Friday, October 25, 2013

Bahrain Diary - 1

I groaned while I lay on the back seat, feeling bored and tired. The traffic crawled, moving 3 inches in every 10 minutes. My Mom had adjusted her seat so that it leaned back. Her eyes were closed and had her hands folded on her lap. My Dad rested his hands on the steering wheel.

We were on our way to Bahrain. We had started out early in the morning and had been going for 4 hours. We left Khobar and reached the middle island though King Fahd causeway.

Finally, when we got past all the traffic and visa checks after 2 hours and reached Bahrain, I became more relieved. We reached Hotel Ramada. It was a really grand hotel, with a swimming pool and breakfast every day. We would stay there for 4 days.

Mom was tired and asked me and Dad to have lunch and get a take-out for her. But that was where the trouble started.

I and Dad went out, ready to go to ‘Saravana Bhavan’. Ajay Valyachan lives in Bahrain, so he had told us about this restaurant. He gave us directions.

We were ready to embark on our mysterious adventure of finding the way there. My tab lost internet, I could not help Dad find the location. We drove around and asked the way to someone, but still found no sign of it. And then we realized a shocking thing that we had been going around in circles, as we found we reached our hotel again in less than 15 minutes.

 We were losing hope and deciding to drop the whole idea. I told my Dad there was a restaurant in the hotel; we could have lunch from there. But then Dad suggested we take a taxi instead, and so we parked our car at the hotel and waited for a taxi.

We waited for 10 minutes and saw 0 taxis. I was starting to feel hungry now, but then we soon saw one and successfully reached our destination.

We visited Ajay Valyachan, Subha Valyamma and Abhiram (Ramu) in the evening. Ramu is very playful and chubby. He would sometimes cling to me and kiss my cheek.

After dinner, we had made plans with them to start sightseeing in the morning.

We reached hotel late night, plopped on our beds and fell asleep.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

His Highness Sheikh Mohammed and Dubai 1

After watching fairy tales, we always expect Kings and Queens, Princesses and Princes to have long gowns that sweep the ground, glittering tiaras, crowns studded with jewels, and excessive amount of jewelry. Right?

It may seem like I am lying, but believe me, I am telling the truth.


A King or Queen is a normal person like us, except they are born famous; they rule a country and everyone knows them.

They wear normal clothes just like us, according to their traditions.

My parents, Kunjunni (also known as Rockstar Nara, Detective Nara etc..) Kunji chechi, and Valyamma were also there when we saw him.

We were at Dubai Mall. Dad and Mom were sipping a cappuccino at the coffee shop while the rest of us went at the top of Burj Khalifa.

The view was spectacular. We were “Aaah”ing and “Ooh”ing the whole time -while we waited in our group, in the fastest elevator and at the top. Our ears popped slightly while we were in the lift.

Later, we joined Dad and Mom and all of us went outside. It was almost time for the dancing fountain to start. So we sat on the steps nearby and rested our aching feet since we had started out in the morning.

The first show played and we were all impressed. A few minutes after the first show, a group of men passed us and my dad caught sight of the face the man in the centre. “Haven’t we seen him somewhere?” my Dad said. While Dad continued to scratch his head and tap his chin, my Mom said, “Of course! We just saw the King of Dubai, Sheikh Mohammed!” We all looked at him, as he continued to walk on.

Then right on cue, the fountain started again, this time, playing the National Anthem of Dubai. We were stunned.

As we got up and walked away, we saw many people gathering outside the Dubai mall. There it was a gleaming white jeep, outside the mall, with the number plate DUBAI 1.

The place was full of very expensive cars. The car would stop and the owner would toss his key to a driver who worked in the mall. This was called valet parking as I later found out.

Something fell one inch away from my feet. I looked up and was disgusted to see a couple of pigeon butts looking at me. I moved away.

Half an hour later, His Royal Highness walked out of the mall, along with some other men. We all were so happy and astonished. People immediately started to take pictures, so we could always hear random clicks.

His Highness looked at everyone, smiled, waved slightly and got inside his jeep and drove away.

Sadly, my father clicked on the wrong button while he tried to take a photo of His Royal Highness, which he has not figured out till now.  But at least we were able to get a few pictures of the jeep.