Me, Mine, I- how many times we keep reading and we keep telling ourselves that these- Me, Mine, I denote EGO अहंकार and this is one of the vices we should do away with. Religion has now turned into a big commercial activity (when it wasnt?) and with multiple channels dishing out Spirituality like 2 minute noodles.... we are now more aware of these attributes which bog us down and are impediment to the liberation of the soul blah blah..... So we dorn the sham of hypocracy...... and feign to be modest.
The two minute spiruality Maggi style sometime works and whets up an awful large apetite which requires some substantial meal and then you start looking for may be some nutritious dish which your mom used to make but then stil you want to look for a ready to heat meal which still doesnt ask you to sweat in the kitchen.
Some such moment and I realised that I have signed up for a 10 day Vipassana Course. Vipassana means looking inside in the ancient Pali language. This package was however more fussy then the MTR meal on the Hypermart shelf. To my horror I realised that this 10 day residential course involved cutting-off from the rest of the world by confining to the designated premises with no mobiles, no laptops, no emails, no facebook and no talking..... yes absolutely no talking- gesturing and eye contact included for WHOLE 10 days. Good Lord! I am a very humble being but how will my company survive for whole 10 days (6 working days infact!) and what about my family. They all need me (not the other way round!) Never has it happened in past. Ok it has happened in past but limited to 10-20 minutes when the blackberry or roaming acts funny. But here I was faced with10 full days........
Given a choice would have easily backed-off but as usual office guys ditched and wife- dependable types were stopped being made long back- I guess! Atleast office could have said that they need me on those very 10 days (7 in fact) or wifey could have become an ideal indian wife and pleaded how would she take care of MY family .... the child, the dog, the....ah well, the list finishes. But happily the guys and the woman said - enjoy! As if I was going on a Bangkok trip.
But then its my repsonsbility so left clear set of instructions everywhere that I wont be accessible but yes if emergency is there I can be brought out of the hibernation. Like all the time people took it casually...... I am the only responsible guy around.
Guess half of the Ego got deflated here itself.... Anyways, could not back-out now..... it wouldnt have looked a responsible action from such a responsible guy.
Entered the well of isolation ( please draw any comparison to the Parsi way of disposing-off their dead). Not sure whether the avarices were pecked away or not but then yesterday came back to the world. The rebirth happened by getting the Blackberry back in hand..... and that was really Nirvana.... when with the trembling fingers fed in the PIN and the screen became alive. Heart throbbing with anticipation and newly cleaned-up mind expected few hundred official emails waiting for my attention, dozens of facebook comments from friends checking where am I lost and those numerous lovey dovey sms notes from the wife how she misses me..... But alas! not a single mail required my attention...... not a single friend noticed I was absent for 10 whole days and the better-half decided to use mobile credits to talk to people who were talkable instead of wasting on sms to a non-reachable phone...... Surely something was amiss- maybe the shock was too much for my people to make them go in a denial state and not accepting that I am not around. Hope is a sign of positive mind, isnt it!
So trepidly, reached home anticpating that all dams will burst when she seems me physically in front of her. And office guys would be waiting anxiously with files in hand at 8 AM sharp. But sigh..... the whole world teamed-up to deflate whatever-remaining-ego I was left with. Door opened and with a cursory peck here and there wife related how well they managed the 10 days and even the driver-services of the unpaid driver were not missed and all the outgoings from the Pick-Brian Quiz to Paduka Pujans were all attended. Office was equally disappointing- no crisis- Boss as well as juniors managed all important jobs and kept the mundane routine ones for me.....
So here I sit an Egoless being who used to think that 11 days before that the world revolves around me! Well thats was the intent.... wasnt it! But hey... the ego was to be removed by MY conscious efforts, MY rigorous mental training but here I dint even get the opportunity to do that- everyone else teamed up to do that for me.
Sigh..... atleast this Blog will be read by many and wonderful comments will be posted; so atleast I get back some of my lost-nay, robbed Ego which then I will reove by MY genuine efforts.......
Amen!
P.S.- This is in lighter vein and the Vipassana experience on serious note will be posted soon. Keep watching....
Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, December 18, 2009
Faith & Patience श्रद्धा और सबूरी
Morning drive generally happens when I take Ginger- my dog for ride and walk. Thats the time when BBC AM airs Hindi, Urdu and then the English reports and news on 1413 Hz. Mostly it is about war, terrorism and all-is-wrong-in the-world-news and in my half-asleep state it does not take great effort to block out these negative news and instead my full open eyes and half sleeping mind are savouring the early morning sights of my beautiful Wadi Kabir Street lined with Neem Trees and Petunias in all possible colors. In the back seat my dog enjoys the short drive with his head resting on the window sil, his long cocker spaniel ears flowing in the draft like a hollywood model.
But today I was jolted by an unusual news for which I stopped my car on the kerb and focussed all my attention on the BBC correspondent till he moved on to the Copenhagen Summit.
A guy was acquitted by a US court after 35 years on the basis of DNA evidence which proved he was innocent. Great Guns! 35 years in prison for a crime he didn't do..... 35 long years! 35 years is one working life of an average man. And what amazed me was the reaction of the guy when the judge delivered the freedom verdict. Reporter said.... James Bain just smiled. Later on he comes on air and I hear him say that he does not harbour any anger and all this was possible due to the faith he had in God and these 35 long years he bore one day at a time. Amazing! Full story can be read at yahoo news or at BBC websites and I am sure in a day or two it will appear in press as well.
Not that I read about spirituality in the forwards but yet am unable to fathom the depth of his faith. We all have times when we think that fate has dealt us a bad hand of cards and sometimes the issues are relatively smaller. Bodily attributes we are born with, Job we are stuck with, Spouse who gets on the nerves or the shortage of money..... these and many trivial issues make many of us think "Why me?" More serious issues on health are more depressing.
The Indian philosophy of Karma is not easily palatable if its you yourself on the receiving side. Karma Siddhant says that whatever state you are in are the results of your Karma of present and the past. Past can also mean the previous births as well.
Whilst it is much easier to accept the consequence of the immediate action it is difficult to accept the consequence of an action which you are unaware you did it in the first place. I guess thats where the Faith helps. And immense faith helps immensly! Otherwise how do you come out of a 35 year stint in the prison without any pent-up anger or for that matter how do you survive the 35 years and do not get consumed atom by atom, cell by cell in the hatred and anger towards the system which has given the unjust deal.
Shirdi's Sai Baba gave two magic words- Shraddha & Saburi. Faith and Patience. Faith in God means that whatever condition we are in He is taking care of us. During the weaker moments the doubt does creep in and we feel that He has forgotten us. But the Faith is knowing that even in those moments also He is with us. And Saburi or Patience is coming to terms that what we have to bear has to be borne patiently and He will take us through the situation. We are aware of the oft repeated phrase Inshallah..... By the will of Allah! Islam and Christian philosophies say that whatever happens is as per the wish of God. The Karmic philosophy of Hinduism says that the Man has free will to chose between the good and the evil and accordingly face the consequences (Karma Phal). The implementation of these Consequences are then as per the will of the God. Will of God being the common thread!
Implementation of the consequences by the will of God makes the same act giving two different consequences to two different people. And how does it happen? Bhakti or devotion makes it possible. We know that the dacoit Ratnakar killed so many people yet once gets a realisation of the crime he has committed turns towards God and repents and turns out to be one of the freatest Saints and pens down the Ramayana. Asoka gets horrified by the war crimes he has unleashed and goes on to become the greatest peace carrying ruler after getting into Budha's fold.
As a parent its much easier to understand the compassion of God and the resulting dilution in the consequences of Karma. When our child comes to us with an innocent mistake she has done we forgive the child easily and maybe give some extra hugs and kisses. But as the child grows if she habitually does a mistake, we bring in the punishment. God as the supreme Father or Mother (depending upon anywhich ways you look at Him) is much more compassionate and forgiving than a parent! Repentance and not repeating the same mistake being the key words.
Hari Om! God bless James Baines to catch up with all that he missed in the last 35 years and make up the most in his life out of US prison.
Hari Om!
But today I was jolted by an unusual news for which I stopped my car on the kerb and focussed all my attention on the BBC correspondent till he moved on to the Copenhagen Summit.
A guy was acquitted by a US court after 35 years on the basis of DNA evidence which proved he was innocent. Great Guns! 35 years in prison for a crime he didn't do..... 35 long years! 35 years is one working life of an average man. And what amazed me was the reaction of the guy when the judge delivered the freedom verdict. Reporter said.... James Bain just smiled. Later on he comes on air and I hear him say that he does not harbour any anger and all this was possible due to the faith he had in God and these 35 long years he bore one day at a time. Amazing! Full story can be read at yahoo news or at BBC websites and I am sure in a day or two it will appear in press as well.
Not that I read about spirituality in the forwards but yet am unable to fathom the depth of his faith. We all have times when we think that fate has dealt us a bad hand of cards and sometimes the issues are relatively smaller. Bodily attributes we are born with, Job we are stuck with, Spouse who gets on the nerves or the shortage of money..... these and many trivial issues make many of us think "Why me?" More serious issues on health are more depressing.
The Indian philosophy of Karma is not easily palatable if its you yourself on the receiving side. Karma Siddhant says that whatever state you are in are the results of your Karma of present and the past. Past can also mean the previous births as well.
Whilst it is much easier to accept the consequence of the immediate action it is difficult to accept the consequence of an action which you are unaware you did it in the first place. I guess thats where the Faith helps. And immense faith helps immensly! Otherwise how do you come out of a 35 year stint in the prison without any pent-up anger or for that matter how do you survive the 35 years and do not get consumed atom by atom, cell by cell in the hatred and anger towards the system which has given the unjust deal.
Shirdi's Sai Baba gave two magic words- Shraddha & Saburi. Faith and Patience. Faith in God means that whatever condition we are in He is taking care of us. During the weaker moments the doubt does creep in and we feel that He has forgotten us. But the Faith is knowing that even in those moments also He is with us. And Saburi or Patience is coming to terms that what we have to bear has to be borne patiently and He will take us through the situation. We are aware of the oft repeated phrase Inshallah..... By the will of Allah! Islam and Christian philosophies say that whatever happens is as per the wish of God. The Karmic philosophy of Hinduism says that the Man has free will to chose between the good and the evil and accordingly face the consequences (Karma Phal). The implementation of these Consequences are then as per the will of the God. Will of God being the common thread!
Implementation of the consequences by the will of God makes the same act giving two different consequences to two different people. And how does it happen? Bhakti or devotion makes it possible. We know that the dacoit Ratnakar killed so many people yet once gets a realisation of the crime he has committed turns towards God and repents and turns out to be one of the freatest Saints and pens down the Ramayana. Asoka gets horrified by the war crimes he has unleashed and goes on to become the greatest peace carrying ruler after getting into Budha's fold.
As a parent its much easier to understand the compassion of God and the resulting dilution in the consequences of Karma. When our child comes to us with an innocent mistake she has done we forgive the child easily and maybe give some extra hugs and kisses. But as the child grows if she habitually does a mistake, we bring in the punishment. God as the supreme Father or Mother (depending upon anywhich ways you look at Him) is much more compassionate and forgiving than a parent! Repentance and not repeating the same mistake being the key words.
Hari Om! God bless James Baines to catch up with all that he missed in the last 35 years and make up the most in his life out of US prison.
Hari Om!
Monday, November 09, 2009
Lost & Found
Today received a mail from the Blogger site telling me that an anonymous comment awaits my approval. I was amused thinking that since long have not been blogging and certainly no blog on Blogger.com. But when I clicked on the link was really surprised to see my long forgotten Blog dating back to 2006 AD. Either I am getting old or have been meandering too much on the net but either way I really had forgotten about this Blog. It was like stumbling an old comfy T shirt in an inaccessible nook whilst cleaning the closet.....
Web is really entagling and one link leads to another and before by the time you shut down you laptop you have forgotten half the sites visited.......
This also reminds me of the old letters and cards which sometimes pop-up and leave you either bleary eyed or laughing loudly lol! My mom's letters used to be riot. Mostly on an inland letter stationery of Indian Postal Dept, she used to utilise all the flaps and blank spaces. Sometimes even the space between the lines was written on either in different ink or upside down. And it contained everything- instructions and advices " Control your expenses" " Dont let people fool you", family updates " Your Dad's BP is high" " Maid did not come for one week", social updates about who is getting married to whom, who has got a baby and who has not. One had to do all acrobatics with neck, eyes and mind to get a grasp of the letter. And somewhere in the last used to appear a line or two in my Dad's beautiful print handwriting informing that Rs 700 has been mail transferred to your account. Well this used to be the most readable line and sometimes the only line which was searched for and read and once that done the letter tossed. On the phone I used to chide her saying why you write so much and I just read the lines at the start and at the end. In reply I used to get threat that no letters from her anymore but then I knew these were empty threats. But surely the time catches on and if not then, later on the letters stopped and sometimes now one feels to relive those moments again. May be like the link which comes in a forward which replays the old animated song of Ek titali anek titaliyan......
Then there used to be letters from freshly-separated-after-college friends telling about the new job, new environment, new love affairs. Once in a while pouring from the heart of a friend who coud not get his love. Snail mail ensured that these were written at night with emotions flowing like monsoon rivers. Unlike emails which most of the times people will write with 100 other things happening on their laptops and around them either at office or at some public place. When such letter resurfaces now, I wonder is this the same guy who is now happily married to a different girl and does not even bother to send an email or a text on my birthday. Indeed amusing!
And last but not the least the Love Letters...... my wife still has preserved all postings to her right from the small notes and cards to the long letters written in those nights of emotional and physical weakness. LoL! It is well documented fact that females preserve such documents very efficiently and no wonder the same get used against the men later on..... Sigh........ But I wonder if I would have fallen in love now...... all those fancy e cards, smart pitcorial scraps of Orkut or the Facebook love games would have had the same effect of the handwriting on the floral stationary embelished with the cute stickers and sketches.......
Looks like I meandered too much into the closet.......
Web is really entagling and one link leads to another and before by the time you shut down you laptop you have forgotten half the sites visited.......
This also reminds me of the old letters and cards which sometimes pop-up and leave you either bleary eyed or laughing loudly lol! My mom's letters used to be riot. Mostly on an inland letter stationery of Indian Postal Dept, she used to utilise all the flaps and blank spaces. Sometimes even the space between the lines was written on either in different ink or upside down. And it contained everything- instructions and advices " Control your expenses" " Dont let people fool you", family updates " Your Dad's BP is high" " Maid did not come for one week", social updates about who is getting married to whom, who has got a baby and who has not. One had to do all acrobatics with neck, eyes and mind to get a grasp of the letter. And somewhere in the last used to appear a line or two in my Dad's beautiful print handwriting informing that Rs 700 has been mail transferred to your account. Well this used to be the most readable line and sometimes the only line which was searched for and read and once that done the letter tossed. On the phone I used to chide her saying why you write so much and I just read the lines at the start and at the end. In reply I used to get threat that no letters from her anymore but then I knew these were empty threats. But surely the time catches on and if not then, later on the letters stopped and sometimes now one feels to relive those moments again. May be like the link which comes in a forward which replays the old animated song of Ek titali anek titaliyan......
Then there used to be letters from freshly-separated-after-college friends telling about the new job, new environment, new love affairs. Once in a while pouring from the heart of a friend who coud not get his love. Snail mail ensured that these were written at night with emotions flowing like monsoon rivers. Unlike emails which most of the times people will write with 100 other things happening on their laptops and around them either at office or at some public place. When such letter resurfaces now, I wonder is this the same guy who is now happily married to a different girl and does not even bother to send an email or a text on my birthday. Indeed amusing!
And last but not the least the Love Letters...... my wife still has preserved all postings to her right from the small notes and cards to the long letters written in those nights of emotional and physical weakness. LoL! It is well documented fact that females preserve such documents very efficiently and no wonder the same get used against the men later on..... Sigh........ But I wonder if I would have fallen in love now...... all those fancy e cards, smart pitcorial scraps of Orkut or the Facebook love games would have had the same effect of the handwriting on the floral stationary embelished with the cute stickers and sketches.......
Looks like I meandered too much into the closet.......
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Megalomania and Dubai
Hmmm..... putting up a new post after long time. Guess it was a case of Blogger's Block..... if there is one!
Thanks to my short trip to Dubai... the block has been removed from my keboard and I am back happily trying to sheikh-out the Dubai effect.
Dubai always has had close connections with India due to various reasons - proximity, liberal regulations and laws in middle east, work & investment opportunities etc. One of the effects also has been that it is one of the first overseas option for Indian criminals to take refuge. Anyways this in itself can be a big topic for discussion, may be sometime later.
Dubai infact has become a generic word in India to represent
middle east & gulf countries. Tell a common man about Qatar, Bahrain or Oman and they may draw a blank but moment you say Dubai the face of the lowest of lowlies in India will light up with a golden glow.
Well the golden glow is not uncalled for. Dubai is all about money.... period...... stop. Guess I really understood the word Megalomaniac by looking at Dubai. The city is dotted with skyskrapers and high rises. But then there are many more cities in the world with much more high rises. What makes Dubai exceptional is..... within a short span this sleepy fishing village has changed itself totally and thats where my use of Megalomania comes in. Dubai is situated in vast expanse of dessert and there is no dearth of land but still their passion for tall buildings is just to show that they can be no less than the developed world when it comes to opulence. And it is not only the height but also the enormity in what ever they construct. So you also have many of the largest malls, tallest hotel, tallest building project etc etc. You can enjoy snow skiing as if you are in alps right in the middle of dessert. You can shop for the best known global brands. In a rare possiblity of still having money whilst going back from Dubai you can spend it over in one of the largest duty free arcade at the airport.
Dubai does want to empty your pockets and it does the task impressively and successfully. The
real estate development is booming exponentially. The skyscrapers are going higher and higher and work on three fourths of a kilometer tall building has already started which as of now is stated to be the tallest building in the world, when completed. A project is launches which will have most of the wonders in the world in actual or bigger size housing hotels, malls and commercial centres. So you can stay in an Eiffel Tower, or shop in a Taj Mahal or attend a meeting in Roman Colosseum. On the right you can see the picture of proposed 705 m tall Burz Dubai. This will have 160 floors.
And believe it or not reclamation is common here to have water fronted properties. The much talked about Al-Burz Hotel is on a reclaimed island. Whilst in Mumbai reclaimation is the only option available in Dubai its resorted to make the property more opulent and desirable. The picture onthe left is of Burz Al Arab Hotel a 60 story building 321 m in height with the heighest atrium in the world.
Talking of Mumbai..... Dubai not only rhymes with Mumbai but also shares most of the traits. The moment I got of Dubai airport(at 3 AM) the city reminded me of Mumbai. Rising skyline, glitzy neon hoardings, amount of traffic, dug up and being constructed roads and the happening night life. Mumbai and Dubai both have been fishing villages and have surged ahead as commercial capitals. And yes the hazy atmosphere, which surely is missed at Oman.
Still somewhere it still retains it fishing village charm, visible near the Dubai creek. This creek divides Dubai and its quite common for people to use Abra (wooden ferries- motorised) to cross the creek from Bur Dubai to Deira. I enjoyed couple of rides ( 50 phils each). The traditional markets of Gold Souq, Spice Souq, Karama have an old flavour. But most of the people and vistors throng to enormous malls. I was really mesmerised by the size of parking lots and certainly needed GPS to keep my bearings.
Thanks to my short trip to Dubai... the block has been removed from my keboard and I am back happily trying to sheikh-out the Dubai effect.
Dubai always has had close connections with India due to various reasons - proximity, liberal regulations and laws in middle east, work & investment opportunities etc. One of the effects also has been that it is one of the first overseas option for Indian criminals to take refuge. Anyways this in itself can be a big topic for discussion, may be sometime later.
Dubai infact has become a generic word in India to represent
middle east & gulf countries. Tell a common man about Qatar, Bahrain or Oman and they may draw a blank but moment you say Dubai the face of the lowest of lowlies in India will light up with a golden glow.Well the golden glow is not uncalled for. Dubai is all about money.... period...... stop. Guess I really understood the word Megalomaniac by looking at Dubai. The city is dotted with skyskrapers and high rises. But then there are many more cities in the world with much more high rises. What makes Dubai exceptional is..... within a short span this sleepy fishing village has changed itself totally and thats where my use of Megalomania comes in. Dubai is situated in vast expanse of dessert and there is no dearth of land but still their passion for tall buildings is just to show that they can be no less than the developed world when it comes to opulence. And it is not only the height but also the enormity in what ever they construct. So you also have many of the largest malls, tallest hotel, tallest building project etc etc. You can enjoy snow skiing as if you are in alps right in the middle of dessert. You can shop for the best known global brands. In a rare possiblity of still having money whilst going back from Dubai you can spend it over in one of the largest duty free arcade at the airport.
Dubai does want to empty your pockets and it does the task impressively and successfully. The
real estate development is booming exponentially. The skyscrapers are going higher and higher and work on three fourths of a kilometer tall building has already started which as of now is stated to be the tallest building in the world, when completed. A project is launches which will have most of the wonders in the world in actual or bigger size housing hotels, malls and commercial centres. So you can stay in an Eiffel Tower, or shop in a Taj Mahal or attend a meeting in Roman Colosseum. On the right you can see the picture of proposed 705 m tall Burz Dubai. This will have 160 floors.
And believe it or not reclamation is common here to have water fronted properties. The much talked about Al-Burz Hotel is on a reclaimed island. Whilst in Mumbai reclaimation is the only option available in Dubai its resorted to make the property more opulent and desirable. The picture onthe left is of Burz Al Arab Hotel a 60 story building 321 m in height with the heighest atrium in the world.Talking of Mumbai..... Dubai not only rhymes with Mumbai but also shares most of the traits. The moment I got of Dubai airport(at 3 AM) the city reminded me of Mumbai. Rising skyline, glitzy neon hoardings, amount of traffic, dug up and being constructed roads and the happening night life. Mumbai and Dubai both have been fishing villages and have surged ahead as commercial capitals. And yes the hazy atmosphere, which surely is missed at Oman.
Still somewhere it still retains it fishing village charm, visible near the Dubai creek. This creek divides Dubai and its quite common for people to use Abra (wooden ferries- motorised) to cross the creek from Bur Dubai to Deira. I enjoyed couple of rides ( 50 phils each). The traditional markets of Gold Souq, Spice Souq, Karama have an old flavour. But most of the people and vistors throng to enormous malls. I was really mesmerised by the size of parking lots and certainly needed GPS to keep my bearings.
Me on the Dubai creek with Deira buildings and a woodden dhow in back ground.
Talking of high rises- safety and insurance are also of concern. Anyone on for discussion.
Currently the tallest building is the one at Taipei. This and everything (almost) about highr rise you can see at http://www.emporis.com Interesting site.
Well for a villager like me.... Muscat is better so like Pune. Did you hear about a simpleton who went to Mumbai for the first time and was looking all the way up to a high rise building, when a Bambaiya Thug came and asked " Whatchya doin?" The villager replied, " Counting the storeys- u disturbed me at 20" And then the thug extracted Rs. 100 saying that for each storey counted one has to pay Rs. 5 as per Bombay Municipal Corporation bye-law. Well the simpleton paid.
You guessed it right that villager was me!
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Gosh! I have been away from India so long and so far- this I realised yesterday, when suddenly this hit song fell on my ears. It took one full minute to realise that it is the hit we had danced so many times on. Suddenly I felt very good and for the first time Ash generated so much warmth (not heat..... mind you!) in me. I think I am gonna buy a good music system soon and then will listen to bollywood music at full blast. Hope my bihari neighbour doesnt complain. He should rather not as I am subject to his wife's rantings from the kitchen. Am yet to meet these guys but can tell you most of the details of their family in chaste Bihari. What do you call the audio version of Peeping Tom. Hey! I cant help it and this is just during my half an hour per week spent in Kitchen doing the laundry. I am seriously thinking of doing full fledged cooking!
Coming back to Aish or rather the lack of Aish here! I see some Chinky has posted some weird comments which I would have ignored but what aroused my interest was a mention about OGLING at women. Well.... a thing of beauty always will call for appreciation but appreciation is to ogling as gourmet is to a glutton. I have never seen a women who does not like to be seen and appreciated.... the admiring glances when change to lewd ogling then ofcourse the scene changes. However
there isnt a distinct divison when apreciating nazar changes to ogling and a gentleman has to master this art.The fairer sex's need for appreciation makes half the world's economy go around so guys keep looking...... I will leave it open ended.
Coming back to the alien atmosphere here, I find it rather amusing and strange as well that hardly you can see couples hand in hand or even with a endearimg closeness in public places like parks, shopping complexes etc. Even when I see the couples together they are as far as AIG's requirements for distance between two risk blocks!
Dont be surprised if you see me in Veshti with thick moustache next time. I am transforming into a south indian. With so much of south indian food I am eating and so many south indians ( read Malloos) around here, I might well be in Kerala. And many of these shopwalla Malloos will not know any Hindi. One day my brother who is here from many years was conversing with a Malloo in Arabic as my bro doesnt know Malyalam and the guy did not know Hindi and this was observed by an Omani who was amazed and dazed seeing two Indians conversing in a foreign language. Any further proof required for Indian's adaptability factor...........
Interested in statistics..... 60% of expatriate population consists of Indians here with Pakistanis a far second.
Thanks Shilpi for posting your comments. Rest of the guys are too busy it seems or busy doing TT (tote tadna.... in the Delhi lingo)
Today the new Hijra Year 1427 starts which means it has been 1426 years since Prophet Mohammed (Peace be upon him) moved from Mecca to Medina.
Gregorian New Year on 1st January came and went and this time I did not even make any efforts to come up with new year resolutions. What I had in mind was not to get tied down to conventional deciding patterns and keep thinking of ideas and implement them through out the year. So one is this one......
When I was a kid (and that was not eons ago, mind you!) I remember with vivid visualisation a song in a Hindi movie where the little girl misses her father and sings Saat Samundar Par se gudiyon ke bazaar se Papa jaldi aa jana..... And now I am here in beautiful Oman. Well its not seven seas away just across one sea- Arabian but nonetheless it is beyond shores.
This blog I am creating to put my thoughts, feelings and observations for my network of family and friends. This is all about my experiences in the Arabian land of Oman. All comments, views and counter views are welcome to make this blog vibrant and interesting.
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Monday, March 06, 2006
Laughter in Black
One afternoon a wealthy lawyer was riding in his limousine when he saw two men along the roadside eating grass. Disturbed, he ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate. He asked one man, "Why are you eating grass?" "We don't have any money for food," the poor man replied. "We have to eat grass." "Well, then, you can come with me to my house and I'll feed you," the lawyer said. "But sir, I have a wife and two children with me. They are over there, under that tree." "Bring them along", the lawyer replied. Turning to the other poor man he stated, "You come with us also." The second man then said in a pitiful voice, "But sir, I also have a wife and SIX children with me!" "Bring them all, as well," the lawyer answered. They all entered the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limousine.
Once underway, one of the poor fellows turned to the lawyer and said, "Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you." The lawyer replied, "Glad to do it. You'll really love my place; the grass is almost one metre high!"
Once underway, one of the poor fellows turned to the lawyer and said, "Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you." The lawyer replied, "Glad to do it. You'll really love my place; the grass is almost one metre high!"
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Dog's Life
George Bush is visiting India and so are his dogs. Hey, I aint referring to his delegation but the sniffer dogs. Just read this excerpt from a daily and then envy the dog's life:
New Delhi, March 1: Special suites have been booked in the Maurya Sheraton and Le Meridien hotels in New Delhi for US Secret Service dogs with military ranks that are accompanying US President George W. Bush on his visit to India.Sources have confirmed that these dogs, with ranks of sergeant-major, first lieutenant, second lieutenant, third lieutenant and fourth lieutenant, will have rooms on the same floor on which President Bush is likely to stay. Police officers said this is an important part of the security arrangements.
“We were told to be careful while addressing the animals and not call them dogs. These sniffer dogs are an integral part of the US President’s security team. We have been instructed to address them as per their ranks,” said a member of the Maurya Sheraton hotel staff.
Seventeen well-trained sniffer dogs are said to be accompanying President Bush. It could not be ascertained whether Indian policemen would be required to salute these sniffer dogs. It has been confirmed that 10 are staying at the Maurya Sheraton and seven at the Le Meridien. They have got separate hotel rooms and are being provided with all the facilities enjoyed by the 700-member US security contingent. Hotel employees were unwilling to indicate the dogs’ food preferences and whether their meals would be served on trays.
New Delhi, March 1: Special suites have been booked in the Maurya Sheraton and Le Meridien hotels in New Delhi for US Secret Service dogs with military ranks that are accompanying US President George W. Bush on his visit to India.Sources have confirmed that these dogs, with ranks of sergeant-major, first lieutenant, second lieutenant, third lieutenant and fourth lieutenant, will have rooms on the same floor on which President Bush is likely to stay. Police officers said this is an important part of the security arrangements.
“We were told to be careful while addressing the animals and not call them dogs. These sniffer dogs are an integral part of the US President’s security team. We have been instructed to address them as per their ranks,” said a member of the Maurya Sheraton hotel staff.
Seventeen well-trained sniffer dogs are said to be accompanying President Bush. It could not be ascertained whether Indian policemen would be required to salute these sniffer dogs. It has been confirmed that 10 are staying at the Maurya Sheraton and seven at the Le Meridien. They have got separate hotel rooms and are being provided with all the facilities enjoyed by the 700-member US security contingent. Hotel employees were unwilling to indicate the dogs’ food preferences and whether their meals would be served on trays.
Quotable Quote
I liked Swami Vivekananda's quote which recently was quoted by Chidambaram in his budget speech.
“We reap what we sow. We are the makers of our own fate. The wind is blowing; those vessels whose sails are unfurled catch it, and go forward on their way, but those which have their sails furled do not catch the wind. Is that the fault of the wind?....We make our own destiny.”
How very true! How very meaningful!
“We reap what we sow. We are the makers of our own fate. The wind is blowing; those vessels whose sails are unfurled catch it, and go forward on their way, but those which have their sails furled do not catch the wind. Is that the fault of the wind?....We make our own destiny.”How very true! How very meaningful!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Har Har Mahadev!
In India God is really omni-present in form of numerous roadside temples and small temple like creations and even vermillion coated stone symbols, many times in open. So one has ample opportunities to be religious and keep bowing and doing namaskars whenever one passes these numerous places of worship. The bow becomes more pronounced if its the exam, crucial meeting or an interview you are going to. I observed more of such faith in Bombay and it runs across the religion.... so many times you can find a Muslim revering Saibaba or a Hindu crossing his chest. Good that India is a secular and multi faith country.
Here, in the Arab land also, God is omni-present but then, we humans have your God and my God. So in that respect I do miss my God. Well, lemme correct myself... I am always with the God .... maybe what I miss is India.
More of this missing happens when its a festival and you guys back home keep messaging what all goodies you are eating or enjoying. Mahashivratri is one such day where I used to fast by eating more. On Sunday I was bit down thinking that this will be a real fasting day and without witnessing all that festive environment. All the ladies dressed up going to the temples with pooja parapharnelia, temples all lit up and blaring jumbled up aartis. But then the local God and my God surely must have had some communication and I was blessed with ample portions of dry fruit Kheers, sabu dana khichadis, fruits et al. And top it up a grand audience that Shivji gave me, albeit late at night.
Here, in the Arab land also, God is omni-present but then, we humans have your God and my God. So in that respect I do miss my God. Well, lemme correct myself... I am always with the God .... maybe what I miss is India.
More of this missing happens when its a festival and you guys back home keep messaging what all goodies you are eating or enjoying. Mahashivratri is one such day where I used to fast by eating more. On Sunday I was bit down thinking that this will be a real fasting day and without witnessing all that festive environment. All the ladies dressed up going to the temples with pooja parapharnelia, temples all lit up and blaring jumbled up aartis. But then the local God and my God surely must have had some communication and I was blessed with ample portions of dry fruit Kheers, sabu dana khichadis, fruits et al. And top it up a grand audience that Shivji gave me, albeit late at night.
Shiv Temple is the oldest of temple here and is located in the old town of Muscat near to the royal palace. I did not know where exactly the temple is and at 10 PM my enquiries with taxi wallahs ended up abruptly in Chennai like Hindi illeh session. Fortunately stumbled on three Indian who also were going there and I safely and economically landed up at the temple. Did I say I missed India...... I will retract the statement. It was just like India.... huge crowds from half a km distance and magnificiently lit up spires. Fortunately did not worry about leaving shoes outside. Inside was a south indian atmosphere as Tamil group was conducting the Rudra chanting till midnight. The temple is managed by Gujarati community and after having good and emotional meeting with my God had sumptuous filling of prasad of dry fruit barfi and thandai. They forgot to mix Shivji's favourite bhang in that.
Colourful silk, heads full of flowers, boisterous kids and gossip groups all was there and I felt I would cry of happiness. I think when you are out of India you take extra efforts to look like an Indian. And before dispersal around midnight they struck Om Jai Jagdish Hare it was the grand finale.
Fortunately bumped into a colleague and God's little mercy took care of my return voyage on DDU basis.
It was really a gratifying day and one of my most memorable Maha Shivratris. While walking back to the colleague's car, I was very satisfied to see all the prasad plates and disposable plastic glasses all littered around the temple area merrily flying and rolling in the cool breeze. So Indialike...... isnt it!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Laughter in Gulf
In a poor zoo in Delhi - India, a lion was very frustrated as it was offered not more than 1 kg of meat a day. The lion thought its prayers were answered when one of the managers at Dubai Zoo visited the zoo and requested the zoo management to send the lion to Dubai Zoo.
The lion was very happy and started thinking of a centrally A/C environment, a goat or two every day and a Dubai Residence Permit also. On the first day of its arrival at the zoo the lion was offered a big, very nicely sealed bag for breakfast.
The lion opened it quickly but was shocked to see that it contained peanuts. The lion thought that may be they cared too much for him as they were worried about his stomach as he had recently been shipped in from India.
The next day the same thing happened. On the third day again the same food bag of peanuts was delivered.
The lion was very furious; it stopped the delivery boy and blasted him. "Don't you know I am a lion... the king of the Jungle..., what's wrong with your management? What nonsense is this? Why are you delivering peanuts to me?"
The delivery boy politely said, "Sir, I know you are the king of the jungle but ...err... didn't you know that you have been brought here on a "monkey's visa."?
The lion was very happy and started thinking of a centrally A/C environment, a goat or two every day and a Dubai Residence Permit also. On the first day of its arrival at the zoo the lion was offered a big, very nicely sealed bag for breakfast.
The lion opened it quickly but was shocked to see that it contained peanuts. The lion thought that may be they cared too much for him as they were worried about his stomach as he had recently been shipped in from India.
The next day the same thing happened. On the third day again the same food bag of peanuts was delivered.
The lion was very furious; it stopped the delivery boy and blasted him. "Don't you know I am a lion... the king of the Jungle..., what's wrong with your management? What nonsense is this? Why are you delivering peanuts to me?"
The delivery boy politely said, "Sir, I know you are the king of the jungle but ...err... didn't you know that you have been brought here on a "monkey's visa."?
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Pyaar Bantate Chalo......
Hmmm..... love is in the air...... well sponsored by Hotels, Shopping Malls, Greeting Card Manufacturers et al... Anyway lemme not give geriatric overtones to my Valenti
ne's Day blog. In any case there are clearly two categories of people u can see on St. Valentine's.... the first who are all brimming with enthusiasm and sitting in the classrooms and office desks all rosey eyed thinking about the date fixed for the evening. These are already upto their gills smitten by love and Saint Valentine is one good pretext to overindulge. These are basically the target lot of the Candle Light Dinners and Balls, Cards & Gifts advertisements. The second lot is the "Grapes are Sour" lot..... having no date to look forward to these are the so called moral lot.... and u will hear - this is not our culture....... this is immoral...... etc. Whether in India or Oman this kind is omni present.
And yeah! how can I forget the third lot like U (umm... well may be!) and me. These are the people who just feel good seeing the awkward kisses and hugs around. Hey this is not being voyeuristic but just enjoying the smell of cake being freshly baked wafting from ahouse and feeling good all over. Something to do more in the mind rather than the stomach or the heart.
Well talking of smells... I never knew Petunias smell so sweet. All of the Muscat Roads are lined by Petunias of all percievable shades. In the trafiic poor petunias cant impress the olefactory nerves. But yesterday night went for a walk in Wadi Kabir public garden and the sweet smell was all over. Talk of the "smell the roses" kind of forward one keeps getting ( Satheesh u have stopped off late) and i never knew the literal experience was so good. Cant share with you the fragarance but surely the sight is here for your eyes.
Fragarance has a very important role in the everyday life of the locales here. Oud or the frankicense of Oman is world famous. This is basically a plant/insect originated aromatic resin(like lac back home) which when burnt on charcoal embers gives a sweet smoke. This smoke is wafted by the Arabs in their homes, shops. Men and women will also have their clothes wafted. Women also let the smoke go through their long hair and lo! through the day or night one keeps smelling sweet. Gram per gram some of the varieties of this Oud is costlier than the same weight of gold.
Everyone cant spend so much on Oud so the substitute are the perfumes. Never ever seen such
a myriad varieties and range of perfumes. So when I am sitting in my cabin I am subject to various perfumes as different people walk in. Now I can identify my office boys and some of the team members without lifting my head.
And yeah that reminds me of my Oriental days at Pune when the women around used to come to the office wearing Venis or gajras. Particularly in and after monsoons the fresh smell of mogra, jai and chameli used to have a pep up effect on me and my rate of giving dictations used to go up!
And talking of Oriental and coming back to Valentine's day, I am wondering whether Atul still sends roses ( I am dead sure he has them collected from a neighbourhood cemetery!) to all the gals at Oriental or does he distribute them at Bajaj itself.............
Before I leave or love a parting thought- India must be the largest follower of the Sant Vale
ntine Jayanti. Why! Where else the Children's Day comes exactly nine months after Valentine's Day. No wonder India is the most populous place. Did someone say make love not babies!
Okay before u push me out lemme kiss you good bye................................... and talking of kissing do u know the local way of greeting is by kissing the nose......
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ne's Day blog. In any case there are clearly two categories of people u can see on St. Valentine's.... the first who are all brimming with enthusiasm and sitting in the classrooms and office desks all rosey eyed thinking about the date fixed for the evening. These are already upto their gills smitten by love and Saint Valentine is one good pretext to overindulge. These are basically the target lot of the Candle Light Dinners and Balls, Cards & Gifts advertisements. The second lot is the "Grapes are Sour" lot..... having no date to look forward to these are the so called moral lot.... and u will hear - this is not our culture....... this is immoral...... etc. Whether in India or Oman this kind is omni present..jpg)
And yeah! how can I forget the third lot like U (umm... well may be!) and me. These are the people who just feel good seeing the awkward kisses and hugs around. Hey this is not being voyeuristic but just enjoying the smell of cake being freshly baked wafting from ahouse and feeling good all over. Something to do more in the mind rather than the stomach or the heart.
Well talking of smells... I never knew Petunias smell so sweet. All of the Muscat Roads are lined by Petunias of all percievable shades. In the trafiic poor petunias cant impress the olefactory nerves. But yesterday night went for a walk in Wadi Kabir public garden and the sweet smell was all over. Talk of the "smell the roses" kind of forward one keeps getting ( Satheesh u have stopped off late) and i never knew the literal experience was so good. Cant share with you the fragarance but surely the sight is here for your eyes.
Fragarance has a very important role in the everyday life of the locales here. Oud or the frankicense of Oman is world famous. This is basically a plant/insect originated aromatic resin(like lac back home) which when burnt on charcoal embers gives a sweet smoke. This smoke is wafted by the Arabs in their homes, shops. Men and women will also have their clothes wafted. Women also let the smoke go through their long hair and lo! through the day or night one keeps smelling sweet. Gram per gram some of the varieties of this Oud is costlier than the same weight of gold.
Everyone cant spend so much on Oud so the substitute are the perfumes. Never ever seen such
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a myriad varieties and range of perfumes. So when I am sitting in my cabin I am subject to various perfumes as different people walk in. Now I can identify my office boys and some of the team members without lifting my head.And yeah that reminds me of my Oriental days at Pune when the women around used to come to the office wearing Venis or gajras. Particularly in and after monsoons the fresh smell of mogra, jai and chameli used to have a pep up effect on me and my rate of giving dictations used to go up!
And talking of Oriental and coming back to Valentine's day, I am wondering whether Atul still sends roses ( I am dead sure he has them collected from a neighbourhood cemetery!) to all the gals at Oriental or does he distribute them at Bajaj itself.............
Before I leave or love a parting thought- India must be the largest follower of the Sant Vale
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ntine Jayanti. Why! Where else the Children's Day comes exactly nine months after Valentine's Day. No wonder India is the most populous place. Did someone say make love not babies!Okay before u push me out lemme kiss you good bye................................... and talking of kissing do u know the local way of greeting is by kissing the nose......
Monday, February 06, 2006
Paapi Pet ka Sawaal
Yesterday, I was copied in an inhouse mail urging us to give cash gift to the house keeping guy who is going back to get married at Chennai. His marriage depends on whether and when Management will give him leave. I have been observing since I entered CS International Airport at Mumbai that lot of guys come from India for menial job. Earlier I thought that may be they get good money but seeing all that data in WC and GPA policies I realise that the salaries for menial jobs is quite low. This house keeping guy gets around INR 4500 equivalent pm and may be he makes 2000 more by doing extra jobs on weekends. I am sure he can earn that much back home also. And what does he get coming here... he will go for his marriage.... come back in 15 days leaving the wife behind and then he gets to go back to her after 2 years. I dont know what kind of feeling this generates inside me- pity, frustration, anger or sorrow. To top it all these guys stay in labour camps all cramped up with very minimum amenities. And back home people think that this guy is working abroad.
And if you aint aware the passport is kept by the employer/sponsor and some of them take heavy loans to pay to the agencies recruiting people for middle east. No wonder every day I read so many ads giving absconding employee details and warning others not to employ them. Bandhua Majdoor ka modern version..... Pakis, Indians and Bangladeshis form a major cunk of this labour class. Over population is the only reason which forces this plight. Anjana and I did our bit by having one child.... Indians having more than one child should be incrementally taxed.
Now this is for you insurance guys and gals. Back home I never ever experienced a Fidelity Claim. (Non insurance guys dont race into Marital Infidelity) This place Fidelity claims are rampant. Expats simply vanish with money stocks and what not...... Last week saw an interesting such fidelity claim. 20,000 litres of gasoline was put as a fidelity claim. I was zapped. Actually it was the Pakistani driver who had to deliver a tanker load around or beyond Dubai border. For this reason he had to be handed his passport. This frustrated guy sold of the petrol on the way, abandoned the tanker and flew back home. I had to make good the loss but still have full sympathy for the guy. Most of the referrals which I am seeing have claims in Fidelity portfolio.....
Coming back to the housekeeping guy- everyone here is advising him not to come back. He also agrees but then his family wants him not to stay back..... beta foreign me hai is a status symbol for them.
I had read that late Dhirubhai Ambani used to work abroad at some Petrol Bunk as a vending guy. But how many progress and set up Reliance? Rest are doomed to be unsung labours behind all the glitter and shine of mega malls, Al Burz's et al.
P.S.: I ran away from India as I was subjected to the labour camp plight by my wife and wanted to teach lesson to the Finance Minister by reducing their income tax earnings. I am sure by now both must have realised. So if you get some tax relief this time you know whom to thank.
And if you aint aware the passport is kept by the employer/sponsor and some of them take heavy loans to pay to the agencies recruiting people for middle east. No wonder every day I read so many ads giving absconding employee details and warning others not to employ them. Bandhua Majdoor ka modern version..... Pakis, Indians and Bangladeshis form a major cunk of this labour class. Over population is the only reason which forces this plight. Anjana and I did our bit by having one child.... Indians having more than one child should be incrementally taxed.
Now this is for you insurance guys and gals. Back home I never ever experienced a Fidelity Claim. (Non insurance guys dont race into Marital Infidelity) This place Fidelity claims are rampant. Expats simply vanish with money stocks and what not...... Last week saw an interesting such fidelity claim. 20,000 litres of gasoline was put as a fidelity claim. I was zapped. Actually it was the Pakistani driver who had to deliver a tanker load around or beyond Dubai border. For this reason he had to be handed his passport. This frustrated guy sold of the petrol on the way, abandoned the tanker and flew back home. I had to make good the loss but still have full sympathy for the guy. Most of the referrals which I am seeing have claims in Fidelity portfolio.....
Coming back to the housekeeping guy- everyone here is advising him not to come back. He also agrees but then his family wants him not to stay back..... beta foreign me hai is a status symbol for them.
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I had read that late Dhirubhai Ambani used to work abroad at some Petrol Bunk as a vending guy. But how many progress and set up Reliance? Rest are doomed to be unsung labours behind all the glitter and shine of mega malls, Al Burz's et al.
P.S.: I ran away from India as I was subjected to the labour camp plight by my wife and wanted to teach lesson to the Finance Minister by reducing their income tax earnings. I am sure by now both must have realised. So if you get some tax relief this time you know whom to thank.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Taxying Around
Due to Sameer's berating mail about moderating comments I had to come on the site early morning. So today it is the breakfast blog.
Licensing procedure is quite stringent here,more so when one comes from the part of the world where left is right and right is the wrong side. In Oman you drive on right hand side.... Add to this the right to left orientation of Arabic and I feel that I have entered the mirror world.
Getting a d/l is as difficult as getting a degree. Who so ever said this might not know how easy it is to get degree back home! One has to hire a trainer (striped cars) and then take lessons and finally give drum and roll tests and the road tests. The package costs you anything between Rial Omani 300 to 500 ( multiply by 120 to get INR equivalent). More on this later.
So from the time I gave up my Waggy (just a day before I left India), I am living as a common man. That means lot of walking and travelling in public transport. The only public transport is taxis. Mostly
Corollas and Echos, you can take on shared basis or engage them. Taxi operations are reserved for Omanis and the day I am lucky I get a taxi wallah who can speak Hindi and plays Bollywood music on his deck. Otherwise I have to use all my dumb charade skills and land up at correct place. Although no one can beat Delhi taxi n auto wallahs but the common gene is there and so they will make a fast buck if a murga gets fasofied. Taxis are white with orange side panels and orange light on the top. By the way heavy commercial vehicles sport a flashing amber beacon here like the VIP cars back home. But then our VIPs are mostly white elephants so I think same principle applies.
But this is a good way to get street smart and collect lot of local info which one will never be able to pick from books and google searches.
Before I wind up, a taxi joke (thanks to Mandar)...... which does become reality here........ (accident rate is high here... more on that in future)
A minister dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a guy who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. Saint Peter addresses this guy, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?" The guy replies, "I'm Joe Cohen, taxi driver, of Noo Yawk City." St. Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the taxi driver, "Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven." The taxi driver goes into Heaven with his robe and staff, and it's the minister's turn. He stands erect and booms out, "I am Joseph Snow, pastor of Calvary for the last forty-three years." St Peter consults his list. He says to the minister, "Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven." "Just a minute," says the minister. "That man was a taxi driver, and he gets a silken robe and golden staff. How can this be?" "Up here, we work by results," says Saint Peter. "While you preached, people slept; while he drove, people prayed."
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Licensing procedure is quite stringent here,more so when one comes from the part of the world where left is right and right is the wrong side. In Oman you drive on right hand side.... Add to this the right to left orientation of Arabic and I feel that I have entered the mirror world.
Getting a d/l is as difficult as getting a degree. Who so ever said this might not know how easy it is to get degree back home! One has to hire a trainer (striped cars) and then take lessons and finally give drum and roll tests and the road tests. The package costs you anything between Rial Omani 300 to 500 ( multiply by 120 to get INR equivalent). More on this later.
So from the time I gave up my Waggy (just a day before I left India), I am living as a common man. That means lot of walking and travelling in public transport. The only public transport is taxis. Mostly
Corollas and Echos, you can take on shared basis or engage them. Taxi operations are reserved for Omanis and the day I am lucky I get a taxi wallah who can speak Hindi and plays Bollywood music on his deck. Otherwise I have to use all my dumb charade skills and land up at correct place. Although no one can beat Delhi taxi n auto wallahs but the common gene is there and so they will make a fast buck if a murga gets fasofied. Taxis are white with orange side panels and orange light on the top. By the way heavy commercial vehicles sport a flashing amber beacon here like the VIP cars back home. But then our VIPs are mostly white elephants so I think same principle applies.But this is a good way to get street smart and collect lot of local info which one will never be able to pick from books and google searches.
Before I wind up, a taxi joke (thanks to Mandar)...... which does become reality here........ (accident rate is high here... more on that in future)
A minister dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a guy who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. Saint Peter addresses this guy, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?" The guy replies, "I'm Joe Cohen, taxi driver, of Noo Yawk City." St. Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the taxi driver, "Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven." The taxi driver goes into Heaven with his robe and staff, and it's the minister's turn. He stands erect and booms out, "I am Joseph Snow, pastor of Calvary for the last forty-three years." St Peter consults his list. He says to the minister, "Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven." "Just a minute," says the minister. "That man was a taxi driver, and he gets a silken robe and golden staff. How can this be?" "Up here, we work by results," says Saint Peter. "While you preached, people slept; while he drove, people prayed."
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Saturday, February 04, 2006
Kajarare kajarare tere kare kare naina
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Gosh! I have been away from India so long and so far- this I realised yesterday, when suddenly this hit song fell on my ears. It took one full minute to realise that it is the hit we had danced so many times on. Suddenly I felt very good and for the first time Ash generated so much warmth (not heat..... mind you!) in me. I think I am gonna buy a good music system soon and then will listen to bollywood music at full blast. Hope my bihari neighbour doesnt complain. He should rather not as I am subject to his wife's rantings from the kitchen. Am yet to meet these guys but can tell you most of the details of their family in chaste Bihari. What do you call the audio version of Peeping Tom. Hey! I cant help it and this is just during my half an hour per week spent in Kitchen doing the laundry. I am seriously thinking of doing full fledged cooking!
Coming back to Aish or rather the lack of Aish here! I see some Chinky has posted some weird comments which I would have ignored but what aroused my interest was a mention about OGLING at women. Well.... a thing of beauty always will call for appreciation but appreciation is to ogling as gourmet is to a glutton. I have never seen a women who does not like to be seen and appreciated.... the admiring glances when change to lewd ogling then ofcourse the scene changes. However
there isnt a distinct divison when apreciating nazar changes to ogling and a gentleman has to master this art.The fairer sex's need for appreciation makes half the world's economy go around so guys keep looking...... I will leave it open ended.
Coming back to the alien atmosphere here, I find it rather amusing and strange as well that hardly you can see couples hand in hand or even with a endearimg closeness in public places like parks, shopping complexes etc. Even when I see the couples together they are as far as AIG's requirements for distance between two risk blocks!
Dont be surprised if you see me in Veshti with thick moustache next time. I am transforming into a south indian. With so much of south indian food I am eating and so many south indians ( read Malloos) around here, I might well be in Kerala. And many of these shopwalla Malloos will not know any Hindi. One day my brother who is here from many years was conversing with a Malloo in Arabic as my bro doesnt know Malyalam and the guy did not know Hindi and this was observed by an Omani who was amazed and dazed seeing two Indians conversing in a foreign language. Any further proof required for Indian's adaptability factor...........
Interested in statistics..... 60% of expatriate population consists of Indians here with Pakistanis a far second.
Thanks Shilpi for posting your comments. Rest of the guys are too busy it seems or busy doing TT (tote tadna.... in the Delhi lingo)
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Oh Man! I am at Oman
It is lunch time here and a good time to blog. Lunch time is pretty long over here 13.00hrs to 15:30 hrs. Most of the people go home to have lunch and a snooze if not a smooch! :) I am told that due to intensive heat during summers this kind of long break is required. Start early at around 07:30 or 08:00 hrs break for a lunch and siesta and then again work. Govt. and some pvt offices work in one single shift starting still early.
Today received long mail and long awaited too from Henkumar giving Indian Market news. Seems the things have accelerated after I left. Or is it that when you look at things from outside they appear faster.
One Dr.Gupte (happens to be my class mate's brother-in-law) called up to say hello. Have not met him yet but had a long chat and lo! he turned out from Bhandarkar Road, Pune. Instantly I was visualising myself in Deccan area. Getting homesick hah!
Tomorrow Shabana and Javed are coming from Bombay for presenting a show on Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Show is all booked and could not secure any ticket.
Yesterday had been to the Muscat Festival at Qurum. The mascot is an Omani girl which you can see in the pic. This month long festival is held by govt at two locations every year. This is basically to showcase Omani heritage. Apart from Oman, other Arabian countries also put up their heritage. Elaborate Omani village has been created with actual Souq (meaning Market in Arabi). Water moat pulled by men and bullocks, Omani halwais, wood, metal and terracotta craftsmen were all actually making things and selling.
There were lot of women making dosa like crepes with flour topping with egg s
pread. Dumplings like gulabjamun etc. Most popular is Omani halwa- which is like one phase earlier to Karachi/Bombay halwa whcih we get back home. Very tasty with lots of ghee and nuts and takes lot of time to make. The pic shows halwa being made in huge Copper Pot.
I liked the weavers stalls of Sudan and Jordan and the Siver Khanjar's of Yemen. Irani Carpets were fabulous.Pottery remainded of Blue Pottery from India and Metal work similiar to Bidri work. The traditional way of girls dressing with all glittering gold on the head and the wear I have seen in Kerala muslims also. Kerala has been long associated with this part much before the Gulf Migration got in vogue.
Today received long mail and long awaited too from Henkumar giving Indian Market news. Seems the things have accelerated after I left. Or is it that when you look at things from outside they appear faster.
One Dr.Gupte (happens to be my class mate's brother-in-law) called up to say hello. Have not met him yet but had a long chat and lo! he turned out from Bhandarkar Road, Pune. Instantly I was visualising myself in Deccan area. Getting homesick hah!
Tomorrow Shabana and Javed are coming from Bombay for presenting a show on Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Show is all booked and could not secure any ticket.
Yesterday had been to the Muscat Festival at Qurum. The mascot is an Omani girl which you can see in the pic. This month long festival is held by govt at two locations every year. This is basically to showcase Omani heritage. Apart from Oman, other Arabian countries also put up their heritage. Elaborate Omani village has been created with actual Souq (meaning Market in Arabi). Water moat pulled by men and bullocks, Omani halwais, wood, metal and terracotta craftsmen were all actually making things and selling.
There were lot of women making dosa like crepes with flour topping with egg s
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pread. Dumplings like gulabjamun etc. Most popular is Omani halwa- which is like one phase earlier to Karachi/Bombay halwa whcih we get back home. Very tasty with lots of ghee and nuts and takes lot of time to make. The pic shows halwa being made in huge Copper Pot.I liked the weavers stalls of Sudan and Jordan and the Siver Khanjar's of Yemen. Irani Carpets were fabulous.Pottery remainded of Blue Pottery from India and Metal work similiar to Bidri work. The traditional way of girls dressing with all glittering gold on the head and the wear I have seen in Kerala muslims also. Kerala has been long associated with this part much before the Gulf Migration got in vogue.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Ek Samandar Paar
Today the new Hijra Year 1427 starts which means it has been 1426 years since Prophet Mohammed (Peace be upon him) moved from Mecca to Medina.
Gregorian New Year on 1st January came and went and this time I did not even make any efforts to come up with new year resolutions. What I had in mind was not to get tied down to conventional deciding patterns and keep thinking of ideas and implement them through out the year. So one is this one......
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When I was a kid (and that was not eons ago, mind you!) I remember with vivid visualisation a song in a Hindi movie where the little girl misses her father and sings Saat Samundar Par se gudiyon ke bazaar se Papa jaldi aa jana..... And now I am here in beautiful Oman. Well its not seven seas away just across one sea- Arabian but nonetheless it is beyond shores.This blog I am creating to put my thoughts, feelings and observations for my network of family and friends. This is all about my experiences in the Arabian land of Oman. All comments, views and counter views are welcome to make this blog vibrant and interesting.
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