A Fijian Life, An Indian Heritage

Big Cars and Tiny Women on My Island

Let’s talk about size today, dear reader. More precisely, the size of women.

Working on construction sites in Sydney is a bit like wandering through a global food expo. You’ll find subbies working in packs from all corners of the world. You’ve got your Italian form-workers, Czech crane-operators, Greek steel-fixers, Vietnamese welders, Samoan concreters – you pick. Being a young cadet and usually the only female on sites, Continue reading

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Kuch Bitiya Ki Baatein

Dear Mum, Can I Be Pretty Too?

Recently at the Sydney Airport, I swung by the Clinique counter in Duty Free to pick up my usual lip colour before flight. A lovely lady in a lab coat with the prettiest of pink lipstick serving me, told that my shade was out of stock. But she could suggest some other colours that would suit my skin tone. I hate trying on makeup in stores but she was so insistent that I couldn’t say no. She pulled out some disposable brushes, the sort one would see at hospitals for scoping samples to test for scabies or something Continue reading

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A Not-so-Flowery, Genda-ful Startup

A Not-so-Flowery, Genda-ful Startup

“Gender? As in male & female?”  “No as in G.E.N.D.A.”

“Oh is it an acronym?”   “No. As it’s Hindi for marigold.”

“Sorry the what?”  “Marigold…you know the flower..yellow orangish ones…?”

“Yes..ss.”  “It’s a Hindi word for marigold – Genda”

“Ohh. So what’s the project about?”  “Ummm…it’s not really a project.”

“…but it says The Genda Project??”  “yeahh..it’s just a creative name..you know..like the show Continue reading

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Kuch Bitiya Ki Baatein

Save The Desi Boy Child

“Do you smoke?” asked my Friday night date as I chugged back mouthfuls of Fiji Gold draft. When I got a sceptic smirk to my negative answer, Suruj’s warning about beer on first dates floated through the clouds above. Tsk. Through out the evening the question was asked twice again, smartly, in between conversations, in case I might ‘slip’ and admit to smoking (because how could it be possible that I drink beer and not smoke, right?)

Though this had to be one of the better setups I’ve been to this year. Continue reading

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A Fijian Life

Change is in the Island Breeze

I drive past one Tuesday afternoon and notice heavy machinery rolling onto that vacant lot next to the highway. I don’t think much about it with all this roadworks happening in Nadi. Next evening though I see construction hoardings and safety signs up around the site. Shit. I must have missed out on the industry grapevine about this job. Lucky bastards I think. Continue reading

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Thodi Si Unlearned Happiness

Perspective

It was either Technical Drawing or Home Economics. I chose Technical Drawing and like most things in high school, I sucked at it. My lines were wobbly, my text never straight and my circles despite the sharp Staedtler compass set never perfect.

When we were past drawing squares and circles, we came to a unit called Perspective Drawings. And for the life of me then, I could never understand why the heck they made us draw the same bloody thing like 3 times. In an isometric view then in a 2-point dimension and then Continue reading

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