Saturday, 27 June 2009

Language

My second visit to Morocco, I forgot my camera in the plane on my seat. We went through customs and its while waiting for our lugguage that I realised it was missing. I went to the nearest officer, told him what had happened and was directed to the lost and found desk.

A young woman was sitting there and looked bored out of her mind. She asked me whether she could be of any assistance without bothering to look at me. I told her I'd forgotten my camera on the plane and handed her my boarding ticket, she looked up at me and asked me to come back in 15 minutes.

I left, got my stuff and decided to give her 5 more minutes and came back 20 minutes later. She was tending to a group of french speaking moroccans who had lost a "valise". I turned to her colleague - who seemed to have just joined her. I explained that I'd been there earlier and that his colleague asked me to come back later. He said fine and before he could ask her, she turned to him and told him in arabic to tell me that they didn't find it. He asked her still in arabic whether she had called to inquire and she annoyingly told him no, she needn't have bothered they wouldn't have found it anyway. The colleague just stared at her and dialled a number, told them that passenger so and so had lost a camera seat number so and so. Since he'd just called them, I guess they must have told him they were going to look or something like that. anyway, he put the phone down and said "madam, am going to give you our phone number, please call tomorrow morning. If the camera has been found, you will get it." His lady colleague said something that sounded like "whatever". I took my boarding ticket back and said to him in perfect arabic "thank you so very much Sir for taking the trouble to call and inquire. I will surely call tomorrow. Will you be at the desk? Yes? Good, I would prefer having to deal with you. Thank you very much. Have a good day."

He looked at his colleague who was looking at me her cheeks red and her mouth open. I was going to ask hr to cloe it otherwise she would trip on her jaw but decided not to push it.

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Thursday, 19 February 2009

Facebook

I cannot believe it's been a year since I last blogged; 18th february 2008. Is it that I had nothing to say? Was the urge to write no longer there? Did I find another receptacle for the thoughts rattling in my head? No. I found facebook.

On facebook, I have been doing a lot of thigs:

1. Poking (its not at harsh as it sounds). You poke your friend. He gets notified that you'd just poked him. He pokes you back. You get notified that he'd just poked you back so you go and repoke him and he rerepokes you. To make a long story short, the poking can go on forever.

2. Chatting to friends, relatives or whoever you wanna talk to provided they are online. Well, some of them happen to be online but chose the invisible mode because they don't want to talk to you.

3. Adding friends and being added by friends whose friends want to add me and since I don't know them I don't add them. Only there is no "Don't Add" tab on facebook. It just says "Ignore". I've been ignoring a lot of people. Not very nice.

4. Commenting on my friends' pictures, notes, posts. That's neat.

5. Joining Groups. There are totally useless groups like RGLS which is actually Ridiculously Good Looking Sudanese - am a member - and serious groups like - Stop FGM (Female Genital Mutilation). You get to learn a lot.

But the most important thing is that Facebook did do me a big favour. It made me reconnect with family I haven't seen for 20 years. I've just been too busy keeping myself updated to blog.

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