Monday, July 31, 2006

My Sister Finally Graduates

Hey friends,

A milestone for my sister, who after three intense years at Kings' College in London finally managed to pass. She created a lot of drama and suspense during these three years, nearly convincing herself that she was not college material. I even remember helping her out writing out essays and skimming through her materials to make notes. My parents and my brother and myself made sure she got the right support and encouragement, and thank the Lord, she made it through!

So sister, congratulations on your college degree!





Mansur

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Why Can't I Be Alone?

One of my favorite places in the world is the ocean.
That's one place where, as I snorkel, I can hear the sound of my own breath and nothing else.

As I swim across the surface of the ocean, I know I am far away from the madness of the world.
Yes, I may be an escapist, someone who is running away from the problems of the world

But

In the ocean, I am in solitude.
I am alone. I like that.
I stare down into the darkness.
Who knows how deep the ocean floor may be?

I wish something could come and drag me down to the ocean floor.
I want to fall into the abyss.
I want something in this darkness to end me.

I wish my life were like that too, where I don't have to encounter loud noise from all around me.
I wish I could be alone.
I wish I could live my life the way I want to.

Why can't I be alone?


Snoopy Island, Fujairah

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Underwater Sex

Hello friends,

On Tuesday night, I was at the Jumeirah Open Beach, where my colleague had invited me to hang out with his group of friends. Jumeirah Open Beach is also popularly known as Russian/ Moscow beach because a lot of Russians frequent it, clearly enticing the taxi drivers/ cleaners to stand and stare at the Russians.

My friend is a Filipino, and I was hesitant at first, but he was insisting to join them so I did. I had been to this Jumeirah Open Beach couple of times before, but of late there have been a lot of construction going on here creating a very messy, dusty and noisy atmosphere.

We got there after work, and his other friends got us Pizza Hut and KFC for dinner, and then we went swimming. It was actually quite pleasant. The water was just about the right temperature, the waves were just about right, the weather itself was just about right, till the moment when someone clutched my butts!

I turned around to see this Arab guy still holding onto my butts. I pushed him away immediately and asked him what his matter was. He didn't reply, so I called my friend over, and he started talking to this Arab guy who turned out to be from Oman. What the hell was he doing clutching my butts. Well, my friend said, he is looking for underwater sex with a guy!

Everything drained out from within me. I was out of color. I went pale. I went quiet. My friend asked me what happened, and I told him I didnt like him doing this. So for the next three hours that we were on the beach, my friend and his group shoved away any man that tried to come near me.

I asked my friend about this whole thing, and it turned out that Jumeirah Open Beach is a hang out place for men who want gay sex. It's a place where guys come to check out other guys, to pick them up, to take them back home for sex. It's a place where guys from neghboring countries come to look for cheap sex. It's a place which has already been raided by the CID resulting in the arrest of several men caught having sex underwater. It's a place where conservative men come to check out scantily clad men. I tell you what it is, it's a slap in the face for someone like me who didn't expect such a vibrant and lively gay scene right in the midst of Dubai! Call me naive, but I honestly didn't think the somewhat hidden gay community could do such things so openly here.

Mansur

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Driving in Dubai

Hey friends,

If I were to swear at all the people who drive like maniacs here in Dubai, or park in all the wrong places, or double park, or change lanes without giving indicators, or over speed, or drive on hard shoulders, or use hazard signs for wrong reasons, or cut in front of me abruptly, or drive too slow in a fast lane, or drive over a solid white line into my lane, or over taking recklessly, I would have the entire encyclopedia of all the swear words imaginable.

They say a picture says a thousand words, well here you go!


(courtesy of www.dwc.hct.ac.ae)


Mansur

NEW Movies- Pirates 2 and Fast & the Furious 3

Hey friends,

Saw two movies, both sequels, one good, another could have been better.

Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest was indeed a fun movie to watch. It wasn't a sequel in the traditional sense, but felt like as if the movie was continuing on from the first part. Usually, when you watch a sequel, you have the same characters, but you put them in different surroundings and basically try to repeat what made the first part a success, but in case of Pirates 2, it felt different, which probably made the movie more enjoyable. We get to meet Captain Kack Sparrow, Will Turner and Elizabeth, alongside newer characters. The basic plot line revolves around the search of a missing key which can unlock a hidden chest, in which is the dead's man "heart." Through series of swash buckling adventures, we see our heroes fighting off new set of villains, meeting a witch doctor en route, come face to face with Kraken, a sea monster, and bumping one main character off, all before coming to an abrupt ending, clearly leaving us wanting to see the third part eagerly. If you liked the first part, then you are sure to enjoy the second one. Just make sure you watch this movie with a fresh mind for its as long as 2.5 hours. My favorite scenes were some of the action sequences, especially the one on the huge spinning wheel!

Fast and the Furious 3: Tokyo Drift, the third part in the trilogy was a differnt story. Bringing in a new actor, who looks suspiciouly overly familair to the hero in the first part, seems like an attempt from the makers of this movie to re-create what they had in the first installment. The action begins with an intense car chase gone wrong in an American high school, whereafter our hero is sent to Tokyo Japan to stay with his dad. In Tokyo, he gets involved in the underworld car racing, or rather, "drifting," which is a procedure whereby the car drifts on the road, as if gliding. There were truly some amazing car racing/ drifting scenes that leaves you in awe of what one can do with a car, but in between the car chases, there is a story line too, which isn't really all that important. Our hero falls in love with the girlfriend of DK, Drift King, which sets off a series of explosive events, leading to a grand finale of car drifting amidst the mountain roads. By the way, watch out the surprise/ twist at the end, where our hero is beckoned to race someone..who turns out to be, well, I won't spoil the surprise.

Mansur

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Infiniti Q45

Hey friends,

On Thursday morning, I got a call from a certain delivery guy. "Sir your car is here!" I couldn't believe my ears as I proceeded to give him directions to my house. My excitement reached an all time when he called again telling me he is below my building. I rushed downstairs, and right outside my building was standing my car. The infiniti Q45. Dark Green. Covered with dust!



I sorted out my paperwork with the guy, paid for the insurance, and yeah baby, I am a free man! I didn't take it out that evening because traffic is crazy here. ON Friday morning, I took the car out, took it to a car wash, got it all cleaned up and picked my two friends and drove to Ikea for breakfast and grocery shopping at HyperPanda (Yes, the beloved hypermarket from Saudi is here in Dubai now!!)

That night, I drove all the way to Mall of the Emirates to get myself used to Dubai roads. I tell you, if people drove sensibly there would be no traffic, but no, people have to drive above speed limit and on hard shoulders and cut in without any indicators etc etc

Well, I finally have my car here now. I am definitely more mobile, and can do things more at my convenience, instead of relying on public transport. Let's see, where shall I go today evening?

Mansur

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Tagged!

Hey friends,

It's been a while since I was tagged. Mystique has tagged me, so here goes.

1. I am 6ft4"
2. I am addicted to chocolate milk
3. I could spend an entire lifetime riding roller coasters
4. I love getting scared via decent horror movies
5. I want to adopt an African baby when I am married
6. I have met Stephen King and Paulo Coelho in person (both are my favorite authors)
7. I can ski on snow (haven't tried water)
8. I have no gray hair till now (I say this because I see people younger than me having gray hairs!)
9. I have loved three girls, all of which I did not ask to marry because I was too shy
10. Guilty confession: I love watching movies from the 80s
11. I can lip read
12. I don't like cricket (can't sit and watch the entire match all day long unless it's a live match!)
13. I cannot eat spicy foods (being a Pakistani this is shocking to many people!)
14. I have written two books, of which I am waiting for the right time to publish
15. I am a huge procastinator (oh yes, I have to start my exercise regime, ok, maybe from tomorrow!)
16. I love writing, which explains why I had written essays for most of classmates in English 101 at university, and at English 102, and English 208!!
17. I speak better English than Urdu
18. I am very proud of being a Pakistani (despite all the negative stereotyping and racism towards Pakistanis!)
19. I've attempted suicide twice
20. I have aids. You still alive? Gotcha! Well, I mean I have "hearing aids" for I am deaf in both ears.

I know people can get busy but I tag everyone who is in my Reading List.

Mansur

Monday, July 10, 2006

Adopting An African Baby

Hey friends,

When I was hanging out with this baby, I wanted to adopt him so badly. Too bad he was the son of a family from Mali.



My affection for Africa goes way back to the 80s. My mom and her family grew up in Kenya, and when I was a little kid, we would often make trips to Kenya to visit my mom's elder sister and my cousins. We would go to safari and just submerge ourselves into the scenic surroundings of Nairobi. Ever since then, I have always had a soft spot for African babies. I hope to convince my future wife to adopt a baby from Africa (I have had this desire for a long time, so before anyone accuses me of being another Angelina/Brad, stop right there!) A close friend of mine knows very well my desire to have an African kid in my family. She thinks I am joking, but I tell her I am serious. I remember once my parents telling me that the girl I marry has to be a Muslim, and I asked them if I could marry a Sudanese or Kenyan girl, and they held back. Imagine, me marrying a jolly, chubby Sudanese woman, and our kids would be brown colored, with short curly hairs!

Mansur

Saturday, July 08, 2006

New Blog :: Footsteps in the Sand and Jeddah's Blog

Hey friends,

My coolest friend has started her own blog here. It's called Footsteps in the Sand. Make sure to check it out!

Another blog to check out called Good Morning Jeddah! I am so excited to see a group of bloggers from Jeddah coming up with this idea. I am just so over-excited. I pray and hope this blog is a success, and will be a perfect place to visit when people like me, who have lived there their whole lives, but have moved out now.

So all you, make sure to check out these two new blogs.

Mansur

No god But God

Then, one night in 610C.E., as he was meditating on Mt. Hira during one of his religious retreats, Muhammad had an encounter that would changed the world.

He sat alone in a cave, deep in meditation. Suddenly an invisible presence crushed him in its embrace. He struggled to break free but could not move. He was overwhelmed by darkness. The pressure in his chest increased until he could no longer breathe. He felt he was dying. As he surrendered his final breath, light and a terrifying voice washed over him, “like the break of dawn."

“Recite!” the voice commanded

“What shall I recite?” Muhammad gasped.

The invisible presence tightened its embrace. “Recite!”

“What shall I recite?” Muhammad asked again, his chest caving in.

Once more the presence tightened its grip and once more the voice repeated its command. Finally, at the moment when he thought he could bear no more, the pressure in chest stopped, and in the silence that engulfed the cave, Muhammad felt these words stamped upon his heart:

Recite in the name of your Lord who created,
Created humanity from a clot of blood.
Recite, for your Lord the Most Generous One
Who has taught by the pen;
Taught humanity that which it did not know (96:1-5)

This was Muhammad’s burning bush: the moment in which he ceased being a Meccan businessman concerned with society’s ill, and became what in the Abrahamaic tradition is called prophet. Yet, like his great prophetic predecessors – Abraham, Moses, David, and Jesus – Muhammad would be something more.

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This excerpt is taken from a book I am currently reading called "No god But God" by Reza Aslan. It’s a totally amazing book on the history of Islam, written in such a powerful way that you feel like you are right there. The words jump out of the pages and captivates you. When I read the above passage, I had shivers in my body. I could not imagine what the situation must have been liked. The passage continues to talk about how Muhammad was literally in shivers and shaking, and sought comfort from his wife Khadija. I wish I could somehow re-publish the whole chapter here because you get to read about Muhammad in a way never written before. He comes across as someone like you and me, someone human, yet God chose him to be a prophet. If anyone is interested in the history of Islam then this book is it. The younger Muslims of today will appreciate this book as will as anyone seeking to learn more about Islam.

Once I finish this book, I will post the proper review, because this one is highly recommended for your reading.

Mansur

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Fitting Final Farewell

Hello friends,

As a fitting final tribute to my father who has just retired from Saudi Arabia, Arab News carried out a lenghthy interview of him. I tell you, so many new memories came back of Old Jeddah as I read through this article.

To my dad, I wish for all the success for you in this world. You have made a huge impact on the Pakistani people, and to Saudis in your company, and I pray that desire to do good is implanted in the hearts of the people there. I know it's your desire to see the good people with good intentions come forward and do something for the society in the Kingdom, and I pray that desire becomes a huge reality in your lifetime. God bless you!

Mansur
(Yes, the reporter as always got my name wrong in the paper!)

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Finally Left

Hey friends,

On Monday night, my parents and sister finally left Jeddah. Eveything in our house had been packed up. All the carpets and curtains came down. All the plants given away. All the cupboards emptied out. My parents and their friends wept at the airport as it dawned on them that my parents were really leaving Jeddah. My sister confessed she didn't think she would be this sad. But amidst all the emotional turmoil, we all know we have great things to look forward to. My dad has his new businesses to handle in Pakistan. My mom will be busy with our house coming up, and looking for potential spouses for me and my sister. My sister has her graduation to look forward too. They are all going to spending time with my brother, his wife and their two kids for two months. So, despite us leaving, and being all sad about it, we know the best thing to do is move forward and anticipate all the exciting times that lay ahead of us. Mason Cooley once said "Every farewell combines loss and new freedom." I think that encapsulates my feelings for now. As I leave Jeddah, I know there are newer and bigger things to look out for, but then again, I will never forget where I am coming from.

Mansur

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Whose Side Are You On?

Hey friends,

Two different movies. Two different political spectrums. Two different reactions.

Yes, I watched two movies the last two nights and each one brought out a different reaction. I don’t think it was a mistake that I got to see United 93 first, and then The Road to Guantanamo next.

United 93, probably the most controversial movie of the year 2006, follows the tragedy of the fourth plane that was hijacked on September 11th 2001. Shot entirely on hand-held camera, United 93 brings to its viewers the events as it unfolded on that fateful day. So realistic is this movie, that we don’t get the standard character introductions like we would in other movies. Instead we jump right into the passengers passing through metal detectors, where you can see how lax the security really was pre-9/11. We also follow the four would be hijackers. Once aboard, the hijackers put their plan into action, and tell the 40 or so people on board to move back to the plane. The hijackers kill the pilots and take control of the plane.

We follow more intimately the lives of a couple of people on board who make calls to their wives. We also see the action at the Airline Crisis Center, the regional airport control tower, and the homes of the families whose husbands were caught in the plane. As the plane route is diverted, the passengers realize that the bomb strapped around one of the hijackers is fake, and put their own plan into action. The rest as we know is history. The plane crashed into the ground. No survivors.

No doubt, it’s a well-made film. There is so much tension and suspense, and even though we know how the movie will end, we still hold our breath as we see the action unfold. We feel like as if were right there on the plane on that day. By casting unknown actors to portray the real-life people who were caught in the action, it works in their favors because we don’t think of Bruce Willis or Nicholas Cage. These people are real people and not some cardboard action hero. Here men cry as they speak with their wives. A daughter and mom just stay on the phone. Another man asks his work colleague to say a prayer with him. We also get to see the more human side of the hijackers. They are not caricature or stereotyped. They were doing what they had set out to do. I saw this movie on DVD, but had I seen it in the theatres, I would expect the whole hall to stay in stunned silence.

While the movie does not attempt to take sides or create larger than life characters, it does ask us to remember the passengers who made the effort to divert the plane. We are shown families talking on phones. We feel their grief and agony. We also feel sympathetic for the hijackers as they feel helpless when they realize their plan has gone awry. But at the end of it all, this movie was made to honor those passengers who perished.

Despite it being a great and well-made movie, I still had several questions running through my mind. Everyone on board seemed to make phone calls from their cell phone as if it were the easiest thing to do. I know that’s not possible, especially if you are traveling over 450 knots per hour. This movie is also based on the accounts of the families of those who perished, collecting information from phone calls and messages left on answering machines, which would of course raise an issue of how accurate the events depicted inside the plane is.

Having said that, I am just being nit-picky about smaller details, because this movie, on a larger scale reminded me of the times we live in. United 93 is thought provoking, gut wrenching and real enough to make you sit still in silence long after the movie is over. The world has indeed changed after 9/11 and all that credit goes to the people who hijacked the four planes and changed history forever.

My feelings on this movie changed DRAMATICALLY as I watched another independent movie called The Road to Guantanamo (TRTG). TRTG is about three British Pakistanis, Asif, Ruhel and Shafiq, who go to Pakistan for Asif’s wedding. These three young men are just like any other three young men. While in Pakistan, they make a plan to go to Afghanistan. Through the bus ride they come to Afghanistan. Before they realize what’s been happening, they get caught up with the Taliban fighters, and in the blink of an eye, their whole life is changed for the worse as they are transported and surrendered to the Northern Alliance. The three friends are mistake for Taliban fighters and soon come under the control of the American military that are in control of the base.

All three of them are interrogated and shouted at, and are accused of being at a rally addressed by Osama bin Laden. The three friends deny any involvement with Osama or with the Taliban. They were just caught in at the wrong time at the wrong place. The more they deny, the more severe the punishment, till it comes to the point where their heads are shaved, changed into bright orange suit, goggles put on, dust mask put on, mufflers put on and are air-freighted to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

The rest of the movie details out how the three friends are interrogated abused, mis-handled while in captivity. Eventually after two years in prison, they are released and were not charged. As of now, according to the movie, there are 500 prisoners in Guantanamo Bay, and only 10 are charged with a crime.

It become extremely difficult for me to watch the scenes at Guantanamo Bay because the treatment meted out to the prisoners is just horrific. One of the prisoners is praying, and the American military guard asks him why he is praying as he is supposed to be British: what about the Queen? In another case, the military guard thrashes the cell and throws the Quran down on the floor and kicks it. The three friends are also put in isolation cells because they continue to maintain their innocence and deny any involvement with Osama bin Laden or the Taliban. In one case, they are put in isolation cell, with heavy metal music on full volume and flashing light thrown on their faces. I couldn’t stand the few seconds shown on film, and these three had to endure hours of such torture. I tell you, these are scene that just literally punch you in the stomach really hard.

The American military are shown as being rude, swearing, mis-treating the prisoners, shouting at them all the time, talking to prisoners as if they were animals, and ignorant of the Muslim faith. I thought that it was little unfair to show the American military guards this way, but then as the movie wore on, all I could think of was Abu Ghraib prison scandal. I can never forgive the Americans for what they did there. TRTG brought out the same anger in me, and I wanted to literally vent my anger out at the TV. I was so angry at the way the prisoners were treated, it made me feel ok that the passengers died on United 93.

If anyone is following the current events, the international body has called for the US to close the Guantanamo Bay, but US being US is defiant. We see Bush and Cheney talking in the movie: they are bad guys (referring to the captured detainees); they don’t share the same values that you and I do. Believe you me, the prisoners in this movie had better values than the American guards!

Again, I had to keep in mind that TRTG is a movie based on personal accounts of the three young men who were released and are living in Britain now. This is their story.

As for me, I was sympathetic for the passengers on United 93. The hijackers had no right to do something like this because as Muslims, we believe killing one person is akin to killing all of mankind. There is no justification for the 9/11 attacks. However, when you delve deeper into what led the hijackers to do something so horrific, you do tend to understand where they are coming from. Daily 50 plus people are dying in Iraq. Daily people are being killed in Palestine. Daily people are being killed in Afghanistan. When you see TRTG, you realize how cheap life has become there.

So two different movies: United 93 and The Road to Guantanamo. Two different reactions. I identify more with TRTG than United 93. Americans will identify more with United 93. It’s so hard to believe that the world we live in has changed to dramatically right before our eyes. We are in the midst of history being created. At the expense of sounding like George Bush: whose side are you on? The passengers who died on the plan? Or the innocent prisoners who are being held unfairly, without any justice, at Guantanamo Bay? Of course, it's not as simple as Americans versus the Muslim World. The problem is far too complex than that. However, these movies force you to think again of what's right and wrong and everything in between.




Mansur

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Movie :: Looking For Comedy in the Muslim World

Hey friends,

An interesting movie to watch out for: Looking For Comedy in the Muslim World. It's one of those independent movie, and can also be categorised as a black comedy.

This movie stars Albert Brooks as himself, playing an out of work actor, hired by the US State Department on a commission to go to India and Pakistan to find out what makes the Muslims laugh. In a post 9/11 world, the US government seeks to understand the Muslims better, and one way they feel they can do that is to understand what makes the Muslims laugh and ligh-hearted.

So Albert sets off to India with two men for security, and what follows is his attempt to ask the people of India what makes them laugh. He hires someone to type a 500-page report to submit to the State Department at the end of the one month stay. Without much success, and the Indian public shunning his questions, he proceeds to organize a public Comedy Show, pretty much like the comedy clubs in the US. Fliers are published and its a full house. Despite his full out efforts at different kinds of jokes and improvisation, the public fails to laugh.

Being humiliated by less than enthusiastic audience, Albert's two security men have arranged for him to go to Pakistan across the border where there are several aspiring comedians who want to see Albert the comedian. So he goes to Pakistan illegally where he performs the same jokes to a much more receptive audience of Pakistani men who laugh at the jokes riotiously.

Once he comes back to India, we see that the officials at Indian government and Pakistani officials at the Pakistani embassy in India are made aware of a certain American in India, asking people questions and making an illegale trip across he border. Albert is asked to quickly leave India for his own safety. Once back home, little does he realize that monumental task he performed is not trying to figure out what makes the Muslims laugh but to escalate the tension between India and Pakistan.

This movie is a complete fiction, and quite an interesting one. My favorite scene was when Albert is in Pakistan and he is sharing jokes with the Pakistani men, and they laugh like crazy, as was I, yet the Indian would not understand the same jokes. It just got me thinking, do different cultures, born out of one country, share different sense of humor. I think it would. My other favortie scene(s) is when Albert walks into his office whereby he passes a large room where telephone operators are handling calls. You hear statements like "Thank you for calling Saks Fift Avenue. How may I direct your call?", "Thank you for calling The Gap," "This is the White House. How can I address your call?"

It's a light-hearted comedy and whether you like or hate Albert Brooks will also define whether you like or hate this movie.

Some may see the portrayal of the Indians as India-bashing, but I think given its a comedy movie, some leniency must be given. Of course, it works for the portrayals of the Pakistanis too. Hollywood will never be able to get it right when it comes to portraying Asian characters, unless handled by an Asian director. I mean, in one scene, a top Pakistani official general could not even pronounce the name of a Pakistani city properly. Why don't they research properly? The sub-plot of the Indian girl and her boyfriend loses momentum. There are slow bits in between, which somewhat tests your patience. But on the whole, it was an enjoyable movie, one to be seen with an open mind.

Mansur
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