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I was ten attending my first school function (normally skipped them for an evening at home) and it was annual school day and they called out my name. Out of the blue, there it was, my name on the mike, through the speakers and into my ears. I sat shell shocked wondering if it was my overactive imagination playing games in my head, but no, I saw my teacher basically telling me to get my butt up on stage.

I was being rewarded with a prize. How grand! For months, that moment lingered in my head, like an echo. I had of course, unwrapped my present in a flurry on the way to KFC that I was rewarded with by my parents for being an achiever and to my dismay it was a book. "Mary Shelley's Frankenstein" and worse still, on the right hand side it read: Complete and Unabridged.

This meant, I couldn't understand very much past the first page given the language was much too complicated for me at age ten. It would take me two long years bef…


I've been thinking about what makes me angry about people. This generally revolves around what makes me dislike people, given, that I don't think I'm too fussy or judgmental as a person. Here are some examples of people I dislike. The main purpose of me putting it in here, is to cross check with all of you, on whether these are the types of people that you dislike too.. or if I'm just crazy.

Men who behave inefficiently. Like the sort that don't cook, don't iron, don't clean, don't run errands (pay bills), don't play sports but who think they know everything. My question is, when you don't do half the things everyone does, what makes you think you know anything at all?Men who refer to a woman's body using any of the following adjectives: structure, figure (figaaaarrrr), plus one, minus 2 and so on. These are also the sort of men, who when driving would nearly crash into an oncoming vehicle because they're eyes were roaming.
Friends who wa…

It's Me

When I shave my head bare, I know you'll watch the roots grow back with patience.

And if I choose to shave it again, you'll charge till you loose, and then watch them grow back.

When I clean your room, I know I'll find nothing,

Because everything you own, will be in mine.

It was black, then it went white till there was light and then some warmth.

Then there was a smile, some laughter and life.

Stone carvings moved, then danced and rejoiced.

The earth turned green, then different shades of blossom flowers.

The sky turned blue, and fluffy like cotton candy but white like fresh spun sugar,

And yes it rained crystal water tasting bland and simple but hot and chilly too,

But there were rainbows studded with buttons attached to strings that tied everything together...

It was not turning water to wine, but it certainly is a miracle of its own kind.

Tasty Tangles- A Review

This weekend was about Nandos, or rather supposed to be about Nandos. They very clearly advertised (through Facebook) that they were opening mid week, this week. A friend and myself eagerly waited for today, and lo behold.. we got to the proposed site (Church Street) and found it still under construction. Reminded me of the wikileaks site, which was still saying 'under construction' while the Iraq War Logs were being talked about in all the media spheres.

Anyhow, crestfallen, we sat at Matteo trying to figure out where on earth to go for lunch. And in a flash of brilliance, my friend suggested Tasty Tangles for a consolation meal. Located in UB City, she'd passed by it many a times while there but had not gone to eat there, and as she explained, it was Malaysian, Chinese, Indonesian food. I did not say no.

We hopped into an Auto, by then having met up with another Nandos enthusiast, and made our way to UB. We were presented with Asian style tick tick menus- tick the food you…

Because I am a Girl, and a VAIN one at that

Today, I spotted a single white hair hidden amongst black. At risk of sounding like a drama queen/ vain/ naive/ silly woman.. I was devastated! Rather, I am devastated. I suppose the time's finally come.. to let go of shiny black and embrace shiny white... BUT WHYYYYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Do tell me, what did you feel like when you found you're first white? And if you haven't, do me a favor and don't say anything at all!


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It was a hard ground that felt like sand paper. When he started his journey, it was the soles of his feet that were in contact with the ground, but now as he pulled himself closer to the station, it was his whole body. His elbows were scraped, bloody and fresh scab peeled bled out to leave a trail of red on the wicked hot dusty ground of pain and suffering.

All around him slow moving bodies crawled towards the direction of hope, all along leaving patterns of blood, sweat, skin and pus. These bodies had seen civil wars, droughts, genocide and lived to tell a tale of a people who now belonged to a nation listed as one of the poorest countries in the world. This is now, but before the list, was a struggle of massive proportions, under reported and quietly hidden un…

China Bowl - A Review

A friend recommended that we head over to China Bowl to get some Kuay Teow. It's located below Vicky's La Terrazza, Koramangla 6th Block. I'm sure everyone knows by now, that I'm a huge fan of Malaysian Food. Char Kway Teow, is essentially fresh flat noodles fried over a very high heat, to give it a charred or smoky flavor with cockles & prawns, bean sprouts & spring onions with soya sauce & chilli. Of course, there's many variants to the dish, but as I said, a friend told me that the best one he's had so far was at China Bowl.

I went to investigate. I wasn't sure where to place my expectations, as I had placed them high many times before and got served chop suey (at Chung Wa), fried flat noodles (every other "Chinese" restaurant). So the first thing I did was a quick survey of how everyone else was enjoying their food. The restaurant has a contemporary, clean feel to it. For a Saturday afternoon, it wasn't very crowded but everybo…


I know a man at work, who's a Sikh by religion and thought. We were having a conversation at work today, and I asked him a question inspired by another Sikh friend. I asked him what were his thoughts on Khalistan.

I don't know very much about the issue, I knew of Operation Blue Star and the assassination of Mrs Gandhi (1) and the Sikh cry for a separate state. I thought I understood why the government said NO... because we didn't want to keep giving everyone their own freedom, because a chain is only as strong as it's weakest link. At least that's what I thought.

Then today I saw the face of a very sober, calm and generally happy go lucky Sikh man turn awry, emotional and angry. He poured out his frustrations, and dominated, a 15 minute conversation and there's only one thing I clearly remember. He said that this country treated their kind as terrorists, when all they were asking for was equal representation.

Now, I took a step back. Firstly, isn't Sikhism jus…