Today is India's birthday, (well, it is over here still, in the GMT-zone - in India, its tomorrow, and people are getting on with their lives).
I'm a little bit Indian. I'm not exactly sure how Indian exactly, because when your family is part of the lower echelons of the Anglo civil service of the Emparh, intermarrying with the locals is something you try to downplay. But I am a little bit Indian, I've seen olde, (like, really olde), family pictures with huge turban'd Punjabis standing in the background, (people who my grandma would begrudgingly concede were her grandparents/uncles/whatevers).
So, India has a bit of a place in my heart. I do still have relatives living there, so I guess I have some kind of link... I'm not one of these geneologically-inclined people, hell, I'm not even inclined to enjoy the company of my living relatives, I really need to be nagged quite a lot to ring any kind of "grand"-"parent" or anything. But yeah, other people know them, so there we are.
INDEED! Ahem... sorry. Indeed, its often been a little dreamlet of mine to move in with my long lost relatives in India, and chillax in a little corner of anachronistic Anglo-Indian Raj. I may even retire in India, (I have ethical issues with retiring in a nation with such a demographic skew towards the elderly).
But the whole thing is, that without the events of 1947, I just would not have been born. The whole 'Quit India' kafuffle, my grandma wouldn't have moved back to Blighty, never would have met my granddad, so, I wouldn't be there. So, um, thanks Gandhi!
In other news: my accomodation for next year is looking more sorted out than ever! So when I get moved in there, I'll wire up my scanner and I'll start treating you guys with the occassional doodle. But that's not until October, so holdeth not thy breatheseses.
Goodbye! And namaste!
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