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The itch! February 7, 2010

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There’s gotta be more to life – Stacie Orrico

I’ve got it all, but I feel so deprived
I go up, I come down and I’m emptier inside
Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I’m missing
And why can’t I let it go

[Chorus]
There’s gotta be more to life…
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I’m…
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Well it’s life, but I’m sure… there’s gotta be more
Than wanting more

I’ve got the time and I’m wasting it slowly
Here in this moment I’m half way out the door
Onto the next thing, I’m searching for something that’s missing………….

All of us are looking….searching…..wanting for that something not knowing what it really is.  Its like an itch but you dont know where exactly you need to scratch. So we itch……we itch different places (hehe…wont get too descriptive on this one!) we itch with activities, with different people, with different religions, with new age philosophies…..somehow the itch doesnt go away…

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Whats in a name…. February 4, 2010

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So I recently got the meaning of my name on urbandictionary.com and it read – “A reena is typically a female that spends excessive amounts of time watching House and reading MLIA.

A reena tends to find mundane, stupid things exorbitantly exciting, such as Snuggies and bubble wrap.  The reena can be very mean when it wants to be, and has a sharp tongue, which it has most likely adopted from Simon Cowell and/or Lily Allen and/or Greg House.

It also tries to be badass, but has a sticky, gooey inside that has a weakness for cute things, like puppies and donuts.

Be extra cautious while approaching a reena, as they are known to be volatile and violent at times. If you by chance run into a reena and it shows signs of anger, slowly back away keeping your hands above your head and offer it some colorful items that you probably find stupid (ex.: bendy straws, raisin bran, animal crackers, dinosaur stickers, etc.)
The reena has also warned many people that it is important to be prepared for the incoming zombie apocalypse. It requests that you keep an adequate supply of multi-layered clothing, face masks, ducks, and venus razors.”

And I was like wow….that sums me up…..almost but not quite….and then I went through names of other people I knew…..some were spot on ….and the others …not really.  But it got me thinking about how each one of us are named………and how we are identified by a word that our parents chose to call us (unless you are one of those people who chose to legally change your name or go by a pseudonym…)

Loads of people ask me what my name means…..(dunno whether its to make conversation or whether they are genuinely interested) and I always tell them that my dentist once told me that it means “sun”(he really did). A quick google search says it means “reborn”… uh-huh…..i suppose thats supposed to make me feel like my name has depth….that it actually means something worthwhile…..but i doubt my parent put that much thought into what name they gave their kids….or maybe they did…..

So my story goes ….. I come from Goa, India….and although my parents have decent Portuguese-esque names they decided to name me after….after….well i dont really know…i guess my mom just liked the name. But after hearing some of the names some of my fellow Goenkars have got, I must say i got off lightly – names like Petrocin, Arkanj, Pobreen, Caitan etc …while my physical appearance got me few points when i was in high school, had I got one of those names i dunno what would happened to my then already low self-esteem….

I watched a trailer of a hindi movie called “my name is khan” and from what i got about the movie (well other than the actress Kajol looks better as she grows older…) it is about how an asian family in the US struggles through suspicion of being terrorists because of their last name. Even Bollywood gets..(or rather is cashing in on) the fact that the name you bear can have consequences on the life you have.

And then I think about those celeb-spawns……they’ve got names like Zuma, Chastity, Sparrow, Poppy Honey and Daisy Boo and I wonder how life is gonna be like going through high school for them (but then ofcourse they’ve probably got trust funds that can aid their therapy sessions!)

The problem of weird name giving is a trend that dates way back to biblical times. Jabez was a name given to a kid then coz it meant pain because his mom bore him in pain – (now I’m thinking there was psychological pain coz otherwise we’d have a lot of moms using that excuse…..) Fortunately for Jabez – he got so tired of it all that  he cried out to God to bless him with prosperity and to deliver him from the torture that came associated with his name and God did! Although there are only 2 verses in the Bible that actually talk about him, Jabez is now considered a success story and an example of how God can turn a really messed up name into something worthwhile.

So I guess for those stuck with names like Pinky, Twinkie and Agapita….theres hope ……

 

is justice really blind? February 2, 2010

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Ok, so when i first got the idea to blog. I thought I’d just put up light hearted stuff here – stuff like restaurant reviews etc. But this piece of news caught my attention and I couldnt shake it off my mind. 

I recently watched (more like got addicted!!) a Singaporean/Malaysian soap opera called “The Little Nyonya” where one for the female characters got raped and the man agreed to marry her in order not to face criminal charges and this was agreed by the girl’s family so that they would not to go through the public humiliation of having a daughter disgraced as no man would want to marry a woman who is not a virgin. This story was set in the 1940’s.

Year 2010. and I’m reading an article on the local news (1 February 2010) about how a man was arrested for raping his housemaid. However, he has since married the victim and based on the Punishment Law “criminal charges will be dropped if the suspect marries the woman in a rape case.”  

The article also goes on to write “Judges jailed him for three years despite the woman dropping the charges against him.” and how his defense lawyer has argued that it should be dropped now that the marriage certificate has been producted and presented in court.

UNBELIEVABLE!!!!! and as I’m shaking my head in disbelief – I’m wondering what can be done for this woman.  That poor, poor woman, who came into this country to make money – most probably to send to a family back home, now has to live with the trauma of being forced upon – and is suddenly married to the man who defiled her!

Having gone through a season of attending weddings and anniversaries, I have heard constantly of how the institution of marriage is sacred and is based on love and mutual respect for each other and how it should not be taken lightly….but when its basis is one to escape punishment for one’s own crime – it raises questions as to who exactly performs this so-called marriage. Has it become that easy just to obtain a marriage certificate for people to go through the process without it playing on their conscience? And while couples who love each other deeply often go through rough patches – what about this couple? what exactly will change between them now that he’s married to her. Will she be accepted by the rest of his family as one of the family? (who now know her to be the housemaid who took their son/nephew/uncle to court) Is he taking responsibility by marrying her?

Maybe I sound naive by the questions I just raised but I’m trying to be optimistic for the sake of the woman involved in this case…but having lived here all my life and heard of way too many similar stories – am pretty sure of the next steps this man will take (once the charges are dropped) it’ll start with divorce,then deportation and she’ll be back in her country- disgraced and damaged! And while this housemaid is gone…..he (or another member of his family) will apply for a visa for another housemaid……

May God help those in need………

 

Practising Thai chi – 29th January 2010

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So my weekend plans weren’t much other than to have a look or listen to what seemed to be the revival of a locally formed band that played at parties and concerts during my high school days called “Purple Headake” but now have revamped and polished themselves to “Pure Prophecy” at City Center. Plans soon changed (as they normally do in my case) to have a listen and then go off to eat in one of the many places that are there at the mall.

 Ok, the malls in Bahrain are known to be swarming with our neighbours from across the border and with families on weekends but this particular Friday the traffic outside the mall was almost ridiculous. Fortunately, City Center is a big mall and you can get enough of space for yourself to breathe (not in the case of the visitors at the Autumn Fair taking place nearby). The sound of a saxophone playing John Meyer’s “waiting for the world to change” drew us near Saks Fifth Avenue and the band lived up to my expectation of kick-@##! (For those who haven’t heard them yet – you must – they’ll be playing this weekend as well!)

Our restaurant of choice was Thai Chi Restaurant which is located near the other somewhat trendy eating joints at the mall. The place can be best described as modern oriental-chic; and with its hues of lavender and wooden interior décor it makes it hard to believe that it is located in a busy mall. We were lead to our table which was at the center of the restaurant and being one easily amused I took a liking to the metal mesh curtain that they had there. From what I remembered, we ordered dim sum, one green curry, one red curry, shiitake mushrooms in sauce with rice (didn’t really write down the names of the dishes that we had – sorry- next time will do!) but it was simply delish! We could have done without some of the fried items that we ordered as it seemed too dry but the curries made up for it and although the portions seemed small for the voracious eaters in our group, it did suffice leaving us feeling well-fed without being overly stuffed. Before our dessert could arrive we were served with traditional Chinese tea with dried oriental fruit inside – I did try to bite into them but still could not make out what it was but later found out that it was Chinese dates! For dessert, we had fresh mango with sticky rice soaked in coconut milk which gave it a pudding-ish texture and was absolutely divine. Although I will leave out the other dessert item as it was so substandard that it didn’t leave any impression on my mind.

 Being a big fan of both Chinese and Thai cuisine I have to say that the overall experience was a good one and definitely one that I could recommend to friends.

 

Hola – its meeee…

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So, now starts the phase of another new venture by me. I dont know whether I can actually keep this up or eventually get bored and stop bothering with this one. But since this is all new to me….its all exciting. So here goes…..