Khor Fakhan

Well this was long due...this place is literally a heaven on earth for those who love water but dunno how to swim or are scared of the waves in the sea.
this beach is like a typical Peersian gulf beach with no waves...one feels like u r almost in a lake thr!!!
the waters are beautiful....loads of water sports....and ofcourse last but not the least and my favourite....loads of CHICKS!!!!!


Khor Fakan

Al Ain - Spring of fresh Water

Last Friday my room mates got really sick of me becoming a couch potato and made a plan of Al Ain and were hell bent on taking me along. Though i was really reluctant to start with - as Friday is the only day when i get sleep all day on the couch and do absolutely nothing - they ultimately did managed to pull me into the plan. So here we were on a weekend getting up very early at 9:30 AM and on our way to Al Ain which i assumed would be gruelling journey of the 100Km from Dubai through the desert. Now, Al Ain when translated in Arabic means spring of fresh water or may be stream of fresh water one of the two is definitely correct, that apart having made up my mind to face the horrible desert winds, i was honestly not looking forward to the long ride. As soon as we came out of mainland Dubai all one could see was desert as far as horizon. After about some 50 km I started seeing trees, at this point i was really scared i thought the desert has got to me and as people see mirage of water in the desert i am seeing trees, but I was soon assured nothing was wrong with me when my co passengers also started to see trees. A few more kms into the drive the number of trees just started to increase and in some time i felt like i was back home in nasik. It was all green the desert had suddenly vanished and i was surrounded by greenery all around me. I could see green trees (for those who are thinking at this point why am i making such a big issue out of greenery try being in a desert for 4 months), no tall buildings no zooming cars or signals i just felt i was in heaven!!!! The day after that just went so well i didn't feel a thing and to imagine we walked a hell lot that day!!!!


Al Ain

Irony

How Ironic is the fact dat life itself is so ironic...huh??? Fiker not i m not drunk or anything nor am i on drugs. believe me such questions will start popping up in ur mind if u were to be in my position. funny thing is all the things that i ran from all my time during my MBA and things i thought would be if least importance to a marketer like me are now a part and parcel of my life. finance is something i never thought i will be anywhere remotely connected to, bu there i am a relationship manager helping some biggies in their INVESTMENTS. i remember when i used to laugh at my batch mates studying big fat financial books all day studying for certification exams....i had an amazing time at their cost and guess what....now i m doing all dat too. fortunately i dont have all my batch mates around me to laugh at me, but i m sure most of them are laughing their guts out thinking of the torture i am faced with :-(.
further ironic is the fact that in spite of being in unfamiliar territory, i m actually doing well and believe it or not this is actually scaring me. i remember the day i was placed in a bank, i honestly was quite upset coz all i ever wanted was to be in some marketing firm or possibly and ad firm, but here i was in a bank, that day one of my friends said "hey for all u know some time down the line u might jus get good at it and start liking it u knw!!!!". i seriously was hoping that this doesnt become true i cant imagine myself in a monotonous 9-5 job (though it never is i dunno y they say so anyways) and actually liking it....but as i said irony has it i have started to get good at this and believe me i have also started liking it!!!!!

Finally

well finally i am home. after a bloody long long wait o am home. though noting seems to b like it used to b here m still much more comfortable here. i hv enough time for myself unlike the times when i was in trichy where i was surrounded by people here i get time to spend with myself, not that i m complaining abt the times i spent in my MBA, but once in a while it does feel damn good to get back to ur own self.
life is back to its slow pace i find ample time to do wat i want and still hv time on my hands to get a good night's sleep. most of all i get to eat food dat suits my pallet, and not the good but tasteless rather not to my taste mess food. i miss all the pampering from the mess guys though. well u cant hv everything now can u.
i miss the untamed animal freedom here, not dat my parents enforce any restrictions on me but i just cant be same reckless person as i used to be in my hostel, got to think of too many consequences....