Saras India

It looks lovely, doesnt it? I miss the Swedish winter right now ♥



Hehe, nice sister...




Yes my nose is very red, but thats what happens when it is bloody cold outside

Who am I here?

I am just a girl like anyone else, I am nothing extraordinary or special, I am just one among everyone. But still, some people wants to meet me so badly. People lie, hide and make up things to get to know me or to just meet me. People try so hard to get my attention, to get me to like them.

Married men, engaged men, men in a relationsship, young boys, older men, men lying about their age, men lying about their business, men lying about their money, men lying about where they are from, men lying to gain money or business... All of them wanted something from me. What is the need of lying or hiding fact? I dont understand. Eventually the truth will come out, it always does. The sadest part is, when I am questioning the men, I get shit! I didnt do anything wrong, you did. And you know that! So why get angry with me?

I am kind of loosing faith in men, relationships and marriage when I am here. It doesnt seem to mean a lot, which makes me little sad. Where are all the honest people? It is so hard to trust people, you never know who will be trustworthy and who will just be a lying piece of shit.


My friend´s birthday party in 2010

There was not only one birthday party in Loveshack last night, it was three! Guess how much cake I ate! As soon as the first cake came (shaped as a bottle of champagne and it tasted so lovely) I was there to get my share of the cake. When the second cake came (4 storey cake, with lots of chocolate) I was there to have my share of the cake again. When the third cake came (the tiniest cake I have ever seen) it was so small that I would have been ashamed if I had a piece of it, because it would not have been enough for the others then...

The night was really awesome, I brought my roommate and we met a lot of people.. I danced a lot, eventhough it is not allowed (yes, I broke the law! But these stupid rules are ment to be broken). I guess that happend just because of the General managers birthday. Music was awesome, some kind of minimal techno that I started to like. It is very danceable music. Anyway, the party was little longer than usual, most of the people left around 12! After that me and some friends went for an afterparty, not as awesome as the one the other night, but it was still very good!

The photographer of the night took like 500 pics of me, so as soon as I get some of them I will post them here.

I found myself in the newspaper here. I remember that I pushed away everyone that wanted to be in the pic with me. Haha, I just wanted to be in the center of attention, as usual these days...





http://epaper.dnaindia.com/dnabangalore/epapermain.aspx?queryed=20&eddate=9%2f25%2f2011

So, like I have said before, sometimes when I am lucky I have a complimentary drop by the name of Rahul. When we finish our shifts at the same time, he is always nice enough to take me home on his bike. We live pretty close to each other, so that is great. Do you remember the last incident that I wrote about? Where the silencer fell off, and I was the one who fixed it? So I thought now nothing can happen again. But I was so wrong.

I was sitting behind him, enjoying the ride and that I didnt have to take the bus for once. All of a sudden I hear a "Oh no!" and I feel how he turns off the bike. I ask him what the problem is, and he says he forgot to put gas this morning! I, who always think that people are smart and not so forgetful, thought he was joking. It turned out he was not joking. So there we were, on his bike with no gas, in the middle of the long flyover.

Do you remember The Flintsones movie? Where they start and stop their car with their feet? That was kind of how it looked like, except we were on a bike, not in a car. We had speed for some time, the road was straight so we could go little further, but then the bike stopped completely. After some shaking the bike and what I think was some luck from God (Thanks Rahul for going to the temple and all) the bike started again. We drove to the closest petrolbunk, towards traffic, and he filled the tank. I am lucky I got home once again.

Lets see what happens next time I go home with Rahul....

I left office late last night. Usually I dont mind that much, but if I have plans it makes me irritated when I cant leave on time. So I was supposed to go for Viren Khanna's Bollywood party in Chancey Pavillion, but since I got home very late there was no point in going since it is little far and it always closes 11.30 pm. So I thought I would just stay at home, but then a friend of mine called me and said we were going for an awesome party at 11pm so I needed to get ready asap, since here friend was there to pick me up.

I did what she told me, and I was ready in a few minutes. Her friend, Raghu, picked me up in his very fancy car. We met his friend, in an even fancier car, for a quick ice-cream before they took me to Taj West End's Ballroom for a private party. Dancing was allowed, but we came so late, so they were about to close. From there we took all the fancy cars for the fancy afterparty! The flat was amazing! The lift came straight into the hall, and when you entered the livingroom it was out of this world! One of the nicest house in Bangalore, apparently this house had som award for that. There was a dancefloor, a bar, an outside terrace. The guy in the house had rented a bartender for the night and a DJ as well. It was really an amazing party, with very high class people. I had a lot of fun. The best part - They served Absolut Vodka (Yes, that is how patriotic I am these days).

I missed like half of the party though because I was out on the balcony having an anger management course and a massage... So now some of my frustration is gone.. We left around 3 am I think, fell asleep around 4 and sleept for 3 hours. Today I am dead tired, but it was absolutely worth it! I would do it tonight again for sure.. Stupid me forgot to take any pictures from the party, I only have stupid once from the car on our way back home..

Tonight I am going to Loveshack for the General Managers birthday party. Dont ask me why he is having his party in his workplace, but I am not complaining, I love my Loveshack.

I took the bus to office this morning, like I always do. Today it wasnt very crowded, I got my own seat without having to fight for it. I sat down, and I felt someone looking at me. I turned my head and I saw a man sitting opposit to me, doing nothing but staring at me. I stared back. But he didnt stop. So I turned my back against him and ignored him as much as I could.

I both love and hate the attention I am getting here.

I hate it when I am busy with something and someone tries to have a useless conversation with me.
I hate when I am having an ugly day and people dont stop looking at me.
I hate that I cant go somewhere without beeing noticed.
I hate when people talk about me in their own language, point, smile and laugh at me.

I love the attention I get when I am in a good mood, properly dressed and look good.
I love when people approach me in parties and give me compliments.
I love that it is so easy for me to get contact with people here.
I love that I can easily be in the center of attention.
I love that I am different.

A few nights ago, I was out with some new friends of mine, it was Sara, Stu, Su, Sudhir, Sandy, Soe.. You see the pattern? It took me so long (two days) to remember all the names and who were who.

Yesterday I stayed in office 2 hours, just to get a ride back home to town. And also to meet up a friend. Me, my colleague and the friend went to a place called Legends of Rock, it is really close to my house. They had some drinks and food, and then later one of my friends picked me up and took me to Loveshack. As soon as I entered the place, I was kind of attaced my people I know, and hardly know.. It feels good to be recognised and kind of popular ;)

I had a nice time, it was nice that it wasnt so many people out, you had time to talk and walk around properly. Tomorrow is my friends birtday party in Loveshack. I should buy him a small gift, but I have no idea what to gift him..

It is so hard to trust people here. People that seems nice and genuine, is often not. I should stop giving my number to people. I have stoped doing that a lot, but now I need to stop even more. Its not really about trusting people, its about getting people after you, people that you dont want to have running... Someone might pretend to be your friend or someone in need, just to get your number and then call or text things you rather dont want to hear.. Anyway, its not a big issue, just something I was thinking about now in the evening, when some random guy started texting me..

Finally after 26 years I got to know my blood group. I am A positive! It feels like a good blood group, it fits me perfectly. I am A postive girl these days.. So if something ever happens to me and I need blood, everyone can now inform the doctors about my blood group right away.. The test result from that day in the hospital came back today, I am "fit for work"!

So today, for the first time in a very long time I dont have any plans. I dont know what to do tonight, I guess that is why I am still in office eventhough my shift is over.. That never happens otherwise. But I cant just stay home on Friday night, lets see what I will plan for the evening..   

I tried so hard to find something to shop today. I really did, I tried on everything that was slightly interesting, but nothing was good enough. Missfitted or just really ugly. I wanted to buy a pair of shoes, since I dont have that many here in India, but I couldnt find a single pair that I liked. What is wrong with the western fashion here in India. I am sure they know what they are doing when it comes to the Indian fashion, but the western... My God! You have to look so much to find something good. I really miss not having H&M and Gina Tricot here. Right now I am just stuck with all the old clothes I brought from Sweden, I just dont find something new... No offense all you indians, but the fashion you have here is like 20 years behind the fashion we have in Sweden right now. Thats the reason I have so much trouble finding something I like. But it is okay, because you just recently started with western clothes, obviously you cant be as advanced as a country that always had that kind of clothes. I will wear my swedish clothes til they are worn out, til then, you will not find me in the fashion that exists here...

But I hardly crossed the street. Oh, I was so hungry and I went to a restaurant to have a beef hamburger (so I thought), but when the food came it was a sizzler. A hamburger stake, not a hamburger with the buns and stuff. I was so dissappointed, I still ate it of course but it wasnt as good as I had imagined it to be...


A picture from outside the restaurant, hehe..

Haha, I wanted to show how tiny this puppy is, but you cant see that.. She looks really big. The thing is that she can almost fit in my palm, and she weights less than 1 kg. Am I so tiny, that the puppy looks this big?

In India you are apparently rich if you own 200 cows. Did I miss something? Are we rich in Sweden too if we have 200 cows? I don’t think so, please enlighten me. I met one Bihari guy last night, we were talking about his businesses and stuff, and I asked him how he could afford what he was doing right now. "Oh, we have 200 cows back home." I thought he was joking first, but apparently they supplied milk to almost the whole state, so if no one else is doing that, I guess you earn decent money.

I had a very lovely night in Loveshack. As usual I was walking around meeting lots of people, ate some good food and I almost sang too (I was talking to the Karaoke DJ). Finally, yesterday my goal came true. I was the last person that left the club! I have been waiting for so long to see everyone leave, and me be there with all the staff, and yesterday the General Manager did let me, Thanks Rahul! But it wasn’t that much fun though, I just did it so I didn’t have to wait for an after party outside. I went with the owner of Loveshack and the General Manager of Loveshack, to 2 sweet girls’ house in Koramangala. They had an awesome place, with 2 huuuuuuge roof terraces. We listened to music and the others were drinking the whole night. I think I was home around 4 am, I am lucky I don’t need to work today. Unfortunately for my colleague, that came with me; he has to, hehehe....

If you wanna meet me tonight, you better come to Loveshack! Thats where I will spend my night, til 11.30 pm atleast. I hope to see you all there. Lets sing and dance the night away.

I am so sleepy today! I was supposed to meet up a friend after work today, but I had to cancel. My energy is totally gone, I think it might be because I lost a lot of blood today. I will tell you the story.

My S%#?"# colleague Roushan forced me to go for a medical check up today (eventhough he hasnt done it himself!) I told him he better sleep with one eye open, I will kill him for this one day! So he sent me to the hospital, with a guy that is very sweet, but he doesnt speak a single word of english (thank you). We came, and we had to wait. We had to go to the first floor, then we had to go down. Then again we had to go to the first floor. They said they would collect some blood. And I told them No way in hell! They got very surprised and refered to the points mentioned by the company; Collecting blood, HIV test, urine test, stool test and X ray.

I told them; I am not going to sit in the waiting area and letting you take my blood here, among everyone. And if you are going to do it, you need to wash your hands after the previous person and use sanitiser. Oh, madam okay. You can lie down in the bed in this room. And I can use gloves. Yes thank you. So they sent me to a room. To my surprise (or who am I kidding, I am never surprised anymore) the room was not empty. A tiny room with 4 other people, plus me and my doctor. But its okay, its India, right? So I let them do their business, although I warned the doctor and I said, if you miss my bloodvein once, I am not letting you do it again! They didnt miss and they took a looooooot of blood.

When I had to do my urine and stool test they gave me two small plastic bottles. My face was a questionmark and I guess they saw that and asked what was wrong (this time). I asked them how they thought I would give the stool test. "Just put it in the bottle". Mmmmm, well, you know what, I dont think so! He said, okay you dont have to...

I had a few more complaints that I am not writing now because I am too tired. I think the staff really hated me, and were releived when I finally left, hehe! Something I really liked in this place was that everyone called the girls for sister. And all the males were called as brother.