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Thanks to the folks at the National.

The Emirati comedian Abdulla “Abz” Ali is not afraid to push boundaries in his stand-up comedy routines. His acts have a tendency to be at times racy and controversial, but he makes no apologies.

For the 21-year-old, it’s all in the name of entertainment.

“Comedy is an art and art should never be censored,” said the Dubai native. “My comedy style is really just an exaggeration of my personality.”

Ali was speaking ahead of the debut comedy eventOne Night Standup in Dubai Monday night, at 8pm, at 1Up, Boutique 7 Hotel and Suites, Tecom.

Hisham Wyne, a Dubai-based columnist and writer, founded the event, aiming to enhance the UAE comedy scene and give the audience an opportunity to enjoy local talent free of charge.

“My interest in stand-up is a progression of an appreciation for the community and my public-speaking background,” said the 28-year-old Wyne, who is originally from Pakistan. “I felt there should be more opportunities and places for people to perform, so I did something about it.”

The interest he received was overwhelming and performance slots filled quickly.

“We want to encourage comedy and self-expression, but we don’t want people to get offended,” he said. “After all, they are showing up to have a laugh.”

While their current venue is an intimate space, Wyne hopes it will encourage more establishments to open their doors in support. He also hopes to catapult the careers of comedians, similar to how many Hollywood actors started out in small clubs and bars in the US.

“The issue of finding a venue is huge here because there are quite a few barriers. Our event will hopefully set precedence for others to curate their own events,” he said.

Ali, who is currently studying dentistry in New Zealand, shares the same sentiment and stresses the need for more support. He looks up to comedians such as Dave Chappelle, after watching one of his shows at age 13.

“I would love to see the UAE as the capital of comedy in the Middle East,” he said. “Feedback is mainly positive, but sometimes I do get the odd question of ‘Why are you doing this?’ or ‘You shouldn’t have said that’. It used to make me sad, but I learnt to live with it.”

The Egyptian-born stand-up comedian Lamya Tawfik has also had to face some tough criticism. As a 35-year-old Muslim woman who wears the hijab, some found it difficult to understand her love of the stage.

“I was on an Arabic talk show once and one of the hosts said to me: ‘You wear the headscarf, shouldn’t you not be drawing attention to yourself?’ I simply said: ‘Hey, I’m just doing comedy.’ Besides, it was ironic because her co-host also covers her hair, yet she’s on TV.”

Without intending it, Tawfik, who was also juggling a doctorate in children’s media with a job in advertising and developing her comedy, found herself responsible for exemplifying that one can be a practising Muslim and do comedy at the same time.

“We are always concerned about being politically correct and not offending each other. We don’t push the envelope in fear of being attacked,” she said. “My humour is observational and I tend to make fun of myself a lot. It’s pretty family-friendly, like Bill Cosby.”

Both Tawfik and Ali decided to pursue comedy after attending a 2009 workshop in Dubai by Aron Kader, from the Arab-American comedy group Axis of Evil.

Wyne stresses that comedy is undeniably difficult and therefore requires dedication.

“I chose this particular venue because the audience won’t be easy to please, which makes it more challenging for the comedian,” he said. “But at the same time, I’m not throwing them to the wolves. They have to come with a game plan and know their material inside out because they are here to entertain.”

 

 

This is very cool. Lots of people, including the erstwhile staff at local English daily The National, have run stories on the graffiti and street art scene in Dubai. It can’t hold a candle to other places in the world, but the fact that it remains a jail-worthy – and worse, a deportation-worthy- act, means it remains the preserve of a few brave souls. Many of the graffiti artists in the Satwa and Al Badaa areas are Emirati. They can’t be told go back home if caught.

But not this one. S/he is one of the pioneers of scene, and the vast majority of his works in Dubai South. Tecom, JLT, Media City, etc., remain popular haunts for him/her. Not only is this soul dedicated to elliptical statements marked with the triangular A, but has a knack for encompassing the idiosyncrasies of the city we live in using but a few choice hastily-painted works. What makes his/her work compelling to me on a personal level is that I’m aware of the person behind the spray can, and read their careful scrawls as an annonymous extension of their personality.

Sirius, of course, is the brightest star in the sky,derived from the Greek ‘Seirios’. Its close proximity to Earth, added to a size twice that of our modest sun, makes it a prominent feature of the nightscape. And isn’t everyone in Dubai trying to aim for the brightest, blingiest star out there, regardless of cost or sanity?

Ps: The picture was taken near the entrance to the long standing, practically forgotten, almost derelict, Dubai Desert Springs community next to Tecom. 

It was the oldest market in Dubai. Near the Shindagah tunnel area. It’s now been closed down to make space for Carrefour’s expansion.

Emirates Biz 24/7 carried the news – glad to see them inadvertently contribute to the cause of serious journalism.

These traders expected Dubai Municipality to provide them alternative space in the city. However, Dubai Municipality has not announced any plans to relocate them.

“About 1,400 people work here. Most of the employees are uncertain about their future and the municipality has not yet announced plans for a new market.  The closed vegetable market had 30 stalls and 20 kiosks, the fish market had 28 stalls and the meat market had 27 stalls,” one trader said.

According to Municipality official sources, traders were given enough notice and their licences have not been renewed.

So well done, Dubai Municipality, for placing commercial interest over heritage. It’s markets such as these, though not very accessible for tourists, etc, that hold together the fabric of inner city life. Really, must everything go the way of the super-mall – those gigantic totems to consumption that are rapidly becoming untenable?

Tuesday was the first day of Eid here in the UAE. And Dubai was thronging. In particular, anecdotal evidence suggests there was a full scale attack on Dubai Mall. The Saudis threatened our borders, while the Omanis also advanced into retail areas. The GCC influx was in force.

More seriously, it occasioned such that I was forced to drive into old Dubai for a photoshoot of sorts. A half hour drive saw me in the vicinity of the old Dubai Museum, near the Arabian Courtyard hotel, and the Bastakiya heritage area.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The place was busy, and most of the Asians in the area had their pristine Eid whites on.From there, t’was a bit of a walk to the aabra station next to the Bank of Baroda, through the Textile Souk. Through nooks and crannies with spaces for crooks and nannies. Er….anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the closer I got to the water’s edge, the more hordes upon hordes I encountered. This area of town is usually busy, but Eid had lent a special quality of hustle and bustle to proceedings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Textile Souk Bur Duabi station is one if the main aabra drop-off points this side of the creek. Those wooden little boats ferry people from the far Deira side to here. The Deira bank of the creek I’m quite familiar with, due to several late night walks there back in the day. The Radisson Blu sits squatly there, with a decent bar called up On on the 10th which offers offers nice vistas of creek life.

The textile souk is not organic – it didn’t grow out of necessity. It was designed  for a specific purpose. All the shops look homogenous, standardized. It’s built for the consumption of tourists as well as people who live in the area. It was funnily incongruous to see white arms and legs occasionally stick out of a sea of brown faces. Those white arms and legs would look around curiously before attaching themselves to shops selling cheap knick knacks at inflated prices.

But boy o boy, did I mention it was busy? As in thronging busy? As in swimming against a tsunami of people? As in Dubai Mall giving away free chocolate, sex and rock and roll busy?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The water was tranquil though. It always is, somehow. The creek makes me happy. And I managed a random opportunistic shot of these lads loitering by the water, chilling with their mates. That made me happy too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For all its seeming haphazard, full to the brim with random life, teeming with unplanned motion, joie de verve, Dubai authorities have taken a few security precautions. They’ve realized it’s nigh on impossible to get a four wheeled vehicle into these little culverts and cul de sacs. So, they have these, complete with first aid kits, etc. Yup, two-wheeled ambulances. The paramedics were taking shelter in doorways and relaxing on steps. Observing, chatting. Just being.

And we got down to business. A few pictures were taken of me leaning suspiciously casually against various objects that the photographer liked. But this still, taken with my little consumer camera, is my absolute favourite. And it’s quite easy to see why :D

For he was looking back to see

If I was looking back to see

If he was looking back at me. 

Muchos fun and laughter and hilarity ensued.

 

 

 

 

Eid down in old town, in the souqs by the creek. It can be frustrating, and there’s really very little chance of finding any sort of parking. But fun in its own way. Like everywhere else in Dubai, everything’s for sale in old town. Including morals. But at least they admit it.

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I was at the Shelter yesterday for a Suhoor event. T’was fun – rather a reunion of creative, faffy types.

For those not in the know – largely you guys not in Dubai, glossary: a) the Shelter was one of the city’s earliest semi-lassiez faire collaborative spaces – which could be used for social events and also had office space and desks for corporate use, and b) Suhoor – a meal taken before the sun rises in preparation for a day-long fast during the month of Ramadan.

I love the Shelter’s new look, which is perspective bending down on perspective. Nooks, crannies and spy-holes. It’s like Alice down a geometrically sound rabbit hole. Cutaways offer new perspectives, allowing one to observe what’s going on inside, what’s going on outside, and what’s going on below. Go around the Shelter a few times, and you almost run the risk of running into yourself on the other side of the many square-shaped portals to other viewpoints. Every cookie-cutter square yields activity on the other side, in an intimate way that glass never can.

Sometimes, it’s almost like you’re observing people, and they quite literally break the fourth wall by reaching out to salute you from one of the empty windows.

PS: Pictures snapped on the fly by the 5 MP camera on the Motorala Defy. Reasonable results, i thought.

Crowds are awe-inspiring. They make one nervous. They entice the breakdown of decorum, of self-interest, and make one move as one with a wider, almost irresistible force. A crowd can be a mob, and mobs are scary to those who like rationality. Crowds are capable of this:

London Riots 2011

But crowds are also capable of this:

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These reasonably amazing scenes are from last night, Thursday, August 18th 2011, at the Trade Centre. Volunteers gathered by the 100s to make care packages for blue collar workers stuck in different labour gulags around the city. Snatches of conversation were heard:

Voice 1: If we didn’t have em, we wont be sleeping comfy at night in our beds, yo

Voice 2: Word, sista. Alhumdulillah. Time to give back.

And give back they did.

The Adopt-a-Camp initiative was started by Saher Shaikh, homemaker and mother, but possessed of a waistline about half that of your average cheerleader. She started doing the rounds of labour camps personally years back, handing out care packages. Since, it’s become an annual community event. The Facebook page sold it as a chance to see Dubai at its best. I rather agree.

People were milling around in a frenzy of helpfulness. If anything, there were more people than tasks at times. Everyone wanted to help. Everyone DEMANDED to help. The team leaders, wearing officiously official blue t-shirts, seemed a bit overwhelmed by it all. They ran around, countermanding each others’ orders, getting in the way wherever they could, and standing around observing the chaos. And generally adding to the atmosphere of doing a good deed without having a clue. All good fun.

But managing a mob is never easy. And for the running around, things DID get done, and rather rapidly at that. The trucks were eventually loaded, with towers of uniform (almost) brown boxes stowed next to one another. And off to the labour camps.

Saher’s got some on the job experience with this. She used to push fancy toiletries into boxes when she first started out – to give workers a bit of a treat. She realized later that what they clamour for more are the simple bare necessities, the simple bear necessities – sorry, couldn’t resist the jungle book riff there.

What they wanted was prickly heat powder to deal with rashes and clothes burn, delousing powder to make sure their linen was bug free, and basic toiletries like toothbrushes, razors, soap, etc.

This crowd of mobsters i was proud to be a part of. Well done, Saher and gang, for starting something that’s now an annual community staple. And well done everyone who helped put it together, and who helped pick, carry, stuff, or organize, that night.

PS: Check out Adopt a Camp’s Facebook presence here.

 

 

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There’s a furore. There’s no gas at the pumps in UAE petrol stations. The UAE! Home to oil reserves the size of a small ocean. Yet, commuters are queuing up, and pumps are running dry. Why?

Quick and simple, as @rupertbu said on Twitter “It’s not as if you fill up with the crude stuff at petrol stations.” Yup, crude needs to be refined before it can run cars and whatnot.

And here’s an article on the Jpost, which quotes Gulf News. A brief excerpt:

The price of gas is regulated by the UAE government, which despite a 26 percent price increase this year alone, has forced the company to sell gas at far lower cost than what Emarat must pay to import oil. Dubai does not have any oil refineries, unlike neighboring Abu Dhabi that has two refineries and can control all aspects of production.  

“In addition to Emarat, Abu Dhabi National Oil Co. (Adnoc), Enoc and Eppco also operate in Dubai. All of these companies must sell gas at approximately $1.80 per gallon. 

“The government of the United Arab Emirates offers a $0.33 per gallon subsidy on gas sales in the country, amounting to hundreds of millions dollars every year; however, in an effort to cut costs it decided earlier this year to scale back on such subsidies.”

The issue isn’t the crude, but the refining capacity. The UAE has its own refineries e.g. Takreer. Most are under Abu Dhabi’s control. There‘s one in Jebel Ali as well, managed by ENOC. Yet, they can’t keep up with demand. And demand is a function of price – and prices are kept artificially low.

So, a simple mismatch between supply and demand, exacerbated by a price ceiling. To make up the difference, oil producers and suppliers like Eppco, Enoc, etc, buy fuel off the international spot market. And are then forced to sell it locally for lower prices. This, as one can imagine, is costly business. They’re running out of cash. Their marts, convenience shops and other services offered as ancillaries at gas stations are not enough to plug the gap.

ADNOC (Abu Dhabi National Oil Company) pumps, it might be noted, aren’t facing shortages. They’re facing massive queues. This is a given, because consumers who can’t fill up at Enoc or Eppco pumps head to ADNOC stations. Gulf News says so here.

And Alexander McNabb picked up on the issue a few days back, on his Fake Plastic Souks blog here.

Due to the…ahem…sensitive nature of the issue (no one wants to scream and point the long fingers of blame on government price ceilings, newspaper reports and official statements have blamed the problem on:

a) Logistical issues

b) Mysteriously invisible pump upgrades

c) Temporary shortages due to tankers running late

d) The dog eating the homework.

But at the end of the day, it’s simple economics – price ceilings create more demand than supply, and the gap needs to be plugged from somewhere. Usually, price ceilings result in black markets. That hasn’t happened yet, to the best of my knowledge.

Psst…I’ve got a gallon of the good stuff…make you feel real good, real mobile. Get you from Tecom to the Trade Centre Roundabout…

PS: This report by Gulf News sums it up rather well.

PPS: I was asked by @SajidIsmail on twitter why Dubai buys off the spot market and can’t run to AUH (Abu Dhabi) for cheaply refined stuff. Two reasons a) tensions and oneupmanship b) but more importantly, because AUH refineries just don’t have the capacity to handle all of the UAE at current prices. The reasons Epco, Enoc et al are holding their little “no fuel” party is perhaps to encourage AUH to sell them refined petrol at low prices, or to prep consumers for a price hike that will bring supply and demand to closer parity.

 

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The good folk of Brown Book Magazine have included me in a supplement on male grooming. The entire production looks quite artsy, and is a bit of a deviation from the glossy magazine norm. Bits of sepia, some noir undertones. Well worth picking up.

Supplement aside, the entire magazine is heading down an interesting autobahn. It’s replacing its pure arts and culture retina with a more community polemic feel. Think less The Art Newspaper, and more a grittier version of GN’s Friday mag, without any of the syndicated fillers. It’s all local, quite relevant and well written. The Jam Jar stocks it (that’s where I picked up my copy), as do local bookshops. Give it a go.

This should ideally have gone to the WordPress blog in line w/ the policy that this site is published work only, but WordPress sucks at video without paying for an enhancement. And we need video sometimes. 

Bold Talks was over a month ago – Feb 11th to be precise. Take a bow, Enida and Tamir, whose brainchild it was. A conference that isn’t afraid to be controversial – but not too controversial. I recall Tamer insisting that Dr. Phil Zimbardo of Stanford Prison experiment fame only take questions non-political in nature. No Bush-bashing, thank you. But such are the safety catches one must deploy while organizing stuff in the UAE – one never knows when someone who’s anyone might take offense at a given meniality. 

 It was a brilliant experience. I was there, mucking around, per norm. A few weeks prior, I’d had this shower epiphany that creativity really only needs the will to overcome fear: the fear of creating something that belongs to you. Of telling your story, while feeling that others may be better qualified to tell it. Of subjecting yourself to feedback, of taking part in popular discourse, of stepping outside your comfort zones.

The troops were rallied. Thank you, Abdullah al Suweidi, Ashraf Ghori, Mohammad Fikree and Akhil Fikree for being such valuable companions.

 Our point was simple: there is no one better qualified tell your story than you. It is only by telling your story through pictures, sound, written and spoken word, or any other medium, that the region can benefit from home grown content. Creativity is simply the act of creating, telling stories using different mediums, generating content, and expressing ideas.

 Eric Schmidt, ex-CEO of Google, has said that less than one percent of the content on the Internet is in Arabic. Consider too the words of sociologist Michael Foucault that knowledge is power. Those who create knowledge have power to negotiate ideas, and influence others. At present juncture, most of our knowledge is being created elsewhere and consumed here. We are recipients, and not creators.

 At Bold 2011, we wanted to demonstrate how easy, fun and spontaneous creativity can be. We wanted to overcome the fear that prevents us from all becoming creators. We wished to demonstrate that collaboration makes creating easier and also more interactive. And subtly present the argument that we should all be doing a lot more than we really are. 

Here’s the edited video of the event courtesy of creative labs, the twofour54 project that funds content creation. There are quite a few glimpses of our demonstration too, as well as a few interesting interviews.

 

http://www.youtube.com/creativelabme#p/u/4/8sDj1FGfWBA

 

And what did we do?

 Well, using cues from the audience, including favourite Dubai landmarks and what people thought of them, we created a short video fusing English and Arabic text, voiceovers, live music and animation, all in real time within the allotted twenty minutes. 

 The final product, shown live in a darkened hall, is right here:


 

http://www.youtube.com/boldtalks#p/a/u/0/JzGciDKOEbE

Bold 2011 was great. Thanks, Enida and Tamer, for putting us up on stage. And thanks, Dr. Bastakiya, for allowing me to temporarily take over the MC mic. Can’t wait for 2012. Maybe we’ll do a demonstration on constructing hovercrafts, or something equally zany. Who’s with me?

 

 

 

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Walls. Not the sort that divide, but the ones that bring us together. Convergence.  Expression. Street art.

That’s what Jalal Abuthina’s new book deals with. District 333 - beyond the surface, whispers the title. A municipality map of the approximate area adorns the otherwise plain white cover.

Al Badaa near Satwa, or District 333 in Dubai Municipality speak, is exceptional in many ways. It is one of the few places where the tides of time, culture, identity all intersect in a quietly seething mass that Jalal explores through a camera lens. But he doesn’t turn his lens on anything other than the sprayed and splayed idioms, pithiness, conjecture, invective, and political statements that adorn the walls and buildings. Graffiti.

To say that Jalal’s work is a photography project would be to miss the mark. It’s a project of stenography and observation. Of figuring out the youth culture that exists in District 333. Where the old rubs hairy shoulders mix with the new. Where Pakistani workers mix with the Filipina housemaids serving the newer villas. Where the Emiratis dress like R&B types and tag impatiently. Where the expat kids overcome their fear of deportation and express themselves using wall as canvas. Where it all comes together. And splits apart.

Jalal’s done a great job. The issue, if any, is with the quality of the graffiti. District 333: Beyond the Surface is a brilliant collection of Dubai street art. The fact that Dubai’s scrawls can’t hold many candles to a few of Beirut’s stencils under the bridge leading to the airport, much less London and NY, is not Jalal’s fault. We’re young, we’re growing. And observers like Jalal are doing us all a favour by letting us know what’s going on.

Find the book, buy it, and support a story-teller.