Indian Samurai इंडियन सामुराई

This is becoming too much, I can’t hold it anymore! I have to tell about my landlady.

Anyone in India for some time will know that being a foreign tenant in India is not easy, especially a single white girl. I had my share of crap.

My previous landlord asked me “who was the guy” staying with me – not to ask sleeping with me. Well, it was my brother, visiting for 5 days… I could have slapped this idiot.

So, basic rule: forget your privacy. Yes, your business is also your neighbours’ business.

Last year I shifted because my landlord was asking for unfair increase of the rent and I didn’t like it.

I found this very nice flat, decently priced and on top of that, owned by a nice funny lady, catholic and NRI (Canadian citizenship). Finally someone who would understand me!!

My f………… ass!!

So now, a few extracts of our correspondence…

You go on the balcony and you are suddenly face to face with a giant lotus. 

And naked boys (statues!).

One fine day, they send you to a hospital for a shooting.

Last Friday (Eid), I decided to enjoy the first sunrays of the end of the monsoon by lazing on a bench on the Bandra promenade (Carter Road).

And here I was. My (recently washed) hair in the wind, my aviator sunglasses on my nose, Sweet Things by U2 playing at maximum volume in my cask. I open my eyes, the sea, nothing else. And then, a head pops up. Then a bare ass. Then two hands pulling up a pair of trousers. Then a second head, a second ass, a second pair of hands.

Fuck man.

What about poetry??