There has been, and still is to some extent, plenty of buzz about the newly opened Dubai Mall. I happened to visit it this Friday and, well, I must say that I didn’t see anything that would drop my jaws. You see, that’s what the ‘land of the malls’ does to you. I mean I [...]
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Yes, Yes. I always hesitate to use the word ‘rain’ for what falls from clouds over Dubai. But it was my kind of weather though; cloudy, though not as dark. Here is a photo taken by me in December 2006 from my previous flat in Al Nahda, Sharjah.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
There must’ve been be a sun all awake and shining on the other side of the bridge but it was still at war with a thick fog that was marching over the road ahead of me. They had closed the bridge because of the dense fog; I parked my car on the side and started [...]
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Raised voices, angered expressions and bitter complaints. There were too many words spoken to make any sense. I, who always agreed, disagreed. She, who always understood, misunderstood. It was a rotten phone call. In utter confusion and helplessness of unexplained gestures; I asked her, “don’t you trust me?” And that’s when silence struck like a thunderbolt; the [...]
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
If there is one thing that other people constantly ask of you, want from you, is for you to change; change the way you are, change the way they like it. And believe or not, we almost always change, may be in too subtle a fashion that even we don’t feel the change. just like everyone [...]
Thursday, August 28, 2008
From outside the country, Pakistan looks like a horrible place to be in; its a country marred with religious extremism, uneducated uncivilized people, highest level of corruption, dishonest politicians (or may be if I just write politician that would deliver the message), a heaven for terrorists, poorly administered or not administered at all, shaky governments, [...]
Sunday, April 1, 2007
December 1993. Rawalpindi. Pakistan. Spotless morning sunshine rolled through the rain ridden streets. The after rain affects are pouring from the leaky tin roof of the bus stop as I walk through it making my way through all the people taking refuge in that little hut. As the chilly wind blows across, some drifted away drops [...]
Thursday, March 22, 2007
He was a hero. March 21, 1992. Auckland He wrote the lyrics for the songs of their glory. He breezed through the obstacles and stroked his way to victory; he even made the word “victory” sound easy. 60 runs off 37 balls is a mere statistic; but having the guts and courage to fight the odds and [...]
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Winters were pure and long in those days; no wonder they still stick to my memory very warmly. It was the beginning of 1986; there wasn’t much of a hustle bustle even though we were moving to a newer bigger house. May be because we had grown used to the house (in fact a servant [...]
Monday, March 5, 2007
That bridge was the only means of connection between us. Every morning she would appear from the far corner as the sun rose behind her from the hazy skyline. Her smile was her constant company and the contours of her hair seemed to have their own pulse. Her attire embodied a sense of style that was [...]
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
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