i do not know why the hell i am so worked up... it is someone else's life, someone else's career, someone else's choice, someone else's exclusion... so why am i fretting and fuming?
a lady i know is the country manager of one global PR firm here...exquisite looking, driving a BMW, her life could have been the fancy of any female...
she was happily single when i first met her, two years back. she got engaged, married and is pregnant with her first kid...
soon after i congratulated her on her pregnancy, and asked where she planned to have the baby, she said, "i am going to my Mum and will come back in three months without the baby, leaving her with my Mum."
My face must have ashened... so she consoled me and said, "it is a short-term arrangement... will get her back here as soon as i am able to handle both work and her..."
my unasked question was: how the hell will you know that you can handle both, if she is not here?
do you have answers? i don't...
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Mar 25, 2009
Mar 14, 2009
stray scenes from the grocery
Inro:
endless crowd, being Friday evening... entire Doha was at FFC (Family Food Centre), the weekly ritual that every family has in getting there with as long a list as possible, shop till one drops and get home.
parking is a nighmare, so are all the counters, of stacked foodstuff to the vegeatble and fish section and the bakery... all of this crowd negotiation, is neatly punctuated by some odd acquaintance, with some equally odd querry about exams, the next vacation, the currency rate, et al...
Scene 1:
husband-wife combo (presumably)... for a change the husband has the list and the wife is tagging along aimlessly... i started looking out for B who was singing to himself and lolling behind me, and i had the list in hand (a small one, since most of last week was food called from the next door restaurant).
Scene 2:
while shopping for fruits, i plunged myself into the orange section... it had 5-6 varieties and instantly moved away from the orange that came from Pakistan. ditto for basmati, with Indian basmati the staple at home.
Scene 3:
at the billing counter, while waiting for our turn to come, i started to observe people around... some has dressed for a party but had hit the grocery; some carried themselves really well, despite the bulges; some slouched and made themselves look most awkward; some couples were in love and showed it off; some had just grown used to their spouses and did not even talk to each other (quite like us both); some had to make the most urgent call at the top of their voices; children made the most of the wait and stuffed small goodies which the parents would not allow; some looked bored; others quite enjoyed this weekly do; the only expressionless faces were those manning the counters... i came away pitying their legs.
endless crowd, being Friday evening... entire Doha was at FFC (Family Food Centre), the weekly ritual that every family has in getting there with as long a list as possible, shop till one drops and get home.
parking is a nighmare, so are all the counters, of stacked foodstuff to the vegeatble and fish section and the bakery... all of this crowd negotiation, is neatly punctuated by some odd acquaintance, with some equally odd querry about exams, the next vacation, the currency rate, et al...
Scene 1:
husband-wife combo (presumably)... for a change the husband has the list and the wife is tagging along aimlessly... i started looking out for B who was singing to himself and lolling behind me, and i had the list in hand (a small one, since most of last week was food called from the next door restaurant).
Scene 2:
while shopping for fruits, i plunged myself into the orange section... it had 5-6 varieties and instantly moved away from the orange that came from Pakistan. ditto for basmati, with Indian basmati the staple at home.
Scene 3:
at the billing counter, while waiting for our turn to come, i started to observe people around... some has dressed for a party but had hit the grocery; some carried themselves really well, despite the bulges; some slouched and made themselves look most awkward; some couples were in love and showed it off; some had just grown used to their spouses and did not even talk to each other (quite like us both); some had to make the most urgent call at the top of their voices; children made the most of the wait and stuffed small goodies which the parents would not allow; some looked bored; others quite enjoyed this weekly do; the only expressionless faces were those manning the counters... i came away pitying their legs.
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