Less than 10 days to go

Just nine. Nine more days to go for me to smell the chilly air of Delhi, to step on Indian soil.

Six. Six months have gone by so fast, as if they never existed, as if they never started.

Time. It just flies out here in Qatar. It's one thing that scares me about this desert country. You know... life doesn't move an inch forward here. Only time does. Imagine: Life's static, absolutely static. Time's rushing past.

Now that's scary. Before you know it, you'll be 30, probably working in the same place, same position, same ol friends, maybe a few new ones, no professional hazards, no personal hazards, a smooth boring ride, unless you make it adventurous like I do.

By stepping on other people's shoes just to know if they'll step on mine.

And you'll look back, and ask yourself, what did you gain in Qatar? The answer: A lot of money, a BMW convertible, Peace, no, not really, not at the end of it. A lot of money, that's it, and a BMW, which if you wanna take back to India, you'd have to pay 300 % duty, which you won't, so you gotta wash your hands off that too.

What did you lose? The answer: Intellect, motivation, the urge to succeed, creativity, dynamism, energy to cope with the pressure of work anywhere else on the planet except Oman and Bahrain. Lets hear it again. What did you lose? Answer: Your youth. Your life.

But yeah, you made enough money for your retirement plans. Have fun. *Thumbs up with huge fake grin*

I'm not blaming this place. It's the way they are. And I'm fitting in pretty well. Just a few thoughts that are crossing my mind with just nine days to go.

But time... man it flies down here. Never seen it go so fast. No idea why, no idea how, but it just flies. And that's not just me who's saying it. Every one here feels it.

I just think it's God's way of doing it you know. He knows people here, at least 70% of them are always dying to go back home for their annual leaves, just dying for it. So He speeds up time.

It just feels like yesterday when I landed at the airport, a little anxious, a little tensed, a little scared, a little single (lol), wearing tonnes of beads, sporting a stubble, hair jutting out from behind my ears and the guard at the aiport asks me, "Do you smoke... and I don't mean cigarettes."

Up and down, up down, hated it, loved it, hated it, loved it, made a few friends, lonely sometimes, too much fun at other times. Bars and women everywhere... from drugs to prostitutes, you look for them, you find them... as simple as that.

What a ride its been!

And it's still going on mind you.

Qatar - It's what you make of it.