chapter four - my 30s
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Took this picture yesterday while walking around in Hampstead Heath. It always amazes me how much green space there is in London. You could be in the middle of buildings and yet not be far from a big park. Love it.
The last two weeks have been chaotic. And for some – namely the Mrs – that’s probably an understatement.
After putting our flat on the market in June, getting an offer we accepted in July/beginning of August, and waiting what seemed a lifetime for a report from the council and the mortgage lender on our flat, we finally had everything ready to exchange the flat and complete the sale. And then the buyer told us she wanted us out in four days or we were going to lose the sale. With our stuff mostly in boxes we decided to do the impossible, and move out of the home we have stayed in for five years in four days!
Luck has been on our side, we found a short term flat – although we’re paying through the nose for 10 days in a very nice flat. And just yesterday, we signed an 11 month lease on a flat in West Hampstead.
For the past 7 years I’ve secretly – okay not so secretly – pined to live in the Swiss cottage, Finchley Road, West Hampstead area of London. It’s a really nice neighborhood, where a number of our friends are living. We’re “roll out of bed and into the tube station” close to the transport links, and there’s a bunch of nice restaurants and pubs in the area.
After spending 7 years south of the river split between an ex-council property with kids banging on doors and running away (or doing worse) and in a basement studio with dodgy plumbing, I’m ecstatic to be in a neighborhood with families and sane people. Not to mention to have a toilet that won’t catch fire – don’t ask!
I’m hoping the family and friends who’ve visited the old place will come again, its 2 bedrooms so you’ll have your space still. And the family and friends who haven’t visited yet the door’s open. We’re home.
With the RMT going on strike and most of the tube not running (lucky for me the Jubilee line and the national rail is unaffected), once again I’m wondering why people strike in the first place.
I went on strike, once, for one day. It was when I was in the Public Sector, and my job was Internet Manager. The site I was responsible for stayed up, people connected, read information and no one was really inconvenienced or injured. I didn’t get the point of going on strike then, and I don’t get the point of going on strike now. But I was under worked and underpaid (relative to the people around me) and could use a day off, so I took it.
I get the point that sometimes a work force has a problem with management and how management’s running things. But surely there has to be a better way to solve an issue then to flex your muscles and hurt a bunch of people who have nothing to do with the disagreement. No one wins in an action like this, and the costumer, tax payer or whoever is dependent on whatever service loses, and loses big.
I think the final step in a failed negotiation between a work force and management should be independent arbitration rather then workplace action. This should be the case specifically and especially in areas where so many people depend on services running well – like healthcare, education, safety and transport
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The Tate Modern has a fantastic exhibit right now, called Global Cites. I finally got a chance to go and see it this weekend. If you’re in London and you’re looking for something to do this week/next weekend, I can’t recommend this exhibit enough.
From the Tate’s website:
“Global Cities looks at the changing faces of ten dynamic international cities: Cairo, Istanbul, Johannesburg, London, Los Angeles, Mexico City, Mumbai, São Paulo, Shanghai and Tokyo.”
Slightly surreal moment for me when - after I read how Mumbai had 34,000 people per kilometer squared (compared to London which has 4,500 people per kilometer squared), and I used some basic math to deduce that this means about 34 people per m squared in Mumbai - the lady next to me said “there are way too many people at this exhibit”. The density in the exhibit was about 2 people per m squared… maybe.
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While having lunch today with the wife. These three ladies and their Man United teddy bears joined us. All of a sudden a photo shoot broke out. I resisted the urge to kick one of the teddies into the Thames.
Imperialism, migration, travelling and life have been on my mind a fair bit this past week.
Having watched The Last King of Scotland over the weekend, I revisited the plight of Asians (and Africans) in East Africa during the rule of Idi Amin. I’ve been fascinated with this period of history for some time now. As my parents moved from East Africa – Tanzania – to England (my dad) and Canada (my mom), I’ve always felt a connection to East Africa. In fact as part of my MBA entrance exam I said the three people I would like to invite to my fantasy dinner would be Idi Amin, Pierre Trudeau and my dad.
We also watched Empire’s Children on 4OD this evening, covering the story of Adrian Lester’s travels to Jamaica to trace the steps of his grandfather from St Mary’s to Birmingham.
If that wasn’t enough, the wife is doing an essay for her masters on post colonialism and science fiction.
All of these things make me wonder about our own future travels. Moving from Canada to England was a bit fluky. But the future is in our hands now, where do we go from here? Where is our future? Is it in England, Canada, the US wherever, or try and make our future by stepping into our past. Taking a risk and moving to East Africa or even India at some point. It would be cool to be able to take my family history full circle, from my great grand parents, to my grand parents, to my parents to me, from India to East Africa to England to Canada, and then from Canada to England to Africa and back to India.
In addition, as the wife pointed out, our parents benefited greatly from life in East Africa. From access to education and the ability to build businesses, our situation would be much different had our ancestors chosen to stay in India. So it would be pretty cool to go back to Africa and give a little back to the continent.
But then so too would staying in London, enjoying four seasons in one day and British TV be cool. It’s just a different type of cool.
My name is Farhan. I hit 30 last year, finished my MBA last month and joined Yahoo last week - okay it was 5 weeks ago, what can I say I’m a sucker for patterns.
I used to blog at vox, and while it was a useful blogging tool for someone who was working full time and studying full time - i.e. A chimp could have set it up - the time was right to make a move. So, after a bit of diligence I chose WordPress, picked a pattern, hacked it up a bit, added a couple of widgets and voila, welcome to the life of Farhan, a blog.
To be perfectly honest, my blogging over the past 20 months or so has been pretty weak. I blame it on the stress of doing an executive mba, switching jobs a couple of times and generally being too tired to write anything interesting. Now that I’m done with the mba, at a company I love and a role I’m enjoying things should be different… I hope.
So what am I going to talk about here you ask? Well life in general, life in technology, life in London and other stuff.
My adventures this past weekend are a perfect example of how diverse the topics will be. Friday we went and saw Nitin Sawhney and a bunch of unsigned independent artists put on a great show at the Royal Festival Hall. Rappers, singers, cellists and spoken word artists doing their thing together. Very cool.
Saturday was spent at Borough Market. We’ve recently put our flat on the market and one of the things I’ll miss is the fact that borough market is step counting distance away from us.
Sunday however was a highlight not only of the weekend but possibly the year to date, Yahoo and the beeb organised an open hack day. And as an employee I got the chance to help out. There were great hacks and great people but why go into details when others have done a far better job.
One of the highlights for me was sitting down and chatting with Salim Ismail, another newbie to yahoo. What Salim’s done over the past 10-15 years is pretty incredible, but it’s pretty consistent with the type of people I find myself working with here at Y!
So there you go, first post check. Hopefully you laughed, you cried and you can’t wait to come back. I promise I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long.
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