Sunday 24 February 2013

A Lonely Mountain




Imagine all you see is just one mountain, in the middle of nowhere. There are lights that lead you to it, but they've been leading you all along, and you pass every streetlight, one at a time, hoping to get closer to that lone mountain.

And as you head towards it, you’re just being deceived by the many lights you drive by. There’s a dip in the temperature, the fog adds to your restlessness, you slow down. You want to go faster, but you want to stay alive to feed your curiosity too. As you fix your eyes on the curvy road, that brightly lit mountain switches from your left to your right. It’s right there; then you lose sight of it again. The road gets lonelier, the wind cooler, and your unsettling mind urges you to push forward at full speed.

You’ve driven too long to turn around. But Jabal Hafeet, that’s where you’ll stop. After that ride that you thought would never end, the top of the mountain looks so surreal. The city of Al Ain is at its feet. The same feet that you rose from. The valley is too dark to appreciate, but you’re sure it’s there. 



The breath of the wind is all you can hear, and it’s not calming. The cold breeze won’t let your car doors stay open. It’s the violent kind of gust. You defy it and walk across, taking in the freezing weather, in this forlorn desert.

While you’re there, you know well enough, that what you can see, is a just a fraction of what you’ve already seen. It’s not where you are, but what took you there. And for now, that would be me.

Monday 18 February 2013

Those Five Hours in Dubai

Dubai Mall

I landed in Dubai and within 5 days I had to get off my lazy ass and take a look around. I took a cab straight to Dubai Mall, and was looking for Dubai Marina Mall, although any mall was good for starters. So I strolled around for about 4 hours, marvelling at all the luxury brands I’ve only ever written about, minus the free samples I got as a journalist. I wish I could’ve done more than ramble, but I had to be home soon. Curfew. Or something like that.

Wrong Trains and Stalker-Pains

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I hurried to the metro station exit and slugged my way to the wrong platform. **My absent-mindedness screws me over sometimes. There are only two trains, one to home and one from. I still confidently got on the wrong one. Luckily, it was only after one stop that I realised and got off at the next station. I look around and whom do I see? A man, who got on the train with me at the Dubai Mall station. Oh! Well, back to my zombie-walking-self I switched platforms and took the train back home.

I have taken the train every day, for the last 2 years in Bombay, India, so this metro train was a refreshing change from the local trains back home. BUT, I can say for sure, Women all around the world are catty, bitchy and will kill you with their lethal stares if they please. Well, I was, and still am new to the country, so I sucked it up and finally reached my destination. During this journey, my phone decided to die on me, and I had no idea where the hell I lived. I had a slight clue of things around, and there are taxis so that didn't worry me too much. Got out of the station and decided to walk home.

Nonchalantly, I walked in the wrong direction, but realised quick enough to turn around and spot the same guy from the wrong station. He was definitely following me, and now I was a little hyper. No phone, no address, no cop in sight. While I ran up to the metro information desk, I met a guy with the same surname as mine - immediate connection in a foreign land – he sorted me out with directions, advising I take a cab. I did just that, and confused the poor cabbie, who also figured I was new to the city, but he got me right where I was hoping to reach - home.

All through my encounters with different people from different races, countries and planets, I can say for sure, no one was in a bad mood that day.

If you’re new to Dubai:
  • ·  Write your address on a sheet of paper, and keep this paper with you at all times.
  • ·  Minimum cab fare is AED 10, even if the metre starts at AED 3.
  • ·  Get a NOL card. You can use it at the metro stations and a few buses too. It’s about AED 20.
  • ·  You cannot eat, drink water or even chew gum on the train.
  • ·  Act like you know where you’re going, even if you’re lost.