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my life - as it isWEIRD - CRAZY - OPTIMISTIC - FRANK - CAN DIE FOR CHOCOLATES, JALEBI'S AND PAANI PURI - TREASURE THE PEOPLE IN MY LIFE - SCARED TO LOSE MY LOVED ONES... May 09 wait.Its said 1message recieved. She opened it with a smile in her eyes to see what the message was about. She read the message. The smile left her eyes. April 19 two continous days...Past two days gave me another reason to be grateful to this exchange programme. And
past two days made me realise again, that meeting people sometimes
becomes the most important way to know about something you were the
most ignored about.
I knew about Western Sahara and Morocco issue before coming here, but just that Morocco had occupied Western Sahara, and nothing more. And I'm being honest about my ignorance, not proudly though. Yesterday, I had time to talk to B. I had met him earlier and
spoken little, but did not know as much as I got to know yesterday.
He's an FK participant and comes from Western Sahara. He is from the
Refugee camp in Algeria for the Saharawi's from Western Sahara who
could not stay in their homeland because of the occupation by Morocco
and the discrimination by them against the Saharawis. His experiences
were something I might remember all the time.
He was born there, and this camp is
there for the past 33 years. The refugee camp is one of the most well
organised camps in the whole world, but people live in mud/sand houses.
The temperature in that desert is commonly 55 degree celcius and during
rainy seasons, they have no homes, as most of it is taken away by rain.
There have also been instances of people dying due to the collapsing of
the house when they were inside it. There is only a primary school
there, so if anyone wants to pursue higher education, he/she should
leave their family and go to Spain, Algeria, Morocco, Cuba as most of
these countries provide nearly full scholorship to Saharawis, but not
Morocco. He left home when he was 12, and has been studying in Algeria
since then. Saharawis are discriminated in Morocco when they are there
for education. They are even tortured, physically.
And here he was talking and having presentations in
order to make more people aware and join the campaign to get saharawis
the right to self determination. UN does not have a mandate again. Yesterday, I was off, with the United nations class, to a place
which was once Concentration camp during 1941-45. Loads of thoughts
came into my head, loads of questions and loads of chill. It was weird
being in some of the rooms in that building, which is now a memorial
and a research centre. We had a very interesting orientation session
and then had a pretty interesting discussion on Human Rights. I wish to
write more of this, but I plan to do something with regard to this
later, so I'll put up more experiences later. But one thing I can never
forget, is the chill I experienced walking in the forest which was
nearby, which was once the burial ground of all the innocent lives
which was taken during the Nazi period here.
They were two great days and now I'm happily occupied doing my project work (note: I'm happy doing it). And I'm looking forward to Tuesday on meeting people who are going to give us a little more insight about Sri Lanka. April 16 for the 15th time...714 million registered voters will vote today for the 15 general elections at home. How many actually vote? And how many actually vote with a conviction or a belief? Is it time to have blank votes or are we doing perfectly fine and our politics is going just the way we want? the A of my life...I suddenly realised that i miss A more than I thought i did. Its amazing how people have the power to affect you. Can be simple as getting you to smile, and can be as simple as making your whole day a miserable one. But is it people who do it, or do we let them affect us. Back to the good part and the happy part now again... Its been 8 months I haven't seen her (nor the others) but I think i haven't been in that much touch as I would have. I failed as well at sometimes to keep in touch, and expected her to be on facebook more even though I knew her very well and her appearance on facebook. But leaving aside all those, its beautifully fantastic feeling to suddenly check my inbox in the morning and get messages like ''good morning vandy'' and it just makes me smile. I can never know how much i knew you. I don't know if I know you very well, or if i know nearly nothing about you (I think i know you more than that...) but you've been one person who's made a lot of changes in me. I had written a long mail and I recieved a long reply from you (the first one amongst the group I wrote too.. well, it was like just the next day). It was nice knowing wats happening with you, cause at sometimes, I just dont know wats happening with you, and I want to know, cause I know how your head kinda works.. so, everytime you send me a mail, its new things on your head, and its amazing to know how a person can think about so many different things. I've learnt my spontaneity from you, trust me. And I am so thankful for that, cause I realised I was tired of thinking and doing stuff. You are one of the most impulsive person I've met :) You've made a difference in my life, in your own way and I don't think I can ever tell you how it is for me, but its been one of the best for me. I don't know if you will be there when I get back (I'm hoping you are) but I completely know you :) so, I wont be surprised if you are in a completely new place. But i'll just let you know one thing, I will wait to meet you, and I don't know when it'll be, but i'll call you :) you're one of the persons I never wanna lose touch with, and remember that, cause if you lose touch with me, I'll scream at the top of my voice (and you know how it sounds like...) I'll call you once i'm there. dont change your phone number :P April 12 rwanda Shooting Dogs, I saw it agian last night with G and K, here in Skien, and we all felt the anger again. How can anyone do it to the other human beings. How human are we eventually? Or, how animals are we actually? What difference does the colour of the skin make? Why do differences lead to deaths? And why is there sometihng called as United Nations? Background
April 6th, 1994
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