Tuesday, October 24, 2006
deepavali. deepawali. diwali. whatever its called, and the differences between each, i dont know. and neither do i really care that much. put simply, its the hindu festival of lights. the only time of the year that indians all over the world get to see what each other really looks like, aside from the teeth profile.
ok now we all know that that isnt quite true, and however much we are racist we have to respect their festivals. it is afterall, to commemorate the victory of good over evil, of chinese over in.. .. nah im jus kidding.
deepavali holidays in singapore mean pretty much one thing--indians let loose. as my travels brought me around to town, sentosa, chinatown and parts of bugis, it was as if all the construction sites in singapore had let loose their indian workers. they were like ants. all squeezing and pushing to get up the bus first, yakking away in their seemingly mindless chatter, pushing each another off the tram in sentosa, stinking up the already crowded enough blue line buses and the list just goes on.
what made me reel was THE PLACE. little india. when my bus to bishan went through chinatown at first, a family of indians boarded and plopped themselves infront of me. when they got ready to alight, i was almost screaming for joy (and simultaneously gasping for air) but the nonchalent smirk on my face got wiped off once i saw the horde of black men that gathered to board the bus the moment it reached the stop. lets jus say, the rest is history.
i have nothing against indians.
jus thought i would let u know.
and the world spits on me again
ok now we all know that that isnt quite true, and however much we are racist we have to respect their festivals. it is afterall, to commemorate the victory of good over evil, of chinese over in.. .. nah im jus kidding.
deepavali holidays in singapore mean pretty much one thing--indians let loose. as my travels brought me around to town, sentosa, chinatown and parts of bugis, it was as if all the construction sites in singapore had let loose their indian workers. they were like ants. all squeezing and pushing to get up the bus first, yakking away in their seemingly mindless chatter, pushing each another off the tram in sentosa, stinking up the already crowded enough blue line buses and the list just goes on.
what made me reel was THE PLACE. little india. when my bus to bishan went through chinatown at first, a family of indians boarded and plopped themselves infront of me. when they got ready to alight, i was almost screaming for joy (and simultaneously gasping for air) but the nonchalent smirk on my face got wiped off once i saw the horde of black men that gathered to board the bus the moment it reached the stop. lets jus say, the rest is history.
i have nothing against indians.
jus thought i would let u know.
and the world spits on me again
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THE DARKER SIDE OF ME;
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THE DARKER SIDE OF ME;
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