Blank spaces
Road blocks
Are dead ends
Ripples of failure
Flutter
These are starts
Growth
Starts from nowhere
Through the Highways of Globalization
Blank spaces
Road blocks
Are dead ends
Ripples of failure
Flutter
These are starts
Growth
Starts from nowhere
In the various technicolor masks
We slip on,
the performance of the office amphitheater
The real self for a flicker
Peeping through the various iterations
Of mental costumes,
Between meetings, small talk
The performance of the ‘face’
In front of the open office
Real work just about, happens
Inspite of the mask
Lean in, authenticity is feel good
Work life integration is (actually) work all through
The real self often wonders
Was it better to born as an AI chat bot?
Or
Is it possible to be the self again?
May be 4IR will download consciousness too, one day
Deepak Unnikrishnan’s Temporary People is the best migration oriented book on the Gulf and in general in a while. The power of this poetry and prose has an experiment texture but delivers the message about the Indian ness or the sheer lack of it once one has never lived in India, and the conception of an Indian Citizen is constructed in Indian Schools in the Gulf.
The precariousness of the gulf migrant is depicted vividly in a variety of narrative forms. I can resonate with the book so much that every time I read it, there is an emotional explosion within me. The Alienation, the distance, the hurt and the perennial negotiation to survive while working to feed mouths back home, is the Pravasi, who is marked by this absence.
#TemporaryPeoplethebook
Museums are repositories of a national narrative, a core register of the state. Having been associated with Oman for the past twenty five years, a visit to its National Museum opposite the Al Alam Palace is poignant especially on the extended National Day Weekend where Omani families, with tourists were in full force to understand the genealogy of the Omani nation from pre historic Magan times to the present Renaissance/Al Nahda present. The plush two ground plus one museum was classy, all in white- had a very international feel where History was the context for something much larger than gallery spaces with artefacts, a nations life was being explained.
Oman’s Maritime History was explored in a major part of the Museum with life size Dhows and all sorts of armour, with a Boston made canon too. Omani Maritime prowess has played a major role in its history.
Globalisation started early as Oman had the first diplomatic relationship with the United States in the region. Oman’s History with India was highlighted through a door artefact from Surat made in 1186 AD. Similarly relations with East Africa were depicted through coins and other material symbolisms. The currency evolution was explained visually which caught the fancy of many an expat, as they come to make a living in this blessed land.
The Renaissance gallery had a socioeconomic statistical data monitor which reminded me of something similar that I came across in the National Gallery, Singapore where art was mapped through big data in May 2018. The musical section had access points to listen to music from Omani artists such as Rashid Al Suri among others. Rashid Al Suri according to the Qatar Digital Archive, lived in Mumbai during the 1940’s.
The National Museum was filled with grandfathers explaining to their grandsons various facets of traditional weapons to young men and women dressed up in their traditional finery with flags. History is the crux of building a sense of identity and this National Museum does an outstanding service in illuminating the past for the citizens of the future. National Museum Oman #experienceoman @ National Museum Oman
Ideologies are thought infrastructures, it’s nuts and bolts are implemented in how people think, that is routinely the politics of the text, the text book, the seminar circuit, the media information flows, and the intelligentsia who formulate these thoughts in the first place, as Marx said (paraphrasing him) ‘many have interpreted the world, the point is to change it’ but currently the world over this maxim is being implemented by the populist right from a Brazil to Philippines. The middle classes want change. The left controlled the discourse in India, a counter narrative is being built.
Crossing the Tropic of Cancer into Sur, the historic Omani Trading Town on the Sea of Oman/Arabian Sea interface is a journey into the past and how well it juxtaposes with the contemporary reality of Oman as a shipping and tourism hub is a wonderful case study for Gulf Studies Scholars. I visited the unexplored Bilad Al Sur Fort, a hidden gem in Sur town, impeccably restored to its preeminence.
This photo essay is unlike any other. #experienceoman @ Sur, Oman
In an ocean of opinions
Where is the vague moral compass
Contexts shuffle
Realities splinter
Converge and merge
The I, We and the Us
Traded in for positions
On life’s chessboard
Is it important
For the ‘I’
To emerge?
Life is not a resume and obviously can’t be one that is accepted by hiring managers. It is as if we wrap our lives into lines on a resume. There is something called living as well. In all the conversation regarding re-skilling, automation, big or small data, deep learning and smart cities we tend to forget that each journey is unique, have differential set of opportunities influenced by social, economic and cultural capital and habitus.
Life is fuller than reduced caricatures which are essentially lists. We are brands, varnished by LinkedIn, perennial image building is the fuel, but I guess organisations are better off hiring full humans than plastic cvs.
Survival, short hand for a migrant
Residue of self
Caste, Class,Faith, Race
Find meaning
In art
In the words that are carved
Sculptures of the mind
To hold the person
Deep within
The world outside
Needs paper
Passport,Visa, Bank Statement
To construct the self
Borders and passport stamps
Delineate the migrant
In the amphitheater of life
The border offers opportunity
Also a sense of dissolution
Of the self
Life is spent in making a living
And celebrating festivals on Facebook
And Watsapping family
While remittances are our absence
#Deepawali