/* The Growing Pains Of A Slightly Bent, Not Broken Sunflower: April 2006

The Growing Pains Of A Slightly Bent, Not Broken Sunflower

It's all about me. This place is where I can express myself without being scared of censorship or that kind of shit. I am politically incorrect. I have an opinion about everything and this is where I spit out my venom. The views here are completely mine and are biased. If you don't like it, dear friends, foes and fans, I sincerely don't give a fuck. Read further if you want, but be warned... I'm crazy.

Friday, April 28, 2006

This post is dedicated to our Shakeel G, who got me addicted to "This Year's Love" by David Gray. That song made me cry and feel shitty a whole day. I think it's the saddest song ever- sadder than "Bohemian Rhapsody" Actually the song is the soundtrack to a movie called "Crazy/Beautiful"- a must see! It's a real romantic movie. Sweet and everything. You'll cry and laugh when you watch it. Anyway, our Shakeel is a bit mad I think. I keep telling him to shave, cut his hair and wear braces so as I can introduce him to my best friends (Laeticia Casta/Cindy Crawford) but he can't be bothered... At least I know I tried yeah? Put your heart in David's hand, sail away with him... What will be will be... Just sail away! I know I'm talking drunken gibberish. The rest of you, enjoy "This Year's Love" by David Gray.

This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on
Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife oh yeah
If you love me got to know for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
So whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last

Thursday, April 27, 2006


It's not gonna be long before I start screaming shouting and pulling out my hair. Vikram gave me a palette of 5 different tones on gold and brown. It was the best eyeshadow ever. I chipped a bit on one of the colors a few months back. Arsha dropped it on Saturday and 2 colors crashed. I was trying to clean up the mess when the whole thing fell from my hand. Look what's left of it. it's written Pacific UK at the back but when I try and access the cosmetics section of the page, I can't reach it. How horrible is that? I'm going to scream. NOW. It was my favorite, my favorite. CAN ANYBODY UNDERSTAND THAT? Vick, hope you're reading this. Hint hint.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

This is a nice song. I love it. I used to sing it aloud when I was younger. I know you hate the word Hunybunny but it's a great song, really. And I'm not trying to make you understand anything. Clear?
Bitch- Meredith Brooks
I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one
Chorus:
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing
Chorus
Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me
Chorus
I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way

Friday, April 21, 2006

I'm about to read the autobiography of the cutest guy in sporstbusiness. Cutest? Have you gone mad girl? Jonny Wilkinson cute? No... No... I'll tell you what he really is. He's the sexiest- look at his thighs and arse when he runs. If that's not sexy, what is it? Cute? No way! Jonny can I play with your Sword? Ehehehe

Thursday, April 20, 2006


We live in times of lies. Blatant lies. Anyone can call Tony Blair a liar. Or Bush or even Colin Powell for that matter. They know they are liars, the public knows they are liars, and they know we know that they are liars. Yet they lie. Plus they stay in office.
But lies are always a "handmaiden" offense. They're "servants" in the employment of some other deeper offense that they mark and mask. Usually theft. In extreme cases, lies hide very serious crimes, even war crimes. But also they often mask various forms of social behavior the doers themselves find shameful, things ranging from sexual encounters to drug-use. But all lies, whatever they hide, always hide some other offense. Which is why we have to challenge them. We must expose liars because they do harm, in themselves, by destroying trust, and also because we must find out what specific other offense the liars are masking, at least so that we know its degree of gravity.
Bush, Blair and Colin Powell told lies so that they could invade Iraq. Their lies cover for what, without the lies, is war crime. And, in this case, there is another layer. Why the war crimes ? Behind empires lies theft.
So, as Ray Charles' mother puts it so aptly in the film Ray : " Scratch a liar, find a thief. "
* * *
Why would the authorities want to lie about how much Chikungunya there is ? Well everyone knows the answer : the tourist industry is sensitive to epidemics. Who wants to come to paradise at the price of a few weeks of hellish joint pains afterwards ? So, why not hide the Chikungunya instead. Deny it. Sell the tourist packages for profit and without reference to the illness. Why not lie.
Scratch a liar, find a thief.
So, the authorities lie on behalf of the hotel industry. MBC tells us that the epidemic is decreasing just when we all know it is spreading faster. All of us see it in our workplace. Children see the spread in their class. We all see it in our extended families. Then the Ministry seems to give orders to no longer diagnose Chikungunya. It can, incidentally, be diagnosed by a test or by clinically observed symptoms. The Ministry then announces that there is another illness just like Chikungunya going around, but that it isn't Chikungunya. This illness, unlike Chikungunya, floats about in the air of its own accord. It is not mosquito-born.
They tell us all this as if we were half-wits. As if people don't know the broad but mostly clear difference between influenza and Chikungunya.
But the lies work. They work not because we are half-wits, but because we all share in the desire not to make the tourist industry collapse. We collude. We want to believe the lies. We don't want our friends to lose jobs in yet another sector.
But, the effects of this opportunism and of these lies on the part of the authorities may turn out to be what causes the catastrophe. Ironically, the first victim of the catastrophic effects of lying-for-profit will be the tourist industry, itself. Nothing makes an epidemic spread faster than hiding it. The famous Luchino Visconti classic Death in Venice was set in a tourist-dependent Venice where the authorities had to hide the very epidemic that could only be combated by exposing it.
We have all noticed that more and more people are now spreading the rumour that Chikungunya hasn't got anything to do with mosquitoes. You hear it justified by all sorts of intellectual acrobatics : Minister Dulloo, standing on TV announced that there had been so much fogging and cleaning-up done in his constituency that there were no mosquitoes left. Therefore there is no Chikungunya. But the fever, the rash, joint pains and swelling cannot be willed away as easily as that. There they are in Poudre-d'Or and Grande-Baie. In front of our eyes. A neighbour, a family member, a friend is in bed with Chikungunya. So, then we must believe that Chikungunya isn't spread by mosquitoes. As if M. Dulloo or anyone else in the universe thought you could eliminate mosquitoes in so short a span of time, with so superficial a mobilization.
Logic ?
Others pronounce, " If it's an epidemic, it cannot be spread by mosquitoes. " Their assumed definition of "epidemic" is what's faulty. Yet others say : " Mosquitoes don't bite me. I got Chikungunya. Therefore it is not spread by mosquitoes. " This error presumably based on the fact that many of us have no reaction to mosquito bites, neither an itch nor redness, and we've made this statement : " Mosquitoes don't bite me " throughout our lives and don't intend to be dispossessed of it that easily. Someone even told me, though I don't follow the logic : " Five out of five people in a family related to me have all got it. Therefore it cannot be Chikungunya. " A non sequitur. Or a barmy idea that the mosquito could run out of its supply of virus after say two people in one family.
Curiously, in Reunion these rumours were spreading like wildfire about two months before we ever heard them in Mauritius. The colonial authorities obviously did not have the credibility to convince people what the illness was. People insisted it was just in the air.
Now, it seems the authorities here haven't got sufficient credibility either.
And for all of us in the public, how much easier it is for us to believe it is not a preventable epidemic ? How much easier for us not to have to go out, find and eliminate mosquito breeding grounds ? Haven't we got enough troubles as it is ? Without having to go out and put kerosene into old tyres ?
But, if we don't continue to mobilize fully and fight mosquitoes, in particular their breeding grounds, stagnant water in which each female lays 400 eggs at a go, there will be a massive epidemic of Chikungunya, and the tourist industry will suffer very badly. Because a fully-fledged epidemic will no longer be "hideable". As it was no longer possible to hide in Reunion, where the tourist industry has actually collapsed.
About the deaths, there is clear manipulation now in Mauritius. Someone dies. He has Chikungunya. They put his death down to encephalitis. But in Reunion they have found a link between the two. Three people who they say take drugs die. They all have Chikungunya. They put their death down to hepatitis. But in Reunion they have found a link between these two, too. If the figures for AIDS were kept in this way, no one would die of AIDS. You only die of AIDS-related infections. And in the end we would all of us no matter how we die, be able to have as cause of death that our heart stopped beating. The death statistics must be kept in the same way as for all illnesses. The reason for recording "cause of death" is to follow epidemics so that they can be controlled.
And there is other collateral damage.
Firstly, now that the Minister has announced that Chikungunya has more or less disappeared, is he telling the few unscrupulous private doctors to go ahead and inject their stock of 24,000 cortisone injections into unsuspecting patients with fever and atrocious joint pains ? Thus perhaps putting their lives in danger. Cortisone suppresses the natural defense mechanism of the body against things like viruses.
Epidemic of rumours
Secondly, the authorities lose the little authority they had. If the Government hides the figures, which it clearly is doing, surely, people will think, it is not reliable on the causes of Chikungunya either ?
And here is the danger.
The "epidemic of rumours" about Chikungunya is perhaps more dangerous than the epidemic of Chikungunya itself.
Especially when science and the pharmaceutical industry are these days heavily discredited. Research is controlled by Governments and Universities no more. It is run by private, profit-makers. And they are the biggest "liars" to cover being the biggest "thieves" in the whole world. They sell everything. And they sell almost everything on false pretences. This product makes you more popular and this one makes you younger. That brand name makes children cleverer. That one makes them healthier. Talk about superstition.
Even the control of the United Nations system, even the World Health Organization, is gradually being taken over by private multi-national firms. Which may explain the hideously dangerous line taken by the WHO chief who came to Mauritius and began the infernal process of demobilizing people. Announcing that the epidemic had been "exaggerated". One wouldn't wish it on anyone, but maybe he just doesn't know what he's talking about. Anyway, all the Ministers quote him endlessly in their campaign of denial. In their campaign of hiding the figures. In their campaign of pretending there's another Chikungunya, which isn't Chikungunya. And which isn't spread by mosquitoes.
And thus demobilizing people and exposing the country to a truly massive epidemic. While exposing the very industry it was trying to protect, the tourist industry.
Lies are always dangerous. We need to get to the bottom of them.
Lindsey Collen
Lalit member

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

I've wanted to do this since quite long. There's this movie called Love Actually- really romantic and everything. I read the book, actually the screenplay, fell in love with it and wanted to buy the movie. But before I actually bought it, my little bird sent it from the UK. There's this Love questionnaire that they made the actors fill in, and I thought it was really sweet and thought about answering the questions myself. So here goes. (This is gonna be funny)


  • Who was the first person you ever loved - and how old were they and you?
  • The first person I loved was Jason Bassant. We were both... uh... 7 years old. He was so cute. It was at school. I told my then best friend about it and she took the mick outta me all the time. I actually met him on chat last year and told him about it. We had a laugh.

  • Who was the first person you loved in the movies?
  • John Travolta in Grease (Danny Zucko) I thought he was the sexiest thing ever (not that I knew what sexy was at that time) The movie came out in '78 and I wasn't even born then. We used to watch it on video when I was 7-8 years old. It was fab.

  • What is your favorite romantic movie of all time?
  • Love Actually wins hands down actually! Cos of the Christmassy atmosphere and all the love and everything. And I also like Notting Hill, A Walk To Remember (I still have tears in my eyes when I think of that movie.)

  • What is your favorite romantic song?
  • Tough one... I love everything by The Backstreet Boys. But there's also Moments by Westlife cos of the opening lyrics- "If I die tonight, I'd have no regrets, if it's in your arms, I know that I was blessed, and if your eyes are the last thing that I see, then I know the beauty Heaven holds for me. But if I make it through, if I live to see the day, if I'm with you, I'll know just what to say. The truth be told, girl you take my breath away, every minute, every hour, every day. Cos every moment we share together is even better than the moment before. If every day was as good as today was, then I cant wait until tomorrow comes." One word- FAB.

  • What's your favorite Christmas song?
  • Eh... Jingle Bells.

  • What's your best ever Christmas present?
  • It's my yellow mechanical truck with a crane on it, hands down. When I was 7-8. I loved it so much- I played with it all the time. I had a thing about trucks as a child. Wasn't very much into dolls. My mum tells me I used to pester my dad for him to take me see the trucks everyday when they were building around in my town. And my dad told me the names of the different trucks in French and I'd go look them up in the translation dictionary so that I went "Grue- Crane" and other names I can't remember. I had a schoolbag with Bobcat on it while other girls had Barbie or The Little Mermaid. Hihi.

  • And what is your worst?
  • Has to be Mickey Mouse. See I got Minnie one year and I asked for Mickey the next year. My dad and mum decided to leave the Christmas shopping to the last minute and I got a small Mickey cos all the big Mickeys were outta stock. It's an eyesore, cos Minnie looks like Mickey's mum. Which is stupid. The guy should always be taller or same height as the girl. My mum should have never gotten me tiny Mickey.

  • If you had to have sex with one British Primes Minister, who would it be?
  • Definitely not Maggie. I don't like girls much. I don't know loads on British Prime Ministers cos I haven't been around much (I'm 21) Well definitely not John Major either- huge glasses, thin lips? Ergh... DORK. Tony Blair then.

  • Who would you have as your naked stand in?
  • Jordan (Joke joke!) Eh has to be whats her name... Drew Barrymore.

  • Is love actually all around?
  • Yeah, yes it is. I know you're reading this. I just wanted you to know that I'll always love you.

Monday, April 17, 2006

In loving memory of

Vinod Lukeeram

Who passed away on 17th April 1986

20 years have elapsed since you left us for heaven.
And though time has passed,
It hasn’t dried our tears.
The pain of your loss,
Keeps lingering on;
And the memories remain.

As each day passes,
We are consoled by God’s love
And are always reminded,
You are with Him above.

Life is not easy without you,
Though we trust in God’s Will;
The truth remains,
That we miss you so much,
And you live within our hearts…

With Love,
From: wife Shanta and sons, Kevin & Ashvin.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

If you read my blog you'll get good luck. Otherwise you'll be royally fucked. Just read it and don't ask why. Otherwise you'll surely die.

Thursday, April 13, 2006



In Loving Memory of

Survesh Juddoo
(31.01.76 to 13.04.04)

Two years ago today,
You left us for heaven.
Our lives were changed forever;
It’s still hard to believe.
And though time has passed,
It hasn’t dried our tears.

Your passing left an emptiness,
That no one else can fill.
We think of you each moment,
Our hearts are grieving still.

Sometimes it seems forever
That you’ve been gone away;
Sometimes it seems we saw you
Only yesterday.

Our thoughts will always be with you,
Our love will never end…

Couz, We Love and Miss You!

Kevin, Ashvin & Aunty Shanta.

You’ll Never Walk Alone Couz…!

Monday, April 10, 2006


My apologies for the bad print quality- L-R- Pregie Armugan; Ashley Jeeawon; Vidisha Gungadin; Yannick Couyavah- 4 talented students of the School Of Design (IVTB) in the exposition of the multiple facets of the City Of Lights- Curepipe. It's on at the Malcolm de Chazal gallery- Lakepoint. Congratulations kids!

Sunday, April 02, 2006











Here are some of them. Enjoy