Sex, Fries & Racist Lies!

One thing which is common to the U.K. more than potatoes is sex I guess. I don’t guess I rather know so. And when I say sex it does not mean the actual act always but varied forms and expressions. I have a part time job where a lot of times I take delivery of newspapers early in the morning. Say sometimes 4 AM. And whoever has not done this is better off. It is not the time especially after a long night’s work to be looking at some naked angels who just look untrue. I am not talking about the fake implants but they are such beauties that it’s painful. I will not get into what the pain is all about here in my public blog as I would like to maintain some levels of sanity and sanctity!

Yes there are newspapers like The Times or The Telegraph which are still published for the old man who speaks exquisite English and makes warm gestures. But the problem is such newspapers won’t attract the fancy of someone who speaks explicit English and speaks with fingers of speech. The newspapers like The Sun are ½ a page of news and the rest 79 ½ pages of sex, drugs and celebrity news and the other 40 pages are true football! I am from a country where cricket is a religion, but this is fanaticism. The following is so strong that violence related to the game plagues the cities. So if you wear colors you better be sure you are in the right place at the right time or you will get stabbed! And when I say stabbed I am not exaggerating. The crime is monumental and it is the youth, the drugs and the guns that make it all. I was watching Ross Kemp’s documentary and gang members agree that they need 5 minutes to arrange for a gun! I could not arrange for a cigarette that quick!

I have nearly been here for 2 years now and I can say that it is definitely the next best thing to home. I remember speaking to countless people before actually getting on the plane and my adventurous journey where instead of getting out of Heathrow I nearly boarded another plane and I don’t even have a clue to where. Everyone I spoke to had either been here before or knew about this country and always warned me that I would remain a foreigner. That racism is rampant. That I will be ill treated. This is nothing but bulls**t! Any person in any other country than his own is always a foreigner. It’s not who you are that matters its how you are with people of a totally different culture that makes your surroundings!

I stay in the second largest city to London and I have been in the university, working at a local petrol station part time and I meet hundreds of new people every day. And I can tell that in this long stint of mine all that I have had is great friends, greater colleagues and greatest house mates. I have been invited by elder white women for lunch and dinner as they treat me like a son, I have been out with countless mates and gulped down holy water, have been to games with colleagues, shopping with girls, cooking with housemates, laughing and enjoying every single moment and cherishing the bond. And all this has been along with the fact that I am my own man. I am a complete man. I earn and I spend. How I spend has nothing to do with you!

It’s so stupid that the stereotyping still exists and we always fear what we don’t know. I do have rare problems with communication when I told Heather and Jade to ‘try’ donuts I had got home they heard it as ‘fry’. And the end result was a million more calories and even more taste. I have once offered a woman tampons who had actually asked for toothpaste at work! That was the single most embarrassing time of my life here. I don’t even want to think about it. Thank god she took it well and became friends with me. Wow! What a reason to make someone your friend!

Every day that passes gives me more to think about and reminisce from the previous day. Starting from the gambling with Kate to hilarious long stand up with Simon and Billy, from tasting food Sue got for me to the lovely super filling lunch with Karen, from the endless game nights with a Coleman, Heather & Jade to long visits to Helen, from grocery shopping with Al to text messaging Clair, from smoke chats with Paul to movie nights with University mates, I live every moment for the moment. This has only been possible because of me finding constantly, great people around me who do not let me realize how far away from home I am.

This was necessary. In my blog I had to write about the lovely people around me who have made me happier and given me the confidence which I never had before. There are for sure great people all over the world but this country did actually let me fit in. I am in debt for sure and I will always be. I am an Indian and I will be one for sure but this is surely my second home. I thank everyone whom I have come across in the past 2 years for making my long trip so exiting.

And for all those who read this and don’t find your name here, don’t hold it against me. I am pretty pissed!

Oh for crying out loud!