Meet José.

When I first came to Denmark, I was curious about an author Danes talked about ALL THE TIME – José Andersen, a distinctively foreign name in a sea of Jensen, Hansen and Larsen. Meet José.

What a fine looking man! If nothing about his looks imply few drops of blood from sunny places where boys are named José, it is because there isn’t. He is Hans Christian Andersen, the author of our childhood reading staples of Thumbelina, The Ugly Duckling, Princess and the Pea etc. Danes call him by his initials ‘H.C’, which in Danish sounds like ‘Hoe. Zay Andersen.’

We went to Odense at the end of 2011 to visit our friends K & C , to bring in the new year with them. Situated in the island of Fyn, it is Denmark’s 3rd largest city. It looks like Copenhagen’s shorter, malnourished brother- which is a compliment. It comes from an excellent gene pool! It is a place where fairy tales and crime collide. It is (was) home to H.C Andersen and currently has the highest crime rate in Denmark. Must be the fairy tale karmic cycle of no-happily-ever-after-without-a-sad-before. 

I have often read about how H.C Andersen lived in a poor quarter. Look! Poor quarter.

Isn’t it pretty? Old historians had no idea what they were talking about, or they didn’t imagine that what they call ‘poor quarters’ would one day be prime property. The city has of course changed, but this area where author’s old home stands, has been kept intact as a heritage site. So it still looks like what it looked like to H. C. Andersen. 

His childhood home, now a museum. 

Not your wife till you put a ring on her, not your house unless you put your name on it.

One more picture H.C Andersen’s old neighbourhood. Wouldn’t it inspire you to write fairy tales as well?

And, by the way, Denmark wants me to remind you that H.C Andersen was Danish. If like me, you are a foreigner in Denmark, the Danes will not tire of reminding you. I am doing my duty as a resident. 

PS- voting is still on. I don’t think I will win, but please vote and make me lose spectacularly!

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Do it for the fatherland.

Here I am, rubbing sleep off my eyes now and then to write about how my husband’s name rhymes with something that rhymes with pik, or about how India is not a cause,  writing in defense of the Danish pastry, or about the resident eunuch in my house, and about how to live with dignity in Copenhagen … some of you actually read it. Some of you go further and nominate me for awards. What is wrong with you? So good for my self-esteem though. 

And now, this blog is nominated for an award in the - The top 100 international exchange and experience blogs-2012. Thank you bab.la and Lexiophiles. And thank you anonymous readers who nominated me. You have excellent choice :)

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? VOTE FOR ME ALREADY!

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Click the button above. NOW! Scroll down, down, down – you will find me under ‘The Love Immigrant- She Talks Like June’ Voting is open to everyone until February 12, 2012.

If I make it to top 3, not only do you get the *ahem* privilege of reading an award winning blog, you also help me win education packages for children from  SOS children villages sponsored by Lexiophiles. Best prize ever, isn’t it ?

Psst…do it for the children…it has absolutely nothing to do with how much I want to call myself an award winning blogger. OK, that was pushing it a bit too far. Let me try again- If you think I am the “most exciting, inspiring, open-minded blogger writing about his or her experience abroad,” show me love and vote for me. Adjectives theirs, not mine.

Yes you too, you, who comes here searching for, cyclist ass crack’, ‘Danish men’, ‘look ma no balls’,  ’pussy club Copenhagen‘…I hope you found what you were looking for and inner peace. Take some time out from your genteel pursuit to vote for this blog, will you?

*UPDATE* This blog made it to no. 32, an excellent first step to world domination, don’t you think so too? Thank you for voting for me. 

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Weather Report

This used to be my umbrella….now sacrificial appeasement to the Nordic winds gods. “Mary Poppins!”, a friend said. I guess, Mary Poppins doesn’t buy her umbrellas at discount stores. 

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