Asalaam Aalekhum

Eeeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaa! I'm back in Qatar. Sitting on my computer, staring outside my window of my house at the same silent long roads, listening to the peaceful silence, a few odd men walking about in the long white dishadash, a few empty taxis running to and fro... one passenger man, gimeee one fuckin passenger...

God, I missed all this. Every bit of it. And the best part is, I never really thought I'd miss it. After all, I hated Qatar, now didn't I?

No, I never did, I only thought I did. Ironically, I loved every inch of Qatar, from day one. Only, my mind refused to listen to my heart.

It's like being in love. You think, of course when you are with the girl, that you're madly in love, that she's all you ever asked for or could ask for, that nothing will ever be able to separate you two, that you can't imagine your life without her. Then one day you wake up in the morning and realise... Fuck, who the fuck wants to meet her today. I'm busy, I'll meet you tomorrow. And you head straight out to meet the girl you met last night, and start believing that you love her like you have never loved anyone else before in your life.

You call up the previous girl. Tell her, Babe, I hate to say this, I don't know how to, but things are not working out between us.

She tells you she feels the same, and you both happily go your different ways.

Love? Ha! You never loved her, you only thought you did, just like you think you love this new chick in your life. Whether or not you truly do love her, you'll know for sure the day you're toothless, with barely any hair on your head that too white, limping around with a stick in your hand, and wrinkles and lose skin all over your thin body, and you look to the side and there she, walking with you, hand in hand, looking probably even worse than you do.

Anyway, that was quite a long explanation as to why I thought I hated Qatar when I truly really loved it.

So, last night I set foot in Qatar. I remembered the first time I was coming here. I was so shit scared, scared of what the country was like, how it will treat me, how the work would be, how I'd make my mark. I was terrified.

I remember whispering while going from the aircraft to the airport in the bus looking around, "Rohit, whether you like it or not, say hello to you new home."

And this time, I saw so many other people, who were obviously here for the first time for work, I could see the same thing in me. As for me, I was almost jumping around in the bus, literally screaming, Eeeehaaaaaaaa! I'm back, I'm back.

I was smiling at everybody. I was smiling... at me.

Within two minutes I got my baggage. No one checked me, no one searched me. I walked out the door, and there he was, John Makau, ready to recieve me. He said: "Your face is glowing Maan."

It was.

What a feeling! You enter Qatar and the first thing you see is a friend... when where you lived all your life - Delhi - not a single person has time for you. Fake materialistic assholes.

It was amazing. When I walked out of the airport, everything was the same. Just the way I liked it, just the way I left it thinking I'd never ever return again.

The same clean air, Family Food Centre shining bright in red, the towering Qatar Airways structures, the green coloured Karwa taxis.

Now that I am so happy I know everything that'll happen to and around me will be good. I'll do much better professionally and personally. The negative aura has changed into a majorly positive one. I was even smiling at the chinese prostitutes at Ramada! And there were people smiling at me. Things are changing.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaa!

I'm back home.

Now...watch me.