Transformation of a desert

Human mind is amazing.

If it is on right track, it can do wonders.
Dubai….Truly a city of wonders. Just imagine a desert and now one of the most beautiful places in world.
Look at Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world and one feels amazed. Every morning on my way to work, i keep tracking the burj from metro and i feel proud of mankind.

Not just Burj, but everything around here gives one a satisfaction of what a human mind can do. Beautiful architecture, evenly spaced buildings, wide roads, total hassle free transportation.
Even the electricity and water bills or for that matter payment of fines, hassle free one click system.
The city just amazes me.

Miracle Garden – a true miracle. The most beautiful garden I have ever seen that too not in greener landscapes but in a desert. Just flower pots placed to make formations with an efficient drip system to water them, and I bow to the minds which created it.

Truly breath taking Beautiful Human mind!

But this same mind can cause destruction, if it goes on wrong path.

What a contrast! A reality and the biggest irony of life.

The Migratory Birds.

I never viewed myself as a person attached to places, events and things. I have been a free bird, with my family being my anchor, where i would return to.

So, when my husband decided to move to Dubai, neither of us including our six year old were alien to the idea. In fact, we welcomed the change with open arms and were pretty excited to move to the next innings of life.

I had my reservations though.I was worried if i would be able to clear Exam and get a job there. I envy my engineering friends, they are welcome in any corner of world, though the specifications of machines and software varies from place to place. We, as doctors have to prove ourselves by a test in any country we go, although human body is same, be it India or Any other place and same American Text books are followed all over the world.

Ever since i learnt driving, my car was my soul-mate, my independence. It knew my tears, my happiness, my feelings and was the probably only place where i would be myself. But moving to this new place would mean giving away this independence, as getting license here is too trobulesome.

Nevertheless, my Husband assured me ALL IS WELL. And with my anchors by my side my son and my husband, I moved to Dubai 3 months back.

Well, as human body and medical teachings are same everywhere I cleared my exam, got a job, much respectable than my previous one. I still have to get my license.

But, Now i wonder is it so easy. Are we actually free birds? I miss my friends. I miss my favourite places, my favorite eat-outs, my parents, my sweet niece.

I miss that air, polluted though it was, those streets, dirty though they were. But It was MY INDIA, the country which gives me my Identity.

And here I am in an alien land, in a different culture, which sometimes terrifies me, and i have none who i can tell this.

Probably you are free bird where u feel secure, and in a strange land i still have to feel secure.

The fairer sex

So much has been said about gender equality, females are equal to males and bla bla….but how many women’s may become doctors, engineers, diplomats and so on…. Fairer sex is still on the fair side.

Back in India, I used to feel that this happens only in India that a woman works 26 hrs a day. I used to have those pangs in my tummy…that why at the end of the day….when I have at times worked more than my husband….I am expected to cook, help my child in studies, do all household work…prepare for next day….and why my husband is treated like a king.
Than I landed in one of the modern cities, a different culture all together, and today I realise wherever you go women have same plight. At least I am a working woman, so I had my share of financial freedom and a niche for myself. When I look at my homemaker counterparts ( I am against the term housewives, coz they put so much energy and effort into making that house a beautiful home) , I realize the sense of dominance there husbands give them. What did you do whole day? Gosh ! It was a robotic house, the moment you were out of the door, the house set itself right. The food got cooked on its own and everything was done automatically.
Why are woman expected to cover up head to toe even at temperatures as high as 50C. They do not feel hot. Why should they cover head, when men can’t cover there chests.
And these questions ponder in my head I read female columnists justifying all this as they are the chosen one.
And I still ponder Fairer sex is fair still?

Am I a machine?

Every morning I wake up as my alarm goes tic -toc. I drag myself unwillingly from the bed, wishing for some more minutes of sleep. Then equally unheartedly I go in the kitchen to start that mundane race, start chopping onions mechanically with my eyes still closed. Later in the day, I think how come i didn’t cut my finger.
The race against time begins. I have to leave home in time. So that i can come back in time. And all the time I am wishing if i could spent a little more time with my little son here.
Then I reach my lab. Here another race begins. I have to finish the cases alloted and the number seems endless.Day in and day out , the log increases. Still, my mind is away wandering over issues i cant change. Somehow i finish my chores and reach home, when the sun has already set.
Those evenings are the best part of my day, but still everything is so mechanical. Prepare the dinner, Get Aadi do his study and wait for hubby to come home.
The night sets in bringing sleep again.
Another day wasted, and i keep wondering Am I a Machine?Every morning I wake up as my alarm goes tic -toc. I drag myself unwillingly from the bed, wishing for some more minutes of sleep. Then equally unheartedly I go in the kitchen to start that mundane race, start chopping onions mechanically with my eyes still closed. Later in the day, I think how come i didn’t cut my finger.
The race against time begins. I have to leave home in time. So that i can come back in time. And all the time I am wishing if i could spent a little more time with my little son here.
Then I reach my lab. Here another race begins. I have to finish the cases alloted and the number seems endless.Day in and day out , the log increases. Still, my mind is away wandering over issues i cant change. Somehow i finish my chores and reach home, when the sun has already set.
Those evenings are the best part of my day, but still everything is so mechanical. Prepare the dinner, Get Aadi do his study and wait for hubby to come home.
The night sets in bringing sleep again.
Another day wasted, and i keep wondering Am I a Machine?