Expressing my views

Physiologically, as a human being, you are designed to engage in day-dreams (scientifically called lateral thinking ) whenever you are bored with your present. With time this habit becomes stronger than we’d like to control and becomes a menacing problem called compulsive thinking . Our minds will ruminate over issues excessively and that creates anxiety. The process is an energy-consuming illusion that subconsciously traps us by taking us away from the ‘boring present’ of our lives but at the same time fatigues our mental capacity. Here is where the problem gets even bigger - by carrying a base-level of stress, any additional inconvenience to our reality like prolonged boredom, a small trauma or injury, feelings of guilt or whatever, can drain our already exhausted psychological and emotional power. The base-level of anxiety rapidly transforms into panic or frustration or anger or sadness. So to rec...

As social animals we possess intuition to recognize intent from behaviour and it pleases us to know someone is looking out for our well-being.  Empathy  empowers  compassion  and a trustworthy atmosphere. And I should add catalyzes healing and recovery. The moment you step in  Salmaniya,  in contrast, you no longer feel safe; anxious with a sense of impending doom. It has cultivated a reputation for distrust and a popular local opinion is ‘one gets sick  visiting  the hospital’. It is understaffed and overworked because according to one practitioner, “the ministry wants to provide healthcare for everyone without having enough resources.” The demand and supply curve shifted to the left some 15 odd years ago thanks to this state’s failed policy of naturalizing citizens and from ineptly regulating labor laws, flooding the market with deprived workers who are exploited and at risk of health hazards. Inadequate improvements were introduced to mee...

I went there to get a notary public verification for signing my USMLE-ECFMG identification form 186. The request is this simple: I need to sign an exam application paper that documents my identity in front of a witness who will then verify my presence and identity by counter-signing and sealing the application form. After waiting in a haphazard queue on the right side of the entrance, and getting cut by rude customers, whom the guy behind the counter entertained, I was told that they don't sign on any foreign documents without an Arabic translation . That seemed like a reasonable stipulation. So I get the form translated for BHD 16.500 at Shamil (exhibition avenue). Once more, post-queue trauma, I get a number 77. The queue was at 36. The wait began. I thought reasonably this might take an hour. Two and a half hours later, I was signaled to a registration counter, and then asked to pay BHD 3 at another cashier-counter. And then asked to wait again. 10 minute...