Life was moving at a leisurely pace, swaying to the winds of change and mixed fortunes, but then there were hardly any regrets what so ever. The passion to do something was still burning , maybe in little embers now, and not so violently aflame as early days. The desire to travel had never ceased and that is what catapulted time and again to look for avenues of earning a livelihood in different atmospheres.
An opportunity to work in the Middle East sprung up its head and I saw it as a challenge, it raised its hood and the fangs forked out venomous pros and cons. Lots to debate and discuss on, heaps to settle before I made a decision to move.
A year so critical as our only child could get disturbed due to the fact she was appearing for her CBSE XII Boards and the future lay bare in front of her to step on and tread a chosen path. She would be needing to be hand held and the timing is such that its a make or break avenue for my career as well.
Wifey and self had several sleepless nights over these matters and the synergies seemed to come to an imbroglio at one point of time, but then sanity prevailed and we decided that she would take care to the best she can and I should take up the assignment.
Landed here, in Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, about 5 weeks ago, and the huge paradigm shift of so many things began to happen, as soon as I stepped foot here. One of them was near zero visibility of feminine gender of our so called evolved breed of homo sapiens... Water was costlier, I can easily say more than double the price of fuel... Indians and my countrymen were the first to fleece us here than make us feel comfortable, that is what they were here for, making money... All Asians talk big here, they have neither a valid entry permit nor a legally well paying job, but Baatein kerwa lo....
Considering the assurances from my company administrators, I could feel the lazy pace of how things moved, there was absolute no fear of time lines or accountability. Many features were so dramatically portrayed that it was such a humoungus task to get a SIM for my fone, getting a fone for me was also an achievement, a laptop was like monumental, the formatting to be done even more of a challenge....
It felt so much like the pathetic Government of India Office Babu culture all over. Enjoyable within to laugh about, but painfully alarming, is this what I took all the extra tension for and is it worth the shift....
My mind is getting attuned and my attitude is developing as is the wont. I fear I may become laid-back and / or lose that fire in my belly, I so take pride in. I feel ashamed to let this be tracked back to family that my job is good but I am not feeling satisfied, the atmosphere around in multi linguist and multi cultural but the administrative - mental blockage of all of them is very nearly the same, and I need to "Shift my Temperamental" gears to accustom in sync with them.
The trauma lives and dies within me each day, but since I have taken the risk of this venture with our decisions, then I have to live by it. I will and I am, Insha Allah, I will scrape thru well and Rabb Rakha, all will smoothen out well.
Till the next time, if the mind sees an advantageous shift, another blog will follow !!!~
