Start Up Founders are egotistical as they need the delusion to drive them through the depths of despair while putting on a mask of a dream to reach the impact they have envisioned. #innovation
The idea of a hegemonic post-colonial South Asia ruptures when the post-colonial diaspora becomes the refuge for the unwanted minorities such as the Bhojpuri speaker in Nepal or the Ahmadiyya in SE Asia. The migrant worker finds anchor in the diaspora as the margins of the homeland dissolve, and the shore of the diaspora becomes the dockyard.
As a professional PhD researcher who thinks, reads, writes, and interviews airport labor and automation for a living in Singapore over the past 1.5years across SE Asia and Gulf, it was surreal to observe the check in process at Changi T3 behind the glass screen with a masked-up airport worker and serpentine lines of passengers.
The process was as if the pandemic did not happen as the process was the same, although there was a shorter pre verified line where the passenger submits documents online 36 hours in advance. The approval comes in just prior to the check in beginning.
It was great to enter an airport after 16 months to drop off a kind soul who was heading for a family reunion after 30 months.
Pandemic immobility is real, but it was great seeing Changi again.
Hope to fly in July.
As we are back to the normal-normal- remember not to take mobility for granted and be kind, many of us are still mourning the loss.
A counter factual as migration scholar- Why isn’t the labor reforms in Qatar being highlighted in the follow up to the World Cup, and only the other side?
Will woke-ism improve labor standards.
Business Development, Fund Raising and Growth is the engine room and fuel of an organization whether commercial or impact focused as sans income there is no vision
Bayt is a place in the past
Shrapnel in the Soul
Slipping Away Like Sand in my Palms
Time is memory
Sediments as a scaffold
Makes it easy to carry then
Public transport buses become a migrant sonic scape with bangla, tamil and punjabi music leaking out of earphones as these spaces map aspirations as much as heartache. Some of these bus rides from the little india district to the dorms take up to 90 minutes.
The last row of seats are often the preferred choice where video calls to back home are made, maximising time on an off day where each minute is valued.
Objects such as this tissue paper box couched in a glitzy decorative cover brings me back to my childhood in Muscat where restaurants such as Omar Khayyam in Ruwi or Golden Spoon in Al Khuwair used to have such tissue boxes.
This particular artefact was found at Tabbouleh, a Lebanese place at Arab St in Singapore on Eid Eve. The coffee and Kunefe brought me back to the aromas of Turkish House in Al Khuwair in my home town.
Bayt and Watan is sometimes a bite of kunafa, which is my favorite dessert of a time which was dear.
Exile is a state of mind for a Desi Khaleeji. The azaan post iftar, the last one before Eid in Singapore is always special, twice in two years.
This place was at Muscat St, a geographical irony, with a mural of a dhow and the Omani Flag.
Identity for a migrant is an archipelago of fragments, paperwork as patchwork, languages as outfits, food as survival but the bayt and the watan is a place in the soul as shrapnel.