“What should I put on for the gathering tonight’? I questioned myself. My room was in a appalling shape with my sarees and other stuffs laying around. It was a catastrophe. Yes. I perfectly know what to wear for the Vesakhi revelry tonight. I was energized to dress up but the contemplation that it was just 4pm made me resolve down a little while. The new student Devan and Sulekha required a new hairdo so I decided to help them around with the verbal communication at the saloon. I managed to force Raj to get a haircut.

Walking down the streets of Lenin reminded me of my prior days in Kursk. Everything was dead then. Sum has enhanced way a lot with more modern shops which reminded me of the shopping malls in Malaysia. I managed to catch a peek of the price of pineapple which dazed me. I could buy 10 pineapples with that price in Malaysia. But again, I snapped back to where I am right then.

My roommate elyssa looked alluring in her Punjabi suit. I was astonished to see her dressed up so early. My eye wedged the sight of the wall clock and realized that it was almost 7 and I wasn’t dressed up even the slightest bit. I hurried to the lavatory to have a short bathe and rushed back to bind my very new saree.

Fat! That was the first thing that popped into my mind when I stood in front of the huge emulate in my lobby. I must have gained at least 7 kgs this semester I told Raj and Utra whom was actually all fully clad up to leave for the function. I was belatedly as customary. The clock was dutifully showing 8.00 pm. Lets go I announced. I dragged Teebah from the mirror and screamed for Raj and Utra.

Raj looked sizzling that evening and so was all the attendees of the function. We not not the late bird and that made me more reassured. Everyone was in their finest traditional outfits which made the ambiance much lovelier. I hugged all the Punjabis there, greeting them and forwarding them my best wishes. I caught the sight of my private enemies and sulked.

The dark sight of the long night was finally merging up. The dance floor had started and so was my dancing epic. The sound of hottest bhangras was in the air and so was the smell of liquor. While quiescent I manage to look around and caught some very special scenes that made me snicker to myself.

It was a great party after all. I finally decided to head home with the girls at around 3 am. Feeling worn out right now, I decided to bury myself into my pliable bed. Good night

The air of unsullied spring and the sun shinning right to my face woke me up. Something was really erroneous with my throat. No. Veto. The very thing that I loathed the most was lingering around. FEVER!. I screamed!. It seriously can’t be happening. I hopped out of bed and began my hunt for the thermometer and wedged it into my mouth. Definitely I had fever. I called my best friend raj the very moment informing him that I was feeling really ill and won’t be attending classes for the day. He decided to haul me to the doctor which made me even sicker. A visit to the med-punk was an annoyance. The queue was always elongated and arduous

Im even too sick and tired to actually type more and the perfect thing to do now is rest, rest and more rest. Will be back when I’m well.

me and the group that danced for russian night
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Always acknowledged as Bindiya in the midst of my very good friends and of course Maha among my school friends and associates, I grew up wanting more in life, mulish and was always fidgety. I sought more than what life was offering me, I climbed a mountain when I was just 13. I’ve seen the faces of life and was never yet contented. The burning zeal inside me always made me move ahead till one day I broke the news to my family that I have decided to study medicine, and before I knew it , I am here .

I was merely thrilled to breathe in a post-Marxist country. The name Karl Marx elated me, the figurine of Lenin ubiquitously made me pompous. Many things were unpredictable in particular the weather conditions. As I stayed here longer, Mother Russia brought out more of life that I have never seen before. The ethnicity was predominantly bizarre though im habituated to it now. The food was basically insipid and there was not even a single fast food restaurant at any curve of this state and we had to drive 10 hours just to get a burger.

This marks the beginning of the voyage into my daily life ramblings… the commencement of my online blabbing. All commentary can be posted to kreena76@yahoo.com. Stay tuned and have fun….from Russia with Love