7 am and it burns! Living in Dubai can be a weird experience. The infamous UAE summer is around the corner (to me it seems like we are smack in the middle of it) and the city is burning up. I’m used to tropical heat, but the desert brings its own formidable meaning to the word ‘hot’. Every surface seems to radiate heat, at 7 am, the sun is mercilessly blinding. In addition, the wind rakes up this sick smell of farm animals… Camels and Horses. Hey, now, I didn’t mean to come out all racist-like. But hell, it does smell like that. It doesn’t help when you hear “Oh this is nothing honey, wait till the ‘real’ summer!’, “That’s why we leave the country in summer”, “You can fry eggs on the street” Oh great! That’s just the fun I need in life, frying eggs on hoods of escalades. The subtle changes are already there: a look of murderous irritation in people’s eyes, an ever present thin film of sweat on Pratheesh’s arms and forehead, my shiny nose in arduous competition with Rudolph and the thirst… Oh the thirst! It feels like the sun just slips a straw in your head and sucks all the liquid out (Yeah like in that advertisement). Even the alley cats are riding low on the patience train. They spit and hiss and have a look in their eyes that’s just crazed if not possessed. Why am I griping? Coz we’re stuck all day in Air-Conditioned offices and when we step out for some fresh air, it’s like you are breathing water. Humidity is right up there in my list of woes, right next to World War III and bad hair days. One good thing to look forward to is the weekends where I will get to hang out with the guys. GA (Soon to be GS) has left Dubai and we are praying that everything works out for her. Looks like the whole ‘girls night out’ is still a big question mark in my future (as was in the past). The culinary virgin that I am, fate has decided ‘It’s about time’. In simpler terms, I’ve got to cook. Thomas, don’t make me come there and smack that silly smile off your face. Well, I’ve decided not to back down this time. Who won’t when you have two willing lab rats (Love them to pieces though!) Also, I’m pondering about writing a story…in parts you know, like publishing one small chapter at a time… Let me know what you think.
I was parking my bike at a flower shop on my way home last night…
It’s burning hot in Chennai and I was surprised to see the shop having a big bunch of beautiful pink and white carnations…The breath caught in my throat and I pulled over.
I was looking at the beautiful collection of flowers they had for the day/evening (Roses and Carnations mostly) and they had a pink and white theme going… When suddenly I heard
“So can I get some flowers for my cupcake?”
Deepak Debnath (sack o swine poo).
“Hey” my face darkens by several shades and I suddenly wish it was TK or any other friend that I ran into…
“Why the long face (pause) baby face?” (Hearty Chuckle, apparently it was something clever and / or funny)
“Nothin’, I was just leavin’ ”
“Yo! Hold up Bunny Bear, you want me to drop you somewhere”
“No thank you Deepak. I wish you would call me by my name.”
“You hate me callin you sweet names huh? That’s different about you. You gotto have that checked out… Most girls pray for it…”
“I’m not most girls. I have to go. Bye!”
“Bye Joyceykins… What? It is your name right?” Calling after me “I’ve moved here, I’ll see you around”
I beat a hasty retreat shooting a prayer to the heavens. “I promise I will cut back on road rage and pulling pranks on people for a whole month. Just get me outta this! I’ll even throw in eating my vegetables…”
Yeah! The cupcake guy is back… 😦
This afternoon I was riding to work. It is 104.36 F and the humidity Gods are at their most benevolent phases in the year.
So I was ridin along and turned a corner and VOILA! There was a camel…
A goddamn CAMEL! Ship of the desert, with a hump and bad teeth and everything!
There it was ambling along, and a boy who looked about 12 yrs old,was leading it offering rides in boiling weather…
I knew Chennai was getting hotter, but sheesh!
This is insane. This is just wrong. Cart them damn camels to where they belong. I’m not ready for this yet!