Mind Salad

This is a free world. Or that's what we believe. But trust me. It's not. Slavery still prevails. But in a new generation approach. I have seen a lot of people here working for long hours, doing jobs they hate to do, tolerating every harassment thrown their way and getting salaries once in three months or more. Isn't that a new form of slavery? They are tied to the contracts, to the systems, and to the laws. They won't respond nor will they cry out loudly. The only reason: Money. We need that paper to survive here. To sustain here. I know people from the elite group, from the upper middle class, from lower middle class and even the ones who live with 10 dirhams a day. All these people came here with the same dream: Dubai; Money; Fun; Beautiful Life. Some reach there. But most of them get stuck in the middle. I thought of all the days I was here in this office. It was least interesting to me. I had to sit in my cubicle from 8.30 a.m to 6.00 p.m. I didn't

That particular morning, I felt numb. My hands were shivering, my head was spinning so fast that I could feel that I'll faint any moment. My tummy made me feel sick. I had decided. Finally. To Quit. To resign. I was extremely nervous at the time. My hormones were doing their part twice as much as they should have been doing. Overacting! I know that I wouldn't miss this place even a bit. I wouldn't miss a single thing here, a single person here and I will definitely never ever miss my work here. Giving resignation ain't a simple task here in the UAE. There are a lot of other things that follow. When you get a job, you enter a contract; Limited Contract or Unlimited Contract. You have to complete 2 years to complete this contract and if you decide to break it in between, then you're done. Either you go to labor court and wait for months or years for a result or you end up paying the company a huge amount in return. So, yes, I was worried about this decis

Are you fat? Do you wanna burn those extra fats? Do you wanna calculate your calories? Do you wanna know the technique to lose weight like really fast? Like in just 2 hours? Then obviously this is not the place. Its just a blog bro! I totally don't understand why I am taking this big a risk. I am not a type of person who normally stick to the plan and most of the time end up doing some extraneous activity. But as they say, passion and commitment for something can drive us to any extend we want. So yeah, here I am, sharing my story to anyone who reads my blog, but mainly to myself. My story wouldn't be complete without me mentioning about UAE. We are both very well connected. More like a connection between Batman and Joker. Long story short, prolonged job hunt and bundles of depressions (due to job hunt) stressed me out (which is another story for later) for which the only solution I found in was EATING collaborated with bunch of series like Game of Thrones, Sherlock Holm

Love after an Arranged Marriage…..!! (PART 2) I saw him just once and I couldn’t decide if this was the guy I had to live my entire life with. Really?? My mind was blank. I was already 56 years in the eyes of my neighbors. They even spread rumors like ” Her parents have been searching for a groom since past 5 years.” I was like…..what?? That is when I dint even finish my 12th standard. Typical neighbors. Marrying of their daughters from 10th standard and getting restless if any girl exceeding that age is still single. I was 22. Too much for them. All said. The guy was cool, Mba graduate from the UK and what more own business in UAE…!! I got married. I smiled in my wedding pictures just because I wanted it to turn out good in the album. But deep inside myself I found someone chaining me deep down to the ground cutting of my feathers. The pain of realization that I wasn’t a single sank deep in me. Slowly. The first 2 months of my life then was a night mare. I had to ta

Love after an Arranged Marriage…..!!!! ( Part 1) In love marriage….you find your soul mate, give him all your love and then get married. It’s a rabbit in action. In arranged marriage your family finds the soul mate, you only “see” him, try hard to believe that he is the one, get married and slowly…..very slowly start giving him all your love. It’s a tortoise in action. It was hard for me to get back into writing after a long gap. (Thanks to some Indian authors whose books inspired me to write again.) My engineering life and my work life had all set me on for some unknown journey I had begun with no special purpose. But as far as an Aries woman is considered, finding fun and adventure is what turns me on. I enjoyed every step I took. I learned from the few great mistakes I made. I made everyone happy if they were around me. I left no hint to trace once I left. Life was an amazing travel guide for me. The more I traveled…the more likely was for me to take shelter. I be

The morning dews drew close to my window.. When sunrays tried to peep into my eyes.... I heard a voice from nowhere then.... Like a meloncholic wandering for smile..... My hands wandered all around.... The voice of him had drained me then.... To the pool of a vague awakening...... But then He laid silently next to me when my hands found his head all well and fair ..... With half open eyes I gazed at him.... He made my eyes bulge out at once .... The time showed 9 and I was late!!! Once again I missed my morning alarm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was one of those days. Those days when I wake up by the noice literally created by my ever irritating hostel mates (i would rather call them 'homates')and see them well dressed in uniform reminding me that I am once again late to college. Those days when I have my breakfast in a hurry forgetting what actually I just ate and rush to college in just two minute for bell to ring. The most interesting part is that I'll have majority of the homates with me....Coz thats how HOSTELERS are...!! I always get stuck wondering if we all took part in next Olympics....HALF A KILOMETER IN JUST 2 MINUTES....!! Amazing....!! As soon as we reach the class the lecturer will be already there and my sweetest friends force me to open the door. Slowly I open the door and *smile...smile...smile* (but that doesnt work most of the time). "Hashba...! Where were you??? Hostel is not in the next district for you to be late right???........blah blah blah...." starts the teacher.... An