May 18, 2010 at 6:35 PM
I lived for a couple of years in KSA. The city where I lived is Khobar. I did my high-school and higher-secondary school from Saudia while living my years in Khobar. In fact it was the school and education for which my dad shifted his family from Pakistan. Saudia is so different from Pakistan like clean roads, economical diet, standard of living, no crime rate at all. In short, I felt it so ideal especially when comparing to my Pakistan. The place where dad moved us was first a house in Southern Khobar. I liked it. It was huge. The first trouble was that mom couldn't clean it alone. Secondly, it was so huge that I felt at times as if it's a haunted home. But the biggest reason of not staying there for long was it's distance from school. It took about half an hour on foot to get to school. And in summers, the penetrating sunlight and pungent heat are not a simple trouble to handle. Dad's duty timings and my school timings were different. When I used to wake up, dad had already gone to work. So dad decided that we shift. And he got us shifted near the school. It took about a week to search for a nice apartment and about a month to shift properly. So in one month we paid the double rent. The one for the previous house as well as for the new apartment. It was winters but still dad knew that summers won't be easy. He wanted us to shift in winters. Shifting wasn't so tough except for carrying the luggage and moving heavy stuff with chilly hands.
I had already started liking the area because of so many Pakistanis living here and the hustle and bustle. The building I moved in was popular. Because of three reasons. I had never lived in Khobar earlier. But even then I learnt about its popularity so fast. The first two reasons aren't big but they made the building famous.
Firstly, a woman lived in the building somewhere on the first floor(distinguish from ground floor as no one lives on ground floor. Its just some shops and parking area) who suffered a car crash. The accident produced some psycological affects on her. She sometimes behaved like children. And she used to organise a marriage of dolls. She had a friend who was a teacher in the Pakistani School. That teacher was so upset on the accident of her friend that she arranged a big ceremony on the next marriage of dolls. The entire building was lit in red lights. People have good economic lives in Saudia. So alot of girls from the school were invited. Good food, big ceremony, lightening, music etc. all demanded funds and it was well organised as people could afford it. The entire block was so filled that parking wasn't available as parents from neighbouring city came to escort their daughters and women who were asked by that teacher to come and join that ceremony. It seemed as if some real arab prince's marriage is happening. From my home, mom went. And as my mom describes, it was a really enchanting ceremony. Pictures were shot. It given me a feeling of a real marriage of some rich sheikh. And it's hard for people to believe but this news made its way to a ladies magazine and two english newspapers that get their publication in Saudia. The building got a name as GUDDA-GUDDI WALI building as the marriage was between a GUDDA(male figure doll) and GUDDI(female figure doll). But I was really upset a week later when again the parking was filled and i heard crying noises in the building when I came to know the death of that woman who organised this marriage. So many people came to her home. She had no children of her own. She died at a young age of 36.
The second reason was the murder of a Pakistani. He lived on first floor as well. He came to Saudia long time ago. And using his mind, he built a workshop. He was a petty labor in the start. Life was hard for him. But being a wise man, he made his own workshop from the money he earned while working as a mechanic in someone else's workshop. One night, he brought a huge sum of money to his apartment. Some Bengali men had their eyes on him. That night they broke into the apartment and killed him. In Saudia, murders are not common at all. It was like a big happening that happens once in ten years. Police were called. The entire area was sealed. The body was found except for the head which wasn't found for a week more. They killers chopped his head off. Later they were caught travelling on a bus disguised as pilgrims to offer their prayers at Mecca. So when people asked Aamir where i live, I answered that I live in the building JIS MEIN KHOON HUA THA.
Third reason has brought bad repute to the building some how. A family lived on third floor. They were eleven daughters to a single Pakistani who worked in Pakistan International Airlines(PIA). He was mostly not at home. Their mother was diabetic and had her surgery of left shoulder so she was mostly confined to her room. Eleven daughters in another way means, when one(senior most) daughter has done her college, one(junior most) would be just in the primary school. As their father was not at home most of the time, some boys kept "circling" around for them. Their eldest daughter passed her college when I was just in school. Those girls weren't so innocent either. If boys had their advancing moves, even the girls had a welcoming behavior. They kept bringing troubles to their home and bad names to their family. Once some religious people came to their home and the result was a fight. But those girls were unleashed by that time. God knows best but it was circulated that some of them had more than one love connection. One of them was caught on the roof with a boy who was a hotel chef in a local restaurant. She had her night in the police custody. But later on she was released. There acts of them brought a name to the building. Everyone called it BIJLIYON WALI BUILDING then. It was not a good repute at all. One of the BIJLIYAAN, I mean BIJLI was my age fellow. She was in the same class but in Girl's wing. I won't describe her here in detail. But that lightening never fell on AB. It's not that she had no charms. She had some attraction. But those never worked on me. Why? The logic is as follows.
Some people get killed by fairies.
Some affected by bijliyaan.
Some by jadugarnis.
I'm in the last type!