Writings On The Wall
Not just some random thoughts…
Yeh hai bambai meri JAAN..
Aug 24th
People end there day with a blog, like Mr. Amitabh Bachan and i write it at 3 in afternoon. Thats what so unique about me. My mom always used to say i am different, though she meant it in a sarcastic way. But lol, i am different i guess.
So, yesterday, first day of week, was actually quite hectic. Yes, it was work, but not all work. The social obligations, the will to give back to society also had to be addressed. As well as a commitment with some friends for a long due dinner.
It started with a good news ofcourse. Getting the driving test date rescheduled is an achievement in itself. And my man for the job did that after a bit of drama. But all’s well when it ends well.
The appointments are, for a change, getting honoured this week, unlike a fortnight back. People seems to have finally settled in the business spirit after the vacation lay off.
Never expect, that way, you get satisfied easily. Thats exactly what happened on the social responsibility front. I didn’t expected anyone and i got a 8 times satisfaction. Things are good, taking shape.
Now, the dinner, well. Nothing beats live music, nothing. Ae dil hai mushkil, jeena yaha, Jara hatke, jara bachke, yeh hai bambai meri jaan. The requests were obliged instantaneously and never stopped actually. The good ol’ days. Memories remain.
Crashing at 2.30 and then getting up at 9 is what i hate most, but well, have to do it. Its about earning a bread (with some butter, jam, cheese etc). getting ready for another day.
TV’s Back
Aug 20th
LOL!! Yeah, atlast the problems with my satelite TV were fixed by two gentlemen who appeared out of nowhere. Gosh! Its hard to live without TV in these times. Imagine missing the moment of glory in Olympics or the probbing spell of Zaheer that made Jaya and Sanga look like debutants or Deco’s 27 metre near post netter in first EPL game. Well, TV again helps, with the relays ofcourse.
So, the misery continues, the long and agonising wait to get the driving test rescheduled is getting on my nerves. How senseless people can be sometimes? Specially when they are given undue power and authority. Guess thats how it works. The deserving never get the rightous.
Well, the weather is definately getting unpredictable. The Global Warming’s really affecting. How else would someone explain temperatures ranging from 36 to 24 degrees 24 hours hours apart? But for a change 36 degrees is welcomed in August.
Ramadan is someone all the people wait. Some for its auspisiousity, holiness, purity and some for the sheer fun of a good 4-5 days off. Its as eagerly anticipated every year as a Olympic Gold for US. Am looking forward to it, more so because it happens to be my birthday around as well.
The travelling time appears to be coming near. Well hate it, but have to.
Off for now!!
Back to Work
Aug 18th
Its good to be back to work after a gruelling week of extensive and unorganised travelling. A week off can do wonders to boring schedule and spring new ambitions and aspirations to front. Thats exactly what has happened.
Well, after the wet and quite cool India, its back to dry and very hot Dubai. Thats one part i hate most. From absolute 15 Degree, landing to 45 degrees is like going to Hell from Heaven. But i guess compromises are as necessary in one’s life as daily bread. And eventually we develop a habit of making compromises even when we deserve something rightously. Thats life.
So the presentation mechanism got a whole new look, and its much better than the earlier white plastics. The inventory got reshuffled and orgainsed. Its looking tidier now. Its time to get set fot the upcoming festive season. How world would be without festivals? I love them personally.
Personally, sunday couldn’t have been any better. First, revokcation of old associate, than Chelsea winning the season opener emphatically and to celebrate that, what can be better than a dinner at Jumeirah Beach Hotel with some ol’ buddies? Drinks and dance is the flavour of any party and it was none less at ours as well. One helluva time.
And then something pissing- someone calling you at 3.36 at night? And that also a wrong number! Sickening. Why can’t someone check the number before dialling. And why the hell do you call someone at the wee hours? Well the last question can have unlimited answers but yeah it was very irritating.
In India, Do as the Indians Do!!
Aug 16th
Ok!! So, the indian fairy tale / nightmare ends here. Being home is always like a fairy tale and Mumbai in Monsoon is always a nightmare. No point complaining, home is where heart is. So the indian love story is on pause for now.
The last 3 days were wonderful to say the least!! Freaking out with long lost school friends, a all boys party was something long cherished and accidentally fulfilled. Although the best of friends were missing, but, for a change, those present weren’t a let down either. The memories of good ol’ days crossed the hyper consciuos minds and are still very much in the horizon.
This was a Raksha Bandhan trip, which i mentioned a lot of times earlier as well. Infact this was the first time i was in deficit on an Indian trip in place of being with surplus like other times around. Infact i think Raksha Bandhan is not the best time for a India trip, but i ain’t complaining. I have atleast 10 strong threads and hopefully a lot more blessings guarding me for a year.
Love’s lost or perhaps a ray in the dark? Answers have to be given or doubts cleared, before its too late. But i surely learnt one thing, it happens.
The short trip was nice but whirlwind, waiting for the Eid Holidays (more anxiously my birthday, which conincedes 
), will hit back again for sure, atleast thats planned for now.
Ok, my first blog from India said try Boeing 777 AI 716 flight from Dubai to Mumbai, but i take it back. I took AI717 from Mumbai to Dubai and for the first time in my life, i felt that scarry feeling. The face-off with death, the fear of it sent me shivering and the crew shouting on radio made it even worse. Reporting bad weather when there was no sign of it at all. Anyways, i am stil recapturating from that. Gotta rush for another Raksha Bandhan tying, locally.
Enriching India
Aug 12th
I should have written a post every 4 hours , but instead i am writing this after 4 days! India is always a different experience and moreover if its Mumbai in Monsoon. The incessant rains and horrible infrastructure makes a complete nightmarish experience. Even the first impression leaves one wondering whether its India’s Financial Capital or some small city, century old Airport. Bombay, sorry, Mumbai need to learn from Evu (A small trading centre in China) first rather than dreaming of becoming Shanghai!! Its centuries behind and things are not looking good either. I am being realistic rather than pessimist as might sound.
Well the first day was horrible, An International Exhibition, that also of who’s who from the World’s Diamond and Gold Fraternity needs some proper management and more importantly some better timing. Mumbai is just fine, if the exhibition is organised in any other time of year. Mumbai in monsoons is something even the locals don’t like, forget the overseas visitor. But instead of organising the premium event in February, the GJEPC organises the Goa show for leisure rather than trade. Even a 5-year old kid in mumbai can do better than the event organisers. Pity, India is a democracy with more loopholes than fillers. Against expectation, the next Generations of the bureaucrats think even worse than them.
I might be a big critic if Indian political and Government administration system, but i can’t say the same about Indian Movie Industry. Well they surely knows how to make money, who cares about sensible cinema. The fact restrengthened after watching Singh is King- A flick with no story line, yet more than capable of attracting the crazy Indian Movie buffs to cinema halls. So much that we have to pay 150 bucks for a ticket of just 80. Well thats India. But the movie experience didn’t ended there, there was more in line. The Dark Knight certainly kept everyone on the edge of seats, even K-JO. Well a American dude would have not even slept if he would have walked out of a Beverly Hills theatre with Steven Spielberg, but K-JO ain’t Spielberg nor am i American. So it was nothing more than walking alongside a GAY Pansie in a comparatively less liberal society, but mind you he seemed definitely a Ladies Man.
On personal front, this one is a Rakshabandhan trip- the festival of empty pockets for brothers and BIG gifts for sisters. But i am not complaining. It feels good to have so many caring sisters- love ya all. So its time for time away from the wet weather to a relatively less watery place. But the jitters of going back are already felt and thats something i don’t want to think about right now.
And yeah, something to be complimented, next time if you are flying from Dubai to Mumbai, please try Air India’s AI716 Flight. If you can afford to leave at 5 from Dubai, its worth the time wasted at the Mumbai Airport, just the air hostess could have been better and polite and may be younger, not 50 +. But still the credit should be given to the State run airlines. Boeing 777 is something worth being proud of.
Signing off for now!!
