Clouds

Floating across the sky
Lost, confused and weary,
The sound of serenity seduces me
And peacefully pulls me
Above the clouds that darken
With my restless human rage
Against betrayals and suffering.

And I see these clouds
Come to life with my cold unfeeling heartbeats,
March in troops towards the  dusking sun
To fight its loving warmth
While they embrace my violent wrath.

Now they storm onto the shining light
Faster in their stride, growing in fury,
But soon decompose in their self-destructive defeat,
Pouring my pain down with each lighting strike,
The rain soothing the clearing violet sky…

Copyright © 2009 Daisy Tchiftjian

Departures

I see my father from the rear mirror
Staring after me as I drive away
The moments stop as I grasp eternity
Those seconds I watch him watch me fade away…

Then life continues fast forward
Here, time’s a speeding train
That rides in the subway of the Next Fake Thing,
Of properties magnified in the air,
Of high rises and the high lives of high society,
Built up by the low lives of human machines,
But all workforces with frozen expressions,
Transient souls mingling with technology…

And suddenly time halts again and everything else disappears
At the departure lounge’s exit gates
I finally feel something real that swells my heart with pain
When I stare after him as he walks away…

Copyright © 2009 Daisy Tchiftjian

How does the EmiBank keep its uniqueness in the local market?

1- It fails to deliver what it tells you it will
When I first opened an account in here, they mentioned that they will send me a statement every two months. I got one only once in one year.

2- It runs diagnostics and takes its time to deliver the request accurately
It was only my fault that I didn’t think I would need a checkbook at some point, but when I did request one, I had to go back and forth between two branches – in different emirates – to request and collect it.
Like any sensible person with practically no time in her hands, instead of making the request in Sharjah where my branch is, I made it in Dubai near my workplace and asked to collect from there even if I had to wait a week to get it. However, on the assigned day the following week, I go and they have no idea what I’m talking about. After double checking, they asked me to call my branch as they still hadn’t sent it.
I do it, although knowing that it wasn’t my job to do so, and tell them to keep it there and I’ll collect it when its ready.
So this drags on for another 10 days between futile visits and fights, and I finally get the checkbook in the end.
I’m not sure which part of the diagnostics I was that they had to run, but I asked for a checkbook…and a checkbook I got.

3- It creates opportunities to surprise its customer
Two months after this incident, I receive a call from the bank. She tells me “Maam, the checkbook you requested is ready and you can come to pick it up…”

4 – It provides maximum security…
…for its customer service agents. In a security “campaign” for their customers to change their VISA pin codes, they have also changed the call menu and removed the Customer Service line option altogether. To get one, all you had to do is make an invalid entry with your ATM number several times, and either get your account/service blocked or hit the jackpot and be transferred to a customer service personnel.

5- It serves to distract the customer from the heavy stress at work…
A paid and costly mandatory service.
Ever since I found out a rather large amount had been withdrawn without my knowledge, I’ve been trying to track it down on the phone as my Internet account got blocked after several attempts of logging in with the “wrong” password. And to reactivate it, I had to register for another service that was “temporarily unavailable” for days, all day, any hour.

6- It thrives on the human force in labor rather than employing automatic operators
In three days I must have talked with every customer service agent working at the bank. And being the trained operators that they are, they unmistakably recite the same instructions no matter what you ask. For example:

DC: “My internet service is blocked and I cannot register for phonebanking because the service is unavailable”
EB: “Our system is under maintenance now, please try again in an hour”
DC: “Is it under maintenance all day? That’s how long I’ve been trying”
EB: “Please try again in an hour, the system is under maintenance right now, then press 2, then press 1, then enter your ATM number, then your pin number, then ….”
DC: “But I’ve been trying that for the last three days and it’s no use, there has to be another way!!!”
EB: “Ok, but you can call in an hour, then press 2, then 1, then enter your ATM., then your pin”
DC: “I’VE DONE THAT AND IT’S NOT WORKING FOR DAYS NOW”
EB: “I understand, but if you calll in an hour, you have to press 2, then 1, then….”

Anti

It may seem so vain to discuss what I was wearing today, but when I put on my slightly off-shoulder long shirt on over my jeans and boots, nothing had prepared me to hear someone at work tell me that I need to “cover up” because recently another woman who had dressed like me had received a comment that her top was anti-Islamic.

And the same DOESN’T go for a sleeveless top.

The timing coincides with the new code of conduct that Dubai has issued restricting its tolerance on fashion, public displays of affection, dancing in public and being caught under the influence of alcohol…

It is understandable that beachwear should be worn on the beaches.
It is understandable that clothes shouldn’t be transparent or reveal what it is not supposed to.
It is understandable that certain acts should stay private.

After all we live in a country that has different traditional and religious values than most people who live there.

Still those are not my concerns.

My concern is the way people abuse an information and spice it up to somehow satisfy an incomprehensible appetite for criticism, intolerance and spite.

I wear wristband with the colors of the Armenian flag.
I wear the Palestinian scarf over my shoulder from time to time, as I did during the recent war on Gaza by Israel.
I wear a cross on very rare occasions.

These are enough to prove that whatever political/religious statement I plan to make, I use a direct approach, and not a twisted one that sets off certain twisted minds.

I’ve defended Islam when I saw the world abandon it.
I’ve written to show how unjustly Muslims were treated by other nations.

I’ve expressed how extreme actions by the West produce an extremely equal and opposite reaction in the Middle East.
I’ve never said anything bad or even made fun of Islam, or any other religion and race in the world.

I respect all the differences, cultures and religions. For me, this is what makes the world a beautiful and a colorful painting, and that’s what makes it a wonderful scenery. And in thinking as well as living so, any intolerant attitude, such as the one I was told that I’m potentially subjected to, is simply, undignified, disrespectful, and therefore, ANTI-HUMAN.

Monochrome

I watch the swift movements of the Filipina who is skillfully applying my favorite color to my fingernails, my mind hopping from one thought to another when it pauses all of a sudden upon hearing another customer utter “…dark black…”.

I always thought “light black” is gray.

But then I also thought it’s either black or white…

I’m not sure if it’s always been that way, but it seems to me in life it’s never either black or white now because there are shades to these entities nowadays.

Light white, light black, dark white, dark black; not just plain black, or plain white anymore. As nothing is just right and nothing is just wrong; that seems to be the standards by which people live these days.

And you wonder…maybe gray is more absolute than black and white now…

Copyright © 2008 Daisy Tchiftjian

Voices

After a prolonged unconsciousness
I look around with bloodshot eyes
Still shivering on the ground where I lie
As every inch of my body comes back to life…
Where am I? Where am I?

As the scheming day bows at its end
I lay in bed weary and spent
I think to myself but it’s others’ voices I hear
And my small gasps when I try to discover…
Who am I? Who am I?

I still find myself where I never thought I’d be,
In my mind, in my soul and physically
As the days, months and years pass by me
I look for myslef and I look for you…
Where is home? Where is home?

Copyright © 2008 Daisy Tchiftjian

 

A rule of thumb of respect: it cannot be achieved without acknowledging someone for who and what they are.

Copyright © 2008 Daisy Tchiftjian

A rule of thumb of respect: it cannot be achieved without acknowledging someone for who and what they are.

Copyright © 2008 Daisy Tchiftjian

When you lie you’ll become the slave of your deceit
And if you get caught I’ll make you the slave of your guilt…

Copyright © 2008 Daisy Tchiftjian

When you lie you’ll become the slave of your deceit
And if you get caught I’ll make you the slave of your guilt…

Copyright © 2008 Daisy Tchiftjian

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