Today, I have lots to write. For one, I am working from home today and have pots of time on me.
As I mentioned in my last post, I waste so much of time on reading other people’s blogs. Sometimes I wonder why I do it. I often think of it as peeping into other people’s lives, just like the way I like to see through people’s windows just for the heck of knowing how they have furnished their rooms!! How they manage their days, where they are based at, what sort of work they do etc etc and the more personal a post is the more interesting read it is for me.
These days I am reading a whole lot of blogs by Indians settled in the UK. And the insight I get is so different from what I (an Indian in the UK) am going through. For starters, I believe most of them work / live in Central London where as I live 40 mins by tube from the place. These bloggers seem to have made a lot of friends during their stay here and here I am, after having lived here for almost two years, I have yet to make a friend outside my work place.
They travel by tubes a lot, visit all the talked about restaurants and pubs, while I have an aversion to pubs and cannot think of spending more than £20 on a decent meal. Oh well, yes I am frugal and that limits me as well.
Next on the list is their love for books, will a love for reading blogs count as well? Read books, I used to and in fact all three walls of our study room are covered with bookshelves (and books of course!!). Now that room resembles a library’s old store. I have been pestering DH to get that cleaned up. The thing about me and reading is that I have an extremely short memory. This means that two months after reading a book, I would forget its story line let alone the author and the name of the book. But once I re-read it, I get that feeling …oh yes, I have read it earlier. (No this post is not about my reading habits)
They talk about Madras, Mumbai and Delhi with élan, while I have no home town to talk about. I lived in Dubai for 30 years and while I do think of it as the only place I know of, it is not home anymore simply because my parents have shifted back to Alwaye (my maternal home town in Kerala). There are friends galore, but none that I can call a best friend or anyone that will respond to my cry for help.
So yeah, while I love peeking, I can’t see myself blending in…..
4 comments:
Hi Chinty. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I've read a few of your posts and it's like you've been writing what goes on in my head all the time. Well, I do fit your 'Indian UK blogger' mould, save for the fact that I don't live anywhere near London. I also see we've got Alwaye and the Gulf in common (it's a long story for another day).
It's lovely to read you and make your acquaintance, and you've been added to my blog roll post haste.
Thanks 45mins, (I do know your name, but thought of keeping it as anonymous as possible)
Yeah I need to make a section for all the UK bloggers and for sure you will be the first one on my list
Hi there. I always feel like I am not making the best use of my time in London. Maybe because I spent my childhood living in different places, including the gulf and left each place without anything to hold on to.
Southways, I can understand your feeling. Me too, sometimes I feel I am neither here nor there...where do I call home?
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