A Dubai air stewardess gave birth to a 6 month baby during her 24 hour layover in a Johannesburg hotel. And that not the freaky part. You know what is? She was not aware that she was pregnant! Read more here. On having terrible pains in her stomach, she thought it was an ulcer.
It’s unbelievable. How can a woman not know she is 6 months pregnant? I understand if it is 3-4 months but 6 months? I feel sorry for her and her baby. Had she known before hand, wouldn’t she be more careful? She risked her life and the life of her baby due to carelessness and negligence. Thankfully both the mother and baby are fine now.
And I surely would like to know who that doctor was. If blood and urine tests cannot uncover a pregnancy, what can?
Moreover, I think the Dubai laws are very harsh in such cases. An unmarried women cannot have babies here. If she does, both the women and her partner gets arrested. That’s why the number of cases of abandoned babies are on the rise here.
Now I am thinking who is to blame? The mother for not being more aware or the doctor for not figuring it out despite the tests or the Dubai govt for such laws? In my opinion, all are responsible. But the onus lies with the mother. Its her body, her system, her baby. She should have known better.
A story has been making rounds in Dubai this morning. Apparently, a man in his mid 30s walks up to a 22 year old woman, who was shopping for wrist watches, patted twice on her butt and told her she needs to exercise. Read more here.
The women has reported him to the authorities.
But this incident got me thinking. How far can we go to comment on someone’s weight? Where should one draw the line?
Ofcourse the above incident is inexcusable. Any amount of physical contact is wrong even if it is just a brush. This is sexual harassment. Infact I think she should have slapped him first and then reported him.
But if that man had walked up to her and politely told her that she needed to exercise, would that be OK?
Or would she ask him to mind his own business?
I’ve never had strangers walk up to me and comment on me, my clothes or my weight. Atleast not offensive things. Though I’ve received a few compliments at times from complete strangers and I don’t mind that. Then why should I be offended if someone said something like, “dude, you look fat in that trouser” or “your shirt does not match your pants” etc. Hasn’t happened yet but would be interesting to know when it does.
For some, weight is an extremely personal thing. Infact it is for me too. When I loose weight and people around me compliment on my waist line, I love it. But when the opposite happens, it is not a pretty thing. But I wouldn’t mind someone I know walking up to me and asking if everything’s OK or if I am under stress or if that extra weight is due to comfort eating. Not sure how I would feel if a stranger said that though.
My point is, if we can take compliments sportingly, why not criticism?
But if someone touches my butt and tells me that, I’ll tear him into pieces. Period.
Since my last visit to the dentist, my teeth have been pretty stable (or atleast that’s what I thought). Not until last Thursday afternoon that I realized they were in absolute shambles. I had lunch with my brother that day. And as soon as I got to my desk, I felt this uneasy pain in my head. And within minutes, it was unbearable. My left temple, eye, jaw and ear was in excruciating pain. So much so that even my left hand and leg started paining. Any movement whatsoever increased the pain in my head.
A friend and a colleague took me to an emergency unit in a nearby hospital. Since my left side was hurting, all doctors immediately came rushing to my aid. A few basic diagnostic tests later, they relaxed a bit. Finally the doctor informed that the pain was due to a cavity in my upper left molar. I was a little confused. How could a silly cavity almost collapse me? I was wrong. Cavities have that kinda effect on its victims.
So a pain-killer and an hour later, I was discharged.
I finally saw a dentist on Sunday. Apparently, my teeth are a big mess. The upper left molar, my wisdom tooth, has to be removed. And they will perform a root canal on the other cavity, with whatever little hope, to save it. This is my upper right molar. Plus I need to take heavy dose of antibiotics and painkillers to see me through the week for my appointment coming Saturday.
As you can see, with two terrible cavities on both sides, I am almost food-less for the last 3 days. Largely on a liquid diet. Even the slightest provocation leads to excruciating pain that last anything from half a minute to half a day.
My next appointment is on Saturday. And it’s NOT gonna be a walk in the park. And my wife is also not with me!
I’ve been meaning to write something for more than two weeks now. Not that I don’t have time. I do. But my mind seems to be switched off. Guess the block continues.
Instead I have changed my blog template. Spent the last hour fine tuning it to make it look presentable. And now back to the “Add New Post” screen.
My sister tells me, rather publicly, that it is a mental block and happens if you have too many things on your mind. Not sure if that’s the case. Yes, I have a few things on my mind but none that I cannot take care off. I think my mind is on snooze. Surely it will wake up one day. Some day.
For now, let me continue with my gibberish. Please bear with me.
Got a few updates. I will be a ‘forced’ bachelor from tomorrow. The wife and kiddo are leaving for India and will be away for 2-3 weeks. So expect a few mushy posts soon. I hate it when my wife goes away. Things come to a stand still. As if the mind was not enough. Now life. I am already beginning to miss her. Did I mention I hate it when my wife goes away?!
Work has gotten much better since that dreaded sales review with the management in Jan. Looks like the team will pull through.
I still need to lose weight. Who doesn’t. So let it remain that way.
IPL has started. So some respite.
This post sounds so depressing. I need to pep it up. Or most of you folks will unsubscribe my feeds!
Ibrahim has ensured that life remains a rollercoaster ride. Posting a few pics of the little one here.
I am going to miss him.
Edited to add: I took this snap today morning at the airport just before he boarded the flight. Loved it so posting it right away. His tshirt reads “COULD I BE ANY COOLER?” 🙂
Re-edited: Taking off all the pics now. More later. Cheers.