I never realised when I thank my stars for spotting a cheap but good buy, I am actually damning somebody in a dingy shanty in a third world country to many more hours of back breaking work. t could have been a child who sewed buttons or sequins into that super cheap long coat I was rooling over yesterday.
This is an eternal dilemma. I am against child labour but my love for shopping makes me guilty of the very crime I so much desist. A curse of globalisation is that it has made us all accomplices to crimes we are not even aware of.
The damage is so deep and structural that atonement is difficult.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Mann ye baawra
It is another day for me under a foreign sky. Women haggle as usual over vegetable prices, girls with glazed faces and high heels walk everywhere and starched white shirts hurry to the office.
I sit with my cuppa of chai, my mind far away in another land where it must be a similar day and my ma must be bustling around, muttering to herself about the inflation and the wayward maid.... tricolours must have taken to the rhythm of the wind and television would be over doing the flavour of the day....I cribbed about it all when I was back there and wished to disappear to some far off land. I dreamed of Pharaohs, of dollars, of nude beaches and snow.
And now when I am sipping chai on what is just another day in a foreign land, I want it all back.
I sit with my cuppa of chai, my mind far away in another land where it must be a similar day and my ma must be bustling around, muttering to herself about the inflation and the wayward maid.... tricolours must have taken to the rhythm of the wind and television would be over doing the flavour of the day....I cribbed about it all when I was back there and wished to disappear to some far off land. I dreamed of Pharaohs, of dollars, of nude beaches and snow.
And now when I am sipping chai on what is just another day in a foreign land, I want it all back.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
P2
P and I have been house hunting for the last three weeks. We have seen lots of houses and woven our dreams and plans around them. We have shared disappointments too.
We have swooned over breathtaking views and almost cried over the need to make a choice. We have tolerated each other’s bursts of temper, tittering and blabbering. I think today we found the place we would want to live in for the next one year. The hardest part was making sure the other liked it as much. There was peace for a while and the pizza tasted better.
One step more in the millions we will be taking together. And it seems just yesterday that I was worried and crying over living the rest of my life with a perfect stranger.
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