Home at Venice

Ciao All!


Life can be funny at times. You plan something for ever and everything falls apart at the last second. Then you casually pass by something, and just make an honest wish that it comes true, and it all falls into place and it actually works out!

Today, I write to you from venice. One day, at the spark of the moment I decided to enlist my name in a volunteering program and said " who knows, I might be accepted" and guess what, I got accepted :)

Right now, I am sitting at the aresenale working area, which is the pavilion's venue that is over looking the water, as I write this post. The building's bricks are exposed with a layer of patched algae and worn out paint. I am looking forward to the contrast of perfectly painted screens on which the work shall be displayed. Right now, the pavilion space is just being prepared.
I live a few blocks away in a ground level apartment in one of the residential quarters in venice. My neighbours are venetians. Their loud humming voices wake me up from sleep every morning. The partitions serve a spatial division only, not an acoustic one. So its as if we all are living together.

It feels surreal.

A few days back, I was driving around the busy city of Dubai, where one cannot live without the luxury of a vehicle.
Now, I am jumping off and on water taxis and running up and down tight alleys, and strangely enough, it already feels like home.
Not only that, but I am living with a best friend and two other girls who I just met on this trip, and we are getting along like life-long friends.

When things seem to be too stagnant, I guess it means that the water is about to flow again; just move your hands into the water.
If things are not going anywhere, just initiate, the will alone will get you to places.

I shall update you, every now and then of the unfolding events of this trip. I dont believe this is a mere coincidence.
Till then, my love to you all.

check this out: www.uaepavilion.ae

Still cannot write..

For a while now, I stopped blogging. I use to blog thrice a week..and nowadays I do not have the motivation to type a word. This post, has nothing new to say, other than expressing my bewilderment "where did that passion for writing go"?

I hear my inner self. I t is still murmuring within me, sometimes it screams, that I need to act (stop the talking)..
Ive been obsessed about doing something..and yet, I cannot lift a finger and type..
I definitely do not stop questioning. My life is filled..with many subjects to share..but I don't..

If you pass by and read my words, did that ever happen to you? I mean this is not a week's matter..its been A WHILE..
writing was always therapeutic, but now i just lost touch..

Because we know, in the words of the poet Khalil Gibran, that children ‘are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself’.

The title above is taken from the words of her Majesty Queen Rania of Jordan. And I would call her a Queen, inside-out.

I did not know of the CHILDREN'S MUSEUM in Jordan, till this day. I am proud to see such a project in our Arab world.
In a world that takes so much pride in its tallest buildings and largest malls, I was waiting for a day where the media takes pride in the best school, university, library, museum? And when such a project takes place, I do not get to hear about it? Was that my absolute ignorance, or did the media not shed a light on it? Or was it a bit of both?

Coming across such an initiative, I am glad. And I want to be part of something as meaningful.
Below is the link, please visit:

CHILDREN'S MUSEUM IN JORDAN