What's so special about Istanbul?

Istanbul is the biggest city of Turkey located at north-west of country where Asia and Europe meet by means of two bridges, Bochorphus and FSM.The thing that makes Istanbul important is it's critical location.But that's not why I chose here as my temporary home.Istanbul is a beautiful city where west meets east.You can see all kinds of people in here.People from places you wouldn't imagine.It's a "City by the sea".Waters of Ege meet Black Sea.

Weather here really sucks!In summer it's extremely hot and humid.In winter it's very cold windy.But in spring and fall, I think those are the best time to visit Istanbul.I have spent spring and summer here now, and now I know what "extremely hot" is!Like everyplace else, it's nice when you come here for holidays.But to stay...I don't know.If you are living in a developed country I suppose you would like to visit here to see something new or "old" and that might look interesting

Happy freaking birthday Farshad!

Today is my birthday, but something tell me that I won't feel happy at the end of day.I have been offended by insults again.I don't clean the room I live in together with my cousin, does it make a bad person.Does wanting revenge makes a person bad?Does it?I am sick and tired of this place.I don't feel comfortable here anymore.I must find a room for my own.

My aunt's husband again, maybe he is doing this for my own good, but I don't like it.I am not like his son and don't want to be.He is acting like a typical father who always humiliates you to teach something for your future good.Maybe he is right.Maybe I am mentally sick and should get cured.There are so much to tell that I won't be able to write it down.

Got room?!

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The way back - Part II :Home (Chapter Three)

Thanks for your comments Alireza and Ali

When you live in a place for 20 years , the connection between you and that place is like un-destroyable.But that doesn't mean you can't leave there.

I spent most of my time outside, second day after my arrival I went to my university to arrange my paperwork.My dad had went trough most of it but the final one was mine.It's really interesting, even you graduate and deserve a degree the university won't hand out your diploma to yourself!After a lot of talk they gave me my "Temporary Diploma" and told me the original one will be sent to my address.More interesting thing is everyone there knew I was in Turkey and keep asking me "How was there?!Did you meet any one celebs?!!",Heheheheee.But of course they don't see the facts behind my stay.There is a total moron at our university who is chief(!!!) of student services.They guy asked me "If I come there, would you help me stay?!".I don't know what to say I just replied "I am working in there, after work I can help you visit nice places".

It's nice to be famous you know, before I tell them where I am all of them knew!Pretty interesting though.

After all those stunts I couldn't get my orginal diploma and have to wait for 6 months.It's really bad cause I won't have enough time to translate and send it.Well, what can I say;There are still situation like this in the modern education era!!

Dreams II

"Time is the greatest cure"

It should be a great feeling having your home, your own car or at least a life belongs only to you.But these are dreams that most of people around the world having and hereby I share this feeling.

You know what would be great? A small house or cabin beside a lake at a cold place like Sweden, Alaska or Iceland.I can myself with a bottle of whisky and smokes sitting on a old wooden chair watching the sky at night.Even now, when I dream about it puts a smile on my face, like I have won 1mil$ and nobody knows about it!Since we mentioned money, it's a nice instrument to live a little bit more comfort.

With enough amount of money I am sure I'd live at my own kingdom of heaven.A kingdom where the one and only king is me, of course there is nobody around at all.Looks like I am telling craps again, well the only thing that I really have is the power of imagination(It's not working anymore but still exists).

What it is like to have a life of my own, is it really hard to achieve?Is it that far away?When it's going to happen?How much I should wait?A year, 10 years or when I am 70 and I don't have a thing except worthless memories?

The way back - Part II :Home (Chapter Two)

Where is home?Where is the place you feel like home?The home that you have lived in it so far, or the place your heart beats?You'll feel the difference for sure.
It's good to see old friends.First day I went to see Alireza (I have told you about him before).I've missed him, and he too and that's the reason that I entitle him "Best friend".Also I met an old friend too, Shaahin.We were together in high school for 2-3 years.We always sit in a same row beside each other.I remember the fun we had together, we always were laughing(!).It's good to be friends.
We spend the afternoon and night together talking mostly about how Istanbul and my life is.I was trying to give a drop of my experience to them but as usual it turned out to jokes.I've missed these guys.But when you go to sleep you understand you're alone.Millions of thoughts fly in your mind and eventually land one by one."Should I stay or should I go?".Maybe the most important question in my life.What to do?It's not like when I was 17.Life was more simple back then than now.
I have always forced myself to choose the best of options, not the ideals.Sometimes there is just one choice and sometimes there are hundreds.But questions still remains, which one is better?Go or stay?Go or stay?Go or s...?It was a decision I must make.I received some help from friends and family.I am sure by now you have figured it out, right?The thing that concerns me even now is "Have I chosen the right one".There is no answer to it.
My dad told me a nice thing."Every time I was going back to Armenia I had the same feeling as you, I didn't want to go but I had to.And every time I wanted to go back home I didn't want that either".

The way back - Part II :Home (Chapter One)

When you are away from home you don't miss a lot of things, cause you don't remember.I didn't miss home a lot when I was in Istanbul.But when I get back home, it was really strange.From the point I take off the bus, I began to feel nice.In tabriz there is always wind blowing.It was the first thing I realized that I missed it.Tabriz is a city that humidity rate is very low, not like Istanbul.That's the other thing I miss.

Now that I am back to Istanbul I have lost all my desire for home again.It's really hard to be in such a feeling.

When I ringed the doorbell I heard my big brother,Farhad's voice saying"He's here!He is here!!".Ohhh it's a beautiful thing to know that there is someone on this planet that misses you.They all was there, my family except my oldest brother and his family.It was good that I didn't see him, cause it would have ruined everything.Anyway, it was a really warm welcome.It's really intresting how we humans feel.So it was good.First night, I don't think I have sleeped in such a peace so far.Because of my absense, my brother moved to my room.I get shocked when I get in my room!I told my mom"This is how you miss me?!" and she replied"Noooo, we moved Farhad's things here because this room is better".It was Ok.I mean the is no reason to get hurt by that.

Night time, it's the best time.I missed the silence of our neighborhood when it's night.I stand beside the open window of my room and lit a cigarette.Great thing to be home I guess.Farhad and I stayed in same room during my stay in Tabriz.We didn't talk a lot with him.But preceding night we did a long conversation.He said:"You should plan to be on your own, don't rely on dad.He might not be able to help you these days" and that I should move ahead not come back to Iran.It was a long talk, I don't want to bother with details.

What I am doing here?!

You know what, I was in better state in Tabriz than Istanbul.I didn't have to wake up early,I didn't have financial peoblems.I didn't have to live as a stranger.I didn't have to tolerate humiliation, cause it's my own family's house and I live with them.I was close to my frinds, not like here with no friends at all.And other things.But I have something here that worth other things.I have a life of my own.
Life is simple if you know what are you doing.But complicated as well.Only thing that makes us tolerate it is hope.Ohh humans, only thing we really have is hope.We hope to have a better life, or we just hope that it doesn't get worse.But hope won't do any good.It's our actions that brings us goods or bads.
Can you see the light at the end of road?I can't maybe you did...

My frst day in new job

Well, I've been here for 3 hours now and nothing yet.Boss isn't around and I don't know what to do.One of tech support guys let me use his PC.I am just killing time here.It's very boring.Nothing to do!!
I am sure after I get my task it'd be better.Till then just fooling around!

I am back!

Hi there, I am back to Istanbul yesterday morning around 6 o'clock.There are so money to tell but first the reason why I haven't write anything in last two weeks.Since blogger.com is filtered in Iran I couldn't update my blog.Now, after 15 days I am back on business.

I'll tell everything with all the details very soon, just let me give you a tip:It was horrible!