la la ooh la la

Came across this song, so got revived with the reminiscence of the Cardiff, a diversified land where in 6 months I have lived my entire life. got one of the best Friends here, sab ke hote hain, LMAO.

Everything is distinct here here as i m adaptive so have got camouflage with the environment. Now I dance on the tunes of rude boy, oola la, habibi al nour, hotel room and so on, have learnt new steps after all i can shake my booty well. I can feel the change into Indian culture in comparison with Westerners, they are much more advanced and have lot to do many other things except bitching and boasting. We people are too much engrossed with what others are doing now have a look on recent news topics, Sania marrying Shoaib. Even the prestigious newspapers such a s TOI, HT, EI have loaded their pages about this controversy, what do we have 2 do with that. They both are very well responsible for their lives. why interference?

Our pathetic middle class Indians sits near a coffee shop or at the park or may be at the home busy gossiping about latest happenings around the neighborhood and society, come! on come out of a nut shell, we have got better things to do on. I feel pity. n sometimes i wonder this is where i lived where people just live to eat. all Granny's talking about their bahus, and evil worlds where they think their son or grandsons have come under jaadu tonas, where they think that some one must have mixed some evil mixture in their drinks or food. yes I readily accept that i am a small town girl where such things happen. RATHER think about the well being of our country, try to be a helping hand where you can serve and contribute to the environment and make out India a better place to live in.

When I argue with my elders about all these things, they say i m far too small and when i fight with my sisters i am being given the lecture that i am grown up to tackle all these things..IRONY

All messy stuff.. No more discussion about all these things. I have come here to enjoy so I am.

:) :)

From the shadows, looking in.

Omg..!!! Its been 8 months that i have been away from my Blog. yes busy girl, got matured, after all i am doing my masters. I have just returned from UK for vacations in India, was missing my family too much after all i have lived their for 7 months, away from friends and family. congratulate me, i have been offered a job as sales consultant at British gas with good salary. though I didn't accept it because I think i deserve better packages, nothing to boast about, but the things are quite different. i didn't take permission of my parents so neither could i accept nor reject anyways better luck next tym as acceptance period has got expired.

Feeling drastic changes in myself after living there. Language improved, I have become bold independent, optimistic and blah blah. I arrived India on 10th April, just 6 days are over, haven't been bored even for single second, busy meeting friends and family. however when i was coming from the Cardiff alone, I faced too many troubles, 'kya hoga Nisha ka', perhaps its OK, that's how i would learn. I arrived at the Cardiff central station on tym with two loaded suitcases and 1 handbag and a laptop to carry to India, :p. I guess I wasn't that much capable enough to manage that much language. I cached my train at the right tym, but the disappointment here was that i had to change two train to reach heathrow airport to abode my flight. a little girl with so much luggage. you have to sympathize with me.

eventually I missed a train at Hayes and Harrington so had to catch a next train after 40 months, I somehow managed to reach the terminal four 90 minutes before the departure tym of kingfisher airlines, I guess i was late but again it was me, more or less things had to alter, GUESS what..1!! flight was 1 hour late. It was 11 am as per IST my flight reached Indira Gandhi international airport finally but again some complications, as i had to catch a train from Delhi to Gwalior, it gt delayed but 1 and half hour. right from 6 degrees i have landed into 46 degrees of temperature. nevertheless i had to beat the heat. my journey gt ended after travelling 24 hours alone at 9 pm. HOME SWEET HOME, met my family felt great, expressed my love, had mummas unbeatable food, daddy's warmth dadis hug and sisters love. phone calls on phone calls by relatives, let me take breath n sleep peacefully please, after all its India. My own country where people love to share, care and love and to be loved, where I dont have to say Thank you, Sorry, Cheers, mate, Please every 10 minutes, where I dnt have to wash my utensils after eating food :D.

Anyways I am off now, catch u 2moro for some more masti and masala writings, goodnight and think about me. cyao..