I sit in my room, the clock striking 10:20PM.
As the sun went down on my last day in the UK, I am engulfed in the same nostalgic feeling again. 2 months is not a long period (infact it seems like only a week ago that I arrived), but the experiences I learnt during this time are by no means less.I came here expecting something, I leave this place learning many.
I went to The Windsor castle today (Alas! I did it today...took the bus this time to prevent the same outcome that I had last sunday doing a hyper intelligent thing to walk 18 kms only to find the castle closed! ). This was officially the end of my visit to the UK. Then I went to the local market place, clicking everything in a frenzy to prevent anything from being left out. Did the packing and then I write down another page in my diary.
What experiences I had? Here are a few :
British girls are damn sexy
Use the word f*** to express anger rather than a more friendly version
Drink more beer and save money than buying bottled water
Dont walk if you dont know how far the place is
Dont take a day Megabus (its better to commit suicide)
Never stare at a stranger especially a bombshell
Buy a railcard and save money travelling on the hyper expensive british trains
Wish everyone you meet :)
When a pretty girl talks to you in a sweet tone, dont feel on top of the world...she is not available or perhaps drunk!
When a sexy lady calls you saying 'Hey Guys'...she's probably a wh***
Wear formals at office (f*** that!)
Dont speak in an accent other than indian if you dont have your grammar correct (this is not for me)
Dont collect change...it adds up a kilo on your luggage
Buy souvenirs from the place where you see them first...dont wait for a cheap shop in London...you wont find one!
Britishers are but humans
BMWs aren't comfortable at all
Make hay while you have a free internet
Never trust a travelline bus service
Learn to cook when you leave home and save money
Travel with an umbrella even if it's bloody sunny
Cheers sounds more cool than Thank You
and a lot more...
Most memorable moments :
The visit to The Union and getting drunk
First visit to London
Scotland!
Visit to the countryside village of Shere with Stephen
Dinner with Stephen and his family
My last day at office...I'll definitely miss Stanhope-Seta
Things I would miss :
John's (my supervisor at the company) advice
State of the art transport system
The greenery and the natural beauty
The office culture
British weather
Girls!
This is the last blog entry from UK, the place where I started this journey from. Its a mixed feeling, excited to see home and definitely not that happy to leave this place. Its a bit sad that no one's around in the home when I leave. Definitely its not a great feeling...
What I take from England?
Some souvenirs
500 MB of photographs
Best of all...some great memories...
Saturday 14 July 2007
Friday 6 July 2007
Lucky British men
the image of the Indian Women still holds a separate place in my heart...
Well this time around I try to write something about the much hyped about stuff....
After having no luck in cooking and the cooked food still not fairing too well (only khayble) and the 'time to leave' nearing, I scribble down, something which has been on my mind for quite a few days now, before it fades away in time. Yeah...its the eyebrow raising stuff.
What I write is about a phenomena.
So I alighted on the Heathrow one fine may afternoon and after being greeted by my mentor, took a small BMW ride to my address for the next two months. And on the way I couldnt stop my eyes from following the trail of each car with she sitting behind the wheels. And God....I thought this sure is heaven.
After 50 days from that date, I have seen a lot of her at all the places I went. Be it at the office, or behind the steering wheel of the bus, or in the local college go-ers, on the train, behind the novels, at the bus stop, the pub, the market place and in my flat mate's room. And I tell you she is more than a women. I might sound philosophical at this stage but if only you can understand the tone in which I speak, its not philosophy but a sense of sheer overwhelming.
She sure is damn cute, sexy at times, or for once when I saw her in my bus, she was beautiful. She looks elegant in her office attire, tapping the heels on the concrete in a discrete rythmical tone. She is much more than an object of lust. She speaks with a tone that will melt you down to your feet. She carries with her a sense of strong self confidence and sometimes even make you feel a bit conscious on the bus stops. She smells beautiful.
She is no skimply clad, imperial skinned women portrayed (or should I say exaggerated) in many motion pictures as sex objects or highly aroused human. She carries more strength than the men here. She is a family women strong enough to carry with her three kids aged between 2-8 on the buses and other local transport systems without the need of a helping hand. She drives the car with her opposite sexed mate seated beside her. And yeah...she is intelligent.
Thats may be all of her I saw during my trip which was really an eye opener that made me rethink how we treat our womenfolk. Thats why perhaps Britain has that standing on the Globe.
Well this time around I try to write something about the much hyped about stuff....
After having no luck in cooking and the cooked food still not fairing too well (only khayble) and the 'time to leave' nearing, I scribble down, something which has been on my mind for quite a few days now, before it fades away in time. Yeah...its the eyebrow raising stuff.
What I write is about a phenomena.
So I alighted on the Heathrow one fine may afternoon and after being greeted by my mentor, took a small BMW ride to my address for the next two months. And on the way I couldnt stop my eyes from following the trail of each car with she sitting behind the wheels. And God....I thought this sure is heaven.
After 50 days from that date, I have seen a lot of her at all the places I went. Be it at the office, or behind the steering wheel of the bus, or in the local college go-ers, on the train, behind the novels, at the bus stop, the pub, the market place and in my flat mate's room. And I tell you she is more than a women. I might sound philosophical at this stage but if only you can understand the tone in which I speak, its not philosophy but a sense of sheer overwhelming.
She sure is damn cute, sexy at times, or for once when I saw her in my bus, she was beautiful. She looks elegant in her office attire, tapping the heels on the concrete in a discrete rythmical tone. She is much more than an object of lust. She speaks with a tone that will melt you down to your feet. She carries with her a sense of strong self confidence and sometimes even make you feel a bit conscious on the bus stops. She smells beautiful.
She is no skimply clad, imperial skinned women portrayed (or should I say exaggerated) in many motion pictures as sex objects or highly aroused human. She carries more strength than the men here. She is a family women strong enough to carry with her three kids aged between 2-8 on the buses and other local transport systems without the need of a helping hand. She drives the car with her opposite sexed mate seated beside her. And yeah...she is intelligent.
Thats may be all of her I saw during my trip which was really an eye opener that made me rethink how we treat our womenfolk. Thats why perhaps Britain has that standing on the Globe.
Thursday 31 May 2007
Another First
yeah...this time around was me in the kitchen...COOKING. So, I got up late today, missed my breakfast and didn't get the time to make lunch. Thank God I saved a pack of cherry yogurt, so that made my breakfast. Had a sleepy day at office. With John (the person to whom I report) on a holiday, I spent the pre-lunch session making cosmetic changes in my project. In the post lunch session, I made up on orkut and youtube (hehe...confessions contd.), made coffee and planned about the weekend. I did a lot you see....
Sick of packed food and noodles and buns and cheese and jam and peanut butter and bread (in short, the English food), I decided to make paneer bhurjee. With the recipe pappa mailed me and excitement, I went to The Spar to get the stuff required. After spending about 7 pounds on the same (and yeah...bought the pack of the coconut chocolate donuts) and helping a man to lift his crates of beer, I returned home and started preparing for the mega dinner.
Everything looked like going smoothly until I added the so called cottage cheese into it. After cooking the 'stuff' for about 10 min on high flame, it started coagulating. Now what I had in hand looked like someone had scrapped the entire topping with the cheese from a fresh veggie pizza and made it into a lump. It tasted the same but the salt was way too much. I could only bear one bite of the thing I had made. So for the remaining part of it, I got some toilet paper and wrapped it inside its layers. Baked one more of the garlic naan and stuffed it while expploring the backyard. So much for my 'mega dinner'.
Then I ironed my clothes and it looked fun. So I ironed my jackets and hankerchiefs and if at time Mark had come to give his clothes, I would have done them too. Yeah it was fun....
In the meantime I also washed my bed sheet and the pillow covers over which I had spilled a glass of coke the last week....and at the end of it all I am damn tired. And I dont know what came to my mind when I made this entry in my blog.
But of course....I miss the food.....buhuhuhu....
Sick of packed food and noodles and buns and cheese and jam and peanut butter and bread (in short, the English food), I decided to make paneer bhurjee. With the recipe pappa mailed me and excitement, I went to The Spar to get the stuff required. After spending about 7 pounds on the same (and yeah...bought the pack of the coconut chocolate donuts) and helping a man to lift his crates of beer, I returned home and started preparing for the mega dinner.
Everything looked like going smoothly until I added the so called cottage cheese into it. After cooking the 'stuff' for about 10 min on high flame, it started coagulating. Now what I had in hand looked like someone had scrapped the entire topping with the cheese from a fresh veggie pizza and made it into a lump. It tasted the same but the salt was way too much. I could only bear one bite of the thing I had made. So for the remaining part of it, I got some toilet paper and wrapped it inside its layers. Baked one more of the garlic naan and stuffed it while expploring the backyard. So much for my 'mega dinner'.
Then I ironed my clothes and it looked fun. So I ironed my jackets and hankerchiefs and if at time Mark had come to give his clothes, I would have done them too. Yeah it was fun....
In the meantime I also washed my bed sheet and the pillow covers over which I had spilled a glass of coke the last week....and at the end of it all I am damn tired. And I dont know what came to my mind when I made this entry in my blog.
But of course....I miss the food.....buhuhuhu....
Friday 25 May 2007
The Union
Yeah thats what they call it here....its the Wednesday night bash. So this time around my flatmates Mark and Ludi asked me to go with them to the university where Ludi studies and Mark studied (he works in P&G remember....) for the union as they call here....and thats what u get to see in those american pie flicks.
I said "Okay but I wont fit there...", but I cant say no for long. So I took the red striped kurta or the kurta-shirt (or may be the shirt.....i dont know what exactly is that thing) and put that on and prepared myself for a can or two.So we walked in some 'galiyans' unknown to me but mark was moving briskly as he told me about the neighbors and the students nearby. And finally when we made there, my eyes went on those micro minis and the smooth legs beneath them....and yes those deep neck and short length tops. Ludi had already left us for his friends and so I and Mark made our way through the pack of quite hot looking people as they cheered for their clubs who were playing football...I dont exactly remember which clubs were they as I was more interested in the girl with those clothes on....but I think it was chelsea vs liverpool.
So right there Mark asked me for a drink and as always I could not say no. So he came with two huge tumblers of beer (i hadnt had that much of coke at a go). So we made our way through the crowd into some place. And yes this place was named 'medicine' as when we were coming, I saw that green name shine (and I thought it was a clinic or a dispensary..hehe).
Now Mark met one hot looking girl with that frilled denim micro mini and a great figure and a great face and an ultra deep neck white top which only made sure that she does not go topless right there. And I tell you it made sure only that bit of it. Everything else was visible. And not to mention she was with a stud looking guy. So Mark introduced me to the people around as we made to the seating area which was partially covered with a wooden roof. Seated around us were people, some of whom were showing off their tattoos which were quite close too their butts and the rest were chatting about the match. So Mark started his piece of gossip and they all joined in with the stud guy not that interested. And Mark came up with all the sexual encounters and his ex and their professors and even the hot girl's mom, while I kept on looking at her top and waited for it to give way (yeah I confess...).Meanwhile I hadnt made up with Mark's pace with which he finished his tumbler. My head had already started wobbling but I kept on trying not to pass out as that would have been very embarrassing for me (yaar I had only 1 tumbler and that too of beer...that sure would have been embarrassing). Mark made sure that I was completely at home and involved me into their gossip. But all I was interested in was the girl. And then Mark went away to get another mug.
To my horror, he came back with something that he called a light spanish beer for me. By that time I had already started to feel dizzy and vomity...and yet again I started thinking about the next huge ladder to climb. This time I could not stay on for long and told Mark that I was through. To my embarrassment, he emptied the whole bottle in his mug in front of that girl (fuck that....I cannot even make up on 2). We got up and I felt my head wobbling and my feet trembling. But I managed to prevent my feet from loosing the ground. As he introduced me to his other friends, I somehow felt that there was quite a bit of anti asianism there.Anyways, we came out and walked and Mark showed me his department and the other buildings. Then he met some of the girls he knew and they told him about all the fun they were going to have that night. So we went to yet another bar which was much more quieter. Mark made the payment for yet another mug but I had already told him that I was through. All I needed was to piss. And so I did. On our way back Mark told me about the horse hair and paraffin wax building in the campus which was always on the priority list of the fire dept. We also talked about Stavarrous and his habit of leaving everything for granted and the greek men and the university and the inter college events and more stuff like that. All I was thinking of was about the work tomorrow and what excuse I would have to make if I did not get up.
So I went to bed at 12 and slept like I hadnt slept for ages at a stretch. I left a note at Mark's door about waking me up if I dont make it on time. Anyways I got up as usual with no headache or anything. But that was a nice little experience....and yes Mark had been great. He is a kind of guy who you may see like a racist but he has been great with me. We also ordered a pizza, after which I had started writing this page....
Anyways Pray that I have a nice weekend ahead....
I said "Okay but I wont fit there...", but I cant say no for long. So I took the red striped kurta or the kurta-shirt (or may be the shirt.....i dont know what exactly is that thing) and put that on and prepared myself for a can or two.So we walked in some 'galiyans' unknown to me but mark was moving briskly as he told me about the neighbors and the students nearby. And finally when we made there, my eyes went on those micro minis and the smooth legs beneath them....and yes those deep neck and short length tops. Ludi had already left us for his friends and so I and Mark made our way through the pack of quite hot looking people as they cheered for their clubs who were playing football...I dont exactly remember which clubs were they as I was more interested in the girl with those clothes on....but I think it was chelsea vs liverpool.
So right there Mark asked me for a drink and as always I could not say no. So he came with two huge tumblers of beer (i hadnt had that much of coke at a go). So we made our way through the crowd into some place. And yes this place was named 'medicine' as when we were coming, I saw that green name shine (and I thought it was a clinic or a dispensary..hehe).
Now Mark met one hot looking girl with that frilled denim micro mini and a great figure and a great face and an ultra deep neck white top which only made sure that she does not go topless right there. And I tell you it made sure only that bit of it. Everything else was visible. And not to mention she was with a stud looking guy. So Mark introduced me to the people around as we made to the seating area which was partially covered with a wooden roof. Seated around us were people, some of whom were showing off their tattoos which were quite close too their butts and the rest were chatting about the match. So Mark started his piece of gossip and they all joined in with the stud guy not that interested. And Mark came up with all the sexual encounters and his ex and their professors and even the hot girl's mom, while I kept on looking at her top and waited for it to give way (yeah I confess...).Meanwhile I hadnt made up with Mark's pace with which he finished his tumbler. My head had already started wobbling but I kept on trying not to pass out as that would have been very embarrassing for me (yaar I had only 1 tumbler and that too of beer...that sure would have been embarrassing). Mark made sure that I was completely at home and involved me into their gossip. But all I was interested in was the girl. And then Mark went away to get another mug.
To my horror, he came back with something that he called a light spanish beer for me. By that time I had already started to feel dizzy and vomity...and yet again I started thinking about the next huge ladder to climb. This time I could not stay on for long and told Mark that I was through. To my embarrassment, he emptied the whole bottle in his mug in front of that girl (fuck that....I cannot even make up on 2). We got up and I felt my head wobbling and my feet trembling. But I managed to prevent my feet from loosing the ground. As he introduced me to his other friends, I somehow felt that there was quite a bit of anti asianism there.Anyways, we came out and walked and Mark showed me his department and the other buildings. Then he met some of the girls he knew and they told him about all the fun they were going to have that night. So we went to yet another bar which was much more quieter. Mark made the payment for yet another mug but I had already told him that I was through. All I needed was to piss. And so I did. On our way back Mark told me about the horse hair and paraffin wax building in the campus which was always on the priority list of the fire dept. We also talked about Stavarrous and his habit of leaving everything for granted and the greek men and the university and the inter college events and more stuff like that. All I was thinking of was about the work tomorrow and what excuse I would have to make if I did not get up.
So I went to bed at 12 and slept like I hadnt slept for ages at a stretch. I left a note at Mark's door about waking me up if I dont make it on time. Anyways I got up as usual with no headache or anything. But that was a nice little experience....and yes Mark had been great. He is a kind of guy who you may see like a racist but he has been great with me. We also ordered a pizza, after which I had started writing this page....
Anyways Pray that I have a nice weekend ahead....
Tuesday 22 May 2007
that F***in day !!!
At least I censored the Title...
So I started off from the house at 7:50, quite in time to catch the 7:56 bus. And guess what...the driver took 50 pence from me and did not give the ticket. A Win-Win situation....hehe. It happens most of the time in the Haryana Roadways bus but that was not Haryana Roadways driver. That made me think, that people all over the world are the same...the only thing that differs is the skin. So I sat down in a seat with a chinese girl and heard the college girls in the back seat discussing about their last day...and I tell you there were more FUCKs in it than the stuff to talk about.
Anyways...I took the train from the station with a pack of quite hot looking chicks. The train hissed off and again all I heard was FUCK. Fuck this, Fuck that, Fuck off, Fuck him ,that Fucker, it Fucks, that damn Fuckin thin n another thousand Fs. Fuck as comma, Fuck as full stop,Fuck as an exclamation and every other punctuation mark.
The expressions of the old timer standing next to me were quite obvious. FUCKIN college girls...he must have thought, with the kind of look he gave. Our Indian version of the F-word is quite in use today and people traveling in the local transport of Delhi hear it quite often, whether the conductor of the bus is cheering or having a fist fight with the competitor. Even the college goers. And thats the first thing the seniors teach you at the IIT Delhi.
As I came back in the evening, I started recapitulating what all happened today, and all I could make out was FUCK .The number of fucks that I may have heard were probably a million.On that FUCKIN day....I realized that the thing which differs is the skin, rest is all the same.......
So I started off from the house at 7:50, quite in time to catch the 7:56 bus. And guess what...the driver took 50 pence from me and did not give the ticket. A Win-Win situation....hehe. It happens most of the time in the Haryana Roadways bus but that was not Haryana Roadways driver. That made me think, that people all over the world are the same...the only thing that differs is the skin. So I sat down in a seat with a chinese girl and heard the college girls in the back seat discussing about their last day...and I tell you there were more FUCKs in it than the stuff to talk about.
Anyways...I took the train from the station with a pack of quite hot looking chicks. The train hissed off and again all I heard was FUCK. Fuck this, Fuck that, Fuck off, Fuck him ,that Fucker, it Fucks, that damn Fuckin thin n another thousand Fs. Fuck as comma, Fuck as full stop,Fuck as an exclamation and every other punctuation mark.
The expressions of the old timer standing next to me were quite obvious. FUCKIN college girls...he must have thought, with the kind of look he gave. Our Indian version of the F-word is quite in use today and people traveling in the local transport of Delhi hear it quite often, whether the conductor of the bus is cheering or having a fist fight with the competitor. Even the college goers. And thats the first thing the seniors teach you at the IIT Delhi.
As I came back in the evening, I started recapitulating what all happened today, and all I could make out was FUCK .The number of fucks that I may have heard were probably a million.On that FUCKIN day....I realized that the thing which differs is the skin, rest is all the same.......
Sunday 20 May 2007
weekend....ahhh
First weekend...boring enough....nothing to do
So I got up at 12:30 in the morning(you may call it afternoon...but thats morning for me), made myself a toast and tea...took a bath, and then sat down to plan the day.Mark had been around with his girlfriend early morning as I heard their voices...but for now the place was empty.
So I made maggi for the lunch and prepared myself for 'the Tom Hanks starrer The Green Mile'. You see I make most out of the free internet that the landlord has made available to us. Mark returned and as usual gave a knock.He works every time.He works for P&G and thats quite a famous household name in India as well.
With nothing to do,I planned a visit to a nearby supermarket,the Spar.It was not as big as the Tesco's or the Sainsbury's ,but was like the small supermarkets we have in India.Got myself some usual day to day stuff and spent 6.13 pounds on that....thats expensive.With a plastic bag in hand,I planned to take a walk through the cemetery.It was a nice and a quite place.With no one around, I took out my mobile camera phone and took some snaps.There I could read many tombstone with engraved on it, dates as back as 1862.And there was a church on the cemetery campus.It was nice to see how much respect people give to their dead here.The place was one of the greenest place I had ever seen.The campus was huge.So I took the road that was familiar with me to get back to the apartment.
For the dinner, I prepared myself a pack of cup noodles which tasted okay.Popped in a coconut chocolate dougnut which tasted like heaven and sipped a cup of Coke.
Then I made an ambitious plan to visit Scotland for the next weekend that was a long one on account of a bank holiday coming up and slept.
And thats what you call a boring weekend......
So I got up at 12:30 in the morning(you may call it afternoon...but thats morning for me), made myself a toast and tea...took a bath, and then sat down to plan the day.Mark had been around with his girlfriend early morning as I heard their voices...but for now the place was empty.
So I made maggi for the lunch and prepared myself for 'the Tom Hanks starrer The Green Mile'. You see I make most out of the free internet that the landlord has made available to us. Mark returned and as usual gave a knock.He works every time.He works for P&G and thats quite a famous household name in India as well.
With nothing to do,I planned a visit to a nearby supermarket,the Spar.It was not as big as the Tesco's or the Sainsbury's ,but was like the small supermarkets we have in India.Got myself some usual day to day stuff and spent 6.13 pounds on that....thats expensive.With a plastic bag in hand,I planned to take a walk through the cemetery.It was a nice and a quite place.With no one around, I took out my mobile camera phone and took some snaps.There I could read many tombstone with engraved on it, dates as back as 1862.And there was a church on the cemetery campus.It was nice to see how much respect people give to their dead here.The place was one of the greenest place I had ever seen.The campus was huge.So I took the road that was familiar with me to get back to the apartment.
For the dinner, I prepared myself a pack of cup noodles which tasted okay.Popped in a coconut chocolate dougnut which tasted like heaven and sipped a cup of Coke.
Then I made an ambitious plan to visit Scotland for the next weekend that was a long one on account of a bank holiday coming up and slept.
And thats what you call a boring weekend......
Friday 18 May 2007
The alien soil.....
So today it starts....but there have been a lot of events in my life that I would have liked to scribble down....it's late...but it's never late.
I sit in my not so big room that thankfully the company has funded.Prices are quite high in a place like this.Its an alien land.My first trip so far from home....
Its lonely and its cold and its cloudy.The typical English weather.With nothing to do, I practice to get my fingers moving quickly across the keyboard and what goes in here is just what is on my mind at this moment...
The theme of Forrest Gump plays in the background and remind of some beautiful things that happened in my life...
Its quite lonely in here...dont know many people in Englefield Greens.53,Cherrywood Avenue is my address for the coming 8 weeks...n I have no idea how to spend them.So I write a blog on this friday night, thinking of the weekend ahead.
Well its quite nice to be in England...its my first trip to Europe and the second one outside India.
I find this place very different from my homeland.The sun sets at 9:30 in the evening and is up by 3:30.It rains and then the sun comes up in the clear sky and then the wind blows and it rains.Strange weather huh...
People are quite nice from outside but I have no idea what impression they keep of a brown boy who sometime asks them how to get around places in the UK.Flatmates are nice people. Always ask me if their is any problem and keep the courtesy to walk down the room and ask me about the day in the evening.There is Mark, the eldest one around, is a chemist.Nice guy...I often walk down to him with a pile of railway and bus pamphlets asking him routes and ways to get around England. He is a regular traveler and a frequent flyer.Always says "Take the flight...it reaches quickly"...hehe...but he's a nice guy...a proud British and the one to whom I talk the most.
Then there is Ludawich (I donno whether it spells like this or not but I prefer calling him Ludi :))...a french-british and was around when I first made to this place.A great guy and looks dudish...hehe and then there is Stavarrouss (another spelling mistake I guess...I call him Staff though), the guitarist and the one people know the least about.He's quite infamous for choking the toilet with a whole stack of toilet napkins.
This place is very different from India.Somethings I like...somethings I dont.People are nice.They talk in a respectable tone and the thing I like is they wish each other often.And god this country has got a lot of money to shower on its people.State of the art and expensive public transport, system, procedures and the incredible thing is that the public amenities are the most reliable...take the local water supply for instance.And this place is quite green.Hope it was the same case with India...
I come here to an abrupt end as I am feeling dizzy with sleep...will continue it furthur
I sit in my not so big room that thankfully the company has funded.Prices are quite high in a place like this.Its an alien land.My first trip so far from home....
Its lonely and its cold and its cloudy.The typical English weather.With nothing to do, I practice to get my fingers moving quickly across the keyboard and what goes in here is just what is on my mind at this moment...
The theme of Forrest Gump plays in the background and remind of some beautiful things that happened in my life...
Its quite lonely in here...dont know many people in Englefield Greens.53,Cherrywood Avenue is my address for the coming 8 weeks...n I have no idea how to spend them.So I write a blog on this friday night, thinking of the weekend ahead.
Well its quite nice to be in England...its my first trip to Europe and the second one outside India.
I find this place very different from my homeland.The sun sets at 9:30 in the evening and is up by 3:30.It rains and then the sun comes up in the clear sky and then the wind blows and it rains.Strange weather huh...
People are quite nice from outside but I have no idea what impression they keep of a brown boy who sometime asks them how to get around places in the UK.Flatmates are nice people. Always ask me if their is any problem and keep the courtesy to walk down the room and ask me about the day in the evening.There is Mark, the eldest one around, is a chemist.Nice guy...I often walk down to him with a pile of railway and bus pamphlets asking him routes and ways to get around England. He is a regular traveler and a frequent flyer.Always says "Take the flight...it reaches quickly"...hehe...but he's a nice guy...a proud British and the one to whom I talk the most.
Then there is Ludawich (I donno whether it spells like this or not but I prefer calling him Ludi :))...a french-british and was around when I first made to this place.A great guy and looks dudish...hehe and then there is Stavarrouss (another spelling mistake I guess...I call him Staff though), the guitarist and the one people know the least about.He's quite infamous for choking the toilet with a whole stack of toilet napkins.
This place is very different from India.Somethings I like...somethings I dont.People are nice.They talk in a respectable tone and the thing I like is they wish each other often.And god this country has got a lot of money to shower on its people.State of the art and expensive public transport, system, procedures and the incredible thing is that the public amenities are the most reliable...take the local water supply for instance.And this place is quite green.Hope it was the same case with India...
I come here to an abrupt end as I am feeling dizzy with sleep...will continue it furthur
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