India was my home,
Now my home is called Little India
In Singapore, people always don't smile at me,
I don't know why
My other friends from India also say the same,
They say these Singaporeans think we all bad
I know this is true,
Becos the lady living near where I work,
always don't allow her son to talk to me when I smile or say hello
One day, I was washing Block 238 at Toa Payoh where the lady live,
I wash outside her house then I saw her watching Hindi movie
The actor in the movie was beating his wife and son using slippers
I hear the women say to her son, 'See indian men all bad'
I laughed. Now I know why she don't like me,
She see too much Bollywood movies and think we all bad people who smell and drink like mad
But the thing is, I'm from Tamil Nadu and not Bollywood,
She should just blame the Bollywood movie directors lah!
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Literati 2 - 8th September 2006, Substation
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Bollywood Saved My Life
The smallness of my world
Widened through the lens
For 3 hours on the weekend
I am transported, India.
Lovely faces greet me
Embroiled in their tragic woes
Shoes I would never wear
In the ordinaryness of my life
Spice of life, there is sweet and sour
A bitter pill to swallow, good and bad
Forget them, lose yourself
For the 3 hours on the weekend
Escaping my daily grind
A date, India
A break - yes, Bollywood saved my life.
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