How and why online delivery services will fail in the squire-mile capital Male'

by our very cool geeky looking icon of online correspondent

It capitalizes on other failures.

1. FAILURE OF PEOPLE: to get up on their own butts and get it and make the courts independent. Obviously anyone using this service would have an iphone like phone and a wave like motorcycle and would be familiar with lavaza culture. And people will never fail!

2. FAILURE OF MALE' PUBLIC TRANSPORT SYSTEM: though the government has pledged to connect all islands, our Male' municipality has yet to employ someone with the capacity to conceive the necessity here. Perhaps the local council elections will change this.

3. FAILIURE TO RECOGNIZE THE POTENTIAL MARKET FOR THE RESTAURANTS: most restaurants already has this service. Its very few places like Seahouse that are still technologically a little behind without an online menu for delivery. But this is destined to change which would leave only the bad ones like Hotel Baadhalaa 2 for deliveries.

If not absorbed by a restaurant chain which can be advertised as "Lemongrass buys out fancyname.com for an undisclosed sum" equivalent to a fraction of money that would easily do a basic website for them. Thus this modern day aigaadiyaa dhemun delivery will not sustain. Sorry cool guys. It's not as bad as wataniya's new website though. But we'll only know how from a future podcast about this. I really love that.

Zakir Nayak and Kal Nayak is from India!

Here's for the ladies revealing Cholhike Piese by Nayak (not a PhD Doctor).

Journey to meet Dhon Adhambe - Part 1

Thursday morning 7:38am captan Abdullabe started the engine and my journey begins on this small but beautiful dhoni which is destined to reach Baa Atoll, my destination. I played thaas (cards) with my friend Haneef, Abdusattar, and Ibu on the 8 hour boat trip which we stopped for lunch cooked by the boys of Kappi and for Haneef to pray facing Mecca the Qibla.

Today is a hot day and the sea is very calm and almost not windy. This made me thirsty a lot. we fulfilled our thirst with coca-cola by Universal Enterprises and Resorts Pvt Ltd and aquafresh water by the same coke company served in silver bottles named Bon aqua very fresh.

At 16:14 I was on the island with my two modern backpack filled with 3 shorts, 6 t-shirts (branded) and 1 long jeans (Denim). After keeping the stuff at the house I went to meet Hassan and Kareem who were playing football on the dhandu. I joined in and few runs and I was dead tired and sweaty. But it was very nice experience. All the girls wearing burugaas are looking at my shorts. wow.

At six o-clock I went into the gifili (a room with a well known as a valhu) and I put the dhaani (a stick joined to a large coast milk can) inside the well and fill it up with water. Poured it on my head with cold water of the island. It was so araamu. Each drop of water touched my skin with a sensation that I wished to last forever. The dhaani filled with islandy cold water pouring onto my head cleaning the accumulated salty heat of the trip of my whole life. I felt like this is honestly the most satisfactory experience a person can ever have in an island. Meditative, dark, no sound except the sound of waves and an occasional bird flying with nature, and a giggle behind the coral walls of my gifili, my meditation garden of delight. I repeatedly did the dhaani movement up an down, up and down over my head until I reach the movement of no return and then I let go as pure white coming out of the shower. I dressed well and came to my folding bed (faijehi endhu) and nothing, nothing has changed in this island in the past 800 or so years since it was populated first by the settlers from Sri Lanka, except may be my iphone 3Gs and the Wataniya signal that enabled me to write this blog entry. I sleep now and good night.