Friday, February 4, 2011

I am 20088 days old today

Today I am 20088 days old (55 years old)!! Phew, I just realized that I have been living so long. I am not sure at this moment when I am typing this, what I am supposed to do or how I am supposed to behave when I am 55 years old. After all birthdays are only numbers in my life and I have always believed that age is a state of mind. I am too old to be called middle age and too young to be called senior citizen!! I feel like a 19 year old who is too old to be called a kid and too young to be called a grown up. A friend said when she turned 55, she looked for a doctor to inject Botox on her face and neck and spent about $2800 for that day and till today every 4 months she spends that money! I am not going to do that. I spent extra time in the last few days, looking at my face on the mirror. Have I aged? Yes. I have aged but I liked what I saw on the mirror. It was a peaceful face unlike the many ladies I see on the street. Peace means contentment and happiness. Am I happy and contented? I am.


When my hair started becoming white, I realized that it is beyond human control. The wrinkles appeared – first on the neck and then near my eyes and forehead and now near my lips. But do I care? Yes. I do for fleeting moments but then after all I am human. I have not declined physically. In fact, I have more energy than most teenagers of these days. I sleep late and get up early. I do not take afternoon naps and I do not consume health supplements. I am bad at keeping exercise routines and I pant when I walk up the staircase. If I squat down for too long, I get cramps but then I know of many teenagers who suffer the same. Therefore have they aged or am I as fit as a youngster?

Someone said “you are patient”. But my family members and close friends think I am impatient. I am patient when it comes to waiting for good things to happen in my life. I am impatient when someone waste precious time and I have to wait with them or for them. My time is not to be manipulated by anyone else except me. When I was younger, I did not know how to while away my time when I have to wait for a bus or sit waiting for my turn at the clinic. I wanted the waiting to be over. But these days, I like sitting and waiting patiently as I am able to utilize that precious time and valuable opportunity to notice aspects of the world that I have never been aware of when I was younger – for example the touch of the material of my blouse caressing my arms, the sound of the clock or the refrigerator, the sound of the wind, the very gentle waving of the tree in the breeze, the sound of the mating lizards in my house, the swishing of the water when my neighbor turns on the tap and more. Each time, the sounds are different as I realized as I aged, the present moment is certainly different from the last and the next. I like the times when I am seated comfortably in a car or taxi that is stuck in a traffic jam. I find precious time to reflect.

I learnt many things from my past – the good, the bad and the ugly. I have learnt that past experiences are for the present and future. I realized dreams and materialize if we work on it and many of my dreams have materialized. I want to live on the present – to now! Therefore I have decided not to talk or think too much of what has or has not happened or what might or might not happen. But then I am not saying that I am not considering the future – the future is my present experiences improved. My past experiences have given me an inner stability and mental clarity to work with greater wisdom and acceptance on my current and future. I no longer worry about how others see me. The spirit of ME in me needs no qualification or recognition. Therefore at 55 year old I have a free mind – not caught up in concern of what others will say about me – my mind is at peace.

I have learnt to forgive those who have upset me. I have matured enough to understand that whatever upset feelings I had is my own creation! I have not deliberately hurt anyone. I forgive acknowledging the fact that given the same circumstances I could have easily made the same kind of mistakes. I am not alone in this wide world and I am thankful that I have a close knit family; great motivating friends and fans. This is enough to nurture me further in life.

I am thankful to the Almighty that I am healthy and alive. I am grateful to everyone who formed the ME. The hard knocks of life and the gentle love of family members and friends shaped me into what I am now - 55 years old lady born Devagi Chandrakasan and now signing of as Devagi Sanmugam!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

I have ties with Dubai now!

2011 saw me in Dubai – a place I have heard of, spoken about and seen on the movies. All that I have heard was “people in Dubai are wealthy”, “it is all desert”, “it is a Muslim country”, “you will have to wear an “abaya”like the Arab women when you are in Dubai” etc etc and more. I was silly…….I thought Dubai is the capital of United Arab Emirates!! I had a chance to polish my Geography from this visit……no wonder people say – “the more you travel they more you will become street smart”.

The United Arab Emirates comprises of seven states known as “emirates”(because they are ruled by emirs (emirs means commanders or leaders). The government also has a president but each of the emirs acts as leader of his own emirate. The seven emirates are: Abu Dhabi, Ajman, Dubai, Fujairah, Ras al-Khaimah, Sharjah and Umm al-Quwain. The capital and second-largest city is Abu Dhabi.

And so I landed at the Dubai International Airport’s Terminal 3 one afternoon and was just shocked at the expanse of space in terms of height of ceiling to the length and breadth of the airport! I thought Singapore’s airport was the best in the world. I found out later that Terminal 3 in Dubai is the largest building in the world by floor space and it handles over 30 million over passengers a year. I only counted a few on landing on my departure day but the fact is this airport has 82 moving walkways, 97 escalators, eight skytrains (4 each at Arrivals and Departures), 157 elevators, and 27 truck lifts; 180 check-in counters and 2,600 car-parking spaces and 115,000 sq ft of shopping facilities. In addition at the departure hall where I was held up for sometime because of overweight luggage, there are 126 check-in counters for economy class passengers, and 36 for first and business class passengers. Also, there are 18 self service kiosks, 3 lounges for unaccompanied minors, 38 counters and 12 e-gates for Economy class passengers and 10 counters and 4 e-gates for First & Business class at immigration. There is also a mosque within the airport

Travelling from the airport to the hotel was not difficult. The taxi service provided by the government run Dubai Transport airport taxi service was very efficient. The taxis are meter-run and the start-up charge on the meter was Dh.20 and I paid about Dh.43 when I reached Park Kris Kin Regis Hotel. Dubai and the rest of the emirates share the same currency - the Arab Emirate Dirham or AED. It is called Dirham for short and you will see it abbreviated as either Dhs. or Dh. 1 dhs is divided into 100 fils (the equivalent of cents). The notes come in denominations of 5,10,20,50,100,200,500 and 1000 Dirhams. The coins come in 1,5,10,25 and 50 fils and 1 dirham. Personally, I liked the feel of the coins –every coin looked like it was handcrafted as the emblems and the edges of the coins don’t exactly look neat as if it was machine made.

While I was at the airport and in the taxi, I noticed something that I was slightly puzzled and shocked – I saw more Indians and Filipinos walking in the streets than Arabs! And there were many Indian and Filipino restaurants dotted everywhere on the street and some were even chain restaurants from India. My taxi driver was a Filipino lady who wore a pink attire and pink head scarf. Pink taxis provide a “women only” service and provide services at places frequented by women and I did not know of it until a couple of days later. The taxi had a pink roofs, pink seats and pink interior …too much of a feminine touch for me.

The national dress of the Arab men is the very very spotlessly clean long flowing white “disdasha” or “kandoura” as they called it. I never came across a man in a dirty or crumbled traditional wear. This traditional white garment allows the air to circulate and helps to cool the body during the hot weather. During the cold winter, the men wear a disdasha that is made of thicker material like wool and wear darker shades. They all wore a head dress called the “ghuttra” or “ogal”which were usually white though occasionally I saw men with red and white checked material. To hold the ghuttra in place, they wore a thick black cord like thing that not only was used as decorative piece on the head but I found out later that it was also used for tying the camel’s feet at night so that it will not go wondering! The head dress is worm to protect the head and face from direct sunlight and also to cover the mouth and nose during cold weather or sandstorms. The ladies wore a long flowing traditionally black “abaya” and a head dress called the “sheyla”. The abayas are usually decorated with beads or fine embroidery and it covers the whole body except the face, feet and hands. The older women wore a black mask called the “burkha” to cover their entire face. I saw some women who even covered their hands with long black gloves. I kept wondering and wondering how hot they will feel. If I am going to be dressed like this in the kitchen, I think I will go mad…………which is giving me another thought? Are there Arab women who are chefs in restaurants? What do they wear?

More of Dubai experience in the next few weeks.........