How much...just how many days, hours, seconds and mili-seconds would I have let gone just by doing NOTHING!
And I mean.. absolutely NOTHING..!!!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
It's a brand brand world out there.
In 1998, when I went to school in Sharjah, it was not only about the education. Society pressured me to look a certain way to fit in with my peers. A jean cloth backpack with numerous pockets with atleast a dozen funky keychains hanging from the zips. Didn’t matter how my hair was done but yes the only accessory we doted on were our Baby- G Casio watches and our version of Monolo's were the Doc Martin boots.
So when I had my lunch date with myself at one of the finest cafe's in the Jumeirah beach area, I was ready with all the "by yourself" meal weapons. I carried my laptop,a book and had the numbers handy of those people whom I had to "catch up" with. But surprisingly I didn't need to use my weapons of mass dining. I had other things which regaled me.
Dubai is well-known for it's beautiful cosmopolitan women. Here, everyone just has the famous "America's next top model" makeover everyday. Women ARE conscious about the way they look and aren't afraid to show it or shall I say spend it. So when I noticed the table next to me occupied by a bunch of 17 year olds it was then I realised how they started young to keep up the reputation and how it had jumped 10 steps ahead.
There they were. Each part of their body was reeking of a brand. Louis Vuitton bags were resting on the chairs safely,Gucci watches were telling the time, Aldo and some of them even Jimmy Choos' resided south of their ankles, IPhones displayed in a line on the table, Prada sunglasses stylishly perched on their heads, couture which represented half the clothing line from the fall collection in the Milan Fashion Week, french manicures flaunted by the gestures they made and the MAC gloss was reuniting with the lips every 15 minutes.
What happened? Were we the last generation who actually saved up our allowance to get our favourite pairs of pants from "Splash"? Did we actually consider getting our eyebrows done a breakthrough makeover?
These and many other questions cropped up in my head and I could come up with just no reason why had the scenario changed drastically. I was glad I couldn't. I liked it this way.
Fashion brands are,definately, the new Martians who’ve taken over our planet and the new generation of the most hip city in the Middle East, Dubai, proves it.
So when I had my lunch date with myself at one of the finest cafe's in the Jumeirah beach area, I was ready with all the "by yourself" meal weapons. I carried my laptop,a book and had the numbers handy of those people whom I had to "catch up" with. But surprisingly I didn't need to use my weapons of mass dining. I had other things which regaled me.
Dubai is well-known for it's beautiful cosmopolitan women. Here, everyone just has the famous "America's next top model" makeover everyday. Women ARE conscious about the way they look and aren't afraid to show it or shall I say spend it. So when I noticed the table next to me occupied by a bunch of 17 year olds it was then I realised how they started young to keep up the reputation and how it had jumped 10 steps ahead.
There they were. Each part of their body was reeking of a brand. Louis Vuitton bags were resting on the chairs safely,Gucci watches were telling the time, Aldo and some of them even Jimmy Choos' resided south of their ankles, IPhones displayed in a line on the table, Prada sunglasses stylishly perched on their heads, couture which represented half the clothing line from the fall collection in the Milan Fashion Week, french manicures flaunted by the gestures they made and the MAC gloss was reuniting with the lips every 15 minutes.
What happened? Were we the last generation who actually saved up our allowance to get our favourite pairs of pants from "Splash"? Did we actually consider getting our eyebrows done a breakthrough makeover?
These and many other questions cropped up in my head and I could come up with just no reason why had the scenario changed drastically. I was glad I couldn't. I liked it this way.
Fashion brands are,definately, the new Martians who’ve taken over our planet and the new generation of the most hip city in the Middle East, Dubai, proves it.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Baby talk.
After being married for over 2 years, its hard as it is to dodge people who judge you if you don't decide to occupy your life with a baby and to make it more torturous,you have other couple friends who already got pregnant in their first trimester after their wedding.
So when my new married and pregnant or already delivered friends asked me to join them for lunch on a saturday afternoon, I knew that this was going to be a conversation where i'll have to fake smile and put all my knowledge of watching 'A baby story' on discovery to great use.
So the conversations were all about the best playschools,the ideal pampers, the first signs of cold and other deseases that they can catch at the creche, the breastfeeding and the advantages of it...and it went on and on while I quietly relished on my pesto pasta wishing that I have come up with one of my excuses which could be a manicure appointment or cooking for the husband, maybe even with a fake fever . But no excuse could be stronger than "a baby emergency" one. Every one of these friends of mine used it.
And before you know it, lunch dates are being cancelled,have to re-schedule shopping days, everything is accoding to feeding time or school time. I'm aware that you do tend to revolve your days and time around the infants but truthfully..
So are babies an excuse for every woman to cut off from their non-pregnant or their single friends? A part of me hopes not..but a part of me seriously hopes it is.
So when my new married and pregnant or already delivered friends asked me to join them for lunch on a saturday afternoon, I knew that this was going to be a conversation where i'll have to fake smile and put all my knowledge of watching 'A baby story' on discovery to great use.
So the conversations were all about the best playschools,the ideal pampers, the first signs of cold and other deseases that they can catch at the creche, the breastfeeding and the advantages of it...and it went on and on while I quietly relished on my pesto pasta wishing that I have come up with one of my excuses which could be a manicure appointment or cooking for the husband, maybe even with a fake fever . But no excuse could be stronger than "a baby emergency" one. Every one of these friends of mine used it.
And before you know it, lunch dates are being cancelled,have to re-schedule shopping days, everything is accoding to feeding time or school time. I'm aware that you do tend to revolve your days and time around the infants but truthfully..
So are babies an excuse for every woman to cut off from their non-pregnant or their single friends? A part of me hopes not..but a part of me seriously hopes it is.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
In another place altogether...
It's dirty. The atmosphere isn't pleasant. There's racism,hostility, coldness and dirt..everywhere..everything is pathetic. Nothing is pretty..Nothing. The roads, the people, the infrastructure, the cars,the attitude, the lifestyle...nothing..absolutely nothing worth fighting or staying happy for.
No friends,No foes, No work, No future, No help, No support, No love, No emotion, No fun, No where to go, No one to talk, No one to hold, No one to laugh with, No one to cry with ..No one worth living with..Here..it's blur...Here..it's hell.
I'm angry. I'm angry with myself. I'm angry that I didn't think this over. I'm angry that I left my loved ones to suffer,thinking that it might be for the better. Clearly, it wasn't. I'm angry with no future planned out. I'm angry with not being serious. I'm angry ..I'm just so angry.
It's a dead end now. Don't know where to go, Don't know what to do. Am all by myself and need to solve this..fast or else it'll be too late. I'm afraid..it already is.
No friends,No foes, No work, No future, No help, No support, No love, No emotion, No fun, No where to go, No one to talk, No one to hold, No one to laugh with, No one to cry with ..No one worth living with..Here..it's blur...Here..it's hell.
I'm angry. I'm angry with myself. I'm angry that I didn't think this over. I'm angry that I left my loved ones to suffer,thinking that it might be for the better. Clearly, it wasn't. I'm angry with no future planned out. I'm angry with not being serious. I'm angry ..I'm just so angry.
It's a dead end now. Don't know where to go, Don't know what to do. Am all by myself and need to solve this..fast or else it'll be too late. I'm afraid..it already is.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I want out.
It's uncomfortable now.
Suffocating, more like it.
The hostility is in the air.
It's hard to breathe.
It feels alienated here.
Doesn't feel too good.
It's lonely here.
Suffocating, more like it.
The hostility is in the air.
It's hard to breathe.
It feels alienated here.
Doesn't feel too good.
It's lonely here.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Mental Torture.
When you belong to a typical religious cultured family, that's fate. But when you chose to belong to one out of , i don't know,maybe "love", that is the stupidest thing you could ever do in your life.
I,and have no qualms in saying this, am that stupid person.
I love my husband. I do. But living with his family who, obviously, have a weird mind of their own is a disaster.
I like to be cultured, but at the same time I'd like to see myself possessing some manners. However, this doesn't seem to remotely exist in the opposition party.
It can be okay ,at times, to overlook it, maybe even good to whine about it from time to time but you definately can't ignore it. It would be hard to.
No there is nothing wrong with me.. what's wrong is these people acting as though they have got up and come from a village and are absolutely illiterate. That would have been comforting though. That would have been a resonable explanation for their manners or rather in this case, the sheer lack of it.
Wishing for this to get over won't be a practical thing to do ever and hoping for it to get better one day will be good faith but you don't know that for sure.
Till then, I will slowly seek my way into the mental asylum. That's the only way this road leads to.
I,and have no qualms in saying this, am that stupid person.
I love my husband. I do. But living with his family who, obviously, have a weird mind of their own is a disaster.
I like to be cultured, but at the same time I'd like to see myself possessing some manners. However, this doesn't seem to remotely exist in the opposition party.
It can be okay ,at times, to overlook it, maybe even good to whine about it from time to time but you definately can't ignore it. It would be hard to.
No there is nothing wrong with me.. what's wrong is these people acting as though they have got up and come from a village and are absolutely illiterate. That would have been comforting though. That would have been a resonable explanation for their manners or rather in this case, the sheer lack of it.
Wishing for this to get over won't be a practical thing to do ever and hoping for it to get better one day will be good faith but you don't know that for sure.
Till then, I will slowly seek my way into the mental asylum. That's the only way this road leads to.
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