On Horns of Bullish Dilemma

I visited Bahrain earlier this week for a round of interviews with a small (US$ 16 million) company called Al Zain Trading Co WLL. I have been short-listed and am expecting them to make me an offer over the next couple of days. I am very excited about this assignment because I see potential in the company that I can help unleash.

The designation would be Group Financial Controller and I didn’t hear a gulp when I quoted my price over the phone. In fact, they went ahead and booked my tickets after that (Emirates via Dubai while going, SriLankan direct while returning).

If I accept their offer, my predecessor will be asked to resign. Yes, the company follows a hire-and-fire kind of policy and I am aware that it could happen to me sometime. But I think I can live up to the expectations of the Managing Director.

Bahrain seems to be a better place to live in than Dubai, with greater savings potential thrown in for good measure… The only negative factors would be:
1. That I would have to say ‘Bye-bye’ to the TATAs and give up that employment-till-you retire safety net.
2. That it would be unfair to Titan after they have been so kind to me… even though they will take their pound of flesh from my final settlement.

Therefore, I am grappling with my conscience and my sense of security on this decision. What do you think?

On Dates and First Impressions

My overall impression of Dubai is that it’s a great place in which to experience a new and alien culture. However, when it comes to living, I’d prefer Colombo, Bangalore or Goa any day… The fast pace of life in Dubai cramps my style, which probably indicates that I am not as young as I used to be.

The traffic is certainly fast but, thankfully, orderly. The public transport sucks - Taxis are expensive and unpredictable. Buses are predictable: You can consider yourself fortunate when the bus you are waiting for arrives in less than 45 minutes.

Like the Yanks, the Arabs drive on the wrong side of the road – I mean the right hand side. On my first day in the Middle East, I looked right while stepping off the kerb, into the path of an oncoming car. Luckily for me, the driver braked and waved me across. “Another Indian,” he must have assumed.

These Indians are everywhere. I asked a young man managing an Internet café whether he was from Tamil Nadu. “No, from Kerala,” he replied.

I ordered a parota and kurma at an Indian restaurant. They were good, but the uppuma that my Aunt ordered smelt better. The buffet lunch and ginger beer at ‘Chef Lanka’ nearby was worth the price (AED 14) for nostalgia value.

Unlike housing, electronics is reasonably priced. Uncle bought a desktop - complete with web cam and Internet access - for AED 2,200 (LKR 66,000).

Dubai’s malls and departmental stores are a browser’s delight. The chilled buttermilk in cartons (brand: Laban-up) and unlimited variety of fruit juices were delicious.

In BurJuman, there was a shop specializing in date products - including date wine and ‘chocoDates’; these were a gastronomical experience. My personal favourite was dates stuffed with marzipan, probably because it was after a long time that a lady was offering me a free date!

Taking Stock of My Life

Over the past nineteen months since I left my home In Bangalore, I have learned the meaning of words like ‘hope’. And ‘frustration’.

I revived a hobby – journalism - and have even made significant progress on writing a book.

Rather late in life, my family learned to truly appreciate all the blessings that we had hitherto taken for granted. Along the way, we also learned some important lessons about life and values. We have become stronger - mentally, emotionally and spiritually.

We have survived the ordeal thus far... This would probably not have been possible without the steadfast support of Titan’s senior management. And we are immensely grateful to them for propping us up when they could have turned away... Through this experience, I discovered that God exists and that he works through people.

But this state of uncertainty could not continue indefinitely…

I needed to explore opportunities beyond Titan, even beyond India. That was a major step, but – with no alternative in sight - one that had to be taken. Accordingly, I arrived in Dubai during September 2007 to explore opportunities there, but got the timing wrong: it was the holy month of Ramadan, when companies work shorter hours.

I am back in Colombo after having spent a good five weeks in Dubai, looking at alternate career options. Of the jobs on offer, I have zeroed in on one with Voltas… as ‘Manager – Finance’ with their International Operations Business Group. The compensation package itself is nothing great, but at least it’s a bird in the hand. The silver lining is that I would continue to be employed by the TATA Group... with the prospect of returning home to India at some later date (after the bureaucrats in Delhi get their act together).

Let’s see what happens… I have not yet resigned from Titan and I certainly hope that the India visa comes through first… But from present indications, I expect to be moving to Dubai during the next fortnight.

Fast Cricket and Slow Beaches

Because it was the holy month of Ramadan, there was no way I could eat, drink or smoke in public between sunrise and sunset. That was certainly out of respect for the locals’ customs. Besides, taking such liberties would have resulted in instant censure... However, I did manage to quaff a glass of chilled water in the pantry of my uncle’s office – and felt guilty at the transgression!

The Twenty20 World Cup was in full swing… Desiree Premachandra, SriLankan Airlines’ Country Manager for the UAE, invited the diaspora to watch Sri Lanka playing New Zealand at the Marco Polo Hotel. We watched the match on a big screen, while hogging cashew nuts and short-eats (washed down with Bacardi and coke). When Sri Lanka won by seven wickets, party-poppers were distributed to celebrate the victory.

On another evening, Mark Pillai, HR Manager – Middle East of Halliburton Ltd, treated me to a few rounds of the brew that cheers at The Seamen’s Club, while we watched India beat Australia by fifteen runs. The Indian expatriates celebrated, as only they know how! We adjourned to an Arabian diner to sample the cuisine – dishes that are easier to digest than to pronounce.


The white sands of Jumeirah beach are nice, in a tame sort of way... That’s the problem with artificial beaches… One is so accustomed to the force and power of nature, the waves crashing dramatically against the rocks of Mount Lavinia… In Jumeirah, the sea laps against the shore with small waves that belong more to a lake or lagoon than to the majestic ocean.

The redeeming features of Jumeirah beach were the jogging and cycling tracks that run the entire length of the beach. I did manage to put in a fair amount of walking at sunset, but not enough…

Dubai: What’s the Buzz?

The buildings in Dubai have character… Towering over the landscape like an irreverent finger is the Burj Dubai - at 150 storeys and 555 metres already the tallest in the world.

The flyovers are amazing, as are the underpasses and floating bridges. The traffic whizzes past at breathtaking speed. While the mandated ‘minimum speed limit’ on the highways is 60 kmph, the fancy cars go twice as fast. The occasional motorbike and bicycle that one sees on the road are an aberration, a rarity that is probably explained by the ridiculously low price of petrol, which retails at AED 6.25 per imperial gallon or LKR 42 per litre.

Probably because the average Dubai resident can afford his own car, the public transport system sucks. The flow of traffic is – by and large – orderly… Jams are rare and tooting your horn is more an expression of extreme annoyance than anything else.

In this alien land, the diversity of spoken languages is amazing… While walking the streets, it is normal to hear a lot of Hindi, some Malayalam, a little Tamil and even a smattering of Sinhala.

Housing is Public Problem Number One. To describe it as expensive is putting it mildly. One can expect to shell out AED 3,000 (LKR 90,000) per month for shared accommodations comprising a room, a kitchen and a bathroom. That's par for the course; thankfully, I stayed with an aunt and uncle in the upmarket residential area of Jumeira.

Most Internet cafes charge AED 3 (LKR 90) per hour because they come equipped with a web cam and headphones. These are frequented by hordes of Filipinos, who carry on their chattering conversations with friends and relatives back home. One would be lucky to discover those cafes that charge AED 1 (LKR 30) per hour; these are preferred by the South Asians.

During my visit in September, I was pleasantly surprised to note that churches are air-conditioned. The diversity of the city’s culture was evident when, during the church service, we could hear the mullah’s call to prayer, emanating from the mosque next door.