FFF #20 You Ruin Me

Tuesday brings the flash fiction event hosted by Matt the Book Blogger. I love this challenge, I’ve taken part in them since Matt stared this challenge! Flash Fiction Foray, or FFF as we lovingly like to call it is a challenge where Matt gives a song as a prompt,,and we need to write a 100 word flash fiction piece based on that song, be it the name, the content, the emotion stirred up by the music…

This week, Matt has chosen ‘You Ruin Me’ by The Veronicas…

It’s funny, but I know I’m getting older now, as I hardly recognise newer songs by the name or artist… Yet I listen to it and think “Oh! That song!” And that was exactly what happened here with this one!

Check out the original prompt here.

Bought

What did you do? How did you do it? At what point did your tentacles, masquerading as love, wrap around me so tightly that I couldn’t wriggle free?

You give me everything, I know. I don’t want for anything at all… apart from your affection.

But now I’ve grown accustomed to this life… All these things…

I want to walk away, I really do. I want to feel the freedom that the others have, but I just can’t take that first step…

You ruin me, and all my good intentions, with every new wrapped gift box you bring each night…

Thank you and goodnight!

Chop Chop!

I went for a haircut the other week… my longer curls have made way for much less hair!

Here is the blowdried, ‘like you just stepped out of a salon’ look… because I had just stepped out of one!

wpid-2015-10-30-21.48.19.jpg.jpegAnd another shot!

wpid-2015-10-30-21.47.04.jpg.jpegHubby hates it when I get my hair cut… he loves long hair. I do too, but I find after a couple of years, I just need a change, so I get a large amount chopped off.  He also is not a fan of the straight haired Ritu either! But I have to get the whole salon effect.. after all I can’t be bothered to spend time doing it myself, straightening my hair every day.. no no! I have far too much other stuff going on!

wpid-2015-11-09-21.27.34.jpg.jpegAnd here is the washed and dried normal way, Curly Ritu is back!

wpid-2015-11-09-21.27.45.jpg.jpegI have to admit, much as I like my straight look, I much prefer the curls… what about you?

Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge #70 – Crane & Gold

 

wpid-haiku-challenge-image.pngOh yes, you know it’s Monday when the haiku start flowing! Ronovan’s weekly challenge had hit, and boy is it another doozie this week! Ronovan, with these words, you are really testing us!! Check out the challenge here.

The prompt words this week are Crane & Gold. The lovely Ron encouraged use of the thesaurus to really get into these words this time, and I have to admit I was flummoxed to start with, but I came up with two….

Mane

lionHis halcyon mane

Enhanced by the fiery

Orb that is the sun

Happy New Year

big benThat golden moment

We all crane our necks to see

Big Ben chime midnight

Ritu 2015

Hope you like them!

And this week Featured is…

I iz featured!!! Wow! Thank you Carolina for deeming my blog good enough to be the featured blog on your site this week!

…but you’re ok…

Racism…

I don’t really think I’ve ever been a victim. Well, there’s not any real incident that I can recall in my 40 years on this planet, that makes me fume and think, “How offensive! Someone’s just been racist to me!”

Then I think a little deeper. It’s not always just cut and dried, is it? I can clearly recall a conversation at 6th form, when the girls in my class were 16-18, starting the whole pub/club social life, and a certain girl, who I always got on well with, was commenting on the cab drivers they always seemed to get. “And they are always those greasy p***s! [to me] but you’re ok!”

All through my school life I was a minority. In a private girls school, and for most of the time, I was the only coloured skinned girl. A meek, quiet little Sikh girl. I’d never experienced any differentiation from my classmates and friends, though as we got older, most assumed that Ritu wouldn’t be out in the evenings (which was true, I was a good Indian girl!)

So, that comment, I laughed off, saying that geographically that was incorrect anyway, I was not Pakistani! And then I didn’t really think much of it… But, some people may have taken extreme offence to the comment.

Again, cultural stereotyping hit when I went out with some old work colleagues for the first time. So, we were showing party tricks, and when it was my turn, I, ahem, showed a lovely way of folding your napkin, to make it look like a male appendage (flesh coloured napkins made it all the more effective!) and someone exclaimed, “Ritu! We thought you were a good Indian girl!” Well, actually, yes, I am, but I’m also human too, born and bred here in the UK, grown up with the same surroundings as your average Brit ( with the Indian/Kenyan masala thrown in!)

I’ve always been taught to be a tolerant person, educate the ignorant. If someone has a question, however silly, about my culture or religion, I’m happy to answer it, if I can. I’d rather someone felt they could come to me and ask why my ‘people’ wear those things on their head, or what am I wearing that bangle on my wrist for? Or my favourite, ” How come you have so many uncles/aunties/brothers/sisters?” (Extended Indian family! A great thing! One to post about later,me thinks!)

My best friend, and someone I think of as a big sister, is Muslim, and over the years we had many comments thrown our way, about how come a Sikh girl and Muslim girl could be so close… Why not? I’d ask. We’re all human. I don’t check people’s cv’s before befriending them! Her family are like my own, (yes, I know, as if my extended family isn’t big enough already!) and when I go there, I respect their beliefs, as she does ours when she’s with us.

After 9/11, again, I didn’t really feel any negativity, but my Dear Pops, with his turban, had a few small incidents, where the ignorants assume all turban wearing Sikhs were Muslim like Bin Laden. And my brother, with his huge mixed bag of friends, seemed safe, out and about. Had he been in a group of Asian lads though, it might not have been the same.

Maybe we’ve been out, and someone has thrown an off colour remark in our direction, but I think selective hearing just kicks in, as I just tend to smile at the person and carry on whatever I’m doing.

So, have I experienced racism? I’m not sure… Ignorance definitely, but with a smile and with my words, I hope I have helped some people along the way, educated them so they don’t ‘tar’ all communities with the same brush used for a select few (extremists anyone? From any/every religion/culture)

Your thoughts….

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