The world of Koranic Media, is based on, the rather under-appreciated, world, of Local Media. Local Media, fails to find, any appreciation really, due to the fact that, its the Media, often associated perhaps, with neighbours, or even, local communities too. The promise though, of Local Media, is that its very, capable, in a magical way even, of going, International (and not, Worldly) [Wordly, as with Society, and International, as with "news-making"]. Italian Civilization, unlike European, was driven by, Local Media [with European though, driven by, the Worldly (Society)] [and it of course, reaching its zenith, with French Society]. But as mentioned, Local Media, does have the magic, of having one even, kidnapped, by the President, of an alien (or even foreign) Country. Sounds absurd, but thats how, Italian Media, was kind of like [which included even, as with apparitions perhaps, being handed, special messages by Christ or Marian figures even].
Below, will be presented, a short Saga perhaps (with Saga = Hadithi + 'Fairy Tale') [with the Saga too, being the main way of storytelling, in Italian Civilization], to show, what Koranic Media, is all about [with the Saga too, being rather, appropriate, for Koranic Media].
Below, will be presented, a short Saga perhaps (with Saga = Hadithi + 'Fairy Tale') [with the Saga too, being the main way of storytelling, in Italian Civilization], to show, what Koranic Media, is all about [with the Saga too, being rather, appropriate, for Koranic Media].
Tim, is working by the window, of his little office, and seated, next, to his desktop computer. He is licking some envelop flaps, as he does this, and once in a while, he invariably, glances out of the window, at the house next door, from which, he can see his neighbour Cathy, up in her bedroom, somehow working away, at her desk. As he again somewhat, looks through her bedroom window, while counting mentally, at how many letters, he has to go 'through', and lying too, on his table-desk, he can't but help wonder, if Cathy knows, he can see her, or even if, this is not, the very first time, this has happened.
As he is almost done with the work, he can't but help think himself into, taking a break, to somehow, make a visit, to Cathy, and even hopefully, surprise her at this. He picks up his jacket, laying on the far side of the table-desk, and even begins, to jog out of his home, and soon enough, is actually on his way there, having put on some shoes, on his socks ladden feet. He makes his way there, rather fast in all, having lost track of time itself, as he in all really, plans the surprise, he intends, to shower on her, by creeping in unnoticed, and somewhat scaring her to smithereens. He is in through the gates, of her home, and starts to make his way, to a window he has pastly noticed, is often left, somehow wide open, and in no time, he is actually, in through it. Rather than make, his way upstairs, to her room, he decides instead, to go, into the Den (a kind of living space/room), inside which, he is rather surprised, to see, a lone seated figure, which he immediately obviously, makes out, to be a Woman. He stares at her, surprisingly, even shockingly, as he wonders even, whom she could be, as she too on the otherhand, stares back, astonishingly, even slighted, as she wonders too, whom he could be. They are both somewhat looking at each other, when Tim, hears the door to Cathys room, open and shut, and this in all makes him recline, as he somewhat looks upstairs, and then, at the stranger, perceived intruder even, seated on a couch, in, the Den. Cathy is down in no time, and is surprised to see Tim there, and as she shows a sign perhaps, of welcoming, she hesitantly abruptly ceases to do so, as she even begins, to wonder, how ever did Tim, manage, to get into the house, through the locked door. She somewhat begins to recline in horror too, at the very thought, that the seated stranger, actually, did open the door, for Tim. Tim though, still shellshocked perhaps, at having met the stranger, and on even, guessing really, Cathys thoughts perhaps in all, begins really, to actually make for the door, as Cathy, begins to make her way, to talk to the stranger, and with seemingly having sighted Tim, standing still, decides, she will have a little, impromptu talk with him, when she is done.
Two days later, Tim decides, to pay a visit, to an acquaintance really of his he believes, and as he drives his little Mini Cooper, which he uses, to get around, the local Parish, he cannot but help, notice, the two or three Chapels spotted, which in all really, tend to remain, invariably empty. He arrives at Teds, and gets out of his car, to open up, the somewhat closed gates, and with no time, he has driven through them. Out of the car, having shut the gates closed, he has made his way, into the house, and on entering, senses motion, at the back lawn, of it too. He is out, somewhat ecstatic, as he is sure, if Ted, is out there, he is up to, something interesting. Ted is not, all alone, he eventually conceives, as there are a number, of visitors, neighbours, somewhat garnered around him, and indirectly really, listening to what, he has to say. Ted, is commonly, or even really, popularly, referred to as Junior, and as Tim makes his way, to the little grouping, he lines up somewhat unseen, close to them, and begins to listen in, to what, Junior, has to say. Junior seems, to be speaking on nothing much at the moment, or nothing really, he can identify with, and as he does this, Tim begins looking around, at the little grouping, of folks really, who know each other, somewhat well, but actually, know nothing, about each other really.
Its a Thursday, two days after having visited, or met really, with Ted, when Tim actually begins, to think, and realize even, what Ted had said to them, that none other, than Angelina Jolie, was thinking, of buying a plot, in the Parish. Surprising, not, after all, it was the very same Jolie, he had actually, seen or met even, at Cathys home, four days before. Tim is seated actually, in a Restaurant Eatery, awaiting his meal, a double beef Hamburger, that apparently, is the special of the day. Unknown to Tim too, the Eatery, is actually somewhat, owned, by Ted, with many of the more popularly known, or recognized really, constituents, of the Parish, not knowing this either. The Burger handed out, or served really, with Tim failing to notice, the rather longful look, in the waitresses eyes, which he readily though, does accept. Tim thinks, of the work he has to do, in his self-employed enterprise, that goes by the name, of 'IdeaCube'. 'IdeaCube', is a simple concept really, simply think up, great ideas, for others really, whether they be cultural, or even entrepreneurial, and attempt in all, not to sell them really, but actually, market them [with him hopefully, playing an advisor, in the idea thought up]. It did cross Tims mind, that his ideas, might be stolen for profit, but he does have, an uncanny way, of singling out, honest, potential clients. 'IdeaCube', has made him somewhat, lots of money, but not, but he does get frustrated, with those he works with, not understanding, or imagining really, what he does have to say, wishing in all instead, to think things out really.
On his drive, back to his place, Tim but can't help but notice, outsiders to the Parish, somewhat using it, as a adjunct really, to make their way, to further destinations. He likes the Parish clean, and this involves, not having, "scum", perhaps, in the locale, as with they perhaps, lacking the integrity, to do things, in a rather decent manner. Two days ago, Ted had spoken, of his trip to London, and from what the others around him, had been able to garner, Ted apparently, somewhat partied, with who's who, of the London party circuit. Names were actually really, spewed out, and not even told out, as those he recognized, Lady Gaga, Keira Knightley, Christian Bale, and even, Madonna, were some of the handful, that Ted supposedly, got to meet, on his, as he oftenly put it, last trip, to London. Tim does not think too much, of all this, thinking that, if they all got, to hang out apparently, with Junior, then they somewhat, were not whom, they really were. Tim arrogantly, at the back of his mind perhaps, has flashes, of Ted in London, and him too there, but interacting actually perhaps, with the Queen of England, or even, Prince William, at one, of the Royal Families, Country Homes. Unknown to Tim though, all the revelers Ted met, were actually enamoured by him, as Tim unknowingly, does not actually truly well know, Ted, as Ted tends to act, rather reserved, when Tim is around. So enamoured were they apparently, they actually invited Ted back again, to hang out, at many, of Londons exclusive spots, where unknowingly to Tim too again, Ted would probably, get the chance, to meet, Prince William, or even, Prince Harry (Tims, favourite Prince).
That Friday, Tim finds himself, preparing in all, or freshening up really, to attend, a Soiree really, that Ted, is holding, at his place. Ted though, tends to hold, the most wildest, of parties perhaps, with sexual incidents, having been reported, in the past, but Tim, having actually, witnessed none. Out of his place, in his trademark jacket, Tim jumps into his Mini Cooper, and with time, makes his way to Teds, where surprisingly enough, he does find a, Security Guard, manning the gate, who on seeing Tim, actually makes his way, to speak with him, other than, letting him in immediately. Tim is in though, with no hassle really, but apparently too, not feeling too happy either, as mixed thoughts, of the Security Guard, and the rather sportive and new, BMW's, Land Rovers, and even too really, a sporty Toyota sportscar, he sees in Teds entrance, has the bile in him perhaps, flowing rather strongly, at the perceived slight, received, or even possibly, unconsciously perhaps, instigated. Tim is at the door, knocking casually, to be let in, and even too, as if expected really, as Ted, had actually taken the time this time around, to actually physically, invite him, to the party. The door opens, and a blonde, in her twenties, somewhat casually too, as with longing to get back to something, invites him in. Tim is somewhat, taken aback, as while he does know, Ted to be rather popular, he does not think, he is actually, popularly trendy [but more really, elitist perhaps]. Tim makes his way, to find Ted really, awaiting him near the door, where there are, many guests already, hanging around, talking, laughing even (intimidating to Tim perhaps), and even, scurrying around [as to Tim, an insult does much better, at a party, than the usual, "lets see who can make them, laugh loudest" scenery]. The Soiree, which by now actually, is more or less, a Jamboree, has everyone gathered around somewhat, talking on various events, happening just about everywhere, but in the Parish really. Tim does not actually join in, but is directed somewhat, by Ted, to a spot really, where he can garner himself, a drink of sorts. As Ted is doing this, he is almost surprised, and even acts somewhat aghast, as some members (and not even constituents really), of the Parish, beckon to him, in vernacular, to meet him actually, in his back lawn, where they are hanging out really. Ted runs out practically really, to the crowd, hanging out on his back lawn, to ask them (as if), to quiet down the camaraderie, that appears, to becoming in all, a raucous.
The party, or soiree really, was on, through the night, with guests showing up, and leaving for other such parties, and with most people in the party, having come, to know each other well. Ted, or Junior even, as the partygoers, referred to him (with the exception, of Tim), was running all around perhaps, as if jogging even, and somewhat acting the fool, as he in all, somewhat humourously insulted, everyone in and about, of his eyeview. Tim was actually, rather surprised, and even possibly disappointed, when he awaited perhaps, the party to bowl over, when the two sets of guests at hand, on the scene he envisioned really, attempted, to mingle with each other. This time perhaps he believed, Junior, had no idea, what he had done, inviting two separate groups, of folks who knew nothing much, about each other, to mingle with each other. When Jessica, the blonde girl, decided, to speak and interact, with Sam (one of the members, of the Parish), Tim was actually rather, astonished really, at what was possibly happening. He did not say anything much, or think it even, perhaps in all really, believing his many philosophies, on social contact, unwarranted. That same Jessica though, would speak to him curtly, when she asked him, to move aside as he was, standing by the drinks section, with a somewhat sharp even, look, and a recognizable, "excuse me!!". Tim looked at Sam after this, thinking him a fool somewhat, as with perhaps, being pretentious in his friendships, and one too (Tim that is), not to think too highly, perhaps, of the opposite sex [thinking them at first, cutely creatures, who held the promise, of life's happiness, then later on, nasty creatures, who hated him, at all cost, and to now, ambitious people, who had no respect though, for manners & etiquette], would have been surprised (Tim again that is), at knowing, that Jessica would eventually really, invite Sam, to visit her, in London, and even take, a short surprise trip, to Paris.
Tim did not speak, to any of the women, at the party that night, but instead, spent his time, talking to someone, he partly know (from an outside Parish), whom on the otherhand, had come really, to party strongly. Tim does not really know, any members, of the opposite sex, and most of his genuine friends, actually live, in other Parishes, outside his. Tim, not one to take kindly, to women, would be surprised in all, to know and learn, that many women, in the Parish, and outside it, actually do know, of him, as at the very least, due perhaps, to the fact, that Ted, tends to poke fun of him, behind his back, to the many women (or lady friends), he has actually, befriended [even daring one, Anna, to set up, a video camera recorder, at Tims place, to secretly view, what Ted, actually spoke about]. Later on, few laughs in between, but having appreciated the environment, Tim begins, to make his way out, hoping not to be seen, but is actually spotted by Ted, leaving, as Ted is actually, some distance from the entry, and appearing to seemingly hang out, says hello somewhat, to Tim, as he leaves, by asking him, whether he actually, is leaving. Tim recognizes the voice, thanks Ted somewhat abruptly, for inviting him, and some minutes later, Ted, does watch Tim, drive out, of his home (and entrance too).
'sounds' of Koranic Media:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOurKhAIpOA
Koranic Media and its associated 'materiality':
[with History (any), being a major part, of Local Media content]
[the Mansion]
[or the 'movie' Saga]
[the Sahih Al-Bukhari]
[as compared to, the High Seas]
As he is almost done with the work, he can't but help think himself into, taking a break, to somehow, make a visit, to Cathy, and even hopefully, surprise her at this. He picks up his jacket, laying on the far side of the table-desk, and even begins, to jog out of his home, and soon enough, is actually on his way there, having put on some shoes, on his socks ladden feet. He makes his way there, rather fast in all, having lost track of time itself, as he in all really, plans the surprise, he intends, to shower on her, by creeping in unnoticed, and somewhat scaring her to smithereens. He is in through the gates, of her home, and starts to make his way, to a window he has pastly noticed, is often left, somehow wide open, and in no time, he is actually, in through it. Rather than make, his way upstairs, to her room, he decides instead, to go, into the Den (a kind of living space/room), inside which, he is rather surprised, to see, a lone seated figure, which he immediately obviously, makes out, to be a Woman. He stares at her, surprisingly, even shockingly, as he wonders even, whom she could be, as she too on the otherhand, stares back, astonishingly, even slighted, as she wonders too, whom he could be. They are both somewhat looking at each other, when Tim, hears the door to Cathys room, open and shut, and this in all makes him recline, as he somewhat looks upstairs, and then, at the stranger, perceived intruder even, seated on a couch, in, the Den. Cathy is down in no time, and is surprised to see Tim there, and as she shows a sign perhaps, of welcoming, she hesitantly abruptly ceases to do so, as she even begins, to wonder, how ever did Tim, manage, to get into the house, through the locked door. She somewhat begins to recline in horror too, at the very thought, that the seated stranger, actually, did open the door, for Tim. Tim though, still shellshocked perhaps, at having met the stranger, and on even, guessing really, Cathys thoughts perhaps in all, begins really, to actually make for the door, as Cathy, begins to make her way, to talk to the stranger, and with seemingly having sighted Tim, standing still, decides, she will have a little, impromptu talk with him, when she is done.
Two days later, Tim decides, to pay a visit, to an acquaintance really of his he believes, and as he drives his little Mini Cooper, which he uses, to get around, the local Parish, he cannot but help, notice, the two or three Chapels spotted, which in all really, tend to remain, invariably empty. He arrives at Teds, and gets out of his car, to open up, the somewhat closed gates, and with no time, he has driven through them. Out of the car, having shut the gates closed, he has made his way, into the house, and on entering, senses motion, at the back lawn, of it too. He is out, somewhat ecstatic, as he is sure, if Ted, is out there, he is up to, something interesting. Ted is not, all alone, he eventually conceives, as there are a number, of visitors, neighbours, somewhat garnered around him, and indirectly really, listening to what, he has to say. Ted, is commonly, or even really, popularly, referred to as Junior, and as Tim makes his way, to the little grouping, he lines up somewhat unseen, close to them, and begins to listen in, to what, Junior, has to say. Junior seems, to be speaking on nothing much at the moment, or nothing really, he can identify with, and as he does this, Tim begins looking around, at the little grouping, of folks really, who know each other, somewhat well, but actually, know nothing, about each other really.
Its a Thursday, two days after having visited, or met really, with Ted, when Tim actually begins, to think, and realize even, what Ted had said to them, that none other, than Angelina Jolie, was thinking, of buying a plot, in the Parish. Surprising, not, after all, it was the very same Jolie, he had actually, seen or met even, at Cathys home, four days before. Tim is seated actually, in a Restaurant Eatery, awaiting his meal, a double beef Hamburger, that apparently, is the special of the day. Unknown to Tim too, the Eatery, is actually somewhat, owned, by Ted, with many of the more popularly known, or recognized really, constituents, of the Parish, not knowing this either. The Burger handed out, or served really, with Tim failing to notice, the rather longful look, in the waitresses eyes, which he readily though, does accept. Tim thinks, of the work he has to do, in his self-employed enterprise, that goes by the name, of 'IdeaCube'. 'IdeaCube', is a simple concept really, simply think up, great ideas, for others really, whether they be cultural, or even entrepreneurial, and attempt in all, not to sell them really, but actually, market them [with him hopefully, playing an advisor, in the idea thought up]. It did cross Tims mind, that his ideas, might be stolen for profit, but he does have, an uncanny way, of singling out, honest, potential clients. 'IdeaCube', has made him somewhat, lots of money, but not, but he does get frustrated, with those he works with, not understanding, or imagining really, what he does have to say, wishing in all instead, to think things out really.
On his drive, back to his place, Tim but can't help but notice, outsiders to the Parish, somewhat using it, as a adjunct really, to make their way, to further destinations. He likes the Parish clean, and this involves, not having, "scum", perhaps, in the locale, as with they perhaps, lacking the integrity, to do things, in a rather decent manner. Two days ago, Ted had spoken, of his trip to London, and from what the others around him, had been able to garner, Ted apparently, somewhat partied, with who's who, of the London party circuit. Names were actually really, spewed out, and not even told out, as those he recognized, Lady Gaga, Keira Knightley, Christian Bale, and even, Madonna, were some of the handful, that Ted supposedly, got to meet, on his, as he oftenly put it, last trip, to London. Tim does not think too much, of all this, thinking that, if they all got, to hang out apparently, with Junior, then they somewhat, were not whom, they really were. Tim arrogantly, at the back of his mind perhaps, has flashes, of Ted in London, and him too there, but interacting actually perhaps, with the Queen of England, or even, Prince William, at one, of the Royal Families, Country Homes. Unknown to Tim though, all the revelers Ted met, were actually enamoured by him, as Tim unknowingly, does not actually truly well know, Ted, as Ted tends to act, rather reserved, when Tim is around. So enamoured were they apparently, they actually invited Ted back again, to hang out, at many, of Londons exclusive spots, where unknowingly to Tim too again, Ted would probably, get the chance, to meet, Prince William, or even, Prince Harry (Tims, favourite Prince).
That Friday, Tim finds himself, preparing in all, or freshening up really, to attend, a Soiree really, that Ted, is holding, at his place. Ted though, tends to hold, the most wildest, of parties perhaps, with sexual incidents, having been reported, in the past, but Tim, having actually, witnessed none. Out of his place, in his trademark jacket, Tim jumps into his Mini Cooper, and with time, makes his way to Teds, where surprisingly enough, he does find a, Security Guard, manning the gate, who on seeing Tim, actually makes his way, to speak with him, other than, letting him in immediately. Tim is in though, with no hassle really, but apparently too, not feeling too happy either, as mixed thoughts, of the Security Guard, and the rather sportive and new, BMW's, Land Rovers, and even too really, a sporty Toyota sportscar, he sees in Teds entrance, has the bile in him perhaps, flowing rather strongly, at the perceived slight, received, or even possibly, unconsciously perhaps, instigated. Tim is at the door, knocking casually, to be let in, and even too, as if expected really, as Ted, had actually taken the time this time around, to actually physically, invite him, to the party. The door opens, and a blonde, in her twenties, somewhat casually too, as with longing to get back to something, invites him in. Tim is somewhat, taken aback, as while he does know, Ted to be rather popular, he does not think, he is actually, popularly trendy [but more really, elitist perhaps]. Tim makes his way, to find Ted really, awaiting him near the door, where there are, many guests already, hanging around, talking, laughing even (intimidating to Tim perhaps), and even, scurrying around [as to Tim, an insult does much better, at a party, than the usual, "lets see who can make them, laugh loudest" scenery]. The Soiree, which by now actually, is more or less, a Jamboree, has everyone gathered around somewhat, talking on various events, happening just about everywhere, but in the Parish really. Tim does not actually join in, but is directed somewhat, by Ted, to a spot really, where he can garner himself, a drink of sorts. As Ted is doing this, he is almost surprised, and even acts somewhat aghast, as some members (and not even constituents really), of the Parish, beckon to him, in vernacular, to meet him actually, in his back lawn, where they are hanging out really. Ted runs out practically really, to the crowd, hanging out on his back lawn, to ask them (as if), to quiet down the camaraderie, that appears, to becoming in all, a raucous.
The party, or soiree really, was on, through the night, with guests showing up, and leaving for other such parties, and with most people in the party, having come, to know each other well. Ted, or Junior even, as the partygoers, referred to him (with the exception, of Tim), was running all around perhaps, as if jogging even, and somewhat acting the fool, as he in all, somewhat humourously insulted, everyone in and about, of his eyeview. Tim was actually, rather surprised, and even possibly disappointed, when he awaited perhaps, the party to bowl over, when the two sets of guests at hand, on the scene he envisioned really, attempted, to mingle with each other. This time perhaps he believed, Junior, had no idea, what he had done, inviting two separate groups, of folks who knew nothing much, about each other, to mingle with each other. When Jessica, the blonde girl, decided, to speak and interact, with Sam (one of the members, of the Parish), Tim was actually rather, astonished really, at what was possibly happening. He did not say anything much, or think it even, perhaps in all really, believing his many philosophies, on social contact, unwarranted. That same Jessica though, would speak to him curtly, when she asked him, to move aside as he was, standing by the drinks section, with a somewhat sharp even, look, and a recognizable, "excuse me!!". Tim looked at Sam after this, thinking him a fool somewhat, as with perhaps, being pretentious in his friendships, and one too (Tim that is), not to think too highly, perhaps, of the opposite sex [thinking them at first, cutely creatures, who held the promise, of life's happiness, then later on, nasty creatures, who hated him, at all cost, and to now, ambitious people, who had no respect though, for manners & etiquette], would have been surprised (Tim again that is), at knowing, that Jessica would eventually really, invite Sam, to visit her, in London, and even take, a short surprise trip, to Paris.
Tim did not speak, to any of the women, at the party that night, but instead, spent his time, talking to someone, he partly know (from an outside Parish), whom on the otherhand, had come really, to party strongly. Tim does not really know, any members, of the opposite sex, and most of his genuine friends, actually live, in other Parishes, outside his. Tim, not one to take kindly, to women, would be surprised in all, to know and learn, that many women, in the Parish, and outside it, actually do know, of him, as at the very least, due perhaps, to the fact, that Ted, tends to poke fun of him, behind his back, to the many women (or lady friends), he has actually, befriended [even daring one, Anna, to set up, a video camera recorder, at Tims place, to secretly view, what Ted, actually spoke about]. Later on, few laughs in between, but having appreciated the environment, Tim begins, to make his way out, hoping not to be seen, but is actually spotted by Ted, leaving, as Ted is actually, some distance from the entry, and appearing to seemingly hang out, says hello somewhat, to Tim, as he leaves, by asking him, whether he actually, is leaving. Tim recognizes the voice, thanks Ted somewhat abruptly, for inviting him, and some minutes later, Ted, does watch Tim, drive out, of his home (and entrance too).
'sounds' of Koranic Media:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOurKhAIpOA
Koranic Media and its associated 'materiality':
[with History (any), being a major part, of Local Media content]
[the Mansion]
[or the 'movie' Saga]
[the Sahih Al-Bukhari]
[as compared to, the High Seas]
