I am the Indian girl.

So it was the time of the year where my family and I celebrated the festival of lights.The last I wore a Lengga during Diwali was when I was a kid (about 7 or 8).I would usually wear a top and a my one and only pair of jeans.This year,however was completely different for me.The night before Diwali,I told my mum I wanted to buy a Lengga.The Lengga is the short top (usually Lenggas have sequins and designs) and along skirt.\

I never liked wearing Punjabi Suits either.Punjabi Suits are more commonly used than Lengga because it's easier to walk.

Insert are pictures of Lengga.

The Lengga that I wore to my grandma's house was a pink one.When I entered the flats,my aunties and uncles were surprised.

"Wah,so pretty la you Savitha (my Tamil name)!,"my aunt exclaimed.My uncles and cousins were equally surprised.And then when I looked around I realised that I was the ONLY one that wore a traditional Indian costume.

Well,I'm back home now and I thought about the Lengga.I realised that traditional Indian costumes are so richly designed (sequins and the embroidery) .These are all my traditional costume.It depicts who I am.I am an Indian and I am proud of it.I am proud of the Tamil language (though I am not fluent at all).But I am learning.Indeed each race has its own identity and it's up to you to unleash the beauty of it!

A pic of me wearing my lengga next to my cousin bro.

There are times where I get depressed and sad.There are times where I need someone to talk to.Sometimes,friends are kinda disappointing.The only person whom I can turn to is God-the Big Man up there.

And then I wish that Jesus was in his human form.I would run to him and embrace him and spend the whole day just talking to him.I would tell him "I love you,I love you".I picture myself talking to him,telling him about my ups and downs.I imagine him holding me and hugging me.That ideal picture is so vivid in my memory.

The reason I like to be alone sometimes is so that I can talk to Him.But I'm in my home now.Want to go wandering around in this neighbourhood?I peep through my window,see the cars lining up bumper to bumper.Drivers honking their cars from all direction.Maybe not.

No,the best place would be the beach.I need to hear the sound of the waves.I need to feel my legs sinking in the sand.I want to lay down and tell God everything.Of course I can do it here,in my bedroom or in the back room.But it's nothing like nature,so richly created in the palms of his hands.

I need the beach!!

A view of the beach in Port Dickson

What's life without taking a risk?

My mum used to teach in a boarding school in Seremban (Kolej Tunku Kurshiah).I remember asking her a few questions about the students there and all.She told my dad and me this

"There was one class whom I thought.The students there were all bright and they all took risks."

For a moment,I wondered what kind of risk they took as students.And then my mum further explained that they were the bold ones-they entered all sorts of competition and they were all very adventurous" .

So here I am in KMM (Kolej Matrikulasi Melaka),thinking about how to get my co-curricular marks.Since I came in late,there was no way I could represent KMM in running.Danggg!There goes my hopes,flushed down.

And then my co-curricular teacher entered our class and he told us this
"Sesiapa yang ingin menubuhkan apa-apa persatuan,mesti mendapat sekurang-kurangnya 30 orang" .And then I remembered that all the other clubs had enough members.Some societies were even full.

This is it,I told myself.I will start a club.How?

So I went to the English Unit,and saw this Indian teacher.I told her that I wanted to start an English Club.She agreed to be the teacher advisor while the head advisor was Miss Brenda atfer speaking to the Head of English Department.

But the most important thing was the numbers.How was I going to get 30 people?

So Nala and I went aroung sticking colour papers all around the blocks.We even gave an announcement.

Big Man up there heard my pleas,and soon after that,girls came to my room and started signing up for the club.Well,there are 50 people now!Woah!Thats a lot!

Thank you Lord.You heard me.I was delighted over the number of students who signed up(though there are only um,10 boys).

And now,I have to think about all the activities to be carried out during semester 2!Ahhhh!!!