The plane space

Isn’t it funny how you are stuck with random people in a plane for several hours. Sometimes it can be hell and sometimes it can hilarious.

My last flight to and from london was on virgin. The service was shit and the hosties were rude and they put me on a middle seat despite me booking an aisle seat months before. But I was lucky. I had an Irish boy and a Bristol man beside me making me laugh for the whole journey. We watched the same movie together and were rude to the hosties.

Coming back was another story. It was a night flight. I had a handsome quiet Irish man next to me. Throughout the flight we tried to sleep in our uncomfortable seats. Eventually I fell asleep on his back and we went to blissful sleep for a while. The man was a stranger. We had hardly spoken but in the skies we could sleep together and it wouldn’t be slutty or wrong.

When we woke being British I apologised for sleeping on him. He didn’t mind. He didn’t say much but his shy smile was enough.

We didn’t exchange numbers or talk much after. The moment had passed. However the bad flight had turned into a blissful time.

How to understand Indians

If you have ever worked with Indians from India or are about to work with them you need to read the below* to understand what the hell they are saying:

1. ‘Passing out’
When you complete your studies at an educational institution, you graduate from that institution.

You do not “pass out” from that institution.

To “pass out” refers to losing consciousness, like after you get too drunk, though I’m not sure how we managed to connect graduating and intoxication.

Oh wait … of course, poor grades throughout the year could lead to a sudden elation on hearing you’ve passed all of your exams, which could lead to you actually “passing out,” but this is rare at best.

2. ‘Kindly revert’
One common mistake we make is using the word revert to mean reply or respond.

Revert means “to return to a former state.”

I can’t help thinking of a sarcastic answer every time this comes up.

“Please revert at the earliest.”

“Sure, I’ll set my biological clock to regress evolutionarily to my original primitive hydrocarbon state at 12 p.m. today.”

3. ‘Years back’
If it happened in the past, it happened years ago, not “years back.”

Given how common this phrase is, I’m guessing the first person who switched “ago” for “back” probably did it years back. See what I mean?

And speaking of “back,” asking someone to use the backside entrance sounds so wrong.

“So when did you buy this car?”

“Oh, years back.”

“Cool, can you open the backside? I’d like to get a load in.”

4. ‘Doing the needful’
Try to avoid using the phrase “do the needful.” It went out of style decades ago, about the time the British left.

Using it today indicates you are a dinosaur, a dinosaur with bad grammar.

You may use the phrase humorously, to poke fun at such archaic speech, or other dinosaurs.

“Will you do the needful?”

“Of course, and I’ll send you a telegram to let you know it’s done too.”

5. ‘Discuss about’
“What shall we discuss about today?”

“Let’s discuss about politics. We need a fault-ridden topic to mirror our bad grammar.”

You don’t “discuss about” something; you just discuss things.

The word “discuss” means to “talk about”. There is no reason to insert the word “about” after “discuss.”

That would be like saying “talk about about.” Which “brings about” me to my next peeve.

6. ‘Order for’
“Hey, let’s order for a pizza.”

“Sure, and why not raid a library while we’re about it.”

When you order something, you “order” it, you do not “order for” it.

Who knows when or why we began placing random prepositions after verbs?

Perhaps somewhere in our history someone lost a little faith in the “doing” word and added “for” to make sure their order would reach them. They must have been pretty hungry.

7. ‘Do one thing’
When someone approaches you with a query, and your reply begins with the phrase “do one thing,” you’re doing it wrong.

“Do one thing” is a phrase that does not make sense.

It is an Indianism. It is only understood in India. It is not proper English. It is irritating.

There are better ways to begin a reply. And worst of all, any person who starts a sentence with “do one thing” invariably ends up giving you at least five things to do.

“My computer keeps getting hung.”

“Do one thing. Clear your history. Delete your cookies. Defrag your hardrive. Run a virus check. Restart your computer… .”

8. ‘Out of station’
“Sorry I can’t talk right now, I’m out of station.”

“What a coincidence, Vijay, I’m in a station right now.”

Another blast from the past, this one, and also, extremely outdated.

What’s wrong with “out of town” or “not in Mumbai” or my favorite “I’m not here”?

9. The big sleep
“I’m going to bed now, sleep is coming.”

“OK, say hi to it for me.”

While a fan of anthropomorphism, I do have my limits. “Sleep is coming” is taking things a bit too far.

Your life isn’t a poem. You don’t have to give body cycles their own personalities.

10. ‘Prepone’
“Let’s prepone the meeting from 11 a.m. to 10 a.m.”

Because the opposite of postpone just has to be prepone, right?

“Prepone” is probably the most famous Indianism of all time; one that I’m proud of, and that I actually support as a new entry to all English dictionaries.

Because it makes sense. Because it fills a gap. Because we need it. We’re Indians, damn it. Students of chaos theory.

We don’t have the time to say silly things like “could you please bring the meeting forward.”

Prepone it is.

And one extra for fun…

11.  PFA

It means please find attached but they can’t handle writing that so abbreiviate it!

* this was sent from a friend who obtained it from somewhere else. If the author sees this let me know who you are great person and I will credit you. Thanks

Night-time ponderings

Sometimes i wonder is this it….

 

I am sitting on my bed with my laptop typing whilst listing to Maxwell play his dulcet tunes into my ears. Tonight I came home, fed the cats, pottered around, answered some emails, caught up on tv and then started on a chick flick. Now here I am.

 

It’s the end of the day. Another day gone. Work and home with a little drive in-between and that’s the end.

 

It sounds pathetic writing it down. I’m not unhappy but it feels empty. My cats bring me peace and joy when I come home especially after a hard day dealing with chauvinistic arseholes and ditzy girls all day, but i can’t cuddle them for long and i can’t talk to them (ok i do talk to them but their meows in response just don’t work for me!).

 

I know it’s loneliness that is bringing me to write this. I know i should do something to change this but how do you change loneliness. I have done the going out, i have been on the dates. Nothing happens. i used to sabotage meetings with men, but now i think i’m just fated to be in this predicament. Sometimes there are flickers of hope but as soon as the the light ignites in me, it disappears again. No explanation, no sorry you suck. Just back to the normal life. Back to the loneliness.

 

There is a fear now that although i’m in my early thirties soon it will be mid-thirties, then late … and time is running so fast and i’m not catching up. I am not one of those text book ladies, that had her life planned out and has had everything like it should be (man, babies, house, job, blah blah). Nothing in my life has been smooth from the moment I was born but  you think life would throw me a bone now and give me a break.

 

Are women like me destined to be alone? If we don’t follow the norm, are we destined to suffer for our choices? It’s corny but I think about Carrie in SATC and wonder if life will be like hers with ups and downs but i will meet my Mr Big eventually in a few years time. I guess I have to continue to be strong and hope that one day soon i won’t be on my laptop in bed alone…

Not OK!

A few weeks ago there was a royal wedding and me and my lovely mate went to Barasti bar to watch it (see link http://shelina9.posterous.com/royalwedding-at-barasti-labibalaith).There was high drama with the usual knob English people (mostly women) being rude and obnoxious and blocking the view of the screen with an umbrella but that was to be expected.

There was also an OK magazine photographer (who was indian). I remember him walking past us but not asking to take our photo. He took photos of all the British white looking people around us but thought nothing of it.

Anyway today in the hair salon I read the magazine as I do when bored and in a a hair salon, and noted that all the pictures consisted of White British people. I don’t blame the photographer as I sure he was given instructions to take pics only of the white people. What I blame are the arrogant racist people who edit the magazine and think that there are no coloured people from England who live in Dubai and were watching the royal wedding.

To make clear i don’t want or like being in any of these magazines in Dubai and don’t hunt down the photographers to take my picture like other people do, but it’s the principle!

How can you show such a limited demographic in your magazine and be so blatantly racist. England has such a melting pot of nationalities who were born and brought up there. Many have moved here and many watched the royal wedding. To ignore them is ignorant and arrogant.

It is even worse when you consider how much the English media highlighted everyone in the country embracing this special day – these people were of all colour, nationalities and cultures.

It’s funny that the same ideology is not reflected by english speaking magazines in this country who are mostly edited by British people!! I would hope the attitudes of the magazine would change but I dont see it happening very soon.

The power of the bag

I was recently fortunate to buy a bag I have dreamt of owning since I was a little girl.

Mum joined me in the moment and together we experienced the magic of buying this special piece of artistry and beauty for my lowly possessions to be held in.

The sales assistant was a gentleman and a poet and the carrier bag was nearly as exquisite as the actual bag.

Since purchasing said bag, it has come out on the weekends when I go shopping.

I have noticed a shift in how I get treated especially in shops and restaurants. In one department store the perfume man came running to me like a crazy man to try and entice me to buy the same designers range of limited edition perfumes. Didn’t happen.

In another store I touched a dress and the next moment my size was found and the dress was in the changing room for me without me uttering a word except “hello”.

When stocking up on shower gel and suntan cream in two different shops they gave me a separate bag full of free samples. I have never received such goodies before when buying from the same shops in the last few years!

The funniest moment though is today at the cinema ticket kiosk. I said I wanted to sit in the back. So she gave me the VIP ticket rather than the back row in the pleb section. Ok I paid up just because it’s Pirates 4 in 3d so most probably worth it. But the assumption was that I must only want VIP.

What does this all mean? It means people think I’m mega minted just because of the bag. Ok I’m no longer poor but I haven’t suddenly married a sheikh (still hoping). I get service in places where I would not have before and I get treated how all of us should be treated in shops in Dubai.

It’s nice to be treated as a princess but it seems you have to pay for the honour in this town.

Angry

I should be rested and relaxed after my holiday but instead I’m very angry with my life right now.

The holiday was desperately needed after 2 years of working constantly with no break. I was at breaking point.

The start of holiday was tense as I couldn’t put on my out of office in case the CEO had a hissy fit and ordered me back to work. It meant that I had all and sundry emailing me demanding a reply immediately to stuff.

Once the out of office was put on that didn’t stop internal people from contacting me. In fact they seemed to think that I shouldn’t be on holiday and should adhere to their demands. I could ignore most of them but not easy all the time.

On top of that there was my assistant. As an assistant she was expected to hold the fort whilst I was away. Instead I watched her fuck up with one thing or another each and every day. She’s supposed to have a law degree and be smart. But she has no common sense and on top of that had a chip on her shoulder that she knows everything in her young age. Instead of being willing to learn and grow with my guidance she has continuously answered back, screwed up and been rude to me, outside counsel and in the company. I kept on thinking ok she’s young and naive she will grow out of it. But it has gotten worse and worse.

I remember when I was an assistant all those years ago that I was so quiet at the start that my boss was concerned. I just shut it, listened to her and she became and still is my mentor and friend after all these years. My assistant on the other hand believed that she could behave as she does and it’s fine. The end came the other day when between another fuck up from her and another annoying email from a woman who has to many expletives attached to her resulted in me losing my cool. Even with trying to reduce the fuck up to third parties the assistant thought she could send me rude emails. She had fucked up and I had to clear up the mess ad still she thought she had some right to tell me off!!! After a tense phone call she quit. It’s good in a way but I so wanted to fire her. Thanks to all this relations are now very strained with my boss and I as said assistant when crying to him and I’m the senior manager at work who loses her assistant! I’m so mad!!

What angers me as well is that I stupidly hired her even though I never met her. And also that I allowed her to stay for four months too long. She should have gone after the first two weeks. The irony is that the girl I wanted to hire who has no law degree but has been a saviour for me warned me about her immediately. And I didn’t listen.

So the last week of holiday was ruined by said assistant. Now I’m back in Dubai and due to the issues above I have started smoking a few cigs again which is upsetting me more.

Then to top it all off today I tried to have a spa pedicure which resulted in me losing it again. Armed with the new entertainer book I booked a spa pedicure at Kaizo beauty salon in Al Barsha. When I got there the girl said that she didn’t think my new voucher would be accepted as there had been a new manager since november 2010. I must point out that the new entertainer spa book came out April 2011!! Tell me what is wrong with the picture?? Then I find out that she has double booked me. So instead of having a spa pedicure in the special chair they got out a home spa old contraption for me to use. At that point I lost it and walked out. What is the point of booking and getting the voucher if the salon is going to act so ridiculous. So now I sit in a mall with a coffee trying not to smoke and blogging to vent. Maybe this will help the anger or maybe I should go shoot again at the shooting club again.

Soapbox time – Niqab’s

This week has been the week of the niqab for me. There has been the French ban on niqabs which has gotten everyone pent up for their own reasons. Then there has been the invasion of the niqabs in my hotel in Penang.

With regards to the France issue, it is more an issue for me with regards to the restriction on the freedom of expression and beliefs rather than about wearing of the niqab. If they stop a person dressing due to the person’s belief, what next? If you can walk around naked on a beach in France why can’t you cover yourself up entirely.

The niqab tour on the otherhand is bizarre. It is like nothing I have ever  seen before. My parents are amused and shocked at the same time and they are quite strict muslims.  The women at breakfast today could hardly eat and they kept on starting at others as if we were demons for showing our faces! The group seem to be from Saudi and the men are those typical Saudi men that us Dubai ladies have had to contend with many a time. They will perv and try and pick us up but repress their wives. I have no love for them and the women for allowing these men to do this to them. I also don’t like the tour as they are Saudis and they are worst nationality I have had to contend with on holiday after Israelis. I swear Saudis and Israelis should live on an island together cos they have the same messed up in the head superiority complex.

Anyway I don’t do politics so moving on (yeah I just wanted to mention the niqab tour cos its strange man).  My problem today is the niqab and the whole notion of it. I’ll give you various sceanarios to explain why I am not enamoured by niqabi’s:

There is an auntie from our community who has a new daughter-in-law.  The daughter wont take off the niqabi even when at home with her new family and will not eat with the family at dinner, but instead eats in her bedroom with her husband. The husband is wimp so won’t order her to take off the niqab and join the family as manners and etiquette dictates. Now from my understanding you are supposed to take off the niqab in your house. This new house is her home now so by not taking it off and joining the family she is being beyond offensive.
The other day one of the older, wiser aunties told the girl that she should take of the niqab in her house especially as there were only women in the house. The girl refused. She’s now been banned to visit this head auntie’s house and other people’s houses due to her unreasonable behaviour.

I have a cousin who is a niqabi. I really cant remember what she looks like but she’s supposedly my cousin. Anyway at my cousin’s funeral, all us girl cousin’s sat in a room together praying, gossiping, etc, as we do whilst the men went to the kabrastan/graveyard. The niqabi cousin refused to take off the niqab and wouldn’t touch us (did I mention she was wearing gloves). This was shameful as she wasn’t providing proper condolences to the family members. As you can imagine, my family from both sides of the family especially the girls are very much like me, so this was not accepted and she became Russia in the 80’s (very much frozen out).
Jack Straw a few years back stoked up a fire as he asked a niqabi to lift her veil as he couldn’t hear what she was saying. She got on her high horse. Loads of women decided to get back at Jack Straw to wear the niqab including 3 sisters in our community. The family are a bunch of religious nuts (I believe their brother is in jail right now for holding terrorist stuff on his computer – not too bright that one); but  to wear a niqab only to infuriate a politician is ridiculous no? They even told me that was the reason they were doing it. I mean how is this going to harm Jack Straw. It didn’t harm him at all by the looks of it. He is still one of the most respected politicians we had for a very long time and my brother worked with him once and said he was a sound bloke.
There is a bird in Dubai who does speeches about wearing the niqab. She talks/tweets/facebooks about it all the time. She then decide change her twitter pic to show her hands and wrist hennaed up. In Arabic/Sub continent culture the hand and wrists are sexually alluring parts of the body (kinda of like the Victorian era – remember Age of Innocence) and even more so with henna on it. If you are a niqab you cannot show your sexually alluring hands and wrists with henna on it especially if you are not married!! Haram quite a few of us said and then pressed the  unfollow button. (ok I also unfollowed her cos she was tweeting hadiths and suras to me – if I wanna know I’ll read the quran – thanks).  If it had been anyone else im sure there wouldn’t have been so many of us getting all stoked up about it but it was because it was her. You can’t go on and on and on about being a niqabi and then do something that is obviously not correct behaviour for one.
I went to DEWA to cancel my water and electricity. I was in the ladies section served by a niqabi. I couldn’t hear her. I looked around and there were no men around so I asked her politely to move her veil so I could hear her and close my account as quickly as possible. She wouldn’t do it. I got pissed off and complained to her manager. How can she be on the front desk providing customer service if you cant hear her was my argument. He agreed.

So what does the above show other than my disdain for the niqab?

Ithought that when you wore the niqab you were supposed to be inconspicious?? I feel it is being used by women not to cover up for religious reasons but as a form of expression for political, social and dare I say it, aggravating reasons. If you want to cover up go for it, but don’t be difficult about it and cause agro to the rest of us. You don’t see me giving speeches about what im wearing (H&M jeans, Marks &  Spencer top, Marc Jacobs bag, Havianas thin strap if you must know).

If you are with a bunch of ladies only, it’s offensive and rude to not take it off. Hell you might not be who we thought you were. I can only accept that you are not going to take if off in front of women if you are extremely minging or wearing skanky clothes underneath.

If you choose to wear the niqab let it be for the right reason and not just to prove a point to the politicians, other people, society. Have you not got something better to do in your life like a job or looking after your family, than proving a point??

And it cant work both ways. You can’t be all pious and self congratulating on wearing the niqab and then do some haram activities.

Also finally those ladies that stop wearing the niqab suddenly – why does that happen?? One minute you are drilling into us that you are a niqabi and then next you go to the opposite extreme and start wearing hoochy mama skirts and heels and act like a prostitute? Whats up with that??

Ok rant over.