Traffic Signal Photography

What do you do when you stop at the traffic light? One has to be very attentive in this part of the world. A delay of a split second to move at the light turning green could start a live orchestra with people trying their hands on the car horns. I have noticed some motorist, (actually more than some motorist) devoting this spare time of theirs in keeping their nose clean. In other words downloading stuff from inside their nose into their car with the help of the index fingers.
Some people like to spend this time by getting prepared for the meeting he is going to attend on his arrival or being creative by developing ideas or trying to solve mathematical mind benders or maybe analyzing the days activities at work, the usual what went wrong or what could be dealt in a better way..... while the car fm provide the background score.
Have you ever tried to try your hand at photography. These are some result of my humble attempt at what I call "Traffic signal photography".
Let me know what you all do at the traffic stops ......

The Rising Sun

A new day dawning

The setting Sun

A piece of Sky between the cars

Wanted to avoid those two cars but they just drove in


A few rain drops on the windsheild and the night sky beyond


All set to start pouring from the sky


This time I managed to get the mosque without the cars


Water logged Sharjah street

What a pair!

A nice Dubai Street

Going to work on a rainy day

Just before the hard rain

Irresistible Oman

There is something mystical about Muscat that I did not feel in any other places I had lived. The people of Oman are very friendly and so are the administration. I will never forget the way the Royal Oman Police (ROP) helped us when our car wheels got stuck in the loose gravels off-road. That is another story to tell. If we believe that nice people are gifted with nice surrounding then there can be no better example than Oman. I have lived in Oman and later on went back periodically on business trips.

Watercolor on a canvas

The city of Muscat nicely situated with a mountain range on one side and the open ocean on the other. First time I saw these mountains it appeared to me like barren hills with no character or appeal. But a closer look put me in trance, those mountains were standing as if they have just come out of water after having a bath.The mountains quite literally show distinct signs that those have been under water forever, even if it was a few million years ago. We could still see the shells of various sea organism deposited all over their body and the most most dominant signs are the water marks. The constant flow of water have left their permanent marks on the sides and the shape of those marks gives a reasonable idea of the alignment and gradient of the waterscape. Driving on the roads between these mountains took me dreaming and having goose bumps with the realization that today I am driving in the place where huge sea creatures had been swimming not many years back.

The watermarks on the mountain

That might be too many years back in time but the sign of recent civilization and history of that place is abundant and equally interesting. Last time I visited Oman, I had my wife travelling along as we clubbed the weekend to my business trip. It was an opportunity for me to visit places where I have not been before. We went up Jabal Akhdhar the green mountain, where only a 4x4 vehicle is allowed. It took us about 30 minutes to reach there but it is amazing that human being used to live there long before cars were invented. They used to do step terracing for cultivation and had an intrinsic network of water channels (aqua ducts) to maximize the utilization of whatever little quantity of water was available. Even today exotic fruits are cultivated on top of this mountain. On our way up we crossed a few old settlements, which have been now abandoned but this was the first time I have witness civilization in form of entire settlement on top of a mountain. The most intriguing of all was a house carved out on the mountain side and hidden so well that it would have given all the protection that the owner of this house had desired. We could only view it at a distance while we were on the other side of a huge gorge but could not reach it.




The other interesting thing we did was driving on the Wadi (river/ stream) which is popularly known as "wadi bashing". It was a stream between the mountains which has a very quiet and harmless look to it. We have been told that when it rains in the mountains, these streams turns devastating, taking away everything that comes on their way. We got down of the car to pick some pebbles from the wadi bed we had scores of local kids joining us in search for nice collectibles. On our way up we met with other children having bath and some trying to make some money selling locally woven handicrafts. Somehow "made in China" products have not penetrated the handicraft of this region.
The town of Nizwa had a fort which is also a museum. It has a very nice souk (market) where one can pick up antiques of the region. Coins , swords, Guns, postage stamps and other accessories of yesteryears.
We could not enter the Al Hooty cave this time as it flooded due to flash rains in the mountains the night before.
There are footprints of old civilization scattered through out this country. But one of the grandest symbol of modern architecture and construction technology in my opinion is the "Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque". A monument of strong character and respect for minutest of minutest details.


There are hundreds of other places that we could have visited only if we had more time to spend there. We shall probably shall go back soon to the mystical call of Oman.

The magical Kalba

There is something quite unique about a bridge not far away from Dubai. It is a narrow bridge which only allows only oneway traffic. You have to wait for your turn to get into the bridge and can only do that once the car already on the bridge have crossed over and no one from the other side has started. This is the only link to the mainland and if something happens to that bridge you will be in limbo! There are no traffic light or traffic cop but people ensure that there is a smooth movement of traffic back and forth. Why can't we have this behavior within the city limits? Well that is a million dollar question. Within the city limits we are different people.. "bina juddhe nahi debo succhagro medini" (will not concede any land even equivalent to the tip of a needle without a fight). Once you cross over to the other side there is nothing ....... not a black hole though! But a vast deserted sand punctuated by the track marks of 4X4 vehicles and then converges into the pristine beach of the Indian Ocean. On this side of the bridge, there are the mountains, sea and mangroves and lots of manicured parks.

The boys always leave their mark


We dared to let our tyres bathe in the Indian Ocean



The magical moment

The Setting sun

We did not plan for this visit. Set off based on a news feature, impressed by the photographs, rather seduced by the images posted along. The place I am talking about is known as Kalba. I had seen the road sign for kalba on the emirates road and thought it would be a place just around the next corner. It is in United Arab Emirates and falls within the boundary of the emirate of Sharjah. The southern most tip of the UAE's Indian Ocean coastline ends in an extensive dark green belt of almost impenetrable mangrove marsh. The backdrop of the green is formed by brown rocky mountains. The beauty of Khor Kalba is further enhanced by the sparkling blue water of the ocean and this is unquestionably a magical place, a place of exquisite beauty. I would say this is one of the most picturesque places in this country. A place where nature has placed greenery, sea and mountains next to one another and a place not spoiled by we humans. Not yet!

The Joggers park

The Sun has gone down and the lights have come up. Its time to start the return journey.

It is about 2 and 1/2 hours drive from Dubai Airport. We intend to visit the place once again and this time we plan to stay overnight. Its a promise.....

Birth and Rebirth of Radio

Talk about the birth of radio and many a great name pops up in front of our eyes; Faraday, Maxwell, Jagadish Chandra Bose and off course Guglielmo Marconi. I am not going to discuss much about this here. I would like to remember the radio we have seen in India before Television became popular and affordable and its gradual waning and miraculous comeback. Our favorite AIR, the all India Radio, commenced operation in 1936, as a government organization. The objectives was to inform, educate and entertain the masses. But it did much more than that. It had struck a cord with the masses. RabindranathTagore named it akashvani which means voice from the sky and it was a word which was coined particularly for this purpose. Radio in those days was at the center of people's life. People in the village used to get together every evening to listen to their favorite songs and for the latest news. As we know numerous plays and movies had been written with radio at core of the story. Those were the days of romanticism when songs used to be released over the radio and people used to request for their favorite songs by postcards and wait patiently for months for it to be played. Another important part of those show was the program presenter who had a different face painted in the mind of their listeners.
It was the era of the blooming of India's identity and it saw overall development in all fields related to Art and Culture. Radio was powered by film songs from popular Hindi cinema, while it inspired the development of non film music and dramas. At the beginning, radio like many other object de desire divided the society into who possess it and who doesn't.The progress of science and and technology made a transistor and tape recorder a common household item. Owning a Radio transistor in one of the states with international border came with its own set of complications. I remember as I grew up during the seventies we were required to have a government license to own a radio, which was required to be renewed every year. I remember vividly the small booklet that had a transmission tower on its blue cover page. As the surge in the popularity of the Radio continued the innovation in the industry followed closely. The most popular innovation probably was the pocket transistor with the earphone. Next popular demand was combining more than one function together which ushered in the era of 2 in 1 and3 in 1.
The history of Indian radio will be incomplete without the mention of one place called Jhumri Talaiya, a place in the present Jharkhand district, originally a sleepy mining town, which became famous in India due to its connection with Vividh Bharati programmes. A large number of song requests for the Vividh Bharati programmes would come from Jhumri Taliya. Youngsters in the town were said to compete on who sent out the most song requests in a day or month. There used to one Rameswar Burnwal from Jhumri Telaiya whose name would be repeated daily. One of the most popular program transmitted from outside India was the "Binaca Geetmala" from Ceylon.Then came the television and with its advent the popularity of the radio started to wane. The Television turned out to be the Big Brother, Hogging all the limelight and almost instantly gobbling up all the advertising revenue. The cash starved Radio started to lose out and we thought that was the end of radio.
The radio made its comeback in the early nineties with the fm transmission. I remember those days in New Delhi when the private stations started to come alive with hit music and interactive programs. More and more creative and young people started to sign up and the old slow tunes started to give way to the fast and peppy music. The advertisement jingles with the childhood memories came back feeding life into the system. Little did we realize at that time that things have changed for good. It was not the old wine in a new bottle, it was brand new product which catered to the entire spectrum of the society. Another boost to the life of the Radio came from the mobile phones with FM tuner. The FM became the USP of many a mobile phone handsets during the start of this century and turned out to be a success story for the phone makers also. The phone started to be the source of live music all the time, be it jogging or waiting for the bus or train. Unlimited songs powered by commercials and presented by qualified professionals started to get out to the listeners round the clock.
While the private fm stations are doing booming business the government owned stations seems to be losing the battle. BBC and VOA are noticing sizing down on their international programing. Shortly after India's independence from British colonizers, the cold war started to take shape and both the powers started to try and influence as many minds they could towards their side. India, with its tilt towards the USSR was the target of the propaganda of the western bloc. Voice of America and BBC started to reach and influence the masses through the air waves with various programs in Hindi and other Indian languages. Now with the cold war over and the governments around the world with budget deficits of their own are finding it difficult to justify their existence.
When I arrived in Dubai, I found that the FM Radio is a big industry in its own rights. There are almost 10 stations streaming out indian film music and gossips all through the day. I would imagine that they are great profit centres and why not they are powered by plenty of advertisements. All types of product starting from apartments to cars to music concerts are announced over these fm stations. Even TV programs are advertised over the fm stations here in Dubai.Who would not like to reach out to thousands of commuters with high spending power locked inside their own cars in the middle of the famous or infamous DJ, the Dubai Jam. Can you dream of a better clientèle than this for your product? Long live Radio but I sincerely hope that they observe a minimum of one "No Remix day" every week.

Looking through my window

It helps at times to look out of the window without trying to focus on any particular object but stare at a distance. It clears my thought process and opens up the mind to the world of imagination and ideas. One particular morning with a freshly prepared coffee in my mug, I walked up and stood in front of the window. It was in the 10th floor in one of the mid-rise buildings of downtown Dubai. We had a wonderful view of the creek, golf club and the city skyline with intermittent take off and landing of aeroplanes from this office. That morning it was a building construction site across the street that caught my attention. It was buzzing with activities. At this point one would be tempted to wonder what is new in this, probably 80 out of 100 windows in Dubai has got a similar view, a construction site with whole lot of activities. After all this is a city which has employed almost 60% of worlds total number of tower cranes. It has built in ten years what took better part of a millennium for other big cities to achieve. Usually I look at this construction site all the time but this morning it was different. As I was sipping through my morning coffee I was observing how people are working to get this tower up. From the 10th floor where I was standing it was not possible to make out any of the faces but I could see their hats; most of them were yellow with some blue and a few red and white ones. As I was watching them the scene in front of me started to get transformed to a colony of ants busy pushing stuff around in an anthill. All members of this community seemed to me are color coded and each color of hat belong to a sub group performing under the supervision of his team leader. Everything goes on with precision and everyone doing exactly what they are supposed to do. The tower crane loads and unloads materials as required and the movement of the 3 tower cranes at work are so well synchronized that it reminds you of the movement of the 3 arms of the watch.
It is important to realize that all this does not happen by chance but it is the culmination of intensive and meticulous planning. It is a plan which is alive and changing till the completion of the project. Being in the profession that I am, these activities are part of the daily drill and usually I am one of the many down there dancing and running around. But it is not the same as to have a view from the top. The realization started to grow in me the power of organization and the importance of a system and order.This is the skill of management to ensure that all the components fall perfectly in the right places in right order to put together this jigsaw puzzle. When something does not go the desired way then one have a backup plan to get them back on track. A good manager is someone who is able to have this view from the top well in advance, much before the start of any activity at the construction site.
Sometimes it is difficult to understand the necessity of being managed by an efficient manager and it is his skills and experience that makes or breaks a project. We all tend to think that we can manage it ourselves and we can do it better so why do we need a professional project manager. Yes, you may be right in assuming that everyone can perform this particular task but the question one need to answer is that will any one be able to do this as efficiently within the same budget and same time and still produce the same standards and quality.

Managing the workforce at the construction site is another mammoth task by it self. A small mistake could cost very dearly and that is why all major check points are identified well in advance. At those check points multiple level of checks are conducted to ensure that noting escapes as an oversight. To identify those points and to get all responsible to perform this procedure amidst the deadlines and time crunch is a true test of his managerial skills. When it comes to executing a milestone task its like 1000 dancers performing in a particular rhythm. They work as a team, a single entity and one cannot differentiate one individual from another but you do not notice an individual when he goes off beat. The idea is not to remove a out of beat dancer. The manager relocates him to the position where he fits and that is how he manages his resources. The similarity could have been very easily drawn with that of marching column of soldiers but this is architecture and as we say architecture is frozen music.
Since that morning lot of water has crossed through the Dubai Creek and economic downturn that started in a foreign land thousands of miles always has reached the shores in UAE. Our project team have moved to Ajman, closer to the project site. We do not get the opportunity to view from that window now. A few weeks back I had the chance to pass by and was very happy to see that the building is still on course and is standing tall; smiling and ridiculing all the antagonists of Dubai .... :)