Friday, March 27, 2009

Rain drops for thought


I reached office fairly early today : 6:20 AM - and the light drizzle had already transitioned to torrential scales...(when do I get to have my own office so that I could sleep all way up to 10....?? hmm.. need to seriously brainstorm on this one). My initial mood of accomplishing 2 particular tasks at work did not seem appealing any more and I was overwhelmed by the familiar cozy rainy day emotions.

The thunderstorms had started the previous day evening and we were all in the balcony watching kids freaking out in the rain, my sis almost got lucky when the chocolates she dropped from the third floor didn’t hit the kids below...boy, that could have been fatal (thanks to the wind shear :P ). She wanted to give the next door Pakistani kids some chocolates, but they were already down by the time the chocolates were procured - our Pakistani neighbor Sameena was leaving UAE due to the aftermath of financial crisis on their family business, her hubby decided to send the family back - they have 3 cute little kids, 1 boy n 2 girls - the 2 little sisters are really pretty with blue eyes n all and my little nephew Alen gets all shy n devotional when they occasionally show up at home :).

Sis was bit upset as her sweet friend next door was leaving - I hardly ever got to see this neighbour as she is an extremely traditional Muslim lady - she will run for life if she detects a stranger in an approximate radius of 500m. Since my sis does not grasp Urdu language and Sameena does not understand much of my sisters English, their shortlived friendship was pretty eventful :).

Back to rain - though I`m tempted to write about the romantic, nostalgic aspects of rainy days, I must temporarly annihilate those, read on -


Rain brings a refreshing mood to the residents blessed generously with harsh dusty summers here. The charm wears off pretty soon, once their cars struggle coping with the new responsibility of performing as boats - rain does cause havoc in the desert infrastructure - the drainage system usually will be clogged up with sand when nature randomly decides to send rains in this part of the world - causing large-scale flooding of roads and low lying terrains(read - flooding enough to drown the exhaust pipes of an average car). Last January people were stranded in major highways for almost a day - the morning journey to office ended up in flooded roads and the cars wont move, no matter what! Imagine this - no drinking water, no food and one cannot step out into the muddy water for a whole day - thankfully my boss allowed a day off that day. God bless him and his family ;).






But, that said, rain is so dear to me - a soothing reminder of that beautiful place I left back - the land of monsoons...missing all those rain clouds and associated memories :(


Friday, March 20, 2009

Convocation


Talk about generation gap.

The little blue colored invitation on the table reads - 'Bluebells nursery, requests the pleasure of your company at the, BLUEBELLS 6TH BATCH GRADUATION CEREMONY 2009.'

hehe, now who is being sarcastic here? - My 3.5 year old nephew Alen stops at "con...." and looks at me with a cute face full of doubt and curiosity, when I tease him to pronounce 'convocation'. So we have "graduation" from playschool now - probably a kid will be graduated on or before birth, by the time Alens will have his own kids - as if, next generation does not have enough reasons for hoping. :P

Couple months back, they had a "mini Olympics" in the playschool, which still brings a grin. 3 kids were taking part in a race - the idea is to run about 20 meters in the demarcated courtyard to collect matching fruits, shapes etc, resembling the ones in their hands. Half way through the race, parents started clapping so as to encourage the kids, and on hearing the applause, one of the contestants aborted his mission, faced the crowd beaming with pride, and started clapping along with...:P – and lolz, most of the kids, while collecting their prizes, were wailing uncontrollably, unable to suppress their emotions!!!

I have asked my sis to maintain a diary for little Alen's playschool life, so that she could blackmail him when he is bigger. The kid accompanied with actions, narrates how Lavina Sreenivasan(class mate) saved his day from class bullies, how his teacher picked him and made him to sit along with her for being persistently naughty etc...& you should see how he blushes as he is interrogated about his crush Dabitha (school van mate).

hmm…by this pre KG training, he has picked up few skills viz, inventing his own language to fill gaps, loud bathroom singing, ensuring gifts from his mumma for going to school and above all, he has become more English language oriented. At home we all decide to talk to him in English from time to time, but find ourselves surrendering to the resistance from our all knowing mother tongue Malayalam in no time - perhaps there's some negative spell over the family.... :P

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Police


The day started off very pleasant - me, mahesh n anlal (DAMn or MAD ?) as we fondly call the trio), had planned a weekend getaway to any place far from the sore buildings. Just after flinging stuff in the trunk and starting the engine - I was delighted to see the broken front windshield - something had fell on the glass from the flat above...nice...my daughter is hurt (my friend Jiju regards his car as his daughter, and you should listen to his melting voice as he says "ente mol"...well, I wouldn’t drive my daughter over a curb and turn her handicapped...Lol he did that couple months before - dad dozed off!

999 - Emergency no. nobody picks up - hmm...its weekend.
next practical idea is to visit nearest police station for reporting vandalism. In UAE if u need to mend any damage to your vehicle in a garage/service centre, you should have clearance paper from the traffic police - green paper ( not your mistake), red paper (your mistake). Our trip was now being delayed - dragged my friend Anlal and rushed to the station - the guy there asked us to show up in the afternoon.

After our trip we returned to the same police station. The customer service guy asked us to wait in the lobby - unlike police stations back in our land, here the ambience is like any other decent office. There were some snack-beverage vending machines to our side - so, we had coffee and like good citizens dropped the plastic cups in the nearby bin. A bit while later, a young Arabic speaking officer in uniform, almost in his teens came and used the vending machine adjacent to the beverage one, and that was when it struck us...!!!...we had mistaken the swing door of that vending machine as trash bin and had dropped the used coffee cups there - exactly where the guy would now probe his hands to collect his chips and chocolate........................................!

we looked at each other....heyy..no, no, no... the coffee cups wont be thaaat warm...and observed the guy, trying not to display the mixed feelings on our faces. We were giving live commentary in Malayalam, looking as innocent as possible. A casual onlooker would not doubt if we were worried more about who the next prime minister would be, in the 2009 general elections...in fact we were concerned only about one thing - would it be politically "safe" to laugh at a police officer inside a police station? or not to??? soon that poor guys surprise turned to disgust as he passionately discovered the evidence.....thankfully, he did not make a scene and instead made sure no one noticed and left the extra stuff where he found those, and walked off with an air of dignity...

probably this crime does not qualify for an arrest... ?

the interrogation by another officer regarding the broken wind shield did not take much long - he was very polite in asking me "shall I write your mistake?" - I was surprised, hey, I had been behaving so politely, opening all doors for him and stuff like that...so I looked in his eyes and said romantically - "please..." (as sweet as i could manage)...and he retorted rudely "shu please??" - aware of my fluent Arabic skills, I smiled at him :) - (all I can say in arabic with confidence is "ana fyahamtha aish thagoola!!!" - I`m not sure if this has the same meaning in Arabic as I understand it)

after the little drama, the gentleman gave me green paper - doesn’t make any difference cuz, be it red or green - insurance is going to pay...