I felt it this morning, the dry air and scorching heat. It was as if there was a huge fire raging not far away, eating away all forms of life. Autumn is finally here. The temperature today was no less than 45C and one could potentially fry an egg on a car bonnett outside. I love it. And as crazy as it may sound, I love being outdoors in this dry weather when people would much rather stay put in their homes with the air conditioning on full blast.
People associate Spring as the start of life and love and happiness, but somehow for me even September has a powerful effect. For if it were not for the falling of leaves and the destructive forces of Autumn, there would never come the new life associated with Spring. A sense of quiet urgency grips me, the feeling that I must also act quickly to change my state and surroundings the way Mother Nature is doing all around.
In a way I always find myself falling in love in September. Be it with a person or a new idea, with the beautiful earth and with humankind in general. Somehow it is always Autumn when the realization hits hardest - that life is simply beautiful.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Traveling...again
I've been in Colombo for almost a week now, traveling for business. There’s tight security all over the city, random checks and police everywhere - one has to cross no less than three check-posts to get to the hotel I'm staying at, near the Presidential palace. Bombs go off in this city often, and while previously only government or military areas were targeted, recent attacks have been on civilians, in the markets or in buses and trains. YET what's baffling is that when given the choice between Colombo and Karachi for this meeting, Karachi was almost immediately written off as a security threat. I mean, honestly, when was the last time a bomb went off in Karachi market? There has been a civil war going on in the outskirts of Colombo for as far back as I can remember. In Pakistan the unrest has always been thousands of miles away from Karachi, and only recently in Islamabad/Pindi. Yet the general perception is that the entire Pakistan is totally unsafe and unfit for travel. Hmph! I mean, hmph!
That was my rant as a patriotic Pakistani.
Getting into my tourist mode, I'm actually very impressed with Colombo. The streets are clean and spotless, people are helpful, and everyone seems to be well educated here, Even the rickshaw drivers and thelay-walas speak good English. Despite all the security stops, one actually feels comfortable around these police officials (a lot of them are women). They are smartly dressed, speak very politely with everyone, show courtesy and even smile at you. When was the last time a police officer in Karachi did any of that?
Crap yar, whenever I travel in South Asia, I feel so totally bad about the state of affairs back home. I’m beginning to complain all over again, so think I’ll just shut up and go shopping.
That was my rant as a patriotic Pakistani.
Getting into my tourist mode, I'm actually very impressed with Colombo. The streets are clean and spotless, people are helpful, and everyone seems to be well educated here, Even the rickshaw drivers and thelay-walas speak good English. Despite all the security stops, one actually feels comfortable around these police officials (a lot of them are women). They are smartly dressed, speak very politely with everyone, show courtesy and even smile at you. When was the last time a police officer in Karachi did any of that?
Crap yar, whenever I travel in South Asia, I feel so totally bad about the state of affairs back home. I’m beginning to complain all over again, so think I’ll just shut up and go shopping.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Going truly mobile, without moving an inch
Technology. The world on my fingertips.
Here I am, lying sick in bed with a sore throat and viral infection, and therefore bored out of my mind. I reach out to my blackberry and start browsing; checking my mails, reading the newspaper online, viewing friends' latest facebook updates. Haven't had the time to blog for a while, so I go to blogger.com and realize with a pleasant surprise that with a few changes in settings I can actually update my blog via mobile as well. Hmm, let's see if this works.
What will they think of next?
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Saturday, June 07, 2008
Break Time
I've been taking a break. From the 'rat race' as they say. Woke up one day and decided I had to get out and take a breather. So here I am, in London. This place has some fantastic associations and memories. I've been coming here almost every summer while growing up, so it feels like home away from home. This is the first city I got to travel alone to, had my first McDonalds experience in, where I read my first Ludlum novel, watched a Bollywood film in a cinema first time, saw my first adult-rated movie and also first place I got expatriated to and tasted the true flavor of independent life.
Walking around Trafalgar, boating in Hyde Park, tea at Covent Garden, watching the punks at Camden town, shopping on Oxford street, I simply love this place in summer time. Driving to the outskirts and exploring Bath, Cambridge, Windsor, there's no better way to take a break. And the experience begins even before one steps off the plane, for the view of the city during landing is simply breath-taking, with rows of English houses with their red bricks and black chimneys lined up like Lego-land, surrounded by vast, lush greenery and the river Thames winding across the city like a snake. Add a few old bridges here and a castle or two there, and you're stepping into dreamworld.
I've been living in this dream for a week now, and another one to go before it's time to wake up and face the big bad world again.
Walking around Trafalgar, boating in Hyde Park, tea at Covent Garden, watching the punks at Camden town, shopping on Oxford street, I simply love this place in summer time. Driving to the outskirts and exploring Bath, Cambridge, Windsor, there's no better way to take a break. And the experience begins even before one steps off the plane, for the view of the city during landing is simply breath-taking, with rows of English houses with their red bricks and black chimneys lined up like Lego-land, surrounded by vast, lush greenery and the river Thames winding across the city like a snake. Add a few old bridges here and a castle or two there, and you're stepping into dreamworld.
I've been living in this dream for a week now, and another one to go before it's time to wake up and face the big bad world again.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Mumbai Magic
Every time I travel to Mumbai, I like it a little more than the previous visit. I remember the disappointment I felt the first time I was there, perhaps because I was expecting too much from this famous city. I was shocked at the small and narrow roads, the slums and filth smack next to 5-star hotels, designer shops and posh dwellings, the huge number of stray dogs and cats roaming around and the distinct smell that each area seemed to have, such that an area can easily be identified with eyes closed just by using the sense of smell.
But at the same time I was also very impressed with the sheer pace of the city and the people walking it, with women driving scooters, the number of posh malls and branded shops crowded with people of the middle and upper classes, the well-behaved crowds at cinemas, and very creative advertisements everywhere - on billboards, double deckers, bus-stands. A pleasant thing to strike me was that men did not ogle at women as they do in Karachi, even though women in Mumbai generally wear trousers and skirts compared to shalwar kameez and dupatta back home.
I also travelled the local train from Churchgate to Andheri in rush hour after work, and that too in the general compartment despite the warnings of all my local friends against trying something 'so drastic' - that was a unique experience, and had it not been for my friend who held me very tightly I would surely have fallen off the train considering perhaps more than 100 people both got off and on the train in a span of less than 15 seconds at Andheri station. During the journey it was actually very difficult to breathe in the compartment as men and women were squashed against each other and the stench of perspiration was nauseating. Thankfully I had a seat right next to the window and had my nose glued to the gauze for fresh air.
The old and rusty black & yellow taxis are a trademark of the city, and the fact that these are to be replaced in some time is a big shame. The double-deckers also seem to be from colonial times, though I'm not sure if these are on the list of 'to-go' items. The taxi drivers were always helpful, and one even insisted to show me Shahrukh Khan's house from outside in Bandra even though I wasn't interested. The tourist highlihts were Gateway of India and the Taj across, and the walk along Colaba market with a few old cafes on the way for a nice cup of tea.
Pani-puri at Chaupati and the spicy and yummy vadapau available at almost any corner are the main local culinary highlights for me, as I think even the Mumbites would agree with me if I say Karachi food is much more delicious and superior in taste and quality overall.
The hotels are simple excellent, especially the Oberoi at Nariman Point with its magnificent view of the sea. At any given point in time this view of Marine Drive is worth watching, as in the morning one can see many early morning joggers or people walking their dogs, and in the evenings it seems to be a meeting point for couples after work. Just watching them gives a glimpse into what makes this the city that moves India.
A friend of mine was right when she said Mumbai would grow on me, for after five visits it I think it finally has. I'm already again looking forward to my next visit.
But at the same time I was also very impressed with the sheer pace of the city and the people walking it, with women driving scooters, the number of posh malls and branded shops crowded with people of the middle and upper classes, the well-behaved crowds at cinemas, and very creative advertisements everywhere - on billboards, double deckers, bus-stands. A pleasant thing to strike me was that men did not ogle at women as they do in Karachi, even though women in Mumbai generally wear trousers and skirts compared to shalwar kameez and dupatta back home.
I also travelled the local train from Churchgate to Andheri in rush hour after work, and that too in the general compartment despite the warnings of all my local friends against trying something 'so drastic' - that was a unique experience, and had it not been for my friend who held me very tightly I would surely have fallen off the train considering perhaps more than 100 people both got off and on the train in a span of less than 15 seconds at Andheri station. During the journey it was actually very difficult to breathe in the compartment as men and women were squashed against each other and the stench of perspiration was nauseating. Thankfully I had a seat right next to the window and had my nose glued to the gauze for fresh air.
The old and rusty black & yellow taxis are a trademark of the city, and the fact that these are to be replaced in some time is a big shame. The double-deckers also seem to be from colonial times, though I'm not sure if these are on the list of 'to-go' items. The taxi drivers were always helpful, and one even insisted to show me Shahrukh Khan's house from outside in Bandra even though I wasn't interested. The tourist highlihts were Gateway of India and the Taj across, and the walk along Colaba market with a few old cafes on the way for a nice cup of tea.
Pani-puri at Chaupati and the spicy and yummy vadapau available at almost any corner are the main local culinary highlights for me, as I think even the Mumbites would agree with me if I say Karachi food is much more delicious and superior in taste and quality overall.
The hotels are simple excellent, especially the Oberoi at Nariman Point with its magnificent view of the sea. At any given point in time this view of Marine Drive is worth watching, as in the morning one can see many early morning joggers or people walking their dogs, and in the evenings it seems to be a meeting point for couples after work. Just watching them gives a glimpse into what makes this the city that moves India.
A friend of mine was right when she said Mumbai would grow on me, for after five visits it I think it finally has. I'm already again looking forward to my next visit.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Capitalizing on Congestion
Yesterday I went to the Lakson building (across the Press Club) in Saddar with two colleagues to meet an estate agent for some office-related work. The area being quite a busy place, finding parking space was a huge hassle. While I was circling and searching for space, the agent we were supposed to meet signalled for us to turn and drive into the premises of the Sindh Wildlife building nearby. I acquiesced and went in and parked.
When I asked if it was okay to park there for a little while I was told that the building ground is de facto used as regular parking space by individuals upon payment of Rs 1500-2000 per month to the chowkidar, or Rs20 per parking per trip for visitors. I think there must be about 15-20 or more cars parked in the premises at any point in time, which means the chowkidar (and the few others who have to be in it together) easily make at the very least Rs40,ooo per month in this business with zero investment (or tax).
The story is the same in all the other government office premises in the area.
We are such an enterprising people :)
When I asked if it was okay to park there for a little while I was told that the building ground is de facto used as regular parking space by individuals upon payment of Rs 1500-2000 per month to the chowkidar, or Rs20 per parking per trip for visitors. I think there must be about 15-20 or more cars parked in the premises at any point in time, which means the chowkidar (and the few others who have to be in it together) easily make at the very least Rs40,ooo per month in this business with zero investment (or tax).
The story is the same in all the other government office premises in the area.
We are such an enterprising people :)
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Karachi Burns Again
Here we go again. Just when Karachi seemed to have recovered from the post Dec27 mayhem and its citizens beginning to look a little optimistic for peace after Zardari’s historic reconciliatory visit to Nine-Zero, violence has erupted again. So far 50 cars have been burnt, 7 people have lost their lives, scores of people are wounded and 5 burnt alive in acts of arson and sabotage across the city in a matter of hours.
It all supposedly started when a few MQM lawyers who were protesting the Niazi manhandling were allegedly attacked by other lawyers, resulting in a huge scuffle and consequent widespread protest, rioting and violence across the city.
It is interesting to note that Arbab Rahim has given a press conference in which he is accusing the PPP to be responsible for the rioting and violence in Karachi ‘considering the PPP is in power’. If being in power is the criteria for responsibility then by that token is Arbab admitting to his own government’s hand in the May12 violence in Karachi??
There are many theories being put forward by conspiracy lovers. Some say that power-sharing talks with the MQM have broken down which is why the party is resorting to showing its might and threatening street-power in Karachi. Others say it is an attempt by the Commando to malign and jeopardize the lawyers’ movement as a warning against restoring the judges. Yet others imply that this is the Commando’s attempt to head the country towards another Martial Law.
Whatever it may be, it is Karachiites who suffer – yet again.
It all supposedly started when a few MQM lawyers who were protesting the Niazi manhandling were allegedly attacked by other lawyers, resulting in a huge scuffle and consequent widespread protest, rioting and violence across the city.
It is interesting to note that Arbab Rahim has given a press conference in which he is accusing the PPP to be responsible for the rioting and violence in Karachi ‘considering the PPP is in power’. If being in power is the criteria for responsibility then by that token is Arbab admitting to his own government’s hand in the May12 violence in Karachi??
There are many theories being put forward by conspiracy lovers. Some say that power-sharing talks with the MQM have broken down which is why the party is resorting to showing its might and threatening street-power in Karachi. Others say it is an attempt by the Commando to malign and jeopardize the lawyers’ movement as a warning against restoring the judges. Yet others imply that this is the Commando’s attempt to head the country towards another Martial Law.
Whatever it may be, it is Karachiites who suffer – yet again.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Sunday Morning with Pushkin
Chanced upon this lovely translation of Pushkin by Katharena Eiermann. Enjoy:
Confession
I love you, though I rage at it,
Though it is shame and toil misguided,
And to my folly self-derided
Here at your feet I will admit!
It ill befits my years, my station,
Good sense has long been overdue!
And yet, by every indication
Love's plague has stricken me anew
You're out of sight - I fall to yawning;
You're here - I suffer and feel blue,
And barely keep myself from owning,
Dear elf, how much I care for you!
Why, when your guileless girlish chatter
Drifts from next door your airy tread,
Your rustling dress, my senses scatter
And I completely lose my head.
You smile -I flush with exultation;
You turn away - I'm plunged in gloom,
Your pallid hand is compensation
For a whole day of fancied doom
When to the frame with artless motion
You bend to cross-stitch, all devotion,
Your eyes and ringlets down-beguiled,
My heart goes out in mute emotion
Rejoicing in you like a child!
Dare I confess to you my sighing,
How jealously I chafe and balk
When you set forth, defying
Bad weather, on a lengthy walk?
And then your solitary crying,
Those twosome whispers out of sight,
Your carriage to Opochka plying
And the piano late at night -Aline!
I ask but to be pitied,
I do not dare to plead for love;
Love, for the sins I have committed,
I am perhaps unworthy of.
But make believe! Your gaze, dear elf,
Is fit to conjure with, believe me!
Ah, it is easy to deceive me...
I long to be deceived myself!
Confession
I love you, though I rage at it,
Though it is shame and toil misguided,
And to my folly self-derided
Here at your feet I will admit!
It ill befits my years, my station,
Good sense has long been overdue!
And yet, by every indication
Love's plague has stricken me anew
You're out of sight - I fall to yawning;
You're here - I suffer and feel blue,
And barely keep myself from owning,
Dear elf, how much I care for you!
Why, when your guileless girlish chatter
Drifts from next door your airy tread,
Your rustling dress, my senses scatter
And I completely lose my head.
You smile -I flush with exultation;
You turn away - I'm plunged in gloom,
Your pallid hand is compensation
For a whole day of fancied doom
When to the frame with artless motion
You bend to cross-stitch, all devotion,
Your eyes and ringlets down-beguiled,
My heart goes out in mute emotion
Rejoicing in you like a child!
Dare I confess to you my sighing,
How jealously I chafe and balk
When you set forth, defying
Bad weather, on a lengthy walk?
And then your solitary crying,
Those twosome whispers out of sight,
Your carriage to Opochka plying
And the piano late at night -Aline!
I ask but to be pitied,
I do not dare to plead for love;
Love, for the sins I have committed,
I am perhaps unworthy of.
But make believe! Your gaze, dear elf,
Is fit to conjure with, believe me!
Ah, it is easy to deceive me...
I long to be deceived myself!
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