Tag: Life Abroad

Life in the UK. Too difficult to say goodbye.

Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

We lived briefly in the UK between 2003 and 2013.

A roller-coaster of a life, to be honest. A decent job, but low pay. Good food but expensive to stay in.

Two extremes of weather in a year. Chill in winter and hot during summer.

Clean roads. Good governance. Less pollution.

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth was the longest serving Queen in British history.

Her son, the heir to the throne, Prince Charles, is now the reigning King. It was ‘wow’ to see Buckingham Palace.

Big red double-deck buses were a delight to watch and travel in. Their time-keeping, spot on.

Football runs through the blood of people in London. The game is a new faith in the UK.

“Drinks will be on the house” – is how the owner of the pub treats you when his favorite team wins on a Saturday or Sunday.

The Tube will be free to travel through the city on New Year’s Eve.

We saw the PM, Mr. Cameron was once waiting in the queue with others to pick up his lunch in Canary Wharf. 

On his birthday in December, our son received his IDL stamp on his passport. That was a treat.

British Airways allowed an extra allowance for our luggage when we said we were traveling to India to celebrate my birthday in October.

The UK is the only country where we have had occasions to celebrate all popular religious festivals, including Christmas every year.

We would all look like Santa when it snows in December.

Though we have switched to life in India now, our memories still go back to those beautiful moments we enjoyed.

Life in the UK, therefore, is a phase that’s too difficult to say goodbye to. 

People who knock on bathroom doors and instantly try to open the door without waiting for a response, why?

When we (about 6 of us, number always varied time to time) were crowded into a two bed home in London on our first job, we didn’t complain. For finding a job abroad for many of us was a ‘dream come true!’

The bathroom was where we found we had had nothing to hide or cover up in a friendship. And imagine how tough to wake up at the same time & rush to report to duty at the same time.

So we used barge in and share the bathrooms too for our daily routine. While one’s taking a shower (of course with the curtain on), the other would use the loo or go for a quick shave or trims.

No one could wait to knock the door to the bathroom as we frequented the god-damn private space as though we were visiting a mall in Bangalore.

I haven’t said a word about how ghastly the scene was in Wembley when I had visited (as a guest) a similar flat where girls were waiting to use the bathroom in a never-ending queue. All inside Indian-infested homes in Western countries. So sad!

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