Jump(er) To Hyperspace: A Vortex Of Light!

Now, I do have a few specks of pragmatic dust mites in my brain to be able to graciously and humbly accept that in my lifetime it would be a megalithic miracle for the opportunity for space travel to come my way, however, the goblins of the realistic world have yet to forge a restraining order on my imaginative faculties, this nifty gift is highly advanced  of mine and has taken me as far as the other side of the Universe! An armchair, a pen and paper and soon enough I can transform myself into a pirate pilot manoeuvring impossible high-speed slants and dashes and dodges in deepest space whilst giving the itchy laser-blasting TIE fighters of the ever snooty Imperial authorities a proper run for their money! Ha ha!

Since England is in the grip of a ferocious storm at the moment and I have some time to spare today, while my baby sister is listening to old-school vinyl music and painting away, I am poring over old star charts, fiddling with my planisphere and learning more about the fireflies of constellations of the northern hemisphere, especially paying acute attention to the myths and legends that have delightfully added a mystical strata to otherwise dry scientific fact. The skies over England are variable in cloud cover at night so stargazing is a bit of a tricky proposition at the moment, however, I am noting down potential dates for clearer expeditions of the heavens using my trusty telescope and am particularly drawn to identifying, this time, the spectacular static dance sprays of a few favourite nebulas and perhaps even the scoot through the Bootes (The Herdsman) constellation that is being voyaged through by Comet Catalina as we speak! Ahem, ahem, I do apologise for the lavish bubbles of geeky enthusiasm in my words, it is known to subvert non-initiates of the Astronomical world to lose their own co-ordinates! I do apologise sincerely! Giggle, giggle!

Before I make a dash back to the study room I should like to leave You with a cheeky photograph that I took this morning in my garden – the site of the majority of my interstellar spy activities – wherein You shall see yet another telescope in my collection, kindly gifted to me by my adorable star fighter brother, Sambo, and leaning on it is the second Christmas present I received from my film buff brother, Ab, who is a rather clever chap, for he always knows how to appease my tomboy inclinations! Lipstick and shoes and bags do it for some women. My boys know that is not how I tick!

What makes me tick? What is my cup of tea, so to speak? 

A Haynes operational manual detailing the anatomy of the most famous Modified YT-1300 Corellian Freighter, The Millennium Falcon, whose metallic flower-head main sensor antenna fizzles my eyes with enough carbonated joy that if I could I would stand up on the world’s stage and announce to everyone that those cruddy Smartphones may come installed with the capacity to send signals but they have not a clue in the world how to do it in a style that defies time and space with whizpopping panache!

Seconds away from signing out from the dismal 2D universe of the virtual plane, but turning around just before I casually push the salon doors open in the cramped Mos Eisely Cantina, I ask thee, Dear You, are You ready to jump(er) to hyperspace with me…?  ♥♥♥


LINK: 
http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photo-of-the-day/ninohe-fireflies/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium=Social&utm_content=link_fb20151230photo-pod&utm_campaign=Content&sf17752017=1

 

Jump(er) To Hyperspace: A Vortext Of Light!

“I ask thee, Dear You, are You ready to jump(er) to hyperspace with me…?”

 

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

 

Christmas Month Puzzle Box 13: On The Matter Of Counting Down To ‘The Force Awakens’ And The Curious Case Of My Honourable Bald-Scalped Friend, Sir Thomas!

Only the last piddling dregs of hours remain before the intergalactic touchdown of ‘The Force Awakens’ is unlocked and unleashed into UK cinemas, and even here, in the midget-proportioned abode of Winchester, a fantastical and hugely anticipated midnight screening has been organised by my brother to which we are at this very moment pacing the room with electrical sizzles tingling on the ends of our fingers and toes! This is going to be one very, berry, merry epic night and that is why I scooted over to the laptop to post this slice of cheekiness at an earlier time, engineered thanks to my ALLIANCE with Destiny and that I wish to share with You before I take to the cinematic skies of a galaxy far, far away!

Canons – sorry – cannons based on advanced blaster laser technology, Light-sabers that lovingly express a firm nod of affection to Arthurian combat, characters that hail from distant worlds but whose odysseys we can all relate to and the all-pervasive and sacred sense of Destiny and the Force coursing through the narrative like a master of prescient knowledge, the only ingredient arguably  missing from this fantastical canvas of sci-film mythology is, of course, the speak of tea – or coffee for those plagued with a confused constitution! Giggle, giggle!

It was not long ago that a certain unmet “honourable friend” of mine here on WordPress had begun a rather dramatic and colourful conversational thread with me that had been stimulated as a result of his response to a news piece that concerned a historical war scene: a tense and hair-raising battle out at sea between the British and the Spanish hundreds of years ago. Canon – sorry – cannon fire went ballistic and the Spanish ship had sunk along with its hoard of treasures, and it was the re-discovery of this loot in the submerged remains of the wreckage that prompted international reportage. In the conversational stream that followed between myself and my “honourable friend”, he was most kind enough to lay down a segment of his family history, stating that his lineage had once seen a certain ‘Sir Thomas’ – no, not ‘Thomas The Tank Engine’, that is another steamy story, remember? – and that this chap had fled from the British and the House of Lords because the situation had turned insufferably ‘hot’, heading to a galaxy far far away, in other words, he hopped over that little pond called the Atlantic to set up a new life in the Americas.

Where am I going with this convoluted discussion?

It has made HEAD-LINE NEWS today in British politics, on a day that is but a few hours away from the dramatization of a maritime scuffle of cannons and artifice taken to whole new intergalactic level, that it follows that here in the HOUSE OF LORDS where everyone is addressed as an “honourable friend”, the Prime Minister went head-to-head with a sheepish opponent, a scene that could have easily outwit the best SOAPS ON TELLY!

BUT, that is NOT what has me transfixed!

What has me in a loopy fit of joy and raucous giggles is that among all this hullaballoo, a NUTMEG-TINTED and beautifully BALD-SCALPED chap has his face twice honed in and whose smooth head is of the perfect curvature and surface sheen to fry an egg IF the weather was hot enough here in Britain and, yet, alas, we haven’t the foggiest idea as to who and why he receives this strange dosage of attention?!

I know!

The flighty spirit of Sir Thomas consented to a cameo, lavishing us with a homecoming to his roots and with nutmeg tan in tow to instil a NEW HOPE that the weather is not always so bad on the other side of the pond!

Are You feeling grotesquely discombobulated? I advise an extra strong cup of tea to help settle Your nerves down and if that is no consolation then may I be as audacious enough to submit the following photograph of my “honourable friend” Samka, who has very kindly volunteered to apply a remedial face-lift to the baldy and shiny RED BAUBLE, gently letting them hang on the branches of the CHRISTMAS TREE so as to not let them lose face! Ah, I just pray that she will hold back from squeezing them too hard with the Force of her hands! To come this far and then for things to suddenly go “POP” would be an awful way for You to have Your BUBBLE BURST! Giggle, giggle!

Oh no, wait, on second thoughts, “POP” is an AMERICAN SOUND that translates into “Father”. Could the baldy chap in the House of Lords, our Sir Thomas wannabe, be contemplating defection to the ‘DARK SIDE’?! Yikes!

MARY – sorry – May the Force be with You, my “honourable friend”!
Mazzy xxx

LINK: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/david-cameron-makes-star-wars-joke-during-prime-ministers-questions-a6775401.html

Christmas Month Puzzle Box 13: On The Matter Of Counting Down To ‘The Force Awakens’ And The Curious Case Of My Honourable Bald-Scalped Friend, Sir Thomas!

“Ah, I just pray that she will hold back from squeezing them too hard with the Force of her hands! To come this far and then for things to suddenly go “POP” would be an awful way for You to have Your BUBBLE BURST! Giggle, giggle!”


Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Sparsholt Countryside| Hampshire | UK 2015

This Is Red Leader, Do You Copy?

Though I was sat on the bench this evening watching the sun set down in the west
My pomegranate jewelled heart doused in excitement, the fire inside me blessed
I do not care if geek is what the world calls me, but truly, how can one keep it in
Today my gang and I laid eyes on Star Wars, a tidal rose scents my skin
And no matter which way I look, the nostalgia of the saga gloriously seethes through
I cannot tell if that was a bird or the Millennium Falcon that trailed in twilight’s blue
Oh, and the garden, a terrestrial citrus circus of surprises in the fading light not so sloppy
For the Red Cosmos flower induced my Voice to call out, “This is Red Leader, do You copy…?”  ♥

This Is Red Leader, Do You Copy?

Oh, and the garden, a terrestrial citrus circus of surprises in the fading light not so sloppy
For the Red Cosmos flower induced my Voice to call out, “This is Red Leader, do You copy…?”

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | My Garden | Winchester | UK 2015

My Brother Sambo: Tough Man, Soft Heart!

My younger brother and I are both passionate pursuers of all things that relate to the Classical world of the Ancient Greeks and Romans. To this end, over the summer holidays, the two of us took the delightful opportunity to embark north to the Roman spa town of Bath in Somerset. Hailed once as the sacred site of healing mineral-rich waters in which people of all walks of life bathed in, bearing the Faith that they would be blessed by the recuperative energies of the Goddess Sulis Minerva, Bath simmered with the architectural grandeur and beauty of what would be typically expected of a Roman city but, for me, it was the sensations beyond the initial visual splendour that I shall forever remember in my heart. I would not be lying to You if I were to say that at every turn around the Roman spa complex there was in the atmosphere the workings of a healing hand, and who by such miraculous instance, knew precisely the holes that one was carrying in the depths of their soul. This undefined and curative entity somehow seemed able to awaken and touch on what was missing. Oh my dear Reader, I do not fabricate! I am armed with proof on this occasion!

You might have the remembrance that once I had informed You that my brother was quite the introverted character, private and extremely shy in front of the lens. Tough and protective on the outside, Sambo carries a very high intolerance to my efforts to photograph him! HOWEVER, in the healing water city of Bath, to my breathless astonishment, he became a man of amateur dramatics! Twisting his hoodie round his neck to mimic the capes worn by sentinels and soldiers of the Roman army, he begged to be photographed wherever we went and, furthermore, as if that were not spectacular a change enough, I had never seen him, so effortlessly and with irrepressible glee, smile away so effusively in front of my lens!! What on beloved earth was all this about?! Well, whatever influence it was, it was infinitely more exciting and positively satisfying than winning the lottery – to see my hardcore boy Sambo step out of his macho shell was, in a word, priceless… :)) :)) :))

"... Twisting his hoodie round his neck to mimic the capes worn by sentinels and soldiers of the roman army, he begged to be photographed wherever we went..."

“… Twisting his hoodie round his neck to mimic the capes worn by sentinels and soldiers of the roman army, he begged to be photographed wherever we went…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Bath | Somerset | UK 2015

La Voie De Bijou De Paris (The Trinket Streets Of Paris)

Diary 6: La Voie De Bijou De Paris (The Trinket Streets Of Paris)

My most admired secret Spy and Reader, hark Your memory back to those few posts of the past in which I drew – without any grown-up inhibitions – comparisons between myself and that of the little explorer who took a fantastic dive in a rabbit hole only to find herself in a whole new world whose natural grain was of the most unnatural order.  Her name, of course, was Alice and the world that I speak of is Wonderland.  A firm resident of my ever-swelling library at home, Alice and I are carbon copies of each other, we do not have a hope in the world to survive without some sort of adventure under our sleeves! The air we breathe is second to our first priority in Life: To actively seek out knowledge and to share it out to others so that it births sunshine in whomsoever chances upon it.

If You have not had the supreme pleasure of reading Lewis Carrol’s masterpiece then I suggest You get off Your horse and make a run for the nearest bookshop now, for the significance of the photograph that I present to You this evening will only become clear and resonant if You are learned in the story that pulses backstage.

Once again You squirm and coil in tortuous anguish. What on earth is she babbling about now, You huff out! Your mind has already leapt to the monochrome photograph of the street stall stacked with artistic collectables, and the posters hang as if they were clothes left out to be dried by the sun or, for the photographically orientated eye, You might liken the scene to an outdoor red room! Well, the story was that I happened to have splintered away from my siblings somewhere over the River Seine, my senses exuberantly infatuated by the many streets-side stalls crazed with trinkets of all shapes and sizes. Dusty old covers of LPs, vintage books whose smells would require new adjectives, and film prints of pivotal films from the sea of noir that is French cinema. All fluttered in the breeze, but ONE, yes ONE, poster found me. IT found me and not the other way round. Le Corbeau translates as ‘The Raven’, the plot synopsis is rather sinister and macabre and I had never heard of it but that was not why it peers out so prominently in this photograph. It shone with singular energy because I knew in my gut – in my tummy – that it would serve me well in the future. Literally! You see, in Alice In Wonderland, a notoriously famous and world class riddle is cited by the Mad Hatter to Alice for which she cannot reply with an answer.

The riddle is as follows: “Why is a raven like a writing desk?”

I shall now prove to You that Magic does walk with me. A nonsensical riddle will always refuse a smooth and uncluttered consensus however if You click on the link below and read the first line in the main box that begins with ‘The answer..’ , the chances are that You will either sink in a puddle inundated by tears of joy, or burn Your bubble cheeks in ravishing strawberry blushes! Whichever it is, be prepared to undergo an over-reactive explosion, in an INSTANT…  :))

LINK: http://www.wisegeek.org/why-is-a-raven-like-a-writing-desk.htm

P.S. Say CHEESE….! :)) :)) :))

The Trinket Streets Of Paris

“It shone with singular energy because I knew in my gut – in my tummy – that it would serve me well in the future. Literally!”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Near Saint-Michel| Paris | France 2015

Only Those Who Believe In Magic Shall See It

Rimmed with steel undulating bars, two silver crescent seats wedged on either side with textured flooring that might have very well been filched from an unsuspecting industrial site, my Japanese mate’s highly energetic munchkin son, Alex, showcases his talent for impeccable immunity against dizziness brought on by excessive spins on the merry-go-round! Set against the tranquil setting of a gurgling river and sleepy branches of dangling willow trees, Alex’s relentless self-testing of how many revolutions he could achieve in a minute must have caused many a rock, leaf and fish to be forced into praying to the gods for the power to be personified so that they too could have a try on this exquisite piece of apparatus that cleverly combined movement without moving anywhere!

Having established the meritorious properties of this classical artefact of the universe of the playground, let us now move onto the real reason for my choosing to share this photograph with You. The Poster. Yes, the object held up by Alex! What is your opinion on its content? I should be most grateful if You could let me know, one way or another – and I am sure You will find a way! Oh, so sorry, say that again, I didn’t quite catch You? What Poster, You ask? Please forgive me, I ought to have briefed You that this is no ordinary Poster that You may find on the street billboards of Your city because, unlike the commercially-orientated think tank that would have been responsible for the design of such media, Alex’s Poster is a mix of Magical ingredients that You would not hear word of in the competitive halls of corporate organisations.

If You cannot see it, You do not believe in it.
If You believe in it, You shall see it.
And I believe that You do believe in it…  :))

EPILOGUE: Only just released is a poster of the fervently awaited new film by the King of Indian Cinema, Shah Rukh Khan, entitled ‘The Fan’ to be released on 15/4/16. A Tea-ser Poster that will whet the imaginations and drive enquiring questions at high-octane speed, how many similarities of context can You spot between the photograph of Alex that I took months before and the Victorious chap in the film poster? Ah, dismiss thou talk of coincidences, Magic simply walks with me… :))

LINK:   http://indianexpress.com/article/entertainment/bollywood/shah-rukh-khans-fan-has-finally-arrived-first-poster-revealed/

 

Only Those Who Believe Shall See It

“… let us on now move onto the real reason for my choosing to share this photograph with You. The Poster. Yes, the object held up by Alex! What is your opinion on its content…?”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester – Tokyo | 2015

Charlie’s Angels: The Director’s Cut

Once upon a time, there were three very different little girls who grew up to be three very different women. But they have three things in common: They’re brilliant, they’re beautiful and they DON’T work for me, I work for them! YIKES!

My name is not Charlie! Ahem, ahem!

In honour of the sheer awesomeness of the Ladies of my family, 
Mazzy x

Charlie's Angels: The Director's Cut

“… They’re brilliant, they’re beautiful and they DON’T work for me! I work for them! YIKES…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Summer Reunion Series | Winchester | UK 2015 

Detainment of Banksy’s Spyware

Oh my good heavens, I don’t know where possibly to begin!
The revelation will surely overthrow your head into a disconcerting spin!
Those four cutesy cousins of mine are not whole human, more part machine
Hence I’ve lined them up for you to carefully probe and to thoroughly screen
See the film poster to the right, the sci-fi film noir, ‘Blade Runner’
In which Mr Ford chases ‘Replicas’, he’s an indisputable stunner!
Well, I feel sort of like him right now, detaining replicas of these four
Run, run they cannot, or else I’ll declare on them thumb war!
A cult film of the past served well to prime my senses today
An end to graffiti attacks on walls, time to leap and shout ‘hooray!’
However, a slight technical glitch spoiled my conclusive victory
Nuha, that misbehaving one, spoke out contradictory:
“Moni Afa, there is a ‘Man Up’, you have to look!”
I instantly assumed she was playing by the classic criminal’s book:
“Nuha dearest, I know that is the title of the OTHER film that’s on
Stop distracting me will you, you slimy little con!”
“NO, Moni Afa, I am telling you the truth
Turn your head around, what’s that on the roof?!”
Rolling my eyes, indifferently I turned my head around
And what I saw up on that roof got me speechless, zero utterance of a sound!
For, there WAS a man up, on top of that house, walking along carefree
And in his hand was a tin or perhaps a swinging tea caddy?
But, by Jove, what was this, he was walking in a straight line, directly towards me!
The four detainees ran off and left me a grubby Indian rupee!!!!

Detainment of Banksy’s Spyware

                        “… Those four cutesy cousins of mine are not whole human, more part machine
                          Hence I’ve lined them up for you to carefully probe and to thoroughly screen…”

Photography & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | May Half-Term Getaway | Winchester Screen Cinema | UK 2015