Saturday, July 24, 2010

King Farrokh

You can picture it, what it would be like after it happens, but it is still a shock because you did not think it would be coming when it did.
Kashmira Cooke

The statement was one of the hardest things to do. After it was done, he knew his life was over. (1)


On Sunday morning his breath changed. Mary came and went, his parents called up, the people just stopped coming in because of the state he was in. A couple minutes later he was gone. (1)

The world into which little Farrokh was born, was a placid tropical paradise, called Zanzibar. As a young boy he started studying Zoro-astronism in the Fire Temple where he was confronted with the main idea of this religion that life is a celebration. When he was nine his parents decided that his education would be better served by an Indian boarding school. In summer 1955 he started attending St. Peter's School. Singing in public at school festivities with the band called The Hectics, he became a good singer and an outstanding pianist. At that time his artistic talent was discovered too. After having failed the class term examination he came back to Zanzibar where he spent two years. In January 1964, a bloody revolution broke out in Zanzibar and his family left to the safety England. In autumn that year Farrokh enrolled at Isleworth Polytechnic school in West London. He graduated in spring 1966, receiving his A-levels. In autumn 1966 he entered the Ealing School of Art where he studied graphic design. Their friends remembered him sketching everything and everybody. He was a great artist, he had a really good idea for detail. Inspite of the fact that he was really good on showmanship, the band which he wished to play with, was not sure if he really had the sort of the technical singing thing. Eventually, in 1968 he joined the band and changed his name which helped him to be the person he wanted to be. For the public he was going to be a different character now. (1,2)

One night in May 1983, an unexpected and unforgettable love affair was born. He was fascinated by her voice, wanting to hear her again and again. And then they met. The day when it happened was so exceptional for both of them. They spent the whole night together. He was playing the piano, improvising; she was singing. It took until sunrise. He loved the music and she was the music. (1)

He also liked holding parties. At his 39th birthday he held one of the most extraordinary parties ever. It took three weeks. But then, suddenly, he changed his life completely. He stopped being promiscuous and settled down.

In the late 80s he bought a flat in Montreux to find peace of mind. The news about his illness was equally devastating for all those close to him, but he wanted them to know. He did not dwell on the disease. Even he suffered so dreadfully, he had never told anybody about it. He stayed positive until the last minute of his life. (1)

1. Freddie Mercury, The Untold Story
2. Wikipedia - Freddie Mercury

Friday, July 23, 2010

The Clash

They put them into two separate cooking pots. The first ones, are never called but the Ps, were cut up to bigger chips of different shapes, dried with a dishcloth or they were just peeled. The second ones, known as the Ds, were prepared from rolls and flour, kneaded to buns and left undivided.
Actually these two groups did not like each other and rarely shared the same plate. From time to time the staff found a member of one team lying under the kitchen unit. There had been serious quarrels between them all the time. The arguments often seemed to be very cogent, but actually they were more foolish than serious and nearly always quite unfair, cruel and even vulgar from both sides.
The Ps perpetually asserted that they are less caloric than the Ds whereas the Ds blamed the Ps for concluding a secret and confidential pact with the McDs company. In return, those from the Ps squad made fun of the others, maintaining that the Ds are not as universal a food as they are. Let alone the contention, which the Ps liked the most, that they are grown and cultivated as any other vegetable and that's why they are also healthier and definitely not such a man-made product or literary an artificial piece of ****.
However the strongest fact, the Ds were never able to argue against, was that they could be made from the Ps themselves. And you can bet that the Ds heared that argument a million times. Sporadically, but not too often, one of the Ps got mixed with the Ds. Then the others started behaving quite friendly, being a little bit afraid of their mates.
Fortunately, the cooks never let these two opponents alone too long. When their clash was no longer bearable, they served them separately as distinct side dishes.
And yet, they both tasted palatable and delicious.