Monday, 22 February 2016

Refresh, Purify, Detox!

"You must eat water and drink your food" said a nutritionist who visited Oman recently. 
Truly, we were puzzled by what she said but we couldn't make it to her workshop the next day. 
Then one day while travelling, at the airport lounge, we remembered her words when we noticed a water dispenser with all sorts of fruits and vegetables floating in it. 
'Detox Water'- the label said. 
It tasted citric, acidic, watery, and sweet. 
Must say that it was instantly refreshing.

On coming home, we googled for 'Detox water' and were surprised by the number of recipes that showed up. Impressed by the health benefits, we immediately decided to make  the most simplest recipe which turned out to be the best. 

Recipe:

10 fresh mint leaves
3 thin slices of lemon
5 thin slices of cucumber
1 litre water

Let the water stand for about 30 minutes before drinking. 
We think it is a super way to keep cool and hydrated this summer. 

Sunday, 10 January 2016

Leaving, Leaving!



“We’re leaving!” announced Linda last summer.

“Surely not so soon?” her girlfriends asked incredulously.

“No, no, no, we’re not ‘leaving, leaving’, we’re not bidding farewell to Oman!” clarified Linda.

“Michael and I are leaving on a long summer holiday to Spain where we have some property. And you know what? The last time we went there, we had bought Omani dates for our friends. And guess what? They had date palms in their backyard and the dates that grew on them were so ripe and juicy…”

Linda always spoke animatedly and was popular among her friends.

Her friends looked forward to hearing stories about her Spanish holiday when she got back.

At a coffee morning at the club after Linda’s return, she sighed and said,

“We’re leaving.”

“Surely not so soon?” her friends asked with concern.

“Oh no, we’re not ‘leaving, leaving’!” said Linda waving ‘farewell’ with her hand.

“Michael and I are leaving our house because our house is too old and parts of the roof caved in while we were on holiday. It looks like a refugee camp right now. We are moving to a villa down the street.”

At Linda’s housewarming party, she declared,

“Friends, we are leaving!”

Her friends had a ‘Now what?’ written on their faces as they gathered in the living room, admiring Linda’s collection of art from different parts of the world.

“Friends, Michael and I are ‘leaving, leaving’!” said Linda emphatically.

Immediately, her circle of friends converged around her and threw a volley of questions.

“Surely not so soon?”

“Isn’t this a housewarming party?”

“How many glasses of wine have you had this evening?”

“What happened?”

“When?”

“Why?”

“Where?”

In that warm circle of concerned faces, Linda had found an international sisterhood that she was surely going to miss terribly.

“Well, you see, yesterday Michael went to the HR office to check why his ‘extension of contract’ letter was delayed. To his amazement, he realized that there would be no further extension of his contract owing to the dip in oil prices. If only he had realized it sooner, we would have moved to a hotel instead of moving into a new house. With some luck and good contacts, he has found another job and we are leaving in two weeks.”

“Oh dear!” exclaimed her friends and gave her a collective hug.

“Now, that gives us very little time to bundle up our life here” said Linda.

Her friends gave suggestions for finding a new job for the maid, for selling the cars, and for finding new homes for the cats (most heartbreaking). Some of them even offered to run errands and to care for Linda’s cats for a while till they found a new home (some consolation).

“I am so glad I have all of you and I will miss you soooo much” Linda’s eyes watered.

“Awww… we will miss you too, Linda.” Another big hug.

Michael walked in at this dramatic moment.

“Hey, you girls are supreme sentimental fools, aren’t you?” More tears and hugs (Michael included!).

“Well” he said, freeing himself from the tangle of middle-aged feminine arms, “In my opinion, our expat lives and moving from place to place prepares us for our final farewell when it is time to meet our Maker.”

Heads nod in agreement as they mull over this third dimension of ‘leaving, leaving, LEAVING!’



(This post was also published in Outpost Muscat Newsletter, Jan-Feb 2016.)

Thursday, 31 December 2015

A Guru in the Sky



“Have you got some green chillies?” the gentleman sitting next to me in the airplane asked the air hostess. 

“No, sir!” she replied, a little amazed at the strange request. 

We were travelling home by business class this month owing to certain circumstances and did not have to pay the air fare. This gentleman was no ordinary person. When he started chatting to me I gathered that he was a cardiologist who treated royalty. 

They say that when the time is right, the guru appears. This gentleman answered a few questions that I had always wanted to ask a doctor. He also told me a few things that I had never heard before. Here is the list I made to sum up what he said:


-          A simple humble family is a blessing. Stay close.
-          Hug people. Don’t simply text or call.
-          Eat green chillies.
-          Drink (moderately).
-          Exercise.
-          Don’t harbor deceit.
-          Share your grief.
-          Eat less as you grow older.

Sunday, 1 November 2015

A Step Back in Omani Time






On a watch on display in the main building at the Bait al Zubair museum in Muscat, time had stopped at 10 O’Clock.

There were also other things which appeared to have stopped in mid-movement. Finely dressed men, women, and children seemed to await a wedding ceremony. Apart from these elegant statues, there were some paintings by the Indian artist Vasant Telpote which depicted groups of Omani men and women.

We learnt a few new things about the Omani traditional dress. The intricate folding of the Msarr or the men’s turbans denoted the origin of wearer. The men also wore kohl to protect their eyes from the harsh rays of the desert sun. They carried kohl in a silver container called Al Mkahil which they tucked into their belts.  The Thob/ Buthail women’s dresses are shorter in the front and trailing in the back probably to wipe away the women’s footprints in the sand. In one of the glass boxes, was a display of uniquely shaped silver rings for each of the five fingers. The children wore amulets made from animal teeth, claws, wood, horn, and glass which protected them from the evil eye.

The museum has a good collection of Omani artefacts that spans a few centuries. In one gallery, there are hand-held shields made from the hides of rhinos and hippos, among firearms and swords. In another, there is a large display of musical instruments, whereas yet another has cooking pots and pans.

Abu Backer,a supervisor, informed us that this museum is housed in the family home of the Zubair family and in 1999 it received His Majesty Sultan Qaboos’ Award for Architectural Excellence.

Miniature replicas of the Rustaq fort, the Tower of the Nizwa fort, Quriyat and Jabrin Castles give an idea of the grandeur of Omani architecture. On the first floor, there is a historic collection of coins and stamps and a unique collection of manuscripts dating from the 16th century.

The garden outside the main building has a barasti (palm frond) hut, a falaj (ancient water distribution system), a souq area, a boat display, and a miniature Omani village.

The Bait Al Dalaleel near the Omani village is a carefully restored old Omani house which brings to life the vernacular architecture in Oman. It shows how the Omanis lived a century ago. The half-moon-shaped steps of the majlis lead to a cosy sitting arrangement. The grandfather clock makes the visitor step back in time as one walks through low doors and comes across a variety of old-worldly common household objects – a big rectangular radio, crystal vials of pink, blue, orange, and red which hold perfumes, a large blue and white ceramic plate plastered into the wall, day light filtering through gaps in the closed wooden window panes.

In the bedroom, the bed canopy has peacock and flower motifs. The same motifs are also on the picture of a young man in military uniform. There is a sewing machine with the brand name ‘Peacock’. Beside the wooden storage cupboard is an antique coal iron with a wooden handle.

The front door of the old house leads directly into the modern-day coffee shop of the museum. The warm aroma of tea and coffee immediately brought us back to the present time. We looked at our watches to find that it was nearly time for our bus to leave for PDO Camp again. 

(This post was also published in Outpost Muscat Newsletter, Nov-Dec 2015.)

Friday, 23 October 2015

A New Toy



 "That's my dream car" said Harshal.
"That's my dream car" said Priya.
"That's my dream car" said Moons.

That was my husband's dream car for a lifetime.
A lifetime doesn't last forever, does it?
So a week ago, we decided to buy a pre-owned Mini Cooper convertible when we got a deal which was as good as a steal.

I called my mum the next day.
"Mum, we have a new car. It is called Mini."
"Minnie?" she asked, "Like Mickey's friend in the cartoons?"
"Oh yes!" I said.

My young nephew asked, "New?"
"No" I said, "Pre-loved by someone, but in good condition."
"Pre-loved always better" he said.



Sunday, 4 October 2015

Man, Woman, and the Cat





In a tribal village in India there lived a newly married couple. 
The wife’s name was Suma and the husband’s name was Vasu. 


Both Suma and Vasu had built their hut together. They had decided that like other families in the village, the husband would go to work on the farm and earn money while the wife would stay at home and do household work. Suma and Vasu had agreed that whatever money Vasu earned would be shared equally by them both. They kept their leather money pouch tucked behind a loose brick in the wall.


A kitten named Mani also lived with them. Mani was a special cat because she knew human languages. When Vasu went to work, she would talk to Suma.

One day, Suma noticed that two of the mud pots that she used for cooking had cracked.   
That evening when Vasu came home, she said,

“Vasu, we need to buy two new mud pots.”

“How many pots do we have?” asked Vasu.

“We had six but two are cracked” answered Suma.

“Well, then, my dear, I am sure you can cook in the remaining four pots. The money we save can be kept for our future children” said Vasu.

Suma agreed with him and somehow managed to cook in four pots.


The next week, Vasu decided that he wanted to put up a wooden fence around their house.

“Suma, I want to put up a fence around the house to protect it so we will have to buy some strong wood.”

Suma brought out their money pouch and gave him the money. When he left, Mani meowed, 
“When he wants money he takes it, when you wanted it, you couldn’t.”

Suma hushed her and said it was for a good reason. 


One night Suma couldn’t sleep because the bed made creaking sounds. In the morning, she saw that one of its legs was broken.

“Vasu, let’s get a new bed. This one is broken and I cannot sleep at night” she said to her husband.

Vasu examined the broken leg of the bed and said,

“Listen, my dear, I can easily fix this leg with some nails. The money we save can be kept for our future children.”
Vasu fixed the bed with nails but it still creaked. 


The next week, Vasu saw that some of his gardening tools had rusted. He told Suma that he wanted some new tools. Suma brought out their money pouch and gave him the money. When he left, Mani meowed, 
“When he wants money he takes it, when you wanted it, you couldn’t.”

Suma hushed her and said it was for a good reason. 


The next month, while fetching water from the stream, Suma’s saree brushed against a thorny bush and tore.

“Vasu, I need a new saree. See this one is torn” she said.

“My dear, you are an excellent seamstress. I know you can easily patch it up and it will be good as new. The money we save can be kept for our future children.” said Vasu. 


Then one day, Vasu saw that the shirts of the other workers on the farm were better than his. In order to make a good impression on his employers and the other workers, he needed a new shirt.

“Suma, all the other workers have nice crisp shirts. Mine is old and faded. If I buy a new one, it will make me look smarter and I may even get a promotion” said Vasu.

Suma brought out their money pouch and gave him the money. When he left, Mani meowed, 
“When he wants money he takes it, when you wanted it, you couldn’t.”

Suma hushed her and said it was for a good reason. 


The next year, Suma’s parents sent a message that they were going to visit her because they had not seen her for a long time.

Suma said to Vasu, 
“My parents are visiting soon. We will have to buy two new pots, a new bed, and a new saree for me.”

Vasu replied, 
“My darling, you have been managing very well cooking in the four good pots that we have. And what is the need for another bed when your parents will be staying only for a few days? We can spread a cosy mattress for them on the floor. You look beautiful as ever in that old saree. Just think – the money we save can be kept for our future children.”


Suma was unhappy but she kept quiet. She told her parents that she would pay them a visit instead. 


The next month, it was Vasu’s parents who sent a message that they would be visiting on their way to a pilgrimage.

“Suma, my dear” said Vasu excitedly, “We need to make proper arrangements for my parents. Do we have enough pots and plates? I think it’s time to get some new furniture and nice clothes for both of us. Please get our money pouch and let us see how much money we have.”


Suma did not get the money pouch. She looked at Mani and Mani looked back at her meaningfully.

Suma stood with her hands on her hips. 


“Vasu” she said in a strong voice “Every time you wanted money, I gave it to you. But every time, I wanted money, you said that if we save the money we can keep it for our future children. So now onwards, let us keep all our money for our future children and let’s not buy anything.”

“But my parents are visiting” said Vasu.

“Yes, I know” smiled Suma “I will cook for them in the four pots, spread a cosy mattress for them on the floor, wear my patched saree and look as beautiful as ever.”


It was then that Vasu realised his mistake. He and Suma went shopping together to buy the things they needed.

Mani cozily curled up in the bed with the broken leg. 

(Picture courtesy: Google images)