Mommy Calls

It has been a long night. Most nights are this way now. But thankfully (or not) dawn has arrived and I sit here with a cuppa while The Little Man sleeps on his papa. I think back to my days as a rotating resident in general surgery. The night shifts. Doesn't matter which part of... Continue Reading →

Holidays

When I first started this blog, about three years ago, I never did have to think so much. I mean, I pretty much penned (rather typed) my thoughts on here, as and when they poured forth. As days became more rushed, the posts became forced. Now, we have reached a point where I sit in... Continue Reading →

First world problems.

Forgive me if any of you folks are having a difficult time in life. Apologies if you have bigger problems. Please do no take offence to the fact that my current problem is finding a gym in Doha that opens before 6 AM. And please do not mention those hotel gyms that would cost me... Continue Reading →

Waste not, hate not.

It's that time of the year again folks. Doha takes a chill pill- the pious get serious, the others can take a step back from the hecticness of it all. The roads become less insane (except between 6 and 7 PM when the severely tired and hypoglycaemic folks try to beat the Adhaan and get... Continue Reading →

The Roads to Hell.

The not- so- young man had an attractive profile. He seemed highly educated and seemed to be somebody who had and enjoyed a fair amount of power and control. He was obviously rich and flashy, judging by his choice of automobile. I stared at him for a moment longer than would be considered polite or appropriate.... Continue Reading →

Winds of change and change of winds.

Boy oh boy is Doha awake at midnight today! A there-one-minute-gone-the-next shower the previous night; a few degrees drop in temperature, a cool ocean breeze and the eve of the weekend- the perfect recipe for the folks of Doha to rush out onto the roads at night apparently. In droves. The grills have come out of hibernation,... Continue Reading →

Bad Shawarma Karma :-(

A Ramadan Friday at the HJ household. Sleep in. Then wallow in bed, till you can push it no further. The baby's breakfast that is. You might be fasting, but you better drag your arse off the bed and get some breakfast going for the tiny human. Feeding the tiny human is paramount. Prep the... Continue Reading →

Coffee and muffins. And the news.

I sip my coffee and down some mini muffins. Zoe is still asleep (bless her !) and I'm on vacation. I do my  morning news roundup. I cherish this precious half hour or so. I read the disturbing and the bizarre. The saddening and the gladdening. The trivial and the life changing. Here are some... Continue Reading →

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