merry christmas

It is that time of the year again, when you are thankful for everything merry and bright. May joy and happiness snow on you, may the bells jingle for you and may Santa be extra good to you! May this Christmas be a delight!

Wishing you - your near & dear a Merry Christmas and an exciting New Year!

americans in the emirates

Browsing blogosphere, I came across this post at young, Blog Sheikh's.

The post, and a linked article talks about lack of Americans in the UAE. It's true, sort of uncanny yet funny in a way. I mean, there really hasn't been many Americans living in the UAE, in fact very few. Yet, we've always had KFC & Pizza Hut - Coke & Pepsi. We've had all that amazing music & the movies. However, for those growing up back in the day, television shows perhaps had a larger impact in our lives. Shows that often opened up our world in ways other medium couldn't - sometimes by actually bringing to life American ways of life, stories, people and places we may never have known or actually venture to ourselves. In strange ways it helped connect with ways people live, think and feel - help us think outside the box and outside of ourselves.

I grew up on shows like - Maude, Leave it to Beaver, The Waltons, Starsky & Hutch, Charlie's Angels, Newhart, Fat Albert, Knight Rider, Murder she wrote, The Full House, 21 Jump street, Knots Landing, Dallas, Falcon Crest, The Simpsons, G I Joe, B&B, Golden Girls, 90210 and tons more! OK, so perhaps, some of those weren't the best shows. However, I think, we definitely had Americans in the UAE. Perhaps not in flesh and blood, but they certainly were amongst us :)

chuckle a little

Have a chuckle or two over at Nick's. Heads up! Must have fair share of humour and an ability to laugh at self :)

fall is in the air

It's Fall again, I am starting to feel that chill in the air. It lifts spirits and helps place a few aspects of life in perspective. Pretty soon it's time to go from sweaters to bringing out the coats and hats, gloves and boots. Yet there is something so calming and tranquil around this time. Not much else to say that hasn't been said before. I love this time of the year. I hope it stays on and colours up people's days & lives.

Past few months have been a weee bit crazy - work & travels and a few other issues, mostly in my head - nothing serious :) I seem forgetful, than usual. Last Saturday, I spend about 20 minutes looking for keys all over the apartment. Realizing I was running late for dinner with friends, I decided to continue search when back. Rushing out the door - viola! Just realized, I left 'em on the door back from work last evening! I am getting old heh. I can hear mom's thoughts across the oceans, "get hitched!"

the past

"Feeling a bit sentimental lately. Missing the good old days when everything was just clear and simple. A bit sentimental that I can't slip back into those easier times, or can I? Perhaps I should track down those old friends and make contact? If possible visit old haunts, draw on the energy they used to supply. Perhaps one really can go home? It may not be exactly the same, but the old spirit still remains"

Why is the past quite so important whilst living in the present, and the future? I thought, the past, was just that - the past. I'm not too sure why am writing/debating the thought - sort of felt, I should.

been a while

Apologies for my absence. Had a few issues kicking up a storm at work and in life. They say life comes at you fast, things change quite quickly - it's true. Life does come at you fast. I have finally realized things that matter in life are those which make our hearts long that extra bit. Life is definitely worth all those troubles and worries and more.

Co-incidentally, a fellow blogger had a post of taking her life short. Am not sure why, but felt I had to say something, not just to herself, but also to myself.

Ups and downs are part of life. Life is precious because we live only ONCE. It's precious 'cause, everything we've always known - ever, is from living it. The good and the bad. Those positive memoirs, our family, friends, dear & near - all those and more that we've experienced is because we've lived.

Talk of taking life short is short sighted - 'cause you don't know what tomorrow, or the day after holds. It doesn't take much for lives to change.

I have my share (and more) of downs every year. However am always thankful for the opportunity to live - to have lived, to meet people, to experience growing up, to have mom and dad in my life, for my friends, to have travelled and meet people I may have never known, for the lovely fall days and foliage colours, for the beautiful UAE winter days and those rare blue skies, for those long drives, for beautiful melancholy moments and tears and so much more - for all those very reasons that prove our existence and lives are absolutely worth it.

In short, take a look at all those lovely blessings in life. Take a look at how much you shall miss being with all those who matter, how much you shall lose out on - forever. Now say a silent prayer, and smile at tomorrow's coming.

persia

I want to visit and experience Iran. A nation with it's rich culture and ways of life. I hope you enjoy this lovely post on Iran as much as I. Wonderful writing.

the lion sleeps tonight

One of my favourite albums is, Return to Pride Rock. The album has an age old soulful track - "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". The tune has a captivating African soul. Personally, the song reminds of kindergarten days, times with mom and carefree infancy memories of an era gone by.

Whilst home last Christmas I gifted a copy to my sister in law, who'd just become a mom for the second time. My niece, Norah, loves listening to the track - The Lion Sleeps Tonight. Norah turns an year old this August. Obviously she does not understand the lyrics. However, each time she hears this track, she becomes all cheerful, smiley and calm on her way to sleep. This one is for you angel, sweet dreams.

a post

Sometimes we try and write up intense thoughts & emotions within, and as easy as it may seem, it's actually not. However at times we sort of stumble on few simple words from fellow beings who probably are going through similar phases in life.

Came across this post at fellow blogger Yazan's blog. For me, personally, the simple words below capture much of the angst and melancholy within, especially the past couple of years in my life. Reading thru, I find bit of solace and some solitude. It's nice to be honest with yourself.

"I can't sleep until I'm too tired to open my eyes, and once I do, I never want to wake up. I have dreams of everything I wanted to do, and nightmares of everything I did.

I struggle to concentrate, I struggle, I truly, struggle to be interested in anyone, or anything around me.

I feel as homeless as can be. And it's choking me alive. There is nothing worse than this feeling of alienation from everything that used to be your home. This disconnection, this continuous state of denial. I think I've forgotten how to belong anymore."

summer days

It has been a busy few weeks - work was a little more than I could handle, and personal life was just about OK, I think(?)

Summer has arrived with a bang! The city's been sweltering at 105+ degrees. It was pretty bad the past two weeks. Had a major thunderstorm this evening, so hopefully the heat shall mellow a bit in coming days. I must admit, am not a summer person. I turn into this completely different *creature* during summer - mostly do everything indoors, from playing tennis, running, or just chillaxing at home. My friends think that's odd, given I was raised in the Middle East (I don't get it either). Honestly, I don't know what it is about summers - I sort of want to stick my head in a freezer.

Beside the steamy weather, something I do not appreciate is summer wear. To be precise what some women wear during summer. Every year, the tops, shorts, skirts an' all seem to get shorter and shorter - from barely there, to the *not there anymore*. This year, I've seen tops & shorts/skirts, which in terms of size can only be defined as a headband and/or a wristband. It's funny 'cause the accessories (10 inch heels and extra large handbags, which could be used as a makeshift live in tent) are more in volume than the actual clothes on these women. Am not sure if it's to be comfortable, or attract attention - am guessing the latter. I understand it is summer, and people need to dress comfortably. However, I can't appreciate the lack of clothes on some people (both men & women). There are a hundred alternatives that offer comfort as well as modesty. Being modest or modesty in itself, isn't that subjective, I think.

Summer season is also brisk tourist season in NYC. People from all over the world flock into the city. It's fantastic to see the city buzzing with tourists. It's also nice to have random folks with different accents, gestures, greetings, approach me for directions, have pictures taken, ask away about the city, Broadway shows, central park, subway system and smile at what they think is a New York accent - which isn't true, 'cause I do not have an NYC(or an American) accent.

Am not travelling on work for the next few weeks, so that's good. Am thinking of selling my place and getting a larger one. Apparently home prices have come down a bit everywhere, except where I live and there is plenty of brand new inventory in the market. Mom was scheduled to visit this July - she changed her plans, again at the last minute. So am having n-o-b-o-d-y visit me from home, this summer as well - blah!

Well that's about it from the past few weeks. Usual city life, with work, friends, social life, summer and all - oh! I turned 32 on the 7th, so belated sana hilwa to me :)

saying no

Tons of thoughts, much to write - so little time, however here's something I've been thinking about.

Saying No. Am not good at saying "no", in fact, I've never been good at it. I give in quite easily to friends, family and just about whoever asks for help. And even though I say no, eventually I end up helping them, or risk feeling uneasy with an inane sense of guilt or something.

A close childhood friend, from good 'ol UAE, is visiting the apple this summer (again). I really wanna say *NOPE* to his plans. Don't wish to get into the details, however, shall say, he is a master grand slam *player*, great looking, loves women, plenty of home runs, well you get the jist. Last summer, I took him around plenty of parties in the city, introduced him to most women friends, (he caught on to the easy ones) and from all I hear, he had a Fab time, so did most women.

The issue. He is married, has been for less than 2 years. His wife, I think is just about 22 - naive, simple (also, sort of spoiled) semi-conservative girl. Am not sure if she knows of his escapades, I don't think she knows, or maybe she does, well I don't know for sure.

Anyway, he called last weekend, we discussed plans. I can see what he wants to do. He is very open and honest with me, however, if and when I oppose his views, he shall push back, disagree, prove me wrong, and distance himself for while - you know, sort of IRON the guilt with added molten asphalt, tar bitumens an' all. Ever since I've known him, he's been this way, things haven't changed over the years.

Am all for dating, flirting, whatever it takes for an open, full fest premarital search. However, not after you’ve taken the vows. Hence I just don't get why some married folks cheat and swing with multiple partners. I know a few here in the city, men and women.

Not here to judge - however, can't help thinking, don't people get hitched for love and *till death do us apart* given all the sacred vows anymore? or pick a partner, appreciate, compromise, understand, and align one another? If they are unable to do so, at the least, value traditions & sentiments on vows of ancestors, and their legacy.

So there – that's what I want to say *no* to. I realize it's perhaps the correct thing to do. Hopefully I shall keep up the strength & sensibility, over the next few weeks.

Am beat, off to snooze now.

get a room

Something to smile about - well in a way, I suppose :)

"Jeffrey Paul Bradford, 24, and Adrianna Grace Connor, 24, both employees of Pinnacle Airlines Inc., were at a diner on Sunday night before they apparently decided to take a walk, police said.

"They told the officer they wanted to go do it in the woods, essentially," said Lower Swatara Township Police Sgt. Richard Brandt. "That's the best answer they had."

Things went awry when people who live in the neighborhood summoned police around 9:30p.m., saying they had seen a naked man and an intoxicated woman."

Silly Gooses, if there is a next time, get a room or something eh!

a load of nothings

Way too many thoughts in my head this evening. I was subtly forced into a rather heartless decision at work - feel low and a bit upset about it all. Don't feel like writing or thinking about turn of events today.

It's funny, life, really. At times you've got to do things to others, which you'd never hope, happen to you. Sometimes you have to make some sort of a wise ass call, to set things straight for everyone else, except perhaps for the individual whose future now seems quite possibly shoved in some dungeon.

Am afraid at times I sort of have an odd time recognizing where am heading or what I may become. Need a break from the present and head somewhere to think & feel things thru. This is not what I want to do. Man - growing up is hard!

It gets quite crowded with "friends" but horribly lonely near the top. Friends remain friends when they want something from you – especially here in the world's most populated city, where you’d find the largest number of loneliest souls. Very few are fortunate to find selfless/giving friends, those who take an interest in you, listen intently no matter what and stick thru the times.

I know about 200+ people in this city, and there isn't a single one amongst them I'd call or think as a true friend. I am, however, quite fortunate to have true friends, back home - the ones I've known since kindergarten, who know everything about my life - the present & the past. Sometimes just being in the presence of friends can uplift moods, bring about a hearty smile and wash away many worries.

Sorry if none of the above make sense. Someone at blogworld once said, writing down our thoughts, helps understand and identify better. No better place to do so, than my casual little blog space.

flowers in the sand

Flowers in the Sand is one of those feel good blogs I've come across. Its author Frances Gunnison grew up in the suburbs of NYC and now lives in AUH/UAE. Personally, I find such pleasure and calm, reading thru her posts and view the photographs on her blog. It helps bring homes a lot closer - the world is indeed becoming a smaller place.

One of my favourite blogs is that of Ammaro, a top Bahraini blogger. This particular post, in my opinion, was quite well written, honest and well debated/argued - pleasure reading.

optimist

I like having an optimist,or perhaps two, around. Someone with a positive outlook on life. Someone who shall always find something positive in a given bleak situation, look at the sunny side of everything and make that sense of optimism shine an extra bit. Someone who can just be as enthusiastic/happy/content given smiles & success of others as you are about your own. Someone perhaps too positive to give into worry, anger, angst or fear.

I've always had an optimist who guided silently thru life. And though I've not had constant direct guidance come my way often, I've seen and experienced she help and talk people into a positive frame of mind. She spoke her mind and held her own thru worried times, neck above water and emotions at bay. And though she has extended more than she could afford toward those less optimistic and to those who've wronged her, she's often been an optimist to many I've known. She isn't perfect, given any stretch, but she is fine. She found words and help find the spirit, if not the perfect solution, and help those feel the spirit of optimism.

Personally, in a way, I find it sort of surprising, 'cause I quite didn't realize or think much of all the above, until way thru in life, more so recently. Hence this simple post & few casual thoughts to mom, whom I've come to realize as the eternal optimist.

tequila ville week 1

I've been in Mexico City (MC) the past week on business, probably stay thru the following week as well. This is my second visit to MC, the first was about 5 years back for a couple of days.

Whilst in MC, one can sense the deep rooted culture, a sense of strong family ties, and respect amongst common folk (as far as I can tell from local lingo/gestures). A lot of social importance is extended towards education, certain professions and social togetherness in the community. Mexicans take a lot of pride in their nation's history, culture and lifestyle. Ways of life in Mexico includes many features from the nation's Amerindian past to the Spanish colonial days. And in a way, I sort of sense quite a few of the above missing in the US - probably given the US is a much younger nation and a melting pot of immigrants & cultures from a hundred nations or more.

The past week has been a mixed bag - unfortunately, I fell sick given the change in weather and apparent bacteria in the air & water. Supposedly an ancient curse (Montezuma's revenge) that falls on most newbies visiting Mexico :) Besides that, it has been quite enjoyable - am loving discovering Central/South American culture and ways of life.

Work takes most of time - people at work are extremely accommodating. We are chauffeured to & from work - none of that car rental, drive to work and possibility of being lost in a new city scenarios. Mornings, we are served with fresh pot of coffee and cookies, people stop by every now and then, ensure we've got information to complete what we are here for - all quite professional and courteous.

Given that I do not speak Spanish, and very few speak proper English - most go out of their way to accommodate, especially the folks at the apartment complex – all of which feel quite hospitable. I sort of have an odd time with room service - often they'd serve something completely different to that of the actual order. For instance, a request for plain pancakes with some syrup on the side - turned into pancakes and eggs benedict topped with bacon, all of which I send back. Request for a large cup of coffee and some cream on the side, turned into a tiny espresso shot and a large glass of milk. To ease pains, the front office manager took upon herself to translate room service requests - she is absolutely patient & lovely.

As for my ego and self esteem, well they've had an unexpected boost! Needless to say, some Mexican "Chicas" are quite exotic - apparently, the ones at work and at the complex find me in good taste (to put it mildly). I've been asked out for dinner by a few - innocent flirtatious queries if am single, age, background, family, accent - yup loving it :)

I have not had the chance to explore the city – primarily because friends continue to warn on roaming about the city by myself, apparently kidnapping of newbies/foreigners for ransom is a national sport! Hence on weekends, I read, watch tele or go for a run around the neighbourhood.

Experienced the first earthquake this evening. Being on the 8th floor the building slightly swayed on all directions - felt surreal. At first thought, it felt like a dizzy spell, but as the chap stick rolled off the coffee table, I went uh-oh? Earthquakes are quite frequent in MC - this one was a mild tremor.

Just got back from dinner with colleagues. Dined at the most beautiful restaurant experience ever - an Italian-Mexican fusion of sorts, with musicians and all. The restaurant's one hundred year old Spanish quarter home surrounds a magnificent tree-shaded courtyard. Its dining area scattered through the building afford views of the patio, aged trees, local cobblestone streets and culture rich romantic plazas - the walls of the dinning area are mostly aged, exposed brick - all of which brought about a soulful charm.

The weather is lovely, feels like tail end of UAE winter – the beginning of spring.

It has been an interesting week to say the least - am going to be in MC thru next few weeks. Hope to visit the pyramids, town of San Angel, where Frida Kahlo lived and the Aztec Museums.

regrets

There are a few things most people look back in life and wish they could have done differently - there are also those who can look back on their lives and say if they had to do it all over again, they wouldn't do anything differently. I am not one of those, I've got the share of regrets.

As an immature 21 year old, who refused to spend Christmas with an unwell grandpa, tops my list. The following summer I learnt it was Grandpa's last Christmas. Regret taught me quite a bit on a single day. It did enhance value & importance towards people who matter. It helps mature, be stronger - yet remain humble and softer in this short visit called life.

The more I think about it, the more I realize regret is perhaps a forgetful, subtle yet powerful emotion. People hardly share regrets with similar intensity as love, hate, anger or frustration. That said - regret is instructive for you to a point. After that, it becomes self-punishment. What's done is done, and there's no escaping that fact, have got to move with the experience, which leads me to believe, regret is remorseful, yet possibly a melancholic success.

making up minds

Think, I have finally said something I have always known, but perhaps never chose to believe. Fellow blogger Proud Emirati had this post @ UAECB on demographic imbalance.

Just a heads up, it could be a touchy debate.

Though not a simple task given any stretch, I believe it shall be for the better for all (citizens & those expatriates) should the government put forth honest thoughts & prospective plans in order to have a demographic balance. Personally, in my mind, I believe the concept of constant temporariness, which has forever been attached to the UAE, shall be removed to a large extent. Below is a response to Proud Emirati's post @ UAECB.

"Indeed true PE: do the powers, believe in all this? I think whatever can be done to minimize the drastic imbalance is quite fine - after all, one shouldn't feel alien in one's own home.

That said, on one hand you've got all this crazy construction and the world's largest airport with Emirates beefing up it's fleet - on the other, you've got to tackle imbalance. Simple math, dictates imbalance is set to continue.

There isn't much the govt can do, unless they decide, to slow down growth and the economy. It is your leaders who wish to grow and propel the economy - I think it's a brilliant idea. However, bottom line, your govt or the UAE cannot do so, without external help. Think of it this way - an economy with say a million people isn't much of a market for major businesses to operate. People and their spending power make an economy.

"I don't think that expatriates should feel threatened because..."

You need to partly realize, end of the day, people shall move to work and make a living where they are comfortable. To be quite honest, the concept of "constant temporariness" what makes the UAE least attractive. For instance, I was born there, I was raised there - and I moved out 7 years ago. There have been opportunities, and I shall admit, plenty of heartfelt sentiments to return - however, I haven't given in. Am fine where I am.

What am saying is - take a stand, implement it, and be honest about it."

week two

Met up with friends for lunch this afternoon at Paramount, a Lebanese joint at Mississauga (a suburb west of Toronto). Friends discovered the place recently. Food and drinks were yummy, the place was pretty full, with healthy flow of people – we had music and were treated to new drinks on the menu. Felt great to have some Arab cuisine after a while.

Felt nice to catch up with friends, who seem to be settling into lives of home, career and family. A few are expecting – so that was the news of the day. A few bought homes and hope to walk down the aisle soon and one decided to part ways with her significant other.

The weather hasn’t been great past couple of days - it’s been raining all day today. I've got to attend a dinner this evening at Hemingway's, a really nice rooftop patio/bar kind of place. Great food, drinks and ambiance. However, am just beat and lazy - feel like ordering in some Sushi, from across on Yonge (room service sucks) a decaff, a choc cake - and watch tele in my PJ’s at the hotel. Quite honestly, don't feel like socializing this evening, it's still raining and cold. Need a believable excuse and skip tonight’s dinner – thoughts anyone?

Being in Toronto is sort of relaxing. It does not have the mad rush, crowd and pushiness of NYC. Often, being here I learn to walk slower, be nicer and a bit calmer. The city has a much slower pace – personally, it feels a positive change, though after a while, I just have to get back to the hustle/energy of a larger city.

I’ve always believed Ontario/Canada is a healthy place to live, raise a family, though I do hopelessly wish the government did more to propel an economy – do away with the passiveness it's always had. Ontario is a nice place, it's huge. Toronto isn't bad, though not much has changed since mom bought me here the first time, back in '82, except there are newer condos on every inch of downtown, cost of living has sky rocketed and the infrastructure is falling apart. Compared to most global or emerging cities, personally, I find Toronto quite passive and perhaps lethargic - quite socialist, over shadowed by powerful cities of the neighbour south.

There is much Canada can achieve - given it’s vast oil resources across Alberta, the financial industry across Ontario and other natural resources across the country.

That said - it is truly one of the most beautiful places in the world. If and when I am done with career quest, have some extra $$ (and in the unholy event UAE becomes totally unaffordable, banishes me or both) I'd hope to retire somewhere around the Canadian Rockies. Yup, it’s been an alternative, ever since I took a cross country trip. Someday, I hope to have this cozy tiny cabin, over looking crystal pristine lakes, snow capped mountains, wild life, blue skies, pine trees as far as the eye can see - and my two dogs. Canada perhaps is a better place to retire - touch base with your soul and walk into the sunset of one's life.

rambling nothings

Allo peeps, apologies, been MIA.....apparently, no reason.

Been a strange week at work and elsewhere - nothing way out of the usual, teensy weensy stuff had me going - WTF, more than I'd like to.

Anyhoooo, it's almost quarter past 11 in the evening, am busy packing - heading up to Toronto, tomorrow morning (Saturday the 5th) for couple of weeks, on business (as well as a bit of bleasure).

A friend is walking the plank - I mean down the aisle. Even though I think she is doing it more out of s-h-e-e-r desperation, I have to be there for support - support as in talk her to abort, as well as throw in a prayer the groom doesn't show up. Believe me you, given the player history the dude's got on his resume, a prayer is for her own good (am not a bad person, really, I care a lot about my friends). Then again, who am I kidding – am done with all the talking/praying/*cough* threats *cough* *ahem* blackmail *cough* over the past 5 months, so now, I wish her the best, whilst fully knowing in my heart - two years, tops!

This time of the year, the weather in the city (as in NYC, the real city, TO in comparison, is a village) is heavenly. Spring is almost upon us - reminds of subtle winter days in the UAE - which, usually is my favourite time of the year. I was hoping to be part of a project and trip to the ME region this month, however plans changed, instead a few colleagues are heading to UAE, Qatar and KSA *throws head into pillow, sulks/cusses/whines* - saao now, am heading to TO, Chicago and LA - yup, on the road 4 to 6 weeks - wohoo! heh...

Anyhooo, need to wrap the packing, check documentation, and some more documentation –remind myself of a possible, piss off question/answer session, perhaps a luggage search or both (with a French speaking security superstar at TO's arrivals). Hopefully shan’t take long. Plan to drive into downtown, check in - unpack - get some sleep, yup that's right, some sleep - groom up a bit – slip into the Tux and head off to the plank walk.

Need to hit the sack - beyond beat, nightly night again.