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kookaburra

I’m Not Laughing

I love the sound of Kookaburra’s.

Even when I feel like they’re laughing at me rather than with me – particularly when I’m slogging away on a hot summer morning run (I try not to take it personally when a whole bunch of them seem to get hysterical every time I pass through their morning breakfast route).

This is a photograph of one my sister took on a mid afternoon stroll this Labour Day Weekend. They’re brave birds but this one looked straight at Mayunka as if to have her photo taken.

For all the bird lovers – I thought you’d like this one!

Australian-kookaburra-bird

Speak soon 🙂

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The Casual Racist

Know a Casual Racist?

You know who and what I’m talking about.

I think we’ve all probably had the misfortune of coming across one or two (if you’re lucky).
That person who isn’t racist but thinks that adding a smile at the end of a thinly veiled racially motivated comment makes it alright to just chuck one at you anyway.

I have spent the past five weeks traveling across India through Shimla, Delhi and Mumbai, completing my superb trip at Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia. In one word – amazing (sing that while you read it for added emphasis).

I must admit to spending some of my time dispelling stereotypes about the land down-under vehemently because you know, ignorance is never an excuse for sweeping generalisations that can come across as rude because they are, people, they are. Simple as that. No, no matter what ever angle or perspective you look at it.

What I didn’t expect was Pauline Hanson’s vigorously and scarily increasing popularity. As a side bar, what exactly is happening to the world and it’s dangerously increasing xenophobia? It takes two to tango in life for everything and the Trumps, Hanson’s and every other right wing party leader in Europe is where they are because of all of us (those of us who vote for them and those of us who can’t be bothered getting off our arses to put a stop to potential future genocide for the gazillion-th time).

I also managed to meet every racist Aussie I strongly believe exists in my vicinity in the week I got back. I know this is highly unlikely but like everything negative, the numbers seem to exponentially build inconceivably, like something out of a J.K. Rowling novel.
Comments like, “ugh Dehli, way too many people in your country” (adding a smile at the end of that sentence still pisses me off by the way), “must have been sweaty and hot in your country” (that’s rich coming from someone who is currently battling 42 degree Celsius weather), “did you take any photos of elephants and tigers while you were there?” (the next time you take a photo of a kangaroo jumping over the Harbour Bridge in Sydney city, please-let-me-know).

I could go on but why?

Why should I waste my time trying to educate casual racists on not so common etiquette and courtesy? If they haven’t learnt yet, they never will.

Just note please …

Sticking a flag in countries that were never yours and never will be was never and will never be right.

Full stop.

Just like adding a smile to the end of a sentence you may think is manipulatively cloaked but glaringly obvious to the people you have been attempting to “civilise” for centuries is not and will never be acceptable.

This may be offensive to some and I get it.

Because this entire piece has been written with a clear and complete absence of a smile.

For the rest of you who have managed to find this writing somewhat palatable, I’ll be posting pics of my amazing journey soon hopefully. I trust your open-mindedness will allow you to see through the stereotypes and generalisations towards the glorious similarities we all share against the backdrop of exciting cultural nuances.

See you soon xoxo

Gandhi & Indian Flag

Be the Change You want to See – Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

I tried this the entire day today; I lay on my back looking up at the heavens and saw, in my mind’s eye, that it was Saturday instead of Monday. I was being the change that I wanted to see.

My boss came to me and needless to say, he was not impressed. Turned out he couldn’t see the change I was being.

I think we need a mandate to make quotes come with guidelines and disclaimers attached.

Let’s just have a referendum, it’s not like Australia needs much convincing for one of those, right Turnball?

Apple Orchard

Do you ever just stop?

To take a look around yourselves? To witness the wonder and beauty this amazing planet we’re all renting out at the moment has to offer?

Every so often Mother Nature takes my breath away. Literally.

Apple Orchard Sign

I live about 15 minutes away from this amazing Apple Orchard and it feels like I’ve stepped back in time. Hot Cider and Freshly Baked Homemade Apple Pies in the freezing cold winter, can it get any better? Unlikely.

Tractor

Just thought I’d share some of the beauty we have this way for you to feast your eyes on while I feast my taste buds on some apple. What? It’s fruit and doesn’t an apple a day keep the doctor away? Or maybe 2 or 3?

Apple Orchard Shop

Quit your snickering, I’m keeping the calories to myself! 😀 Enjoy!!!

Photos taken from mayunkasharmaphotography.wordpress.com

Apple Orchard Shed

If you can’t colour in, we don’t want you!

This is what one reputable Australian literary agent told me the other day, well not those exact words but pretty close.

I got a detailed email from a Literary Agent last week saying that although he loved my idea and thought the premise was breakthrough and needed to be written he had pretty much given up hope on writing getting the respect it deserves in the 21st century, at least in Australia.

The top best seller in Australia at the moment. Wait for it. Drumroll. Colouring books for adults! Haha!

I’m sorry, I can truly not compete. I give up 😀 😀 😀

I’m thinking the FBI should recruit me …

… due to my amazing Crime solving capabilities of course. I participated in a marathon of Crime television shows over the weekend courtesy that superbly, tantalising BBC Crime channel and now I believe I am fully equipped to deal with any criminal activity I am faced with to solve.

Australian Federal Police, I hope you’re listening, potential Pink Panther Inspector Clouseau in your vicinity. Sherlock Holmes, eat your heart out! 😛

Immigrants Versus Originals …

So, I’m baaacccckkkk … on YouTube that is. No, no, it was me posting yesterday after my little vacation so you don’t have to worry, there still is ONLY one of me. I know, I am sure you wish there were more. Shush, just let me live in my fantasy world, okay?

Anyway, here it is, my rant on why Immigrants (that’s me by the way) are sooooooo very different from Originals (too many to name here, but you know who you are 😛 ).

Please make sure to Like and Share (if you’re so inclined) unless you’re that one dude who hit the Dislike button on my last video – I have one word, WTF?! Well, that’s not really a word but whatever. Go ahead and dislike if you wish, I mean I am pro free speech already! For the rest of you though, please feel free to spread the word thin, like as stretched as the cloth on Nicki Minaj’s bikini bottom across her very ahem, noticeable derriere – I won’t complain, I swear.

For those of you wanting to see this on YouTube, please click here!

Anyway, enjoy!!! 🙂