UAE, Day 3

Posted: August 26, 2015 in TransOceanic
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Warm bed, cool air, the temptation to warm the bed for a little longer was making it impossible for me to open my eyes. I rolled on the bed from right to left and then left to right, without any obstacle, I realized the other two asses were up already. Miss L was busy in the kitchen as usual and Miss N was lost in her novel.

My legs were still paining from the previous day’s participation in The Dubai Mall Marathon.

“Where are we going today?” I asked lazily

“For that, you my queen, should get up.” Miss N spat, face still immersed in her book.

“Let’s spend some quality time indoors, chuck sightseeing. It’s all the same, sand, crowd, cars…………..”

“We have spent enough quality time in Bangalore. People plan every minute of their vacation impeccably when they visit a new place, let alone a new country and look at you, least bothered, lazy bug”. Miss L complained from kitchen.

“I am your guest, it’s your responsibility to do that “I said

“There’s absolutely no difference even after calling you here, Bangalore or UAE, you are just the same.” Looked like Miss L was angry with my laziness and me.

After having the breakfast prepared by size L, size M and size S headed towards the super market to pick up the grocery. It was so hot outside all I wanted to do was run back into the house and sit inside the fridge for a while.

Miss N was picking up the stuff and I was stuck at my favorite counter, glaring at the chocolates, gummy bears with mouth wide open, just like a kid at the candy store.

“OMG SnL you are impossible, nobody can say you are “blabla” years old. Move now we have to pick the groceries” Miss N literally pushed me away from my favorite counter. One of the best things of being in Gulf, you can indulge yourself into a variety of chocolates from the world, starting from the gummy bears to the most exclusive assortment of dark chocolates

While picking up the meat at the nearby butcher shop Miss N aka google queen started “Most of the meat comes from Pakistan. You should try some of their Masala powders and you won’t stop licking your fingers”. While my KT was still on, the butcher carefully chopped the meat with his sharp knife. “Look there, that’s a skill. He is an expert, no doubt”. While my KT still continued in the background, we both stared at the butcher skillfully separating meat from bone.

On the fish counter there sat an Indian fellow smiling, appearing to be a total harmless guy. Miss N continued “Look at that monkey. Today, if you think you are obliged to return his smile because he is your fellow countryman then tomorrow you will find him right at your door step. Men are the same everywhere, it is really independent of the country you are in or the country you are from, as long as they have the live snake inside their pants you just cannot  trust them”.

When you are in your own country nobody gives 2 fucks, but when you are on a foreign land, people will always want to meet up, get-together and everything else that follows. Given the time constraints, we decided to honor the wishes of one of them, and so the three of us headed towards the one lucky-winner, out of the many invites received.

One look at the house and I was in love with it. Cozy comfortable black couch in front of a huge wall mounted LCD TV, wooden table with an antique Chinese clay doll, contrast color curtains drawn back revealing the million dirhams view of the setting sun. Sliding doors were inviting us to the balcony, with pink Bougainvillea at the corner and a promising view of the city. Kitchen was so elegantly constructed with a spectacular view of the street from the sink. Man I went crazy seeing the house. It was exquisite! Lucky-winner smiled at our eye balls popping out expression and said “Make yourself at home”. I guess that’s all I needed. I sat with my legs folded neatly on the couch, eating banana chips brought from India, watching the sun finally disappear. As the lucky winner was not around we took the liberty to explore his kitchen cabinets , filled with mom-made pickles, lime juice, Marulla juice and coffee. I began to relax eating the mom made pickle and Indian banana chips. Few things from India and the Loving Indians are just enough to make you relax and feel a little less homesick. Suddenly it hit me why is it that everybody wants to play a host to their “people”, when in a foreign country, probably they know how hard it is to be away from your own country among zillion of strangers and this is their way of making your stay as comfortable as possible, as a kind sweet gesture.

Sipping the lime juice and eating banana chips, there I was, lost in my thoughts of so called Dubai, The Heaven. I looked at Miss N and Miss L and took a deep breath. It’s never easy to stay away from your own home, your family and your country.

After an hour long discussion, of what’s there and not there to see in souk between the Lucky winner M and my Miss N, we finally came to a conclusion on the souk’s tourism value and the four of us headed towards our gold and spice souk exploration.

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That’s me in my Alif Laila Costume

With the tons of gold displayed in all forms, my understanding “only Keralites love gold” was killed instantaneously. If Keralites love gold, Arabs eat gold, sleep gold, and poop gold. I wouldn’t be surprised even if these Arab’s wore golden underpants. We walked through the lanes filled with shops showcasing gold in all forms, crown, bikini, rings, jaguar, and god knows what else. Fish market, fruit market, flower market well that’s everyday story but hey this was the first time I was seeing gold souk and I was going bonkers.

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Lucky winner M’s yapping, our very own tour guide Miss N’s explanation on world’s biggest ring, Miss L’s photography, who said souk, is boring. Even a pebble looks interesting when you have the right company. Walking through the old lanes of Dubai amidst the old shops still untouched by modern infrastructure, brought back  the memories of the oldest metropolitan city of my country; Calcutta. No nice and neat, no cozy,….geeeeez, of course the feeling was short lived, One walk  across the street and all those rules about driving, walking, riding and the never ending streams of  ‘always drive on the right’, ‘open the door only to your  right’  brought me right back to reality just as soon.

In Dubai I travelled by pretty much every and any means of transportation available; metro, bus, taxi, car. While the experience was very distinct from the ones I had back home in some cases, it was just the same in others, our country isn’t totally imperfect after all. Well my next ride was on water, sailing through the Dubai waters. Time of our guide to provide her 2 cents,”see if you go by road it takes more than 20 minutes that’s why people take boat…..” If you are under any impression about the ride being serene and breath-taking with the setting of the starry evening sky, you couldn’t be more wrong. We were just sailing through stinky water to get to our destination in less than 20mins ;), not something we haven’t done back home. Come to think of it Boats were the only ones with no ACs installed, not long before they got them, in these too, I am guessing.

While we inhaled the familiar stinking smell, “The TAJ” shone like a twinkling star in the midst of other building.

“See there, its “Taj”,” I screamed. “I feel so nice, at least there are things ……” . I started with excitement, chest already blown with pride

“Its “The TAJ” they are everywhere. You never visit them while in India, neither will you here, for heaven’s sake stop acting like a goose dying of home sickness” Miss N uttered.

“Whatever man, it’s a nice feeling you see. Something magnificent my fellow countryman owns on a foreign land, I may never visit those fancy hotels but still It’s a thrill to see them even if it’s just from the outside, especially when on a foreign sand” I said with my head held high.

As we sailed through, no traces of scorching Sun, just the mild moon, blooming with pride. There was middle aged Arab dressed in traditional attire walking on the road. I remembered Miss L saying Arab’s don’t wear underpants beneath their traditional wear and giggled. Miss L looked at me and chuckled “I know what you thinking, you pervert SnL”

I just laughed my lungs out

We were waiting to cross the street, with heavy traffic.

“You think if I show my hand they’ll stop, like how we do in Bangalore” I asked innocently with an eye on the speeding cars

“SnL this is not Bangalore, this is Dubai. You have to wait till the walker light turns green or for the rich punks to stop their car out of pity.” Miss L uttered.

We headed home dead tired and sleepy. When my head hit the pillow I realized I don’t really hate Dubai anymore, it’s just another country offering all it has; its heat, sand, oil, job opportunities, sheltering so many nationalities also I am not in love with it either because it’s not all fancy and perfect as it looks from outside or how they show in google images, YouTube. One needs to live a day or two in Dubai to say “Its heavenly”. There are people who adore the never sleeping, crowded, happening Dubai but definitely not me, I prefer serene, serene and serene Abu Dhabi. I closed my eyes, thanked god and drifted to sleep hoping to dream about my home.

“Jana-Gana-Mana-Adhinayaka,Jaya He”
My 4 years old niece started to sing out
​our ​national anthem with a ​steady​ voice. A ​Sales guy in the show room was startled to see one of his customer’s daughter singing the ​ national anthem, which she taught at school ​, not caring the bystanders. I was supposed to be standing for the anthem​ but I didn’t ,​not because I don ‘​t respect my country but because of ​my niece’s inappropriate timing to sing our national anthem in the ​middle of a ​shopping mall. Before I could stop her she continued with a ​firm voice
“Bharata-Bhagya-Vidhata
Punjab-Sindhu-Gujarata-Maratha
Dravida-Utkala-Banga
Vindhya-Himachala-Yamuna-Ganga
Uchchhala-JaladthaTaranga
Tava Subha Name Jage
Tava Subha Ashisa Mage
Gahe Tava Jaya Gatha.
Jana-Gana-Mangala Dayaka, Jaya He
Bharata-Bhagya-Vidhata,
Jaya He, Jaya He, Jaya He,
Jaya, Jaya, Jaya, Jaya He”
Which was followed by three times of​ “vande matharam”. I sat there watching her and wondering what is the difference between her and us. She sang the beautiful song without understanding its meaning and we grown up do the same thing. The ​Only difference is,​ she sings everyday before leaving the school and we just ​on independence day or on republic day after the day’s ​lengthy, spiced up speech . While our tongue automatically picks up​ the familiar words our mind wanders about thousand other things.
This country has given freedom to you; freedom to talk, freedom to dress as you please, freedom to follow your so called man made religion, Freedom to eat whatever you like, freedom to go anywhere you like. If you are deprived of this freedom then don’t blame the country just blame the humans around you​
We may not understand the true meaning of freedom because we were born free .​ W​ild animals​ trapped in a ​zoo, a ​ p​risoner in a ​jail and probably ​ many others trapped in, truly realize the meaning and significance of freedom. I agree we are officially the slaves of corruption, rape,moral policing,over population, scams but intellectually​ we all are free. Aren’t there so many countries which​ treat their citizens like mere insects?​ W​e Indians are still better than them,so let’s all be grateful for that. Indians might be perceived in various disparate ways round the globe, but don’t we all ​belong to this ​ race of exotic ,extraordinary ​people ,who​ work hard, play harder and entertain the whole world with our​ catchy Hindi songs ?
​ Patriotism is something which you cant develop on independence day listening to speeches of our​ ancestor​’​s sacrifices and singing national anthem, its something you should feel everyday, every minute in your bones regardless of country you reside and currency you earn.

Enjoy your freedom and let others enjoy theirs​. You are born free, thanks to our ancestors, just make sure you die free. Have a en-kindling 69th Independence day.

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UAE, Here I Come

Posted: August 11, 2015 in My Silly thoughts, TransOceanic

Day 2: Dubai 

I opened my eyes slowly to see unfamiliar surroundings. I relaxed when I saw familiar figure sleeping on my right. I changed my side and looked at my left expecting Miss N to be there but it was empty. Then I saw her sitting on sofa with phone her favorite gadget, I closed my eyes wondering what the hell she is doing up at 7.00 in the morning. I must have dozed off because next time when I opened my eyes Miss N was on the bed awake and Miss L was still sleeping.

Hungry I was, I tried to remember whether I had my dinner previous night. Then I remembered mutton curry prepared by one of MBFD’s(Multi-talented Boy From Dubai) friend and the kori rotti(paper like rice made roti). Hmm it was so yum, my mouth started watering remembering it. I smiled remembering Miss N’s questions about the guy who prepared the mutton.How many whistle he took? where he learned to cook?is he from Takode?….and so on. MBFD was so bugged up answering Miss N, finally he said “ask me anything other than mutton”. I smiled remembering Miss N’s reaction

“How much you guys sleep” Miss N grumbled

I yawned lazily and said “UAE is tiring”

“For a lazy bum like you everything is tiring” Miss N complaint

I smiled and pulled the comforter till my chin

“So how you find Dubai?” I asked Miss N

She chuckled and said “not bad, I miss Bangalore but Dubai is not bad, I am getting adjusted”.

“Ohhh, I see” I said

“OMG!!you two started one of your talking session” Miss L complaint opening her eyes.

After a while Miss N and I were still rolling on the bed and talking when Miss L barked “you two out of bed right now or else I am going to whack you both”

“Good morning Miss N, SnL, I hope you guys had pleasant dreams”  asked MBFD with raising his eye brows

“Sweet dreams in Dubai!!!!You must be kidding” I said

When Miss L screamed I ran to washroom with my brush. After having breakfast MBFD said “let’s do some jam”

Confused I was I just sat there wondering what jam is

MBFD walked slowly into hall, now playing his guitar singing “Sylvia Mogacha(Sylvia, my dear one)Konkani song.

Miss N said “don’t sing Mogacha, sing Sylvia Wagacha.”(Sylvia, the tigress)

“I know you are jealous” I said admiring MBFD

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He was casting his spell with his magic with his fingers on those strings and voice. The depth, emotions of the songs were clearly displayed on his face

“Looks like he is going to cry” Miss N said

I laughed in one of my un-lady like fashion

“He is entertaining you and you are laughing?” Miss N said

“Which song you want me to play SnL” MBFD asked me holding his dear guitar to his heart.

“pehla nasha song” I said preparing myself to get lost in music

He started to play his guitar and sing the song so skilfully I started dozing sitting on sofa

“This time definitely he is going to cry” Miss N said

“He learned to play guitar from you tube, an you believe that” she continued

“What!!?, he didn’t get trained? He plays like a pro” I said

“He had interest, passion and look at him he is punter now. I am sure Takode girls must be crazy about him” said Miss N listening to MBFD

I closed my eyes, kept a pillow underneath my head and started to enjoy the song. I was so lost my in the song with my eyelids closed, I didn’t realised when I drifted to sleep.

“Look at her, all she wants to do is sleep. Get up SnL” Miss N and L  screamed from top of their voice.

After doing RnD we were heading towards Umm Hurair to watch the dolphins shake their booty and seal wag their tail. One spin from dolphin and Miss L screamed “I want a dolphin” .I looked at her and smiled; she chuckled and said “keep your comments to yourself SnL”

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I enjoyed the dolphin, seal show but I felt sorry for them. Dolphins were supposed to enjoy the ocean’s big waves, listening to sea roar, spinning and jumping as they please. And here they are entertaining so called bored gulf people spinning on command.

MBFD started taking a stroll in the vast green park. Trimmed lawn was soft against my feet it tempted me to run like a wild horse. The monkey was busy climbing the tree

“This is not India, get down you moron. Because of people like your our country name is ruined” I screamed at Miss N

“After long time I am climbing a tree and about spoiling our country name, there’s nothing much left to spoil”. Lying on the branch she said.

Lying down on the mattress of grass I saw the deep blue sky without any clouds only occasional eagle and quails.

It was 4 in the evening and sun was still shining with its pricky rays. While Miss N, Miss L and MBFD discussed about our next destination I sat on the bench nearby.

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“Does the couple come to park to make out, like how they do in Kadri park, Cubbon park” I asked my eyes glued to the water

“From where you get such questions SnL?. To answer your question, we never saw anyone doing anything inappropriate in public” Miss L said in firm voice

After deciding our next destination which was “The Dubai Mall” we started to walk when we spotted a couple sitting in isolated place guys hands were freelance

Miss N said “I hope your curiosity is resolved”. We all laughed looking at the couple who were busy doing their own things. Love doesn’t have barrier India Or UAE, I smiled.

“SnL, see that building that’s Burj Khlifa, total 163 floors” said a male voice seated next to the taxi driver

“Tallest building in world. Look at her, she’s such a beauty” said other

“It’s named after Abu Dhbai’s Sheikh.” said the last one.

I sat there following their hand direction, stretching and bending my neck whenever necessary. This was bound to happen 3 tour guides for a one tourist. I felt sorry for myself.

“Welcome to Dubai mall” Miss L said with a enchanting smile as if she owns that mall. Holding Miss L’s hand I was admiring the shops, brands like a creature from other planet in the passage we were walking by. When the passage widened into hugeeeeee hall I almost screamed seeing the crowd Indians, Philippines, Chinese, Firang’s almost all nationality people were present in that famous mall. I tightened my grip on Miss L’s arm and said “hold me tight, I don’t want to get lost in this place, it’s like India’s car festival or Kumbh mela. Imagine getting lost in this crowd like typical old Hindi movie.”

All were walking so fast I was literally running to match their long strides scared like a new puppy in that gigantic mall.

It took almost 1 hour to get a vacant table in that huge food court. It looked like whole Dubai was there to see me. Mexican, Indians, American, Italian, Philippines, Chinese…. all kind of fast food counter stood proudly tempting passer-by. We were having our burger when I saw a Muslim lady eating her fries and drinking her coke under her face veil like how they had showed in Sex And The city. At least while having food those ladies can be excused from their rules but no.

If any of your relatives are dying to visit Dubai, then take them to The Dubai Mall and leave them there. Let them get lost in that overcrowded mall and then they will never mention Dubai again.

We were walking towards the water fall with diving statues. One look at that and I was lost in the mesmerizing beauty. With water falling from height there were many divers jumping into the water. It’s looked so real and hypnotizing.

“You think those divers are nude?” I asked scanning the individual diver statues

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“SnL, out of all you want to know whether they are nude or not?”. Miss L stared at me with open mouth

“oh, they are wearing their underpants, see there can you see the line” I said blooming on my new discovery

“See their 6 packs, oh man, mighty they look. SnL , one question for you, how those men are hung there?” Miss N said

I scanned the divers statue and said “poor fells hung with one hook that too at their delicate center part!!”

All laughed again watching the divers.

MBFD guided us towards the giant aquarium. Well-fed shark, sting fish, jelly fish were swimming, not caring the spectators. In that artificial man made habitat tourist divers were admiring the fish and the underwater lives. Humans!!! I tell you there is no limit to their interference in other living creature’s life.

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When we heard the loud music playing outside we rushed there to see the dancing fountain in its glory. With rhythm, beats by beats, fountain danced in front of beautiful Burj Khalifa in its own style. Night was young, temperature had fallen we stood admiring the beauty dance, entertaining everyone not caring the religion, nationality and gender.

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I smiled when the music ended, Dubai might be crowded but it’s not that bad. Life is not easy like how outside think but again it’s not bad either.

UAE, Here I Come

Posted: August 10, 2015 in My Silly thoughts, TransOceanic

                                         Day 1: Abu Dhabi

It was 9 in the morning and we three were still sleeping. With the curtains down, AC on I felt so pampered and loved for a minute. Then reality hit me, I was in freaking hot UAE.

Miss L said “you two ladies have fun, take her out” she said looking at Miss N. “show her around, after all she has come from so far, I don’t want you guys just to lie down on bed and talk like usually what you two do” saying see pulled the curtain back.

I looked at her and then at the scourging sun outside through the window. Sun rays look so hot I could feel their heat on my skin with mere look.

Miss L looked at Miss N and me “I hope that you both will do some site seeing”. Giving necessary instructions to Miss N, Miss L left for her work. I chuckled seeing my tour guide.

“So where you want to go SnL” Miss N asked me.

“Cant we just sit here in this room and goggle the images? It’s so hot outside I don’t want to go out”

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Miss N stared at me with open mouth in disbelief. “I can’t believe my ears you are saying this. You have come from India and all you want to do it sit back and google the images?”

“See outside, it’s so hot. I hate sun; I don’t want to die with sun stroke” I stick to my point.

“I am not going to listen to your crap, get ready your ass in 1 hour, we are going out” She dashed to the washroom barking her orders.

There we were after 1 hour covering out bodies, head to toe, walking towards bus stop in merciless hot sun. Shapeless building, fancy cars, clean road, gaping people I walked beside my tour guide wondering what made me come to UAE in this season.

“We are going to Abu Dhabi’s Marina mall, it’s at the dead end. Marine means water…” my guide went on without stop while I secretly wish to take a dip in that water she was talking about.

We boarded the crowded bus. Miss N digged her purse and put the coins in the box “That’s for ticket, you see it’s all systematic, there is no conductor”

When the bus stopped at our destination and automatic doors forced us to walk in the hot sun, again I felt like running back to Bangalore.

I was relaxed when we were inside the closed glass doors of Mall. It is highly impossible to survive in that excessive hot weather without AC.

“You know laborers work in this hot sun, imagine their situation. Especially Indians, Pakistanis”. Miss N said.

I was dumb stuck and my heart wept silently for the unfortunate people regardless of their nationality.

Time went by seeing never heard brands flaunting their accessories, infinite perfume counters.

“Want to go other side of the mall” My guide asked me.

“I am so bored, malls, brands, shops it’s all in Bangalore as well. Show me something new” I said politely

“Let’s go out and you will see and feel something which will kill all your so called “something new” thoughts”

“I am not going to leave these AC walls, trust me. I might never see my home, India” I stared at my guide

“Drama Queen” Miss N uttered.

Evening was nearing but sun seemed reluctant to move its ass from the place. It was time for Miss L to leave office. We three decided to visit “Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi”.

If you want to stop a taxi all you have to do is wave. You open the door, sit in the back seat and tell your destination, while drivers name, permit number displayed in the monitor. All you have to do is sit like a lady, relax while driver spins his car within speed limit towards you destination without arguing. This can never ever happen in India. I remembered Bangalore’s arguing auto driver and laughed out loud.

“This is called pineapple building because it’s in pineapple shape, this is tablet building” Miss N was still going on. I sat there in between of size M and size L gaping at the skyscrapers with open mouth like a country goose. Some buildings were so tall I had to lay my head on Miss L lap to see the other end.

When the Grand mosque distinct architectural image started to come into picture from distance we three were mesmerized by its beauty. Dressed in white it screamed its purity.

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Covered in black hijab we climbed the steps leading towards the mosque. The art on pillars, roof, floors were exceptionally well carved. The tranquility I felt is something one needs to feel it, it’s beyond explanation. We spent some quality time there admiring the architecture. One more thing I like about this place is there were no boxes for money how usually they keep in church and temple.

Back from Mosque we were lying on the bed enjoying the artificial winter. I was busy eating my all-time favorite gummy bears.

Pack your bags SnL, soon you will see the never sleeping Dubai”. I closed my eyes trying to imagine how colorful it will be but all I could feel was hot sun..

“Have you ever seen a Pathan, SnL?”

“You mean to say men in plane 3/4 salvar , loafers in their feet and long beard. Like how Khaled Hosseini described them in “Kite Runner?”.

“Exactly, today I am going to show Pathan to you”.

As we walked towards the waiting Pathan taxy Miss L slowly pointed towards a man in once upon a time white color 3/4 salvar and said  “see he is Pathan. Listen to him, the language he is conversing is Pashtun”. I stared at him taking in all information.

Pathan was driving his old car like Ferrari in formula one race after sometime, while my tour guide was scaring the shit out of me with desert people getting lost in desert stories. I was just dozing off when the old car came to dead stop in middle of nowhere.

We got down from the car “this is because all SnL’s presence” .Miss L said.

“It never happened with me, but mere presence of SnL and look where we are”. Miss N added the fuel. I smiled not caring their comments. Middle of nowhere or heart of city, desert or heaven, with people you care, love beside you nothing is boring.

Almost-full-moon was gaping at us from the darken sky. Speeding fancy cars in “Dubai-Abu Dhabi” high way is something else makes your goose bumps go visible.

After boarding another taxi I closed my eyes to imagine how Dubai will be?

When taxi finally came to halt “SnL this is Ibn Battuta station. He was a Moroccan explorer, travelled whole UAE on camel back,……” my tour guide started in her usual tone while I tried to remember the name

“Ibn Batura like Channa Batura?” I said

Miss L chuckled and said “Its not batura, its Battuta”

“like that Hindi song “ibn me tuta” so Ibn batuta” Miss N contributed.

For a person who had spent 5 years in Bangalore memorizing names like ” Kundanhalli, Konappana Agrahara, Marathahalli” “Ibn Batuta” sounded French.

“Metro is common transport, it connects one end of the city to other, there are 2 lines red and green”. It looked like Miss N and Miss L were trying to prepare me for the Dubai’s Entrance exam.

“See this where green joins red, its called union…”Miss N said.

“I know what Union is” saying I gave her one of my cute smile

“For this and all you are not less” Miss L grumbled.

We boarded the metro and somehow managed to push the other passenger and grab the seat. After few stations the metro was jam packed.

“It’s like Mumbai, so crowded, there is no space. I don’t like it, I like my Bangalore metro.”

“In Mumbai short people are lost in tall people’s armpit, but it’s not like that here. It’s better than that” Miss N justified.” And it’s not “your metro”, its “namma Metro” she corrected.

With every minute I spent in DUBAI I was able to see reality and I didn’t like it. It might look fancy and money planet but life there is not easy. Systematic it might look through but it’s hard. If you have your relatives, friends there then you can escape from the boredom or else you are doomed to rot in your own company.

“This SnL, this is the media city, ….see you can see Burj Khalifa……see there” With my tour guide  going on I tried to move my eyes in whichever direction she pointed her finger with open mouth

I was tired seeing the crowd, sitting on never ending metro, listening to my guide. I thought my head is going to explode taking in all information.

When finally we got down from the metro I took a deep breath

“We have to catch one more metro, the green line, which is underground….”Miss L went on while I followed her with Miss N wondering which corner of the Dubai I am going.

In that overcrowded metro’s ladies compartment with different nationalities for a person like me who likes to watch people, their attire, imagining my next character for a story, journey looked tiring but interesting. Thick box shaped eyebrows, plaited brown hair, heavily painted lips, neon color nail paint, silky long hair, pointed heels, new skate board in hands for their kids, coconut oiled hair. I also got know that there is something called as “nationality smell”. Philippines smell weird because they eat everything half boiled, while Indians smell like spices because they eat spices. I got the tutoring on identifying the smell as well.

Metro stopped and Miss L shouted “Move SnL, move , be quick” I started walking out while people started to walk in. It was like going against water current. With fear of getting lost in the crowd I pushed everyone with all my might.

“This is Abu Hail” Miss L said

“Which is the first station name SnL?” My guide was demanding for an answer.

“My ass” I screamed. “I don’t think I like UAE, it’s so crowded, it’s so hot. I feel sorry for all who shed their sweat and blood in this foreign land”

“Relax SnL, it’s your first day, you will take time to adjust..”

I followed Miss N and Miss L silently lost in my thoughts, crossing roads, passing AC bus stops, super market, and meat stall. When finally we entered the house it felt like heaven.

With Multitalented boy from Dubai(MBFD)’s warm welcome with broad smile, loving hug I finally try to relax.

“Welcome to Dubai SnL” MBFD said with a broad smile.

“Thank you, but please don’t say anything more than that. I am tired listening to my tour guide and your sister. I feel sorry for all people who work here, who travel in that crowded metro. It’s not easy, it might look easy….”

“Relax SnL, it’s not that bad, it’s just weather which is getting into your nerves. You will take some time to adjust..”

“I don’t want to adjust, I am happy in Bangalore” I interrupted Miss L in middle

“Take this wine, it will help you to calm your nervous” Miss L said handing me the glass.

I smelled the wine for a minute like a professional and took a sip

“The gulf fragrance, the money, the goodies our loved one get from here make dream big about gulf. One visit to this land and you know the reality”.

6 eyes looked at me.

“Wine is talking” One said

“She is not coming back for sure” other said

“Just drink the wine SnL” the last one said

I could hear the mockery in their tone but I was too occupied with my thoughts to care. I felt sorry for all my countrymen working in that foreign land, who sacrifice everything for their family

“It’s not easy, working here. People back at home say he works in Dubai, he can afford anything. It’s so crowded, it’s so hot, and accommodation is so expensive, I just wonder how people work here. I feel sorry for all who shed their sweat and blood in this foreign land. Its not easy money, its blood shed money, we don’t even think twice before burning it……..My dad was in gulf, poor guy, I feel sorry for my old tiger”.

“For god sake SnL drink wine and shut the f**** up”

“I feel sorry for you tooo.” I said

Miss L blinked in her signature look and said “hold your breath till you see Dubai Mall tomorrow”

I drained my glass wondering what more Dubai has in store for me

                                                                                                                                To Be Continued

 

UAE, Here I Come

Posted: August 9, 2015 in TransOceanic

AGE IS JUST TWO DIGIT NUMBER FOR ME

Couple of months back when my niece turned 4 she made whole world know about her bday. She danced and sang happy bday song to herself, asked everyone for a bday gift. Dressed in her favourite color which is RED she was blooming like a rose. How I wish I could do the same thing on my bday, scream from top of my voice and tell “Wish me punks, its my bday”. Those days are long gone with my milk teeth.Now I am in a phase where bday’s are nothing but a reminder of your age and remaining years. You sulk; crib how annoying it is to grow old. In other words just another OLD COW

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Couple of beers for getting old, some chicken starters with good old friends who are still in Bangalore, in the evening, followed by “how much I miss my girls” whining I had pre planned how my so called bday will end. Bday was at the corner and Miss L makes necessary arrangements me to fly to UAE  so that I can be with her and Miss N when I hit the big no. I was shaken by her gesture and overwhelmed by her love. For a person like me for whom vacation is nothing but going home by ordinary bus and eating mom cooked pork, I was travelling to UAE, my first international trip, just for 4 days just to celebrate my bday!!!!More than me my passport was super excited to get inked for the first time in its life span of 10, with 5 gone just like that. Lucky, that I am because I am blessed with some GOOD FRIENDS.

First time in years I shouted my age from top of my voice, I didn’t give 2 fucks about the 2 digit number. I was way too happy to sit and sulk about my age. Nobody likes to get old but can you do anything about it? With my first $ in my pocket, lot many bday wishes and surprises from my friends, blessings from my parents,n number of calls from my relatives, do’s and don’ts  on flight by my sister and BIL  I was there boarding my first international flight smiling on my “blabla” bday. First time I had currencies from three countries, India, UAE and US. I am so grateful to my brother for introducing MR Franklin to me personally.

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With the seat belt tightly secured I sat there seeing the night getting worn out. Gigantic plane stood still like a charged bull before its attack. With my adrenaline pumping hard I looked out of the small window, without blinking, scared that I will miss my favorite part, The Take Off. The bull started to run with full speed..oooooooOOOOOOOOOO then I was flying high in air, I could see the Bangalore’s tiny buildings and snake like roads illuminated by light. I leaned back on my seat and thanked god for his blessings. I sipped my red wine, digging my dinner with fork watching some romantic movie in middle of the clouds for the first time I didn’t regret growing old in fact I loved it

I pushed my trolley praying to god that Miss L and Miss N to be there smiling and jumping waving their hands like how they show in movie. I am big drama queen as Miss N says. I chuckled and searched the waiting crowd with my curious eyes. When I couldn’t spot size L and size M my eyes fell and bile started to rise in my mouth. I kept on walking with head held high even though I was shattered with fear from inside. I just started residing my rosary when I saw Miss L and Miss N walking towards me from other corner, waving. For a chicken heart me I kept walking swallowing my fear,worries getting lost in foreign country and showing no emotions.

“Look at that bum, no smile nothing, walking like a queen. ” Miss L said to Miss N addressing me.

“You are such a drama queen SnL, you will never change” Miss N said and hugged me in her familiar embrace.

“Happy “blabla“ bday SnL she screamed”.

“Welcome to UAE SnL and Happy “blabla” bday” saying Miss L hugged me tightly.

Old or young, desert or oasis with my friends beside me I knew I am somewhere in paradise.

                                                                                                                               

                                                                                                                                         To be continued

Abu Dhabi

Posted: August 7, 2015 in TransOceanic

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Quiet, breath taking, holy and serene

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Pillar might be silent but their beauty tells all of it

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Grand Mosque, I lost my heart to it like million others

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Only one visit it needs to fall in love with the place

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Words were found and lost but art remained showing the insight and creativity of a artist

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All you can feel is tranquility and unique power filling you up

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There are no words to describe the beauty

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And the Ladies

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Quiet but mind blowing

ai ai It’s DUBAI

Posted: August 6, 2015 in TransOceanic

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Sand, road, cars, sun and more sun.

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She stands there with her grace capturing everyone’s heart mind and soul.

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No Matter where you are she looks at you with her magnificent beauty with open arms.

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Skyscrapers, different shape, different size makes you wonder whats with those Arabs and their buildings

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Trees, plants, lawn, park is the place where you can see them

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Yes, Its golden car.

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Candylicious

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I didn’t wanted to leave this place

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Some tongue smacking chocolates are displayed all around the place

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They are well fed Shark, taking a stroll gaping at the visitors

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Dancing fountain dances according to the beat.

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Free Falling men. Their are not nude:) but only in their undies

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That is a gigantic ring , still holds a place in guinness book

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That ‘s some KG’s of gold

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I am not sure who gonna buy it though

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Golden Jaguar

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Spices

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Please Nore: Pictures are taken by a amateur photographer:) so kindly ignore the angles