Off the top of my head, right before I doze off.

Arey, mein India nehi hoon! GRRRRRR…

I was *ahem* approached by this bohote hot guy who’s half Indian half Brit yeah, and he happens to ask the one question I hate most!

‘Indian or Pakistani?’

‘NEHI. Maldivian hoon!’

Balaa eh sahaadheh mi bunee…

It’s nice to be settling down in Bristol, meeting Bristolians and socialising… getting to know the place and where to go and what not. Still, I long to be on home ground, on the islands I grew up in and despite the screwed up life, I had learned to love so tenderly. Corny (by god!) and melodramatic too but yeah if you’ve lived away from your family abroad in a foreign land you know what I’m talking about.

What you cannot have, you desire even more – you know? You realise what you have, once you’ve lost it. Snow’s pretty but doesn’t take you very long to get sick of it and I have never and will never get enough of the sand and the sun.

Besides partying to celebrate Arl becoming ‘legal’ and an ‘adult’…and though I got to miss half my classes with one meeting and another (watched Chaucer in Stratford’s mightily posh theatre – magnificently hilarious, I was pissing myself!), the weeks been not too great. This will sound rather shallow and shit but the thing is the guy in my life just became more important kulli akah neyngi hutta…I’m falling or have fallen, not too sure…

He chooses to ignore me, and I have a challenge fetish so it draws me closer and tighter. Pretty smart tactic if you think about it, but I have a feeling long distance is wearing him out (poor lad) and the ignoring me bit is somewhat intentional. Anehhen we haven’t had the time to bond and love before separation to two continents so…it’s hard. It’s hard anyways but this complicates matters further. Back to the point, I’m in this godforsaken country freezing my arse off dreaming of days when we’ll meet; planning romantic escapades to deserted islands (quite possible if you have cool parents and live in Maldives), just a coffee and chill, candle light dinners at home, introducing him to my wacko family and their slightly eccentric ways, just spending quality time together basically.

I had doubts from the beginning; after all it seemed too good to be true. So I played cool and fun, no expectations – nothing. Thing is I actually want this now but hithu therey ingey that I was right then and I am right at present too. HALP.

‘Mera ek sapna hain

Ki dheko thuje sapno main

Thumaane naamaanai

Hai thuhi mere apno main

Ho dhadkan sa chalta hain

Ye kaisa rishta hain’

(My OLD favie by : Kumar Sanu – And before anyone starts prattling about how crappy Hindi music is and how katu it is to listen to it, there is nothing wrong with listening to Indian music, it’s music and an art! Ehenya, ehen kiyaa ulhey aalaathun listen to Rasta, Spanish or German e.g. Rammstein, so I would like to put forward an argument about how this becomes inferior because Indian culture is surely far richer and more long lived!)

S.O.W. (the abbreviation is - speaking of which, not the cow my dears) I found two other classics I used to boogie my ass off to when I was around say, 2 – Achy Breaky Heart (Billy Ray Cyrus), Informer (Snow) and Lambada (Samba)! Sudden thought : magey dharieh eh bodu vaanee Eheelun kahai etchehi adu ahamun dho :D