Love for a pen

Some stories are meant to be written with a particular pen.

And I have decided to write all my stories for few coming months with this pen.- Cello papersoft

I am actually not branding a pen here while in one way I am definitely doing so.It all started that good moment when I borrowed a pen from my cousin for a minute or two at my uncle's place which I got to visit on my trip to India this year.
While I am that sort of a person who when borrows pen try to make sure not to walk away with it as it is usually the case. People just walk away in conversation taking the borrowed pen along, to never return it back. And this good way I have often lost some of my favorite pens.

When I say favorite, I mean that when I write with a pen for a longer time I tend to develop a bond with it and go emotional about it. Crazy I know. and when someone just walks away with it, I feel that was not really a great thing to do. Hence when I borrow a pen I make sure I just return that back thinking the other person could be one of my types who have actually developed a bond with his/her pen.

So I borrowed this pen from my cousin and when I wrote with it, I was like flattered with the kind of writing that came out with it.

And I went emotionless to betray my cousin and slipped it in my bag and literally stole away. And I actually did that. And it has been good three months that this wonderful pen of mine is still with me , creating stories(particularly grocery lists) and literally sharing a bond with me.

Fearing that the ink would run off anytime now, I have got a stock for it through one of my known dears coming down to Jacksonville from India. More stories to go written with my fresh stock of pens.

A word of thanks for those lovely people who got these for me.

Why are you giving me that look ?

Cakes all the way !

This post comes post my birthday to share the fun I had on blowing out cakes, eating and sharing them, using them as fruit and chocolate facial, and also the bummers my mother is through for preserving them in refrigerator.Here comes a picture essay which would tell a lil more .

Pineapple cake .. Pineapple cake is neday my fav. being the least sugary and very light to have.. This was by my brother .. 

This came as the first cake at 12 night , brought by one of my friends. Choco Chip.. Too yummy it was .

Strawberry Cake.. This too reached me at 12 sent by another friend of mine .. delivery boy could not spoil the taste anyway, what so he did to its look .. 

Infact it looked the most beautiful .. 

Here comes one home made even .. by my maami .. This is date palm cake ..  Ravenously eaten .. 

Chocolate Vanilla by my cousin .. 

 Each is so different from other !

This came as a sorry message from one of my dearest friends Amneet Kaur Jhiethe for forgetting my birthday  ..  Chocolate Truffle .. Thanks for forgetting .. :P  Super Cake. .

And I really had enough of them just posing even .. 

It was happy indeed ! :)

Eye-kohl and the waiter

There can not be examples enough to instance that at job, how one is required to be spontaneous, have a sharp presence of mind, be clear about what he perceives and putting it across in simpler words. Though these sound like to be very necessitated traits for anyone working on this planet, an example would throw more light on it.

I have this one funny incident to narrate,self-encountered one, in the majestic state of Goa which thoroughly would justify the capacities of a restaurant waiter in all aspects I aforementioned. 

A gang of gals, 5 in number was on a trip to the state of Goa. And getting ready in morning was ideally an affair of few hours only.One of them being myself is an easy bundle of nonsense and an invitation to laughs. A very dear friend of mine had one of the many varieties of eye kohl which is used to decorate eyes. Putting it like a line over the eye lid,usually called eyeliner, gives a good look. So one morning I told her to put that on my eyes too. And as she did her job, to fine tune and balance the amount of liner over both the eyes, it grew thicker in appearance and my eyes looked charcoal-ed  rather than beautiful.

As we were in hurry, we got down and started on for the day in our taxi. Seated in taxi, a glance in the hand mirror did not satisfy me with my friend's work on my eyes and I told her that I want to take it off. We were like lets do it at the breakfast restaurant.

Restaurant menu

they looked beauties ...

As we landed to feed our tummies, I rushed to the ladies room to wash off. But the basin there had no mirror. I came back to the seated gang and asked the waiter to which rest of the ladies were placing an order "I could not find any mirror over the basin. Is there any other around. I want to look into the mirror."

Reading my face, and my so baffled expression, and the amount of eye liner over the eyes, and my such strong urge to take it off, and my expression that stayed “Oh! I look horrible”, he jumped to say "Haan Madam, Thoda zada to ho gaya hai [Yes Mam, It is little more ]”

I was like ... Actually Dot Dot Dot.

He looked simple, sober and innocent.I tried ignoring as I did not hear to save myself from the embarrassment and fun the gals would have poked on me, behaving like no one heard.

But all of us had heard it. And we together exploded into laughter, And one of us was offended a bit more than anyone to say " We can get him thrown off his job. It is not done" And we could see behind how his manager was dealing with him.

And the phrase “"Haan Madam, Thoda zada to ho gaya hai [Yes Mam, It is little more ]”, we carried it all through our trip, exclaiming it every next moment and laughed like blazes.

Had the lady on his other side been in abundance of attitude, the impact surely could cost him a hell heavier, I suppose. But  as I said, he was spontaneous, and read that expression on my face so sharply and was gutsy to put it in such words. I was rather impressed at his honesty of expression, at his innocence and naiveness of not knowing  much about the world and its how-to-dos.

After taking off some of that kohl ..