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.
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