My Life


When the sun sets,
When the sky wears an orange shroud
When the tired leaves wave to lazy evening breeze
When the sparrows peck on the cobbled platform I walk
I ponder
As I walk on the fragile life of mine,
Thinking whether the next step will be a pit or a plain or a step
Thinking whether I will fall into in steep valley or climb to moon

On the second thought, I want to stop thinking of something so unknown, so volatile
I want to stop thinking of my future, my life.
So, I take a deep breath and make another step...........................




Gone were those days when my heart used to stop for you
Gone were those days when my eyes used to wait and weep
Gone were those days when my feet stumbled at your sight
Gone were those days when I used to sit in trance
While my mind overflowed with eager dreams

Now, it is more of ‘me’
That’s what you taught me
A lil selfish I have grown like you
Which I learned well from you
Now I don’t give a fiddler’s f**k
About the ever beating muscle blob
Called heart which once I foolishly worshipped

lil = little
fiddler's f**k = damn



It is 4.56 am here. I was awake from 2am and now I having a headache coz of the lack of sleep. Apart from my insomnia, there is one more issue which disturbs not only mine sleep but most of the wadikabirans.
Wadi Kabir is a peaceful colony filled with pavements, gardens and families. For whatever reason there is also a bar located amid this colony. And unfortunately my building is right in front of this bar. The two buildings are divided by only parking place.
The pub/bar hotel is very famous among Omanis and expats. Everyday many Omanis and expats visit this. The business is mostly active at night times starting from 10pm goes until 2-3am. There is no problem when the bar was a BAR in 2003-2006 but in 2006 they introduced dance club and special late night concerts with no consideration to the residents.

In later part of 2006, this hotel started giving out girls (and rumored gays/boys too) for its customers. It became a common sight to see some Filipino or Indian come out of hotel in some skirt and climb into a car. I do not know what happened in 2007 as I was in India but when I came back, the hotel's management changed. I was happy to see no more girls / guysoutside and no more loud music.

But then there arose another problem. With the habit of alcohol on increase with both Omanis and expats, many times they get over drunk and start fighting outside the hotel. This has become a nuisance for the residents as in their fights, they sometimes destroy property like car panes or glass doors.
Yesterday night was particularly horrible. The fight arose between 4 omanis. They started beating each other until the bodyguards intervened. The 4 Omanis then started beating the bodyguards and started to run away but the bodyguards chased three of them and started beating them. In the meantime the staff of the hotel was outside and many were peeping out of their windows. Until the police arrived the shouts did not go down.
May be other residents might have gone to sleep but I and insomniacs like me had a blanche-nuit (white night)
Nobody neither Omani nor expats have ever bothered to complain. When we and our neighbors complained in 2006 about the loud music and drunkards sleeping and peeing in the fire exit of the building, the manager asked us to install gates and locks for the fire exit entrance. ( how stupid)
p.s i wrote this in English US.

Center Franco Omanais


or abbreviated as CFO. The CFO is a Franco-Omani organisation which promotes the french language and culture here in Oman. This center is located near to British Council in Madinat-Al-Qaboos. The center provides language courses throughout the year with French teachers. The courses are divided into three levels namely Beginner, Intermediate and Advanced. Each level has 3 to 5 sub stages. The french is taught here in a communicative manner. The professors here are very friendly and this is the best place for friends.

In the Center's backyard there is a café -- Café Glacier's branch where one can enjoy a break with a cappuccino and chat.

Apart from language courses, there are also cultural programmes like movies, musique concerts and plays. The students are shown a film at the end of each session for free.

I joined this somewhere in February. I am at present in Intermediate Sub level 2.

BB Brune


BB Bune (pronounced as bébé broone) is the latest musical group in the french music arena.

This group constitutes of four members with lead lead singer Adreien Gallo (aged 19).
Adrein Gallo writes and plays and sing for the group.
This band was known locally in France as Hangover in 2000. They changed to BB Brune (Blond/ brunette baby) in 2005. They realesed their first single album Blond Comme Moi (Blond like me) with the hit song Dis-moi! (tell me) in 2007.
This band gets its musical influence from 1970s music style.

here are pics to enjoy

BB Brunes

Adrien Gallo

Things we can't live without...


The following article is taken from the magazine France Label - a french info-cultural mag.
You can get this from Centre Franco Omanias for free. This month's edition covers Books and People.
The following are the words of the French writer Gilles LaPouge

"When I was a child, each book seemed magic to me. One day, a man put some small marks on a piece of paper and then these black marks went into hibernation. But all that was needed was the ray of light for the extraordinary world to unfold. I saw the most modest book shop as a shop of miracles.
A book is the flimiest of mechanisms and nothing is more robust than it. Throw this trifling device into a cellar or attic. Forget it for a thousand years, then blow off the dust that covers your incunabula, turn its pages, and the minute instruments begins to make noise. Invisible connecting rods and pistons crank. It is like heart that begins to beat again.
beneath your eyes a fantastic opera arises, a woman weeps or dances, an entire family moves around a house, a war breaks between two countries, a storm breaks over the sea, and a wind moves forest..............."

I have not read his books but what he says abve is I think an universal truth.

The Insomniac


Clock's still ticking


Mind's still clicking


I see the world sleep

Dream and drown

In pleasures

I see the world's hidden face

Dark and cold

But my heart bold

With red swollen eyes

I see latenight's

Drunkards, lovers, muderers

With a swollen face

I see YOU

YOU smilng in dreams

I envy you

I envy you for your dreams...your snores.

Great Definitions


School: A place where Papa pays and Son plays

Nurse: A person who wakes you up to give you sleeping pills

Marriage: It's an agreement in which a man looses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her masters

Life Insurnace: A contract that keeps you poor all your life so you can die rich

Classic: Books which ppl praise but do not read

Yawn: The only time when some husbands ever get to open their mouth

Smile: A curve that can make many things straight

Experience: Name men give to their mistakes

Conference: The confusion of one man mutilpied by the number present

Philosopher: A fool who torments himself during life, to be wise after death

Doctor: A person who kills your ills with bills, and kills you by bills

Source: Kamat Restaurant (Ruwi br)

new soul


I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
La, la, la, la (21x)
La, la, la, la (21x)
See I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
La, la, la, la (21x)
La, la, la, la (21x)
This is a happy end
Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you far away
I'm a new soulI came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
New soul... (la, la, la, la,...)
In this very strange world...
Every possible mistakePossible mistake
Every possible mistakeMistakes, mistakes, mistakes...

The above song is sung by Isreali-French singer called Yeal Naim (pronounced as EÉAL )
She rose to fame with this song which was used by Apple Computer's ad for Mac Book Air.

In her interview with France24 (a french info-entertainment channel) she sung much more beatiful songs.
Here is a video of the song to enjoy

Sources: Wikipedia

Sources: Wikipedia

Take another one


Oh most unlike
And we never alike
But still in amour’s bleak
Like the hidden birds of coop,
Hearts are one, alas alikeness is a loop
Of fire to forget, or to pass

So let be there a difference
And live away in distance
For most unlike, the sameness
Keeps up apart, but your caress
Will always vibrate my heart’s core
Never was a love of this kind before

A pure form, or formless
For we both are not heartless
Now in black shroud I lay
Within the walls of clay
And you too lay
In the walls of vie
But when will you see
For I am always with you
Within you

Like the sun set
Or like the sea’s fret,
We now seem indifferent,
But still love flows in undercurrent

Oh pity those who seek love as a desire
For they face the results so dire,

Love is a need,
Not of greed, not a deed
Of bodily union
But of two hearts collision
For then is the way to feel
The eternity in you and in all


This poem is dedicated to my..............................
I just love it
vie -- life (fr)



Many moons ago,
You loved me
Or you lured me
Under the hood of causeless cause
You ripped my heart
To taste the sweetest nectar
I then cried in pleasure

Now, you stamped my heart,
with claw-clad legs

then’s sweetest nectar is now sour

Love can make someone or break someone.
Love is extremely hard to explain and I keep myself at a safe distance from such notorious thing.
At the same time I am loved for sure by numerous people. I too love them equally.