Sure, I'm a traitor but I am succumbing to the charm of the desert. I am doing a project on the Qatar market for some stuff. It's affecting me, I am beginning to feel warmly towards the country. It's a brash young country, boldly striking out in many directions like a child who feels inspired.

One day, veiled in an Yashmak, I'll go and see for myself.

Why do some live and some die?
What decides fates?
Nothing I suppose.
We work with random probability and hope that it is not our turn yet

Rites, traditions and the future

I have my own and if I ever feel like following any, I will stand in the mainroad and walk, feeling my footsteps echo those of the millions of people who traverse here everyday. Where is there richer tradition except in the feeling of oneness in your own kind?

On another note: you stubborn fool. Whatever disappointment you feel is just fear and cowardice in a novel form. A little bit, yes, you are disappointed, but mostly you are afraid. How will you measure up to a thousand talking bragging people who are older and wiser?
The only advice I have is: Do, don't say. How will I respect myself otherwise. I hope I can.

A good weekend

Had a good weekend as the heading to the blog post indicated. Went for a frog walk and we saw four species of frogs and their tadpoles. Ah, it was good to see them froggies. Froggies are really important indicators of ecosystems and they're cute and all froggy besides. We saw a huuuuuuuuge frog, the Malayan Giant Frog. it was the size of a small laptop.
There were other treats for us. While walking back we saw a Colugo (one of the largest flying lemurs) in the trees. It scampered away from our lights and in annoyance leapt off the tree. She spread her arms wide and glid away accompanied by all our gasps and choruses of delight.

It's a different feeling, being slightly dirty, sweaty, damp, tramping around in the underbrush in the utter darkness relived only by the narrow and insignificant beams of our torches and hearing the sounds of the night around us. I love it.