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It’s that Time of Year Again …

Finally!

The Summer season is around the corner for us Southern Hemisphere people.

Work officially ends in about four weeks and from now till then I will not be venturing into the world of functioning folks due to my monstrous, inhumane work schedule -_-

Which is saying something considering my “functioning” self is a far cry from everyone else’s normal functioning selves. That makes minimal sense. I realise that.

Which is why I have decided to give everyone of you a break. As well as my poor brain so it doesn’t break any further.

Enjoy the festive season with your loved ones my wonderful, awesome-st peeps and tell me all about it when I get back.

In the meantime, I will be taking a road trip (in case none of you got my cryptic featured image there) and will let you know all about it upon my return (that sounded a lot grander than I had first envisioned – like King Arthur type noble).

Any guesses on where I’m going? Let me know and I’ll give you an invisible present if you guess right. Seriously, it’ll be so invisible, you will never be able to find it.

Jusqu’à ce que je reviens, au revoir mes amis! (I love Google Translation).

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Are you from Slumdog Millionaire?

Honestly?

Seriously?

Um, no.

If I have to hear one more “innocent” remark on whether Slumdog Millionaire brings back bitter sweet memories, well let’s just say I cannot be held responsible for any ensuing actions.

It still baffles me why certain “developing nations” are only recalled for certain mundane, overly stereotyped versions of malnutrition, flies (every country has flies people, every country), painfully demonised diseases and generally poor human conditions when we have other stuff to offer, really we do.

When I say Africa, people conjure up skinny children. When I say India, people conjure up Slumdog Millionaire, when I say Middle East, people conjure up terrorism.

On the other side of the coin when I say Australia, people conjure up Blond bombshells on Bondi Beach. I say America, people conjure up glamorous Hollywood. I say England; people conjure up grand historical monuments.

My point? Every country has the good and the bad, it’s easy to forget that Africa has an amazing intricate royal system, India has wonderful examples of people from different parts of the world not just living, but rejoicing in one another (Taj Mahal people, Taj Mahal) and Middle East is breathtakingly beautiful in all its natural wonder.

Oh, and guess what? Poverty sux and it’s not just restricted to the “third world region” but I’m not here to air other people’s dirty laundry in public. So the next time you come to India and choose to take a photo of the beggar outside the Taj Mahal and forget about the amazing monument my country has to offer, just remember others could do the same and take a photo of the homeless dude in front of the Harbour Bridge too. Show the respect you expect please and if you’re having trouble coming up with what India has to offer, check this link out for some inspiration.

Rant officially over.

Thank you.

Happy Holidays Everyone!

It’s that wonderful time of year again.

My favourite month is just around the corner, summer holidays for us Aussies! Yay!!!

I know I probably say this every year, but man am I ready for a break. I go on unofficial leave in about 2 1/2 weeks time and official leave in 3 1/2 which means that there’s a lot to do before I officially hang my socks up for the year.

It also means you lucky Bloggers get a much needed break from moi till about February, 2016 unless I sporadically post in between now till then because I absolutely have to.  Just to check up on all of you mischievous followers. But, you’re my mischievous lot so I love you 🙂

Anyway, have a wonderful, magnificently marvellous festive season with the people you care for and who love you back (because that’s important, just saying) and I will see you all in 2016.

Thanks for the laughs this year, you helped me get through many a dreary day. See you soon xoxo

So I spent my entire Easter compiling a meticulously drafted SWOT analysis on the most perfect chocolate egg out there, it took me days to complete.

Seriously, the time and patience I spent on taste testing, analysing, breaking all the eggs on the predefined cracks, I mean Humpty Dumpty would have elected me as his surgeon in a heart beat. If poor Humpty had one.

Then … the worst possible scenario occurred, my spine still tingles at the thought of it – I lost it. My dog ate my homework and I am not lying. Well, my imaginary doggy.

So now I have to start all over again. It’s a tough job but you know, someone’s got to do it

What are your Easter plans?

I know, I know. It’s the beginning of the week and we just came out of the weekend but looking forward to something great about to happen can never be wrong, am I right or am I right? I know, right. I’m right. Thanks for the confirmation.

It’s a four day week followed by four days off. Life can rarely get better!

Here’s hoping you all have a wonderful time off and some great stories to tell at the end of it. Oh, and I want details. Have an awesome week everyone!!!

Grannies can be mean, lean, killing machines

As some of you may know, my maternal grandparents are over from India for the holidays and my grandma or Nanima (in Hindi) in particular, is absolutely bonkers over swimming.

We take her out every morning with my grandad (or Nana in Hindi) and man, let me just say, I can attest to never ever having seen a more fierce, bullying squad of grannies than what I have recently come to term as “The Nanna Nuts”.

I am not joking. If I thought high school was bad, even the biyatches there would have a hard time dealing with these grandmas.

They kick, they scowl, they will literally rip you apart if you so much as meander into their “private” swimming lanes no matter how much you attempt to calmly explain the concept of a public pool.

Give me my Beverly Hills biytaches any day, they’re a walk in the park compared to these nannies!

Nerds Rule … Just Saying

Seriously, we so do.

I’m a Nerd and I’m proud of it because …

1 – I have mad library monitor skills. No friends at the beginning of high school meant that I spent my lunchtime stuck in a library learning how to catalogue. Now I get half my earnings from bets I’ve won against those who swear I could never EVER find a book that went missing in the state library a generation ago. Boo-ya 😀

2 – Being a nerd meant I wasn’t afraid of introducing my “imaginary” (I only put inverted commas around that word because I still have a hard time really, truly believing they’re imaginary but hey, it’s what gets me around this insane world without a straightjacket) friends Gumpy, Lulu and a recent addition – Da Bozter. Frolicking with them freely only facilitated a freedom to explore the world I had so aptly created in my cranium without prejudice and snickered induced stares. Who am I kidding? I still got all that crap, I just didn’t care because what could possibly be worst than being called a “Nerd” (now those inverted commas are supposed to be sarcastic).

3 – And this is the best one yet. I explored music, drama and the literary arts without the imprisoned barrier of “Coolness”. Which meant I got to party with all the great talents out there without the fear of being restricted to what was “in” with the crowd which leads me to one of the best things I did over the holidays – Shakespeare!!! Sport for Jove is this seriously wondrous event that happens in my quaint, little neighbourhood every summer and man is it AWESOME. I mean what could be better than Shakespeare in the great Aussie summer outdoors (even when it is pouring cats and dogs), right? Nothing, that’s what. This year it was A Midsummer Night’s Dream and The Crucible, in one word – A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!

So to all those Nerds out there, fist bump coz we rock … and you know, fist bumping is kinda cool (in a nerdy way of course!) and to all those who think we’re off, well we may be … but we’re proud of it!