Extremely delayed first thoughts on London
Right! I’m back again after one more long sojourn. I’ve moved to a new country and a new job, and its been one helluva ride so far. There are many things one can say about living life in London – in fact too many fucking things – so I’m not going to go through that entire list just now. One of the few things I will say now though is that this is no place for a weak spirit – the city will EAT you alive if it smells blood. Not too different from Delhi on that count. ONLY on that count (okay okay – London is full of punjabis with irritating accents too).
I’ve whined a great deal about some things here to some poor souls (read Sroyon, Ayan and Simran) who have no option but to listen, but despite all of that, I have to admit that I absolutely love the city. In fact, I like it almost as much as the time I spent at NUJS which is really saying something!
Top tip for the anglophilic Indian who comes here for the first time – chivalry is truly dead in the land of Big Ben. The average Jat taxi driver who awaits flight weary souls at New Delhi’s swanky, new and likely short lived airport, is probably more chivalrous than the average English dude. In fact the only other chivalrous people whom you are likely to see in London are other anglophilic Indian guys. I believe that the reason for this is that they are deceived by devious Indian expat women who realise that they can exploit such anglophilic tendencies to get some extra patta. On a slightly tangential note, nothing impresses me more than a desi woman commanding respect . On the other hand, there are few things in the world more fucking irritating than a desi woman suddenly going la di da just because she’s spent a year abroad. Yes – I believe that is enough political incorrectness for a post.
In other news, I used to think stockings were sexy – until I saw this woman who seemed to think that it was cool to wear moth eaten ones. Much like I thought jeans were cool until I saw them worn with the waist line at crotch level and revealing enough butt cleavage to have me hurling my lunch all over myself.
And finally – I’ve finally gone and got myself a camera. More on that soon.
