My Nationality: South African
My Race: Indian / Asian
My religion: Islam
That makes me… a Muslim South African, but…I’m Indian by race. Got it? Good!
I’m a odd Indian. I don’t eat spicy food. I don’t do curries. i don’t do pickles.
Heck… I don’t even have chilli powder on chips.
Yes, babyfood it is!!!
Maybe I’m fighting some sort of cultural dilemma coz I’ve stopped cooking Indian food, and I’ve even stopped dating Indian men. o_O (that’s a story for another time)
Latest encounter with NHC , involved a conversation about eastern wear.
NB: For those who don’t know what i look like, this is NOT a pic of me

- What is a Sari? This is a Sari
I love it…….. on other people
i will never ever wear a sari. I’m horribly afraid that I’ll be clad in one only to get caught in a car door or escalator and it will unravel, leaving me nude. Knowing my luck and series of unfortunate events, if its going to happen to anyone, it will be me
why? Coz the universe likes to screw with my sanity:)
My Sister The Labrat was brushing up on her Indian languages as part of preparing to leave for India, to complete her masters research in collaboration with a research institute there. In the space of a few months Indian words replaced a lot of normality in our conversations, and texts.
Mwah became Choomma (kiss)
LOL (laugh out loud) became DKKH (dhil khol ko hasso: open your heart and laugh)
It has become so unnerving coz I’m making up songs in my head in foreign languages. Mostly its bits and pieces of things I hear that turn into earworms, plaguing me for days on end.
Recently I’ve been dreaming in other languages. I can hardly speak gujjarati and I’ve not spoken urdu in years… I mean YEARS!!! My dialect is very rusty. However… recently I’ve been encountering more and more Indian words, Bollywood movie titles and Indian phrases on blogs…
i.e Legend lives on, Concerning MJ, Ideasmith, are just to name afew.
The classic one this week was :
Ijar Khol ke Naach!
Means: open your pants and dance!
Source: Dirty Virgin’s word of the day on Aasia’s Musings
I laughed long and hard at this one.
Fighting linguicide, (linguicide? Death of language)
Lady
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Hey,
Thanks for the mention. My very “guju” friends Taz and Shabz and their mom’s are trying to educate me in the way of the “indian”
Their philosophy is even if I have only one distant indian relative, I am indian by default.
But its great learning the lingo, because when I stay over or visit, they only speak Gujurati, so it helps me
You are a very strange indian. I’m waiting for you to open your pants And dance;) you won’t get unwrapped in a Sari. Use safety pins:)
Its ijaar khol NE naach..
And mmm if u want to brush up on any of em languages, u can call me..
LOL
Indian phrases on blogs? Maane wot?
And errrr…I didn’t realize that you were Indian. Thaauzzzand apologeezz.
So I found a sari… then my husband says, he doesn’t think I should wear it. He not very keen on the midriff showing
Nielfa… Try a fitted long top instead of a sari blouse. Most muslim women opt for them as it covers the midriff