MY JOURNAL (15th Apr – 22nd Apr) Week of Heaven and Chilling with my Bro and Bhabhi

MY JOURNAL (15th Apr – 22nd Apr)
15/04/09 Wednesday – Wake up at 4am. Leave Neha’s at 5. Amit and Rakhee pick me. Meet Bro, Bhabhi and the rest. Attendance: Anj, Amit, Rakhee, Ankeet, Avni, Bev (Bhabhi), Hems (Bro), Bevs folks, Divu, Ria, Kunjal, Sanjna, Aryan and baby Radha. Head out to Lake District. Pit stop, theplas, introduce bro to M&S Yum Yums. Mostly sleep till we get to Rookin House (www.rookinhouse.co.uk) Man the place was all fields and hills and sheep and horses and that refreshing smell of poo. Felt like I was in Masai Mara with less tanned folks :oS Check in and have a lil picnic and no Indian picnic is complete without theplas. Theres dogs and cats too! Anj so reminded me of Mathe. Get down to Go Kart/GP Karting in a circuit made of horse poo. Eat my dust? No, eat some random horses processed food! It was a wicked time and lots of laps. The place we got was amazing… couches, tv, long dining table, kitchen with all the necessary tools, 2 hobs and a dishwasher. Upstairs was bunk beds mostly. 2 bunks per room. I got my own room. So we do some nasto/snacks. Go for a walk around the hills and all. The sheep sound funny. Now while we were walking we saw this young horse and mom just messing around in the distance. After our walk chilled with the young’n, him and the dog seem to be running buddies. It was heaven I tell you. No ads hitting you, no drama or reality tv… until we got back and watched Apprentice hehehe. Oh and dinner was veg Khima. Props: To Avni for her music. Good old ol skool R&B (or what was then known as Swing), hip-hop and Michael Jackson. Note: The guy controlling the GP Kart laps and hazard bell owned the place. He bought it in full I tell you all those tons of acres so it’s all profit from here on out. Of course it costs to maintain the animals and lands but I’d do anything to trade places with him. As long as theres fast internet. Oh and the womens… cutie in recption, hottie in the stable, here a sweety, there a beauty, everywhere a babe babe… ol McDonald got it made. ;o) Notes: Connect 4, cards and jenga with the lil ones.

16/04//09 Thursday – Wake up with a sore lower back. Did I forget to mention the GP Kart track was really bumpy. Amit assigns teams so while one team was human bowling the other was doing the assault course. Both were knackering. More jokes and good times. Feast on lunch. Oh yeah our crew brought a lottttt of food… I mean I’m always up for a bite but had to decline a few times that’s how much. Told you… heaven! Over to Jacobs ladder… the rungs are so far apart you have to use a sling to get to the next one. Then climbing a tree, hitting a basket ball and leaving all the rest to your belayer… trust is needed. And finally the zip wire. It’s wicked but it ends too quick. I did mine in the meditation postion… hope the pics came out. Now the zip wire goes over the fishing pond and at the end you see American dad teaching 3 of his kids how to hook the worm, let the fish tire once its caught, slowly reeling it in, getting it in the net and knocking it the funk out with something called a preacher. Props: To Aaron and Caroline for taking care of us, sharing the jokes and good times. By now Ria and Aryan made friends with Lewis one of the kids of the folks that worked there. He was not only cute and charming and all those kid traits… he was very well behaved like oh and his accent just added to the charm. This time walk out on the road. Get back… I till time with Lewis (spelling). Another lovely dinner and Amit kicks of a multiple of 3s game where you have to say ‘pudla’ if it’s a multiple of 3. Then it kicks back if the digit ends with 3 etc. Note: The pudla actually comes from me saying ‘say pudla’ during picture taking but originally comes from Raj/Padi. (Pudla – basically savoury pancake) Just sounds icky. PUDLA! If you fail you have to stand up on your chair and sing or share an embarrassing moment. Bevs mom was blushing and getting all coy when her turn came and Amit amped the jokes with charas. Lol my bros was a 2 in one… I’ll leave it there unless he wants me to share lol. Over to another game called Taboo. Your team has to try and figure out the word you’ve been given but you’re not allowed to used certain connected words which are shown in the card. Then we have some close to midnight pancakes (not pudlas). Extra butter and nutella on mine please. As we finish up… Kunjal starts with the jokes. Good times. Happy bday to Bevs mom so more cake too. And finally Amit gives us some riddles… one had us thinking big time. Question: Ever been soooo knackered that you’re like lets do more and more till we just drop. Props: Amit, Rakhee, Ankeet, Avni and Anj for hooking everything up, feeding us and the entertainment. As lazy as I am even I was like… lemme do something to help out! Note: Connect 4 and cards with lil ones.

17/04//09 Friday – Shut up shop, pack, check out. Aw mother horsie have birth last night at midnight. Such a cutie. Leave. Stop at a view point. WOW!!! I mean like loch ness wow. Even the pictures couldn’t capture the entire magic and the pictures were sizzling themselves. Lakes at the foots of hills and lil islands in the lakes with single trees growing and folks in their waders fishing and rocky green hills with random houses scattered. I’ll say it again WOW! End up in Lanty’s Tarn Ullswater Lakeland for a leisure walk. I wouldn’t call it leisure but for the senses it definitely was a pleasure. More magic… it was like jumping sets from Lord of the Rings to Blair Witch or Braveheart and Cold Mountain. Oh yeah bought this 100 things to spot in the night sky and grow your own crystals. Hike and trek. Another gangsta picnic. We cleared quite a bit. Props: To Avni again for the choons. Now bro and I been sleeping away in the back till the pit stop. I just woke up and got out of the car and some big dude swore at me for hitting his car and got back in and drove off. I was like… good morning? (in my head). All gather at the HQ and it’s a pizza feast. Chirav and Madhvi come from Cardiff, drop me home. Bro sees my place (room not in the best state).

18/04//09 Saturday – Mostly clear email. Link with Viv for Battle of the Year. This sista came alone and she looked like a proper bimbo. Like the dressing and how she was looking around and all. Borehamwood, knockout.

19/04/09 Sunday – Viv hooks up onion and jalapeno burgers. The jalapeno one tasted like khicchi. Home sweet home.

20/04/09 Monday – Kasuku. Neha tells me funny story just like my encounter with the Indian midget. Over to G2K for the Jai Oshwal reunion. Man even though these folks were in my bro’s year it was good memories like P.A. and prefects. Hell I even met my class prefect. Murda and I used to fight over the prefects we had crushes on. She’s lost the chubby cheeks and glasses though :o( Reminisce, jokes, good and funny times. KP is in the house. Note: Skeletor. Abhi take bro and myself for a ride in his Audi. You can’t even feel the gear change… AT ALL! Get back and man my bro got some funny stories… I’mma try get them on Universal.

21/04/09 Tuesday – Late lunch with Baiju, Preeti, Bev and Hems. Wicked. Busses home.

22/04/09 Wednesday – I’m meant to be planning a dinner tonight for the cousins and buddies. Hope it works out lol. Chill with Genie in the garden. Link with Viv at Ilsa aunties, move bed. Dinner works out well. The Manager was really cool… I hear he gets so close and comfortable he actually said something along the lines of ‘shut the f**k up and eat’. Chilly beer. Cousins and buddies and jokes and food! And boy was I starving.

A Week in Heaven

(Since I’m gonna discontinue My Journal soon some lyrics will be from way back in the day so once again… if there’s emotions or drama in it… it’s all back in my tantrum times)
Chickoo fought me, made me tougher,
Love you for that my ni66a no matter what brah,
Aunties raised me, and whether right or wrong,
Streets gave me all I write in the song,
Oshwal grew me, had me skippin school.

Momma raised me, pop I miss you,
God help me forgive him, I got some issues,
Niki cleaned my ears, and she shampooed my hair.

I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong,
Yeah it’s goin past fast, let’s move along,
My lounge, that’s where I honed my skills,
Snoop made me believe the shit was real.

Chocolate puddin, cousins in the hood then,
Puffin on boza, drinkin papaya,
Shorty rolled with a nigga, ay spot,
Fish, Nemu, Raj and them ni66as, Avocado locked,
*** funked with a ni66a, whassup ha?

Oh, can’t forget Mini-Me in the main land,
He’s gone ’til November, how can I not remember?
Tell your moms I’m there for her and you know who.

Unless you was me, how could you judge me?
I was brought up in pain, y’all can’t touch me,
Police pursued me, chased, cuffed and subdued me,
Talked to me rudely, cause I’m young, rich like other muhindis?
And live in a movie, not livin by rules.

Gopis you’re still with me, shawties what did I say?
The time is comin, you one hit away,
Kims I ain’t tryin to change you, just give you some game,
To make the transition, to the soul from the fame,
My momma loves me, loves me, loves me.
Blueprint (Momma Loves Me) – Jay-Z (Cheap-thrill remix)