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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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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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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Kuch Bitiya Ki Baatein

The Right Time To Tie The Knot

The institution of marriage is getting, if not already, archaic. Approaching 2015 and there are hardly any reasons to get married these days. Everything marriages used to provide in the ye olde days is now respectfully and legally available without having to tie the knot. Home equity loans available to single people, designer sperm banks, pre-screened ‘play’-mates…

Okayyy…so perhaps it isn’t so out of fashion here in this palm-swaying island nation of mine but nothing so pristine about weddings here either. Continue reading

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A Fijian Life, An Indian Heritage

This is Where I Stand in Fiji

Something I wrote last week on this blog got a lot of flak. And not just on my opinions. While I can understand the strong reaction to what I had written, I can’t fathom the personal comments and insults that went around on social media especially by people who have never met me.

If you’re one of those people who judge someone based your assumptions without actually meeting them in person then I’m afraid what you think is really your business. Continue reading

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An Indian Heritage

I Wish Modi Hadn’t Come To Fiji

Change is inevitable and Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s whirlwind stopover yesterday signs for a change of things to come in Fiji. Actually more of an ultimatum. For us to either leap forward and catch up with the global race or be forever left behind. And we Fijians don’t handle changes or ultimatums too well. We had just started coming to terms with our new national identity. We almost had made peace with the 2014 election results. We nearly had it all buried away… Continue reading

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A Fijian Life

Why 2014 Elections Won’t Change Shit in Fiji

I was in the shower when I heard the unmistakable hiss of the town council’s garbage truck yet I had to peer out of the window just to make sure. There it was. Bloody unreliable. Most days it would roll around 4.pm. but days like today it rocks up at 8.45 in the morning. Pulled down a t-shirt and shot out with soap suds still clinging around my ankles. I had to whisk our rubbish bins to safety and bring them inside the compound. In the last 6 months, our bins have been stolen twice. Continue reading

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Kuch Bitiya Ki Baatein

The Good Indian Girls

A cousin once came to stay with us for an year to complete her studies. She was doing a unit on politics in the Pacific, took Japanese language classes in the evenings and wrote poetry. To the 13-year old me, she was the coolest person I knew. Her poetry had rubbed off on me and I would spend hours at night reading my dabbling out loud to her. An year later, she moved back home and the last I heard of her was that she got married to a fellow in the interiors of Tavua, couple of months after moving back. Continue reading

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A Fijian Life

The Absurdities of My Island Home

I had promised myself that I wouldn’t write anything on Fiji for a little while. I was afraid that my past posts were making me appear somewhat of a national pessimistic, an ungrateful citizen. I am not. (Granted; I’m the queen of contradictions but then it’s a Gemini entitlement!) But it’s just been such an exasperating last few days. Plans made are not working out, running out of  stuff at the worst possible times and clumsiness. I’ve been…just so klutzy, saying the wrong things, ticking the wrong box, spitting chewed gum on other people’s leather couches Continue reading

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