God’s own “Country” in Kuwait

Abbasiya (Jleeb Shyoukh) is a place majority of Malayaleese living in Kuwait. It’s a chaos place with large number of vehicles parked on the road sides on narrowed streets, polluted, crowded, and filled with gods own “Country’s people”

The fact that almost everything available in this place from Kerala, good and bad, in the sense of people from Thiruvanadapuram to Kasargode, products, services and culture throughout Kerala! numerous Indian schools, couple of super markets, Jewelers (I noticed a fake Alukkas), restaurants that sells Kerala food (there is one restaurant called Five Star Thatukada) tuition centers, music, dance, drawing classes, gym, karate, kalari classes, prayer halls, auditoriums (most demanded. Political leaders from Left to Right, Hindu, Muslim, Christian religions, SNDP, NSS, Yacoba, Suriyani, Sunni, Mujahid…all of their leaders are gave lurch in this place, seminars, party classes, at least ones in their life time )….everything that associated with Kerala.

Yesterday I went to see one of my friend who lives in Abbasiya. I parked my car in a parking set on his building. While getting down from the car one female voice raised from her window “Don’t park there, it’s our place” I was like fine I will park on the next track, I then move my car to other track and again there is a voice rose “Excuse me that’s my husband place, move out from there. I was like WTF its all public parking and I can’t park any of these places, I then decided to move to another place and that public area was “Alerted with NO PARKING Private Place” sign. I know there is no private place on the roadsides in Kuwait but I decided to be little polite so moved again my car and curved couple of times around his building and couldn’t find a “Public Parking Place”

By the time a fine rain starts falling and I spotted a place there is no “Voice raised” or no “No parking” sign, so I parked my car there and set off to my friend. We chatted couple of minutes, we ate dinner, talked a bit more and then I went back to my car. As soon as I got next to my car, one Mallu guy in his early forties headed to me and starts yelling in a “Valluvanadan accent”

“What’s going on? Who told you to park here? This is my place and I am waiting here to park my car more than half an hour!” His voice rose in a very irrespective manner and he gave me a strange look as if I stolen his wife from his life or something. I decided to keep quite and headed to my car and he was still raising his voice against my action.

It was then, in rocket speed my generous manner run away from me and the devil started his action. I turned off and went out from the car and walked away from there. The guy followed me and shouted in his “Achayan” language, “If not move I will release the air from your tires” I stop walking and told him “Fine you do your wishes and we will see the rest” I had a feeling of a wind blowing had in my ear and my blood starts pumps more power on my arms. It was time for action but certain scenarios in this country remind me to keep calm and decided to move out from the scene after few minutes.

It would have been better the guy approaches me in a healthier manner but the way he was like “a Quotation leader from Cochin” or something. While driving back I hared he is still yelling like mad.

Do you wish to visit Abbassiya soon? Noooo, do you?