It's been a sleepless morning to 2008 as I am off to a Maori Guerilla Freedom Fighters Meeting. I will be emailing this file only after the whole thing is over for security reasons. Chookie visited me last night and was all giggly since the police left here since they could not find the way. So tomorrow morning after packing up some blankets and food and stuff we will be off. I am also going to Wellington and leaving Hamilton behind for good. I did enjoy working and living here since Hamilton is growing with loads of people coming from Auckland. It's four thirty in the morning and the Pakistani history is taking a twisted turn just like Indian cricket after Bangladesh was thrashed by Kiwis or New Zealanders. I miss being at Matheson bay at Warkworth with her family as I had been there on a holiday in the 2003 New Year. That was the best new year of my life unless we think of the Anand Society ones that had Mohan acting in plays as Cheena Murali had a thing for plays and drama all the time being metrosexual and slightly err...homosexual.
Anyway Chookie's big truck (as in jeep in India) will come here at six and the meeting is at a secret location near Gisborne. So I am excited as Tintin was when he met the Picaros in a South American coup. This is the revolution but I also agree with Rob Lamb who believes that Maoris have to get out of this limbo and help themselves. I also agree with Chookie who says they are suffering from Post Colonial Stress. Chookie is excited since they same police that escorted her to find my place might escort her to prison.

End of the year. I got the daily De-tox capsules after having Filet Fish at Mc Donald and taking a Sky window picture at the mall that was quiet. The trip with my Maori Whanau is dangling since buses don't run on the first unless I get a ride from Chooky and living in those tents in the wild in a tent with three women should be slightly interesting. Mandy has surfaced after playing Mother Mary make that Florence Nightingale to her European cousin and once she comes back will have to find out where we are at. I have had two litres of water already and am feeling great.It's been a shady day and I enjoyed the grey clouds. The city is asleep now. make that a town. NZ has only three cities Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch. I have a drama class happening post x-mas and it's that
time of the year where I can direct you to my new blog to get my updates unless you have insisted on being on the LIST. I am happy for Reshma who seems to have found true love and have no idea where any of the Emmas and do appreciate Robert Lamb's poetry where Emmas haunt my nights and days. Very much like mine.

It has been the most bizarre situation and holidays. A bit like Emma...you are wondering aren't you? How can holidays be a bit like Emma? Well my holidaus are strange and the UV is high in Hamilton. I bet it's higher than Auckland and thus I am not out in the sun as I am still in the age old Indian habit of celebrating the rains and shielding myself from the sun.
Coming back to Emma and I won't say which Emma since in this country I have known twenty Emma, Amy, Emily and Emilyas.But I have had two days holidays and one day work than two days holidays and two days work then two days holidays than one day work than two days holiday than two days work than two days holidays and one day work.
Sonali defined Emma as two steps forward and one step backward.Anyway on Friday night after having too much coke at BurgerKing and onion rings and ck Burger and chips fried in fat, I saw that the buses at Hamilton Depot were lined up like elephants ready to attack. I liked the creative thought.
However, I feel Pakistan lacks creativity since they are blaming India, Israel and US for her death. You know HER.
By the way, it's that time of the year again and once again one year has gone in six months and TIME is cheating but the sun is shining bright and my new bedroom is cool and life is going lazily as I have done nothing but slept during holidays. alone.

Hamilton is in a valley and thus good days and bad days stay more often here. It has been bright sunshine. In fact, too bright and too sunny and I intend to use my Fujifilm Digi camera and take some awesome pictures soon but last 13 days out of 14 I have worked and thus just recovered from a powerful anti-histamine driven sleep. It's a quiet day at work as most people are tearing their hair on Xmas shoppings for loved ones and relatives. I remember going to buy slippers from Santa Cruz with Renu and Shobha. This was in Bombay when Bombay was called Bombay and not some new political name.
The Santa Cruz Market is where all the footpath is filled with cheap, fresh vegetables and shoe stores on the street and those were the days when Gola shoes were hot and Bombay was clean. Santa Cruz was where I did my kindergarten and we would go the beach on full moon night when it was the norm to eat rice porridge that was cooled by the moon and the waves would go crazy.
The shopping we did in Santa Cruz was for Diwali where you could buy sweets, crackers, toast sandwiches, lemonades, slippers and chappals and bhel and sev puri on the street.