Saturday, February 28, 2009


I dont know why this topic is such a new deal to so many people I know. So many people with so many varied thoughts about the age-old tradition of body-coverage. In no way did I intend to hurt emotions when, as a child, I referred to them as walking ovens. I said this because as a child I was once made to wear a long black dress because I was Morticia Adams and I hated how hot it felt in that colour. Its a different matter that black is now beautiful to me. But after realising that these women had to follow a tradition that meant for them to stay covered in every manner. Im not a pro on Purdah but I learnt a few things from some friends. I even modelled for a UK based designer for Abayas and Hijabs.

The abaya is an overgarment worn by some women in parts of the Islamic world. It is the traditional form of hijab, or Islamic dress, for many countries of the Arabian peninsula such as the United Arab Emirates, where it is the national dress. Traditional abayas are black, and may be either a large square of fabric draped from the shoulders or head, or a long caftan. The abaya covers the whole body except the face, feet, and hands. It can be worn with the niqab, a face veil covering all but the eyes. Some women choose to wear long black gloves, so their hands are covered as well.
Women who really mean it, choose to wear it themselves. They follow it strictly. There was something I found out a year back, which made me realize why they need to wear them.

Most of these women are so beautiful. They have such amazing skin. They have perfectly curved lashes and are fair with the perfect set of eyes. The way they put kohl in their eyes, its mesmerizing. I speak of the few arab women I have seen in washrooms at the big malls when they take off their hijabs. I know im basing this on just a few women I have seen. I dont care what you think. I am floored!!!

And this is me in an outfit.... looking like a misfit! I miss out on the fair skin and since i have never worn it before, I was uncomfortably wearing it.

I would like anyone to tell me if im politically incorrect here.... Thanks..

And I wait for you....

These Images say so much in just one tear, or one look...

One thing they all say...

I waited for you...
And the mail-man brought your letter,
I waited for you,
And I read your second letter,
I waited for you,
Not a soul in the horizon,
Just the wind...
just the petals of flowers after the spring had left,
Just the warm sea moisture in my hair,
and I waited for you more...
and you never came...
But I'm still here...
Hope will not let me defy my promise...
You taught me to keep my promise...
And I am waiting...

How can I go on..?

He promised me he would come back...
How can I be brave when my daddy didn't get a chance to teach me how...?

Who is going to take him to football practice?
Just one tear...

Anticipation of some sign.... that you haven't forgotten me...

How does one go on without a soul?

And it was all for you once upon a time...


Disclaimer: The poetry is mine. I have found these images over the internet and I am aware that it probably has a copyright(that I did not find) and is someone else's art work, but this is me not using it for commercial purposes.

Only In India

I know, I know, very cliche. But do I look like I care if you have already seen it??? See it again!
I think our country has a funky thing going on there...

Well its kinda permission given to him...

He's richer than me too!

He even has his portable ashtray!! So convenient ainnit?

Friday, February 27, 2009

I just found this out!

The Meaning of Google"Googol" is the mathematical term for a 1 followed by 100 zeros. The term was coined by Milton Sirotta, nephew of American mathematician Edward Kasner, and was popularized in the book, "Mathematics and the Imagination" by Kasner and James Newman. Google's play on the term reflects the company's mission to organize the immense amount of information available on the web.

is indeed derived from Googol

10000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000.Yes, that is 100 zeros!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Love - Hate

The irony of this image speaks so loud. I want one of these and I will make sure I get myself one made by someone.

Disclaimer:I have found this interesting image over the internet and I am aware that it probably has a copyright(that I did not find) and is someone else's art work, but this is me not using it for commercial purposes.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Internet woes

I think I can say this is in response to a friend’s blog at where he was talking about Customer Service. I was on the phone for 30 minutes trying desperately to get an answer to my simple question. "What is the problem?"
Today Dubai faced a big problem with the Etisalat network over the internet. For about two hours I was stranded on my desk without internet and I realize how much I actually depend on it for all my work. What sucks is that I had been stranded yesterday with Gmail and wasted 2 hours of my time, for which I had to stay an hour longer in the office afterwards. Today too, I have lost my patience and that is why I decided that writing about may help me calm down. You know what really got me was the fact that Etisalat is such a monopoly that if the servers are down you have no choice except to wait. And when you have a crisis, getting through the customer care lines is like running in water! And you know this funny thing happened while I was waiting on hold, waiting for the agent to answer me. A recorded message was playing that said this, “If you are having problems with your internet connecting and if your internet is not working, you can solve this yourself by downloading the Etisalat Esupport. Just visit our website at” How the FUCK are we supposed to do that if we DON’T have internet??? I can rant all I want about how we depend on the internet so much for all our work and I can whine about it everyday, but when the boss is on my head for a deadline, just like he is right now, I know that I will be back on just that within seconds.

Irony isn’t it, im writing about how I depend on the internet and here I am voicing it out on the same thing!!!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Je suis assis ici, à mon bureau, et je me rends compte combien je dépendra de mon compte Gmail. . Tout ce que je fais est lié à. Nous le faisons pour nous-mêmes, encore et encore. Nous avons trop de confiance.

Je pense que nous sommes devenu stupide. Avec toutes nos connaissances sur la technologie, nous avons tendance à nous laisser notre intelligence sur l'étagère. Le temps a changé. Je dois parler à mon client, qui ne me parler par l'intermédiaire de Gmail, et je suis ici, près de ma date et je ne peux pas accéder à mon travail.

Comprenez-moi bien. Je suis simplement parce que l'écriture, ce jusqu'à mon Gmail s'ouvre, je suis sans rien à faire!

And now I'll say the cliché of clichés! Please excuse my french!

Monday, February 23, 2009

A beautiful "revelation"

I saw this on a Website just now. Its called and teh work here is really amazing. I sometimes think thoughts like these but not as creatively. And I have never thought of sitting to write them down for real when I think them. This man has done a great job at making people see the obvious and notice it well enough to understand it.

Go to the link.
You may just like it. It sure is keeping me entertained.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

A new day... Again

This evening, a Friday and the weekend for me as I am now in the UAE, I sat to browse through my blog finally after so many months... And I think to myself, what makes me stop writing? What makes me start in the first place. Today what made me start is the simple reason, I felt it was necessary. I have been emotionally disturbed over the past few weeks about my whole move to Dubai. It hurt because I'm in the country which is a stranger to me, I am here with no friend, no one to turn to when I just need to vent. And if you know me, you know very well that I, being the person I am, I NEED to vent.
This, writing, is my only chance of keeping sane. I dont care about anyone reading this and saying "Oh that's so immature" cos they dont know what it is I feel right now. So I finally mustered up the courage to write, so what if it is utter rubbish? I wont always rant about my woes of being all alone in the night and missing my mommy beside me, I wont keep whining about how the silence in the bus kills me on my way back from work, I wont sob about how I need to hold his hand. I still am my fun-self. And I need to write to keep that alive.
This right here is a way of me speaking out to a lot of people at the same time, given that I am unable to do it over the phone thanks to the exorbitant cost of long-distance calls. It is also a way of me realizing what I went through and how I feel when I am in rage or down in the dumps. Because like any other human, I am not myself when I am emotional or better yet, when I'm under the influence of alcohol(these will be the times that I will write the most). It will be great therapy for me.

Today while I sat at Starbucks at City Centre, all alone for 3 hours, I began writing and I wrote so much, I refused to stop. But all that I wrote today wont go up now. Its a project I have taken up and will complete and after censoring most of it, the basic parts will go up. If you crave for more after that, I'll publish it and you can then buy it. Yes, truly I do intend on writing a book but I doubt I will ever publish it. Not out of fear, but... well once you will see what its about, you will know why. This is all for now.

J'espère que demain est un jour meilleur!
Jusque-là, au revoir mes chéris!