Eyes to capture the essences You leave behind each and every time You cast Your attentions onto my humble presentations. That in itself is enough to make me want to forever strive to better myself as an Artist authentic to the Voice of her heart…♥

The narrative voice box in this comic cover ends with the teasing cliff-hanger to the tune of “To Be Continued…” I assure You that sometime in the future You will see additional hilariously formatted installments that express my penchant for comic book dabblings! Watch this space attentively!

Oh, before I do disappear to bed I should like to announce – and I rub both my hands rigorously with electrical excitement as I prepare myself to A-MAZ-E You – that Mr J.J. Abrams, director of FORCE AWAKENS, has revealed today on the news that MAZ KANATA, the lady pirate gifted with the special eyes, was always present in the official poster, right under Your noses, but that no one had spotted her, presumably because of her diminutive size overshadowed by the other well-familiar characters. Let me ask You a question, and please answer to Your best of knowledge, has there been a Jedi granny from Winchester with special Eyes who has ever so earnestly been prattling on about Admiral Telescopes for the last week or so?! Now You know why! Ahem, ahem, stop looking at me so deeply – blushing is in breach of my Jedi code…  ♥

Though I am short it never stopped me from seeing my favourite Star,
Eternally Your Mazzy xxx

LINK: http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/lupita-nyongos-mystery-star-wars-839700

LINK 2: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-3315846/Lupita-Nyong-o-s-Force-Awakens-character-Maz-Kanata-revealed-hiding-poster-along.html

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention!  EPISODE III

“… has there been a Jedi granny from Winchester with special Eyes who has ever so earnestly been prattling on about Admiral Telescopes for the last week or so?! Now You know why! Ahem, ahem, stop looking at me so deeply – blushing is in breach of my Jedi code… “

 

Photography, Comic Design & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015

 

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention! EPISODE II

Dearest Reader & Mr You ♥ 

The pleasure centres of my nerdy brain were so immensely gratified by the creation of my flashy comic book tribute to Star Wars that after returning from my teaching duties tonight I simply could not resist! Yes, my beloved Reader, I adopted a full-steam ahead mentality and gave in to my delectable temptation to rustle up yet another cover, starring my rocket fuel in human form – my nephew Zack – as the star attraction! I know You indulged in a hearty giggle with the first edition so surely a second offering will be indubitably proficient in putting the hugest of stars in Your eyes!

I include some A-MAZ-ING breaking news, just released from over the pond. A few hours ago Entertainment Weekly announced that it will be publishing collector’s edition covers lovingly dedicated to the new film and have included to mention that first glimpses of exclusive photography of some of the primary characters will be contained within. And, if You WATCH the video at the top of their page You will find it a difficult challenge to avert Your eyes away from the background WALL, for it bears the name of my most treasured and brightest star, Sirius. I love to A-MAZ-E You… ♥

Oh, and by the way, when my Eyes had wondered off to that beautiful wall in Birmingham Library, it was unlike the chap in the video since both my feet had shoes on at the time, yet I still request that You do not call him STUPID, it is the way of us geeks to behave in this wibbly-wobbly manner… :)) :)) :))

True Love is the Force by which my WORDS come alive!
Your Mazzy xxx

LINK: http://www.ew.com/article/2015/11/11/star-wars-force-awakens-ew-cover

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention! EPISODE II

“I know You loved the first edition so surely a second offering will be indubitably proficient in putting the hugest of stars in Your eyes…!”

Photography, Comic Design & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention!

Dear Readers & in a galaxy far far away my Mr… ♥ 

Ask anyone in my extended family and they will tell You, with an exhausted shake of the head I hasten to add, that there are two particular individuals who were born with a jumbo-sized and unassailable keen passion for the ways of the Force, the path of the Jedi. Mention STAR WARS and the two in question will follow it up with a spinning motion of the feet proceeded by a rushing round the room in a burst of the most ear-cracking joy that even the remnant radiation left from the mighty Big Bang is made subject to seriously consider shutting down shop! Giggle, giggle!

Who could they be? Oh how daft of You to employ such stupidity on such a sacred a topic!

Zack and I, of course! Pfffshhht!

Little Zack of 8 glorious years is my adorable nephew who lives in Birmingham with my brother, a film buff in his own right. All three of us spent an absolutely cracking afternoon in the biggest comic shop I had ever laid eyes on to the extent that I was madly out of breath by the brute indecisiveness of what to buy, so many vintage comics that I wanted to slurp them all up! Bangles and lipstick and pretty shoes can never match the sheer awesomeness of a good comic, and my bookshelves have ample varieties of them, each a trophy that glitters to my eye with the pounding message that it wants to be read once more!

I wanted to do something a little different to celebrate that super cool memory of scooting around a comic shop with my Jedi Apprentice, Zack and, as is customary of eccentrics, in a flash of strawberry-flavoured lightning the idea came to me – that I could conjure up my own comic cover! That is precisely what I did! I have sent a copy to Zack and his family and I share it with You, too, for I know in my Soul that when You look upon this amusing aspect of my twinkle-toed creative Vision You’ll want to meet me more than ever, after all, how many Asian ladies do You know who, in their spare hour, want to do nothing more than to create their very own science-fiction memorabilia?! Giggle, giggle… :)) :)) :))

Oh, and, it might be wise to view the contents of my comic cover with that fine brass Admiral telescope I sent You previously, otherwise, may I suggest that You seek a suitable zooming-in facility to draw closer to Your eyes my Words… ♥

Always Your Hidden, Loving Polymath
Mazzy xxx

 

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention!

“… Ask anyone in my extended family and they will tell You, with an exhausted shake of the head I hasten to add, that there are two particular individuals who were born with a jumbo-sized and unassailable keen passion for the ways of the Force, the path of the Jedi…”


Photography, Comic Design & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015

A Grand Elopement With Mr Grandpa: Ahem, Ahem, Does Anyone Have A Spare Yellow Van?

I was sat on cordial banks of steps embraced in thickest, purest yellow
Packed above my carpet bag a tale for my goofy-toothed Fellow

I am a granny lady, I know, but Children’s books fascinate me still
Uncaring of its heaviness, to meet him I’d defy the sharpest hill

My eyes told me to choose this book, Destiny whispered it to my soul
For garden gloves I do wear, especially when tipping in the coal

Long worked are these hands of mine, on paper and on the field
Many people I have brought together, many hearts that I have healed

Oh, I cannot wait to show him the orchard of stories etched in each raggedy glove
Time to scoot from here my dear Reader, awaits my goofy-toothed Love 

I was sat on cordial banks of steps embraced in thickest, purest yellow
Packed above my carpet bag a tale for my goofy-toothed Fellow… ♥ 

A Musty Afterword: This tender but enormously humorous poem was inspired not only by the one book that I was drawn to whilst on my safari expedition in the Birmingham Library but by the much anticipated and upcoming release of the British comedy film ‘The Lady In The Van’ played by the exceptionally magnetic Maggie Smith, one of my favourite actresses of all time. Tipped for Oscar success, British cinema solidly demonstrates that it is growing from strength to strength on an international front and if You do crack the code and find that You can appreciate and understand its dynamic of dry wit and sardonic humour then You are one step closer in catching me – yes, me, in the silly Yellow van… ♥

Lots of Glove – sorry – Love
Mazzy xxx 

LINK: http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbcfilms/film/the_lady_in_the_van

A Grand Elopement To Meet Mr Grandpa

“… I was sat on cordial banks of steps embraced in thickest, purest yellow
Packed above my carpet bag a tale for my goofy-toothed Fellow…”

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham Library | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015

True Knowledge Is Like Visiting The Brightest Star: An Ode To Birmingham Library

Under squid-ink blackness of ceilings infinite and vast
Neon hoops of Light and bulbs twinkled in suits, a stellar cast
Floors umpteen and escalators galore filled that I saw
A Jedi Temple’s heart lay at its beating bookish core
Which one to pick, to read, my breath belligerently betrayed me
Listen to the Force I did, herein is my Destiny
My eyes at 37 closed and my feet began to take
Downstairs to the Children’s Zone where my eyes once more awake
There! On a wall above yellow brick-steps I saw the Home of a most beloved star
Ah, You wish to follow me, I think Your request not bizarre
Sirius welcomes all those sentenced to an eternal curiosity as mine
And to cross the line over please, all of You, get Yourselves in a line…

LINK TO LIBRARY SITE:  http://www.libraryofbirmingham.com/blog/News/aerialdronevideo

 

True Knowledge Is Like Visiting The Brightest Star

“Sirius welcomes all those sentenced to an eternal curiosity as mine
And to cross the line over please, all of You, get Yourselves in a line… “

 

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham Library | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015

 

The Birmingham Hobbit Troupe Proudly Presents: A Civil Rights Movement For The Advancement Of Colouring Crayons!

VOICE OF HOBBITS WINS: A CONGRATULATORY AFTERWORD!

The best part of being who I am is that my special contract with Destiny implies that I am in a rather delectable position to articulate the Voices of the very, ahem ahem, noisy! Today, a stupendous achievement was announced inside the British Music Hall of Fame as once more three Birmingham hobbits took centre stage and collected their award for Best Music Act From A FILM! No matter how anarchic the energy, I shall always seek to find an ingeniously subtle method by which to capture and channel untapped potential into more productive pursuits – Music is such an exemplary creature of that ilk and what meritorious maestros my three prove themselves to be tonight! Click on the link for further information but, I do add, be not swerved into scepticism by the photograph submitted by the BBC, for these three winners are indeed my three! Oh do stop laughing! One should not be so tightly preoccupied with self-image otherwise You miss out on shaking hands with Destiny… ♥

It is Fireworks Night in England so off I scoot to smile under a fantastical blaze of Technicolor Glory, it is as if the whole world is raising a celestial toast of colours to the winning VOICE of the most smallest, but not forgotten, creatures of a most beloved Middle Lands… :)) :)) :))

I love to A-MAZ-E You!
Always Your Mazzy xxx

BBC LINK: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-34748803

‘Into The West’ Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=shdiTRxTJb4

Dear Mr ……………………………………. ♥

Before You boldly initiate the sudden joyful upward shot into the stratosphere based on the quick draw assumption that all my numberless projects are tied up with string and neatly finished and that I return to my infrequent but consistent visitations to the virtual world as per normal then, with a deep sigh, I must hesitatingly tell You that I am still on scooter patrol with a trailing list of assignments that seems to grow longer the more I get through them! Logic was never my strong point and, well, what more can I say apart from that therein lies the reason for my strength! Giggle, giggle!

Yet, despite all the pickles and hurdles ahead the Fates have shoved a laptop beside me tonight and since my hard disk was in tow I am sticking out my cheeky tongue at Time whilst, with the legendary agility of a Ninja Panda, I accomplish a swift upload of one of a sequence of photographs I bagged up whilst I was on my Winter re-union mission in the Middle Land of Birmingham.

Bombarded with hobbits with furry feet and tankers of fizzy drinks strapped to their backs, the three notoriously hyper-witty chimps – no hyperbole I strenuously stress – whom Your eyes will become accustomed to in a few moments are the inventions of my cousin brothers. Sophiya (6 and 3 quarter years), ‘Harry’ Aryyan (just plain old 6 years) and ‘Ray Gun’ Rayyan (5 and a non-descript ‘bit’ years), are all plentifully endowed with the noise-making capacity that pompously can outdo the decibel accretions of the entire Industrial Revolution put together, whose itchy fingers are dangerously trigger happy so much so that adults take cover with combative quickness when pens are seen in their grasp, and let me not omit that these three could be said to have the power to relegate all alarm clocks to the bin since they are master cockerel imitators at 6am AND, THUS, they are in my eyes…… AMAZING! My kind of people all the way! I felt so comfortably at home with these shorter hobbits that they flawlessly distracted me from the lofty business of photography altogether! Who wants to click a button when there was the devious fun of creeping by the side of sofas to switch on the leg-rest button and give frightful jolts to unsuspecting elders sat down!? Ahem, ahem, why doth exude a mighty frown on thy face?! It is immeasurably hilarious, You must try it on Your granny! Ah, You at the back have ticked this one already! I always knew there were more prodigious punks out there than me! Giggle, giggle, toes a-wriggle!

I spent the very first Monday – 26/10/15 – channelling the anarchic energy of my three hosts into more productive pursuits, knowing that if I failed to actualise my objective the planet could potentially be forced to hurtle towards an early retirement, an extinction event to wipe out civilisation as we know it! Yikes! Thankfully, my natural reflexes as a teacher came into expeditious play and I had the three sprites under my spell soon enough. I inspired them to put on a garden art exhibition of posters that I had resourcefully brought with me from Winchester on which were Disney characters pre-drawn. Absent of colour and imprisoned within the glaring and monotonous canvas of black and white, as soon as Sophiya, Harry and Ray Gun laid their famished eyes on the images they leapt off the tables and chairs – the floor often found itself ignored from their footfalls – and pounced on my back and chest for COLOURING CRAYONS! Only God knows if I would have still enjoyed these fingers with which I type had I not prepared so efficiently and whacked out their demands with immediacy! And so what had been absent of the joy of colour, suddenly the characters came to vibrant life, but the story does not end there. Hardly!

To my ‘Man On The Moon’, yes, You! I sent You a fine brass Admiral telescope with a beautiful Helios spyglass and extendable telescopic sections earlier in the day that reached You on the wings of an altar of balloons. No need to fly solo my dear Fellow, it was so that I had felt in my heart on the day that I had set my three adorable accomplices this arty project that Destiny would intervene once more to connect You and I together. Use the telescope – or any Zoom function at Your disposal – to magnify the handwritten messages on each poster. It is sure to make You smile and giggle wherever You may be… :)) :)) :))

[MY MESSAGE TO YOU ON CHRISTMAS DAY: http://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/shakesonnets/section7.rhtml ]

Why do such A-MAZ-ING convergences of events happen between You and I? Because I am released from the preoccupations of my own image, and that is why I start to happen everywhere else…♥

In the Moonlight of my Abba & Allah I wish You Goodness, always and beyond always
Your Mazzy xxx

 

The Birmingham Hobbit Troupe Proudly Presents: A Civil Rights Movement For The Advancement Of Colouring Crayons! 1

“… Use the telescope – or any Zoom function at Your disposal – to magnify the handwritten messages on each poster. It is sure to make You smile and giggle wherever You may be… “

 

The Birmingham Hobbit Troupe Proudly Presents: A Civil Rights Movement For The Advancement Of Colouring Crayons! 2

“… No need to fly solo, it was so that I had felt in my heart on the day that I had set my three adorable accomplices this arty project that Destiny would intervene once more to connect You and I together…”

The Birmingham Hobbit Troupe Proudly Presents: A Civil Rights Movement For The Advancement Of Colouring Crayons! 3

“… And so what had been absent of the joy of colour, suddenly came to vibrant life…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015