What's in the middle

 Recently, something rather peculiar has popped into my head, and I’m wrestling with it like a cat with a laser pointer. As someone who follows comedians religiously and attends comedy shows like they’re a religious experience, I can confidently say that laughter truly is the best medicine. Honestly, it’s helped me navigate the ups and downs of life—who needs therapy when you’ve got stand-up? Now, I’ve always felt that celebrities have a bit of a duty to set a good example. After all, they’re practically role models, whether they like it or not. They’re blessed with fame and fortune, so why not pay it forward by supporting good causes? Even if it means backing someone who isn’t exactly the crowd favourite, it shows us middle-class folk where our hard-earned cash should be going. But here’s where it gets interesting: comedians have a unique role in society. They’re meant to make us laugh about all sorts of things—both the ridiculous and the serious. So when some of them start to speak

A Journey of Gratitude and Rediscovery: Embracing Humanity Beyond Borders Living in sunny California has been like winning the lottery of life, and I’m incredibly grateful to call America my home. But let me tell you, my journey here wasn’t exactly a walk in the park—more like a marathon with obstacles! After 14 years of sweating blood, tears, and a lot of cash, I can finally say I’ve assimilated into life here. But oh boy, it hasn’t been without its challenges! Despite all that, I genuinely appreciate the opportunities the USA has given me. Let’s get one thing straight: no matter how much I’ve integrated, I’ll never forget my roots. Being born in England is like having a secret superpower! I get to enjoy the best of both worlds—living in the USA while spending quality time in the UK to care for my dear mum, who has dementia. This keeps me connected to my birthplace, even if I sometimes miss my fish and chips. Recently, something eye-opening happened. My mum’s carers, all immigrants, w

 Everything Comes in Good Time So, here I am—a person who didn’t do her GCSEs or A Levels because I was a child of trauma. Fast forward, and now I’m strutting around with a computer science degree, a sports science diploma, a biomedical diploma, and a laundry list of fitness teaching qualifications. Seriously, if there were an Olympics for collecting degrees, I’d be the Usain Bolt of academia! I’ve traveled the world, worked as a personal trainer, and even tackled Google’s project management courses. Oh boy, I guess I’m the queen of studying! Maybe I’m just trying to make up for not going to school in my younger years. Either way, learning is my jam! Now, let’s talk about my ten-year quest for a green card. It was like a never-ending episode of Survivor, but with fewer rewards and more paperwork. With all my shiny qualifications, job hunting was a breeze, which definitely helped my green card journey. But here’s the kicker: as much as I wanted to dive into a career as a marriage therap

  Finding Humor in the Chaos of Faith and Family Ah, the age-old question: do we really know the people we’re with? My mum met my dad when she was just a sprightly 21-year-old and decided to marry a man she barely knew. Talk about a plot twist! It’s like signing a lease on a house you’ve never seen—exciting until you find out the backyard is a swamp. Initially, things were okay. My dad had a few quirks, like a secret stash of addictions that my mum, bless her sweet, innocent heart, chose to overlook. It’s a classic case of “if I don’t see it, it’s not there,” right? Fast forward, and things took a turn for the worse. Picture this: a lovely Indian lady living in a soap opera, complete with physical and mental abuse. Not the kind of drama you want in your life, folks! There were times she had bruises and black eyes that looked like they were painted on by some sadistic artist. And let’s not even talk about the hospital visits for attempted suicide. I mean, I once caught her drinking blea

Celebrities Endorsing Politicians: What’s Going On? Okay, let's talk about it—celebrities endorsing politicians. What’s wrong with this picture? If some of them are hesitant to come out of the closet with their political views, maybe they know they're doing something wrong. I mean, come on! If you’re blessed with fame, a platform, a voice, money, status—you have a responsibility to act right in society. Some people might say, "Well, they’re only human." Sure, you're human... but with millions of people looking up to you! Young girls, guys, men, women—they all follow your every move. So, let’s be real; you should be held to a higher standard. Look at what’s happening in the world—people are being insulted just for where they come from or their accent. Is it suddenly okay to throw out horrible insults because of someone’s background? No! If you support a politician, stand by it; own it! Don’t fear that your paycheck might take a hit or you’ll lose some respect. I th

  Kamala Harris: A Reflection of My (Somewhat Chaotic) Life Kamala Harris: A Reflection of My (Somewhat Chaotic) Life You know, every time I hear Kamala Harris speak, I can't help but think, “Wow, she really reminds me of me!” And before you roll your eyes and say, “Oh, here we go again,” let me clarify: I’m not a liar. Nope! I’m not dishonest, either. I try my best to stick to what I say, even if it sometimes feels like I’m trying to juggle flaming torches while riding a unicycle on a tightrope. You see, I’m a listener. If someone says something that makes sense, I’m all ears! I mean, who doesn’t love a good debate, right? I soak up knowledge like a sponge at a water park. I listen to my peers, my mentors, and anyone who’s ever been in the same room as me and has a hint of wisdom. So, when I see Kamala Harris tackling issues that resonate with me, it brings up memories and “triggers” I thought I had buried deep in the “never to be opened” box in my mind. Spoiler alert: those bruis