Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Sunny Sunday at Tower Bridge, London..
.. and meeting daddy.. Actually I have something about Friday about which I want to write.. but not today, maybe some other time..
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
foREIGN
Ipswich has too many Indians. The bus no. 66, the one I take to office everyday is flocked with so many Indians that I almost forget that I am in a different country.
Yesterday, I was on my way back from the town center (the only hang out place here), and I thought of counting.
I did, and there were 14 Indians and 5 Europeans in the bus at that point ie. approximately a ratio of 1:3. This was about the state in the Bus. But so is the state in the shops, the common hang out places etc etc...
Now, replicate this situation for India. Say, Mumbai. Imagine you get into the crowded local train and just as you enter, all you see around yourself, are foreigners -- so many of them -- all around you. They are there, no matter where you went -- in the shops, the pubs, the gym .... Talking in a language you don't understand, looking distinctly different --
How would you feel? Disgusted, lost? Or, will you feel at one? Will you feel proud of yourself if you were ready to share your space with them. How do they feel, like intruders or they are as confident as you are?
Yesterday, I was on my way back from the town center (the only hang out place here), and I thought of counting.
I did, and there were 14 Indians and 5 Europeans in the bus at that point ie. approximately a ratio of 1:3. This was about the state in the Bus. But so is the state in the shops, the common hang out places etc etc...
Now, replicate this situation for India. Say, Mumbai. Imagine you get into the crowded local train and just as you enter, all you see around yourself, are foreigners -- so many of them -- all around you. They are there, no matter where you went -- in the shops, the pubs, the gym .... Talking in a language you don't understand, looking distinctly different --
How would you feel? Disgusted, lost? Or, will you feel at one? Will you feel proud of yourself if you were ready to share your space with them. How do they feel, like intruders or they are as confident as you are?
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
The heating system is not working..
Judging is what people do best. Sometimes I wonder is giving up on your wishes is more cruel than expressing your desires? Why is it that something that looks dark to someone can wash out all the silver of the past? Why is that one always need to stand tests -- I guess two rights may never make a right, but one wrong can very easily make the entire show wrong. Funny, I tell you. One day you might see me in WWF, not world wildlife foundation, but world wrestling federation.. After all I am just getting stronger :) :) .. I hate using laptop mouses!! They are so god damn tacky -- so unlike me .. Listening to Don McLean's Vincent (Starry starry night) and American Pie.. Nice old stuff.. Nostalgic -- these songs are of the days when I could not speak a decent line of English, I remember how my sis used to bully me abt it .. Aaah.. makes me smile .. These small pleasures I tell you.. keeps me ticking .. :) .. Will sleep happy now :) Cherio.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Pictures -
Did not take too many pictures, have been keeping busy with office plus there isnt too many pretty places in the place that I stay. And i also think that when people visit different places with an intension to travel, they tend to click more pictures, but when they know they have to stay in this particular place for long, they postpone it, i guess!
This is where I stayed initially when I came:
This is my room now:
The friend I met in london, my school friend is the one on my right (standing)
My office desk:
Sambuca shots on fire:
This is where I stayed initially when I came:
This is my room now:
The friend I met in london, my school friend is the one on my right (standing)
My office desk:
Sambuca shots on fire:
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