Not Eighteen Anymore

There is this small Kebab Shop round the corner of the street where I live. It’s very popular. Every evening to late at night, they sell kebabs like hot cakes (cakes are not much in demand here, however). On days when I don’t feel like cooking this kebab shop is our sanctuary.

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Me ? Not Me ?! Who knows…who cares…

So, whenever we go there, after Arijit has placed the order, we stand outside the shop and wait to get our take away.Through the glass door of the shop I see the huge spread and neat sitting arrangements inside. I watch men eating and talking amongst themselves.

All men. Only men.

Women here do not enter inside such B grade restaurants. I often wonder what will happen if I just get in there one fine day, take a seat and ask for the menu card. I never do it really, and I know I never will. For I am not eighteen anymore; the rebel in me has left the building…changing-the-worldself2

We try to befriend the middle-aged man toiling on the grill. Originally from Bangladesh, he has been living in Doha for the past twelve years, he says. As he speaks, he throws a furtive glance on my face and hair, then lowers his gaze, like any fatherly gentleman in India would look away from a very plunging neckline of a naughty youngster.

I was in my jogging tracks and jacket by the way. But my hair was untied. Free. Go figure !

The Qatari Sheikhs in white robe and red and white chequered turban would come soon. They will wait in their glam fast cars. They will be attended and given a prompt service. If by any chance one Sheikh enters the kebab shop, or any shop here in Doha for that matter, behaviour and body language of the employees of the shop undergoes such a sudden change ! And they all leave whatever they were doing and forget whoever they were attaining, and come and stand all together in front of the Sheikh. At His Service.

What do I expect my blog to change in society ? Nothing. I do not have any expeChanging the Worldctation of changing the world in anyways. It’s not in my control. But changing my take on the world is in my hand.

I blog to give myself a better understanding, to have an objective take on things around me, and make me tolerant to others views and beliefs.

I blog to forget my rooted dream to change the world, strive for that ideal egalitarian society. But that’s another thing…forget it !


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Be the Change.”

Quotes' images taken from www.pigandpaint.com and www.hodansibrahim.com
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21 thoughts on “Not Eighteen Anymore

  1. “What do I expect my blog to change in society ? Nothing. I do not have any expeChanging the Worldctation of changing the world in anyways. It’s not in my control. But changing my take on the world is in my hand.” It’s true no one can change anything but themselves. Thanks for coming to my blog. I love my job, but I am really sick, not sure if it’s a sign or not. Soaking it all in. Bless you !!!! Jackie

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  2. You found poetry in me, did you ! As much as I like to write, I am horribly poetry-challenged. Didn’t know some hint is getting detected afterall. You have real keen eyes I must say 🙂 Thanks a lot for your kind words…
    Sure will see you there. Take care…

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  3. An admirable goal (“I blog to give myself a better understanding, to have an objective take on things around me, and make me tolerant to others views and beliefs.”). I never of it that way, but it’s true. Reading blogs does improve our understanding and tolerance because we expose ourselves to so many different points of view. Thank you for sharing and thank you for liking my post.

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  4. I am so glad you liked my post. Yes, thats how I am in and outside blogosphere :).
    I also liked your approach of keeping a general blog without any bar on focus and niche. Leaves you more room to explore life, isn’t it !

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  5. Very intriguing and well written. I too caught a note of poetry, don’t sell yourself short in that department! The quote “…Today I am wise, and so am changing myself” really jumped out for me. I tried to find an original source but could not. It is a theme I myself am trying to expand on and I would love to be able to credit the inspiration back to here as well as anywhere else that may deserve credit.

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    1. Thank you Karmen. Your kind words really made my day. Being a student of literature, I always hold poetry in high esteem, far above than rhyming words. While some people can nicely convey ideas through their poems, I am not sure if I will be able to do it. But now with these encouragements, I guess I should buy a notebook to practice. 😉

      The quote is by Rumi. I want to read more of his works too. I can give you a goodreads link, if that helps:
      https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/551027-yesterday-i-was-clever-so-i-wanted-to-change-the

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  6. You know Arundathi,we have those B grade yet, awesome shops here in the UAE as well. Some days( take it as most of the days), when I feel a teeny weeny bit lazy, I put on my puppy face and go to my husband so that he would take me out for dinner. And believe, these little shops have the best food ever, and the problem is there are only men inside. Sometimes, I argue or just butt in these shops where I will be the only girl, sometimes he won’t let me. We order takeaway or maybe go to another restaurant. But seriously, I have issues if I am the only girl or what others think but my husband is at times against it! :-). Long story short, I totally agree with you and do not always follow rules!

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        1. I know you get that edge if you know any of the South Indian languages in Middle East, or any part of the world to be precise 🙂 I wish I had learnt Tamil when I was in Chennai. I can only connect well with the Bangladeshi cab drivers hear…haa haa ! Wow ! Look now I know what I need to include in my next post. Thanks a lot 🙂

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