ترا به خاطر خواهم آورد 18 تیر 78

ما را به خاطر بیاور!

ما را که تازه جوانانی بیست و دو ساله بودیم

شور عشق درسینه داشتیم و

پیش از آن که عاشق شویم سینه بر خاک سوده مُردیم.

ما را به خاطر بیاور!

ما را که سینه سرخانی خنیاگر بودیم و ده به ده

نه در آسمان و نه در کوهسار و نه برشاخسار

که در بازار پیش از آن که آوازه خوان شویم

بر شاخه ای تکیده از تکیه گاه خویش

جان واسپردیم

به خاطر دارم پیامشان را، سرنوشتشان را،

آری …

و همیشه درگذرگاه خاطرم درگذر است

آوازهای صامت سینه سرخان سینه برسیخ و

تجسد آرزوهای بیست و دو سالگان سینه بر سنگ

و از تکرار یادشان شاید پیش از آن که شاعر شوم

بیست و دو ساله بمیرم. آمین.

سروده عزت ابراهیم نژاد لاله سرخ کوی دانشگاه

تازه فارغ التحصیل در محیط کار

امروز اتفاقا و در حال جابجا کردن تعدادی مدرک و نقشه به نخستین سررسیدنامه زندگی ام برخورد کردم. اواخر سال 1380 نخستین بار پس از فراغت از تحصیل در یک پروژه نسبتا بزرگ با مدرک فوق عالیه اما به عنوان تکنیسین مشغول به کار شدم. من احتیاج مبرم به کار داشتم و آن شرکت هم فقط یک تکنیسین می خواست و من به هر حال آن پیشنهاد را پذیرفتم با حقوق ماهیانه کمتر از 120.000 تومان در ماه.

در حال ورق زدن سررسیدنامه دو یادداشت خودم را دیدم که حالا پس از گذشت چندین سال از آن زمان به نظرم جالب رسید و آنها را عینا در اینجا درج می کنم؛ بنوعی بیانگر برخورد یک فارع التحصیل جوان با محیط کار است. امروز فکر می کنم این دریافتها کماکان درست بوده و هستند البته درباره یادداشت دوم شاید اندکی، فقط اندکی، تندروانه باشد.

سه شنبه 23 بهمن ماه 1380

"سیستم از تو می خواهد که بیکار نباشی (بیکار دیده نشوی)؛ فقط همین. اگر کارهایت را به سرعت انجام دهی چنانکه کار دیگری برای انجام دادن نداشته باشی دو نتیجه خواهی گرفت: نخست اینکه از بیکاری حوصله ات سر می رود و دلزده می شوی و احساس می کنی که اگر کاری نکنی درآمدت حلال نخواهد بود؛ دوم اینکه سیستم تو را مؤاخذه خواهد کرد. پس سیستم تو را وادار به کند بودن و تلاش برای پر کردن ساعات کاری ات خواهد کرد."

دوشنبه 6 اسفند 1380

"ای ناظر هیچگاه به پیمانکار اعتماد یا اطمینان نکن. هدف او اغفال، فریفتن، سوءاستفاده یا گمراه کردن توست."

Disrespect toward Iranians

I wrote the first part of this writing last Sunday while waiting for a delayed flight; the second part was added later; so it’s being published late.
1. Tonight an important (perhaps the most important) football match gonna be held I’m still in Mehrabad airport waiting for the delayed flight to be announced. That’s Euro 2008 final game between Germany and Spain predicted to be stressful. I hope we could watch the game at home.
All of a chance I just visited the Spanish Embassy today to apply for a business visa. Let me ask if you have ever gone to an embassy in Iran and being an Iranian at the same time. If you have done so before, you could possibly understand how I feel now. We were waiting on a long queue of applicants in a small space for around five hours. Some people were on the queue since 3:00 AM in the morning. On the one hand Every one was trying to press the others for sake of his/her own request. All of the people there were once ousted to the open yard to re-establish the order. It was a really humiliating condition there. On the other hand the Embassy has assigned an unacceptably small room for many applicants. Now I remember that bitter memories of living during the Iran-Iraq war when every thing was rationed and one should stay long hours in long queues for some cheese or a pit of vegetable oil.
2. I have heard from many people who have travelled abroad both before the Islamic Revolution and after that. All of them claim in one voice that before the revolution, wherever on the globe they went, just upon showing of an Iranian passport, they were treated with most respect and honour. Even many countries accepted the Iranians without a visa needed to be issued.
Now every thing has been reversed. We are treated disrespectfully just because of being Iranian. Every Iranian is considered a “usual suspect” unless the opposite is proved. As Hossein Faraji said, nowadays showing an Iranian visa is viewed as something like pointing a gun to an official at an embassy or airport! What could be expected with someone like Ahmaghinejad (this is how we call him in Persian meaning “someone of a foolish descent” instead of Ahmadinejad) being the president of the nation?
Islamic Republic has brought us with nothing just misery and disapproval of the outside world. Damn it!

What should be valued in life?

Sometimes it comes to my mind that whatever I have always been concerned with, family, friendship and motherland, vanishes away all at one; a sense of losing all your faith all at the same time; it causes me think whatever I have done proudly might be have been all non-sense and futile; some sort of stupidity and short/simple-mindedness. Then I feel annoyed and unconfident about myself; dubious about what I’m doing now or planning to do in the future; some sort of feeling unsure about everything. It passes through my mind what if I abandon whatever I have lived for and the way of mannerism that I have stuck to up to day.
Sergio Leone in Once Upon a time in America gives a frustrating big picture of human friendship. “Noodles” played by Robert De Niro is a passionate about friendship. His mind and life has been oriented and actually governed up to old age by memories of his roughly half a century ago four friends of adolescence period, since they were fighting intimately for life as newly-arrived immigrants along with each other in the early 19th century New York city. Three of his friends die young in a fire accident filling his life full of sorrow afterwards. But anyway in the last scene of the film he realises that he has always been betrayed by his closest friend of the four (the one still alive); that he has been blocked from his big chances of life; that he is a big LOSER.
In the South Korean-made TV series of “The Emperor of the Sea”, now being aired by Iranian TV, two old enemies come across each other. In a scene, the bad man “Yon Jang” while planning to revenge the good man “Gong Bok” for a long time has been forced to seek refuge to the prosperous good man to save his own life form another common enemy. The good man faces the question of whether to admit or arrest him while he is aware of the bad man’s ambition of revenge. He finally decides to accept him but at the same time informs the bad man of his awareness of what he is doing now and its possible consequences such as an assassination in the future.
Probably the bad when reached to his target, would ridicule the good. Now what would be judgment of the society? Was the good man right to admit the bad man?
I eventually look suspiciously about what is really a value in our life and what is not. What should be really valued? Every body talks about his/her own values of life with some values in common. But this commonness and repetitiveness makes them look even more ridiculous and unreliable…
Sometime our life really looks null; nothing there in…