The Chi, the sling shot and other stories about Christmas presents

hotstone1And the present was ‘four hours chi treatment’. No idea what was the ‘chi’ but my best friend ‘Googly’ solved the mystery just in a few seconds. Typed ‘chi’ and the result came up on the screen: Chi (uppercase Χ, lowercase χ; Greek: Χι [xiː]) is the 22nd letter of the Greek alphabet, pronounced as [kai] in English. “Here we are!” thought “there is something Greek to it”. Looking a little bit further down the screen, I saw more information about chi massage: “Chi, Yin, Yang, and the Five Elements are the basic of Chi Massage metaphysical theories. Chi, is also known as Qi, Ki, Bio-Energy or Life Force Energy. It is the reason for everything to exist. Chi presence in living things determines wholesomeness, whilst Chi presence in materials determines the state of dynamics. In practice, balancing the Yin and Yang in the body is Chi Massage’s ultimate objective” Quite satisfied from what I read and ready to consumate the present as soon as possible, I booked a four hours ‘chi experience’ at the newest cool place Shangri La Hotel. The receptionist was a Chinese girl speaking Chinese with English accent or the other way around, not much difference in respect of my comprehension of what she was saying to me. My only thought was that a true Dalai Lama experience was imminent. The Chinese girl guided me to a small room which everything was compact like the concept ‘buy two in one’. There was a Jacuzzi and four to five separated small cubicles, where in each one somebody could have different experiences such as rainforest , tropical rain, ice rain, hamam, steam room..etc, and in the middle of all these ‘experiences’ one chaise longue and a cup of tea, clear indication that these experiences are quite exclusive for only one person . After using all of them at once, I concluded that the central idea was water from cold to hot and the other way around, nothing more nothing less.
boy-with-a-sling-shotA quarter of an hour later another look alike Chinese girl, named Siti, invited me to another room for the main ‘chi’ experience treatment. She gave me a small packet and asked me to change my clothes wearing the ‘thing’ was in it. She smiled at me and closed the door behind her, leaving me alone to change. Looking at the content of the packet the single look alike, a thought came to my mind ‘hey, hey Johnny! where are you? the ultimate sex ‘pistol ‘- a plastic made G-string which could be a sling shot which boys use to throw stones. I assure you the character of Mr. Bean would being pale in comparison to Penelope’s effort to wear the sling and stay in the right place where it is made to be. The amusement of trying to put on the elastic band in the right place, after a while had been converted to an agony. Who knows how long I was in this room trying to fit this G-string and I heard the Chinese girl’s voice “are you alright ma’am, is everything ok ma’am?” . Her voice made me more trembling and thinking how embarrassing is, Siti to see the black small leaf alike to cover a part of my thigh and not the most crucial part of my body. It seemed to me that a century passed, until I managed to adjust the leaf where it belongs to from the Eve’s dates. Proud of my achievement I called Siti to come and start the Chi… She explained that there will be a treatment with special oils which suits the metal element on me. Apparently I was metal after the results of a multiple choice test I filled previously.And at least for a half an hour I have been feeling so ‘metal’ until Siti told me “maybe tomorrow you have a different taste about colours etc. and then you will be a wood and you shall need different treatment!!” I lied down on the bed and she informed me that she is going to use the ‘sounding ball’, according to me the ‘deafness ball’ to bring the positive energy in my body perhaps by isolating me from the outside sounds. Minutes later, she was walking on top of my body. In the time span of four hours I had a range of massages with her hands, feet, hot stones, showering in a bath tub and sounding balls everywhere…
Four hours later I was feeling like an anarchist in the region of Exarhia, Athens, beaten up by the Greek ‘batsous’ police forces.
Still thinking, having a new bicycle would be a better idea to start the New Year….

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The Brave New World of the ‘Goodbye’ land

“What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder.”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Ch. 2
When the individual feels, the community reels.”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Ch. 6

A short story in pictures
Once upon a time the ‘Goodbye’ citizens got bored with their forever summer land
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and they decided to create a micro-climate inside their land in order to have the same experience as the citizens in the winter land
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so they created cold and snow and they made snow hills 
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in order to enjoy winter activities  such as skiing ,  making  ice sculptures
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 playing with huge snow balls
ski9and having a proper christmas tree as  their fellow citizens in the winter land
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“Our world is not the same as Othello’s world. You can’t make flivvers without steel-and you can’t make tragedies without social instability. The world’s stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get.”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Ch. 16

 

Merry Christmas to everyone !!

Καλά Χριστούγεννα σε όλους σας  !! 

Penelope

A 37 High Flyer

“Most of these girls are small, slim, have on maroon Harvard-logo outfits, blond hair in a ponytail, and brand-new iPods, and they run like the wind. You can definitely feel of sort of aggressive challenge emanating from them…They’re more mentally cut out for brief runs at high speed” Murakami’s words from his latest book ‘what I talk about when I talk about running’ came to my mind on the national day of the United Arab Emirates which celebrates its first 37 years as a country. I found this two- digit number for a country, if nothing else weird , for me a product of a country once called the cradle of civilization in the ancient world and my adopted country once a Great Empire. Both of them equally old and tired and dissatisfied with the growing population due to the immigration . The natives of this teenager country do not have blond hair but dark and immaculate white and black dresses for men and women respectively.emirates-women

They don’ use any more camels to travel around, as their ancestors Bedouins, but Cayennes and they are zooming up and down the roads at a high speed.
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After centuries of hard life and poverty the wheel turned round for them and their bare land proved to be the most fertile, producing the best ever product for the 21st century, for oiling all the world’s engines. The America of the Arab world with its freedom – in the context of the Arab world-its immigrants whom they happily integrate and use as a main force for their development and in return they share a slice of their rich pie. This new country run like the wind to have it all here and now!
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And here I am to observe this new ‘thing’ on the making which run at high speed ‘in search of lost time’. Interesting and challenging the whole concept.

Now is the winter of our discontent

Listening to the latest news on the radio about the episodes in Greece,coming back from the Nutcracker’s performance, came to my mind Shakespeare’s tragedies and particularly ‘Richard III’ which was the playwright’s view of the state of the English nation during the Wars of the Roses. I don’t know why an English tragedy came to mind and not a Greek one. Perhaps, because the tragedy is not only Greek .. !

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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish’d, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew’d up,
About a prophecy, which says that ‘G’
Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Clarence comes.