HM Sultan Qaboos Visit to PDO! 2

 HM Sultan Qaboos Visits PDO

 Sunday May 12th 2013

 HM briefed about major oil projects

 Oman Observer – Mon, 13 May 2013

 Gas production set to grow –

MUSCAT — His Majesty Sultan Qaboos yesterday visited Petroleum Development Oman (PDO) at Saih Al Malih. His Majesty the Sultan was greeted at PDO’s main building, Beit Mina al Fahal, by ministers, PDO General Manager, government representatives in PDO Board of Directors and members of the company’s senior management.

His Majesty the Sultan made an inspection tour of the premises and was briefed on some important projects being implemented by the company in its concession areas that are expected to boost the Sultanate’s future oil and gas production and reserves.


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The landmark visit comes on the back of a “record year” enjoyed by PDO in 2012, with the Sultanate’s flagship oil company registering its highest ever hydrocarbon (oil, gas and condensate) production in its history: 1.24 million barrels of oil equivalent (boe) per day.

This exceeded the previous best of 1.21 million boepd in 2001. Daily oil production during the year stood at 566,305 barrels per day (bpd) and above PDO’s long-term plateau target of 550,000+ bpd. Daily production of non-associated and associated gas stood at 582,500 boepd with condensates at 92,500 bpd. The combined yield meant it was the fifth successive year that the Company had increased its aggregate production figure.

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PDO accounts for around 70 per cent of the Sultanate’s crude oil production and nearly all of its natural gas supply so there is a huge onus on us to find and develop new fields of a challenging or “unconventional” nature to replace those that are declining. Despite its record performance, the company has vowed to remain as committed as ever to its primary goal of exploring and developing hydrocarbons in a sustainable, efficient manner to the benefit of all its stakeholders by using new technology and pioneering techniques such as enhanced oil recovery (EOR).Earlier this year, PDO announced a significant gas find in the northern part of its concession area.

Mabrouk Deep, some 40 km west of Saih Rawl, Oman’s main gas field, has estimated in-place volumes amounting to 2.9 trillion cubic feet (tcf) of gas and 115 million barrels of condensate. Exploratory drilling took place last year at depths of up to 5,000 m and a large field of some 60 km2 was located.

In addition, there were five new oil discoveries in 2012, amounting to approximately 300 million barrels of stock tank oil initially in place (STOIIP) from Shuaiba and Gharif reservoirs.

Oman News Agency – ONA

 SMS from PDO MD to PDO Staff and Retirees – May 12th 2013.

 This afternoon we were privileged and honoured to be visited at our MAF offices by His Majesty Sultan Qaboos Bin Said. I and members of the MDC presented PDO business priorities and key achievements. His Majesty sent his best wishes to all employees and was appreciative of PDO efforts in oil and gas production and our wider programme to support Oman. MD

A Great Day Indeed!

Majid Al Suleimany










End of the Road – A Poem by Mustafa Mohamed Said (PDO Retiree). 1



End of the Road


كأني بكَ تنحطّ                  الى  اللحْدِ  و  تنْغطّ            

قد أسلمَك الرّهطْ             الى  أضيَقَ  منْ
سمّ                                                                                   هُناك الجسمُ
ممدودْ            ليستأكِلَهُ       الدّودْ

الى أن ينخَرَ العودْ             ويُمسي العظمُ قد رمّ

(المقامات الحريري)


“Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small  ones and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task  go to sleep in peace……..GOD IS AWAKE”   — Victor Hugo

 From times immemorial, ancient scripts, rock paintings,

drawings etched on cave walls and so on, all depicted that

Men was worshiping some deity or another. The pharaohs

of Egypt had their Ra, the Hindus their Lord Krishna;

while the Greeks and Romans had their Zeus and Jupiter,

ruling supreme, supported by a host of lesser ranked gods. 

A host of other pagan religions flourished; the fire and sun 

worshipers, Idolaters, etc… 

 Somewhere in Men’s simple brain a genetic knowledge

 probably informed him that there were powers or a power to

whose will he should  bend and turn to in time of trouble.  

 Then came the religions of the “heavens” ; Judaism followed

by Christianity ending with Islam, all the three firmly believing

in the oneness of God.

 Most people believe in life after death, some believing in the

reincarnation of the human soul but a very tiny few believe

in neither.  Let me quote some lines from

“The Garden of Proserpine” by Swinburne.


“From too much love of living,

From hope and fear set free,

We thank with brief thanksgiving

Whatever gods maybe;

            That no life lives for ever;

            That dead men rise up never,

            That even the weariest river

Winds somewhere safe to sea.”


But Men sooner or later realizes he has a bigger stake to lose.

While young and powerful he arrogantly mocks at what others

believe in.  Too late, when sick and weak he recants his past

and then repents.


The early days of youthful years,

With their days of joy, smiles and tears.

As we courted damsels, young and fair;

And strutted around with a haughty air.


We dined on roasted lamb and swine.

Drank champagne sweet and vintage wine;

Bragging until our throats got sore.

Glittering clothes we daily wore.


Short sightedness has made us blind

Aimless we wander but fail to find,

The solemn path to righteousness

Confined to a fake life of ignorance.


Suddenly the inevitable call does come,

Without a trumpet, without a drum

Unprepared we depart one and all;

Each in response to his final call.


As the funeral moves to right and left,

With some lamenting; some bereft.

Others thinking of riches left by the dead.

While crocodile tears are being shed.


And as the mourners hug and part,

And when the kith and kin depart,

And when all is silent and lonely dark

The midnight dogs start to bark.


All the barking dogs will never wake

The dead; who their final slumber take

Dust to dust and unto dust

God’s ordinance is a simple must.


Full five feet deep under the soil,

End all our labours all our toil.

There, when the cold flesh rots;

A feast for the swarming maggots.


In the dark narrow confines of the grave,

A daunting residence even for the brave.

We await the day of Mercy or Torment.

A thin white shroud our only garment.


There’s no company to cheer and please.

No friends to laugh and joke or tease.

Pitch darkness and loneliness for a friend;

There all the worldly things come to end.


And woe betide the sinners there,

Though dead they lie but well aware.

The squeezing earth is pressing hard.

Their terrible screams remain unheard.


Then comes the day when all arise,

Doomsday; a day of reckoning and surprise

There we meet no parents, kith or kin.

All dumb-struck; atoning for each sin.


God!  Forgive this sinner who now repents.

Poor, and weak, he kneels and bents

O God, Thou knew this sinner and his whim!

Show him Thy mercy, be kind to him.


Mustafa Mohd Said                  Ruwi, 20th May 2010.



“Belief in our mortality, the sense that we are eventually going

to crack up and be extinguished like the flame of a candle, I say,

is a gloriously fine thing. It makes us sober; it makes us a little

sad; and many of us it makes poetic. But above all, it makes it

possible for us to make up our mind and arrange to live sensibly,

truthfully, and always with a sense of our own limitations.”


– Lin Yutang



Giving Thanks

By Michael Masterson

I woke up this morning in pain again. I injured my shoulder

wrestling a few weeks ago, and it doesn’t seem to be healing.

Certainly not as fast as it would have healed when I was in my 30s.

This is one of the many execrable things that happen to you when

you reach 60. But it’s hardly the worst. The worst is that you can’t

avoid thinking about death. People you know — colleagues, friends,

and family members — are seriously sick or dying.


Right now, I see death as a hateful thief — ready to rob me of the

time I need to accomplish the goals I have yet to accomplish.

There is so much still to do: books to write, movies to make,

business to conduct, and places to see. But most of all there

are relationships I owe time to.

A reader recently wrote asking me why, when discussing how

I spend my day, I don’t talk about the time I spend with my family

and friends. The main reason is that I don’t feel I should be

dragging them into public view without their permission. But

another reason is that I write mostly about what I’ve learned… and

 I haven’t learned how to do a very good job of that.

When I think about making good use of the time I have left, it’s

clear to me that working on my personal relationships should be

my top priority. So why don’t I do that now?

I once read a book called The Denial of Death. I don’t remember

much about it, but I do remember what I tookaway from it: It is

frightening to consciously recognize our mortality — to be fully

aware that one day we will cease to exist. The fear of death is so

great, in fact, that the reality of death must be suppressed from

our consciousness so we can go forward with our lives.

In other words, we deny death in order to live fully.

I think this is true. especially for the young. But as we age,

it becomes more difficult to keep death away from our thinking.

And eventually, we come to a crossroad where we must decide:

Should I continue to deny death, to “rage against the dying of

the light”? Or should I learn to accept the fact that we are all

dead men on leave and learn to live, as Thomas Ken said, “that

I may dread the grave as little as my bed”? I think we can do

both. We can continue to live our lives fully and purposefully –

even embracing long-term goals — while gradually allowing the

reality of death to sit comfortably in our psyches.

 By Mustafa Mohamed Said