Shariq the Dolphin

Hedonistic times rolls on. Partying, buffets and free flowing travels adding to the rollicking mood with gay aplomb.  Caution gets thrown to the wind in such times, everyone thinking that partying and moneymaking will never end. Gaiety is in the air. Everyone is talking big. Visions are exploding megafolds.Dubai is transforming to be the next Manhattan, Monte Carlo, Singapore and what have you. Talking mundane is so offputting. Deals are being cut and dealmaking is just rudimentary, it happens naturally, no prerequisite skill is mandatory. Whoa! Those heady days. Just sit in an upmarket plaza and you have dealmakers, investors, business agents, mortgage financiers and lenders coming from all corners of the world. You have a professional from Singapore, a businessman from South Africa, a Londoner couple who just used their house as ATM to release a chunk of monies...all with a single minded pursuit of wanting a slice of action, a slice of Dubai. I too had a foot in the local reality mar

Time and again the pendulum oscillates between the worst and best of times.  Perhaps, I hit the purple patch going into 2006, as Tajik Air plane landed on the Dubai airport tarmac. I had arrived with my completing half and the oh-so-lovely, irresistible bundle of joy.  Its time to begin afresh after climbing over the worry wall of the disrupting, previous year. My new assignment at this fledgling organisation that we had setup, was as a profit centre head, generating my own business and income in the ratio 3:4 in my favour. Fair and equitable.  I thrust myself for the company, considering it as my very own venture. At that stage, I had two huge life insurance cases that could supplement me for the year. Unfortunately, both were turned down by the insurance providing companies, considering the cases beyond their risk limits. Six months of perusing down the drain. However, another vertical striked me. A call from the Ol'Blighty! Marketing with an English associate for real estate dev

Many a disruption have often changed the face of humanity, mine being no exception, as the new year rolled by. After a quieter year, I was again set for a new disruption, which proved tumultuous and conflicting, but had a sweet ending. What looked benign, raked up a massive storm that violently rocked my little boat out in the open sea. I went on calmly in my routine business affairs, and got a leg up when the Middle East head of a leading Isle of Man based insurer, awarded me a direct agency of his company. I immediately went on a marketing spree, roping in as many sub-agents as possible.  Simultaneously, I had requested for a no-objection certificate from the brokerage firm whose employment visa I held. Consecutively, this became a conflict of interest situation, and the bosses at the firm came to know of my varying positions. They instantly turned vengeful and devoted all their negative energies to put me under a labour ban after ejecting me out of the country. It was a woefully lon