Bollywood Queen

If you have had any opportunity to read my other blog [potentiallynaff.blogspot.com] you would know that these next few weeks are-and will be- driven by what seems like an innate desire for me to be Indian.

This Sunday is Holi. As the Indian festival of Colour, Holi pretty much involves wearing white and getting pretttty mucky! 


The first photo was taken at my very first Holi festival. My beautiful Hindu friend Nish introduced our flat of Freshers to the world of coloured powder and - to be honest- to say I loved it would be an understatement. We ran around gleefully outside of Suffolk Terrace by the lake, looking like colourful pixies!

This second photo was taken almost exactly one year afterwards. My second Holi celebration took place, quite peculiarly, at night. I was back with the freshers during my semester abroad in Australia, and although the white t-shirts were still donned, and the coloured powder was a must yet again, throwing coloured dust around in the dark coinciding with a night of heavy drinking, and hitting the town afterwards. As the photo below reveals, we didn't manage to get changed or washed before hitting the nightclubs of Australia's capital!!






But my affiliation with all things Indian doesn't seem to end at Holi. After attempting to make a potato curry a few nights ago, I have been popping in to the local Indian newsagents to buy Naan bread for a few nights now. I have also signed up for 3 Bollywood dances at the UEA International Party AND am taking an Introduction to Hindi class at Norwich's very own Jarrold's department store next Wednesday!?


In the meantime, I am writing an essay comparing Plato and Shakespeare's use of ambiguity, which is keeping me somewhat rooted to European culture and the whole 'degree' malarky that I should be concentrating on!!


With only a matter of weeks to go until the end of my undergraduate degree, at least I am trying hard not to waste a single moment... even if I do change my nationality in the process!