june 08 And already missing Bombay
27th june 2008
Friday Morning,
Weekend for us here are generally boring, just what we see is couple of movies, Breakfast generally half boiled egg, fried Chicken sausages, orange juice that’s what we call a breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!- Yeah I know what you all will say ‘ Are you kidding?’. Bombay is when the week begins on Sunday ohhhhhhhh half of my friends will be up by 8.30 am and get ready to attend the 9.30 Sunday mass( yeah if they have the stamina and alertness after a busy boozy night which goes on till early Sunday morning not most, but majority of the weekends. Sunday’s for most of my group including me used to start with hold on hangover. Some of them who would attend the mass would come of the church and just start ringing us, that was the time I would just wish that cell phone was not invented(Thank God it was invented otherwise half the girl and boys would nt have privacy from our parents, you know talking out girls he he he). Coming back to Sunday, I don’t know how many of you had known that the best way to get over hangovers are to have peg or a glass of beer- Like bro Stan says – cut iron with iron, same way daru kho daru drown kartha hai he he I don’t mind bro( by the way its all we boy assume that, don’t know if its medically proven. So those who out there ready to sue me my gang or specially stanly back off. By 11.00 am all the gang used to get ready to decide what can we do today to kill time? Or again drink or one more afternoon party session? Or nahi yaar I hae to meet my girl yaar she will be pissed If I don’t make it to some movie. One thing I miss a lot is the Sunday lunch and dinner, as soon as you step out of your house you can sweet aroma I should say of the gujrati food being prepared by my gujrati neighbour( they have shifted from andheri) then they is my sweet aroma of home cooked briyani, then is the goan family- ooh chicken vindaloo-fish-pork, Kerala family- the dahi kadi n papad, Then the mangalorean family – chicken/mutton/fish, of course my house Sunday begins typically with idly afternoon my favourite chicken curry and roti( well in mangalore its called kori roti) yummmmmmmmmy yaar I miss it. Mom miss it mom the chicken sukka, kori roti-(but mom I still don’t like my to be spicy and oily thanks for adapting to my taste sorry everyone at home). Here its is sleep watch movie get up and again sleep eat drink. I am jealous of you gang back home in Bombay!!!!!!! I mean sometime or most of the time I think what made me and many like me to leave India and go abroad just for few more dollars/dhirams/pounds? We work work work work and when we are near to the end of our life that is the time we must be realizing that we worked /slogged all our life what we got in the end? We missed everything even missed being with our family. Earning earning – but no social life ha. I Spoke nearly two-three dozen peoples who are living here for more then 25 years and listening to their story which they used to say proudly including that they have stayed in uae for 25 -20 years and blah blah. I was like shit yaar, they worked nearly all they life to get their kids and parents decent life and for themselves they didn’t do anything, and the irony of the their story is they don’t know what they missed till they are old and when they return home either the family has moved on the kids have got married and staying with the wife and all. What I noticed from the two dozen expatriate life history(please this is my observation, you might not agree with it but then I think my view also make sense anyway back to my observation). A individual comes to any gulf country by the age of 20 years and all starts working here. After two three years go backs and get married to a girl spends all two-three years savings. Then he thinks my wife is pregnant let me be here for a while save money for the child when he/she will start going to school I will go back and work back in my hometown. When the child goes to school the father/mother say I will go after he finishes schooling coz school will need money and I will earn and send from here then when the child finishes school and joins college, again the same thing college are expensive I need to earn for his/her college then after five years or so son/daughter finishes college joins a good job. And even marries his/her sweetheart(nothing wrong in it). Now the Expatriate father mother comes back and finds that the kids have grown and they don’t have time for their parents coz they have their own family and all. Poor parents I have seen some of them crying saying that how they worked all this years and their kid don’t have time also to say hi.. I know one friend who died and his father was almost abroad for 11months in a year. Today uncle and aunty dont have anyone other then some neighbors kid looking after them. I pray to god that we don’t end up like that. Please bless and pray for us . Hey gotta go now sorry little depressing na. Little busy now will write later bye cya. Take care all you gang. Bye for now.
