Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The day I met Dubai in hospital

It was a cold November morning last year and I was on my way to meet my friend ‘Dubai' at the hospital Intensive care. I had heard of his ill health and it came as a shocker to me (and a lot of us) that such a healthy looking person from the outside could have been so terminally ill on the inside. A debt restructuring consultant friend of mine who was part of the team tending to him at the ICU had said he was in the weakest condition they had ever seen a patient of this category.

As I walked into the hospital on that day, I could see a team of fund managers and bankers all standing outside the hospital and shouting in the top of their voice that they had been predicting this situation for my friend for the past 2 years, but no one had been listening!!!. I said to myself ‘That was not true, you guys may not have necessarily created this mess, but you didn’t help him in any way and only goaded him along into this path to the ICU’, but I kept quiet and didn’t want to add to the cacophony.

Today, a year had passed since that fatal day and I was on my way to meet my dear friend. It was a near miracle, Dubai had survived a very close shave with death and had lived to tell the tale. As I walked into Dubai’s residence, I could see the change. A couple of years back the same place was filled with blue/ black suited men with cheques waiting for signatures, now they were no more there. The suits had been asked to stay off for a while by the expert team of medics.

I spotted my friend resting in the shaded greens and on first glance it was evident, I was looking at a new Dubai in front of me. Gone was the naughtiness and innocence from those eyes and there seemed to be a sheet of boredom drawn over the eyes. He saw that I noticed the same and said “I know, the doctors (restructuring consultants) worked very hard, but there is no medication for bringing back a state of mind to its old self, medical science has only found cures to bring back the body to its old self, not the mind”. I nodded quietly. I knew what he was going through.

A year on, from the state I had seen him at the hospital when some of his Nakheel cells had turned cancerous and resulted in several more related complications, he was now physically back to his old healthy self. The team of consultants, bankers and Global lobbyists had worked tirelessly on him by bringing in infusion of new capital medication; undertaking continuous chemotherapy to remove the advanced real estate/ mortgage finance cancer cells. Importantly they also made him live a completely changed lifestyle away from the private equity vices.


As I was leaving the house later in the day, I reflected on what this Reborn Dubai had told me and thought; “Miraculously the body was almost back to the old self, but the mind …that may need more time to recover. The confidence had been shattered, and the only medication for treating that was time”

As they say in Spanish "El tiempo da beun consejo"....time will tell
(Disclaimer: These views are purely personal and do not in any way represent the views of my employer)