Sunday, 30 September 2012

The view out of a panoramic window

Some of the most amazing features of traveling by public buses in Abu Dhabi (provided you're not crushed in between people during rush hour) are:
  1. Separate priority seating for ladies (sorry men, this is probably not an amazing feature of traveling in public buses in Abu Dhabi for you)
  2. Air conditioning
  3. The very definition of value for money (just 1 Dirham to go wherever in the city you want to go!)
  4. Not having to worry about the kings and queens of the road who are above us petty drivers and therefore do not have to obey any traffic rules
  5. The massive panoramic windows
I'm usually not very conversant while in a moving vehicle. I prefer to stare out of the window - even if I am taking the same route twice a day, everyday. This does not mean I am depressed or contemplating the great decisions of life. It just means that I am a little travel sick and prefer to look out the window at the world moving by me.

Today while I was sitting at my favorite seat next to the window on the bus with the massive panoramic windows, I was looking across the street at a little boy, not more than the age of 5, who seemed to be a little too happy for a Sunday. He was skipping and running and then skipping a little more with his small hands in the air and a massive smile on his face. He reached the end of the pavement and started bolting towards the other pavement that will take him to the pedestrian crossing. His expression changes from joyful to powerful as he uses all his stamina to speed across. What may seem like the speed of light to him, appeared to be rather slow to me, looking at all this happen from across the street waiting at the traffic lights. His leaps were actually short steps. At the same time, a black four wheel car approaches the corner. The same corner this little boy was trying to run across. The driver's eyes were on the traffic behind him, trying to judge if he would be able to join the main road or will have to wait for the other cars to pass by. He was not looking ahead of him. Even if he did, the boy was too little to be noticed. The child was still crossing the road. The car had not stopped.

He made it to the other side and the car was able to join the main road before the signal turned green. That has to be the longest 10 seconds of my life. The story does not end there. Where was the guardian of this child? He (the father, the brother, the uncle, the neighbor - whoever he was. He was a grown man) was a few meters away, swinging this child's school bag back and forth while typing/checking something on his mobile phone. He has no idea that the worst could have happened to this little child, who was also oblivious to the situation. He had speedily made it across the crossing, had his hands up in the air to show victory and was looking at the grown guardian person for acknowledgement (which he doesn't get either).


If the timings were wrong, imagine witnessing the body of the little boy who was too happy for a Sunday flying through the air.
If the timings were wrong, imagine the shock of the driver who did not expect that little boy in the middle of the curve as he came around.
If the timings were wrong, imagine the panic of the little boy who did not expect a big car to race towards him.

Please take care of yourselves when crossing the street or walking on pavements. Be mindful of those you are responsible for - children, the elderly or pets. Slow down, especially in residential areas or when turning a corner.

That message could be responded to later, or status updated afterwards. If you miss this traffic light, there will be another one in 45 seconds.
 
A body injured or a life gone is not worth any of this.

Monday, 24 September 2012

TV shows I miss the most




My family and I were flipping through the TV channels yesterday only to find that there wasn’t a single suitable program we could watch together (at that particular time)– there was either too much violence or too much romance or too much brainless-ness. I miss the good ol’ days before we discovered the ability to take advantage of the internet for streaming or downloading purposes. I miss those afternoons when we would gather to watch shows together after school or before going to bed.

It made me think about the TV Shows I miss the most. Here they are in no particular order:


  1. Lizzie McGuire
  2. Friends
  3. Sabrina the Teenage Witch
  4. Small Wonders
  5. The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
  6. The Cosby Show
  7. Full House
  8. Yan Can Cook (If Yan can cook, so can you!)
  9.  (I can’t believe I’m putting this down) The Bold and The Beautiful (before Taylor died and came back to life and Brook had babies with both of her daughter’s husbands and Ridge falls for the girl he once bought up as his daughter – before it got TOO messy and bought in too many new characters)
  10. Mad About You 
  11.  Dharma and Greg
  12. Saved By The Bell

I know some channels are airing these programs again, but we hardly ever gather to enjoy them anymore because a missed episode could easily be downloaded and seen some other time. The plots were simpler – yes, even The Bold and The Beautiful had simpler days (with cameras that gave them a glowing background, making them look like walking angels)!!

Anyway, three cheers for the awesome TV Shows of the (late 80s and) 90s! We miss you!

Sunday, 23 September 2012

A little souvenir from Pettah



It is amazing how I manage to meet friends who are visiting from outside the U.A.E, but do not seem to find the time to meet friends who are living in the U.A.E! I guess this is because, in my mind, I can meet friends who live in neighboring cities any time I wish, but I only get one chance to see friends who are here for a short period of time before they fill out their departure forms at the airport and take the next flight to another country in this beautiful world!
 
This weekend though, I decided nothing is going to stop me. I broke all barriers and stood against the procrastinating part of my being and sent out an email to friends proposing a potential meet up in Dubai (it’s always a potential plan – subject to change without prior notice due to either aunts and uncles deciding to visit suddenly or parents deciding at the last minute that letting a young unmarried girl go out will bring shame to the honor of our generations – past, present and future. Most of the time there won’t be an explanation though. A no could turn into a yes or a yes turn into a no and there is nothing you being the non-parent can do about it) and one of them was able to make it! We met at Deira City Center and then decided we want to try Granny’s Waffles (had the crepe with white chocolate sauce and pieces of fresh strawberries (the perfect kind – not too sweet, not too sour), topped off with a few drizzles of strawberry sauce – it was dreamily balanced and I highly recommend it) at Dubai Mall. We spent the next 5 hours amazed at how spontaneous we were with that plan and not being able to believe that we have actually finally really met up! Needless to say we were not even close to finishing all the things we wanted to discuss and plan and gossip about but we were happy souls with stars and rainbows and unicorns and all other pretty things sparkling from our eyes.

And the end of our lovely little reunion, I gifted her a little souvenir I picked up from Sri Lanka – a chubby little wooden elephant complete with tusks (not ivory) and all. I had got it from Pettah in Colombo. Pettah, as funny as it sounds, is the heart of bazaars in the capital city. Most of the locals still call it Main Street (or rather, maaiyn ishtreet) – a name apparently given to the area during the time of the British reign. It is located close to another area called Fort (another name given by the British I assume. It is known for being a commercial area. Although, I have never actually seen a fort in Fort!) which is where it gets the name Pettah from. Pettah is derived from the Sinhalese words Pita Kotuwa which means ‘outside the fort’. 

 
This area is filled with stores of every imaginable kind and truly tests both your bargaining and driving skills. What appears to be a two lane road will be filled with carts filled sky high with bundles of things pulled by men, trucks, vans, cars (4 wheel drives, little buggies and everything in between), autos (little 3 wheeled cross breed vehicle between bikes and cars), bicycles, motorbikes (that were built to carry two adults, but manage to carry two adults, 4 children, their school bags and this week’s grocery shopping), people (lots of people), dogs, cats and even crows! If you are able to drive through Pettah (highly not recommended) without damaging your vehicle, someone else’s vehicle or hurting/killing a person or animal – you should receive a gold coin! Also, the vendors are highly talented at separating those who are Sri Lankan, are Sri Lankan but don’t live in Sri Lanka, and non Sri Lankans. They then adjust the prices of what their selling accordingly.  You will be called ‘sister’, ‘madam’ and even ‘hello’ all in one sentence and asked to buy ‘just one, no’. It’s best to take a street smart local with you to reduce chances of being ripped off (I definitely was!).

Pictures do not even begin to capture the heat, sweat, hustle and bustle of Pettah! You will find yourself going in and out of different stores, stopping at the few air-conditioned ones to enjoy some cool air while pretending to be interested in the overly decorated yet very attractive sarees. Your shopping break will be a random stop at a stall to drink king coconut juice out of the actual coconut itself using a straw that would be highly contaminated by pollution but you convince yourself that wiping it with a tissue has cleaned it off all impurities. I don’t know if it is the natural awesomeness of the coconut juice or if indeed the impure straw does add some unknown magical flavor (I prefer to think it’s the former), but it is the most refreshing (and healthy) drink ever!

I enjoyed walking down Main Street, being introduced to shops where my grandfather, father and uncles used to do business or knew people who owned shops. It was an exciting challenge to make way for every other human and non-human while stopping at stalls and stores to sometimes buy and mostly practice my bargain skills. Pettah is definitely worth experiencing and if you are a good bargainer (and a Sri Lankan living in Sri Lanka), you can get great value for money!

I hope my friend liked her chubby little wooden elephant complete with tusks (not ivory) and all – it was bought from a place that is the heart of bazaars in Colombo, and probably the whole island of Sri Lanka.