What a real nice time.............

Sunday evening i:e 30th April happened to be a bad time while having my dinner 'coz of the sister. After this, had a chat with Akanksha & Suchi (for short). All of a sudden it was decided that I and Suchi would be going to Mysore the next day being 1stMay. Akanksha not interested in traveling had plan with meeting up with her frnds in B'lore itself.

So I & Suchi set off the next day around 7.30 am to Mysore. Had not enough money, so decided to draw some from the ATM, went to the machine, inserted the card, gave the pin number, gave the amt to be withdrawn from it. Bad surprise waited. My card got captured!!!!! by that dabba. the screen read something like "card captured...bla bla bla.... welcome to ... so n so. bank". Bullshit..... it captured my card and says WELCOME?!?!?!?!?!?!?

No other way, had to borrow some from Suchi. Till date I have not got my card 'coz it goes to the branch in my native.

Left majestic at 8.30 am n reached Mysore at around 12 noon. Had our lunch (not satisfied with the quality) & a film role for my camera. We love photography :-), Nothing was planned as to which places we would be visiting in Mysore till we reached there. I had already been to this place 4 yrs back. Suchi was new to this place. After some enquiry about places worth visiting, we set off to the Mysore Palace. Did some photo sessions there :-p . Afternoon was too hot there, but pollution too less compared to Bangalore.

The next place was to Chamundi hills, one of the sacred temples in South India. Had spoken to Anjan while on the way to Mysore. Suchi had talked to him the first time. Then she had a shaitani idea of making him maamu. It was successful while on the way back to Bangalore. Suchi pretended to be the RJ Nisha of one of the music station. Here goes their conversation (somewhat like this.. J)

Nisha: - Hi, am I speaking to Anjan?
Anjan: - yes... (Wonder who it is.)
N: - hi Anjan, this is Nisha, how are you doing??
A: - fine but I didn't get who you are.
N: - I m Nisha, RJ of so n so radio station, we are running the Program called Frndz, where in people ask for the dedications to their friends.
A: - no, I don't think so; you are trying to fool me. (After some conversation. Anjan is on the laid track)
N: - Anjan, actually I got your number from your friend called Preeti, she said she is your friend.
A: - ohh. So Preeti gave you my number. (he had seriously started believing after my name
was being revealed to him.. hahahah 'coz Preeti never thinks of such things to fool others :-p , he thinks Preeti is too innocent.. hehehehe yes he is right!! ) We could hear him say.. 'Mom!! I am on AIR!!!
N: - so Anjan, Preeti said you sing and play guitar very well.. Can u sing a song for her?
A: - no, sorry, I don’t sing, .... I was a part time guitarist.
N: - then why don't you play guitar.. most of the population is listening to u in Bangalore.
A: - sorry I could have played guitar, but I don’t have one around right now.
N: - ok, why don't u dedicate some song to her?
A: - (after some thinking), I would like to dedicate Stair way to Heaven by Led Zeppelin
N: - (hahahaha... not aware of the song) we don't have that track in our studio Anjan, could
you please go for some other song??
A: - ok, errrrr... In the End by Lynkon Park.
N: - ok Anjan, we will do that for you, infact Preeti is online... Would u like to speak to her???
Me not able to bear this funny thing going on burst out laughing apologizing him at the same time... my God!!!!!

After all this Anjan says... ‘I felt some one is trying to fool me...'

Best part of this was that..... during this conversation, some of his family members were there, n later when they came to know what happened, they too had a good laugh; one of his cousins was rolling on the floor I suppose :-D

First meeting with him will be discussed later after Mr.Anjan takes the initiative.

Me and Suchi still think abt this incident when we r together... and have gud laugh.... anjan... plz dont mind.... ;-)

Pradeep's day

It's Pradeep's B'day today!!
Many Many Happy Returns of the Day Pradeep...
God Bless you and Preeti too... heehehehhe

One thing that always comes to my mind when ever he comes in my mind is .. .... he is such a personality that any stupid... brainless girl will definitely fall in love with him.... I can write this on a bond paper n sign it....
THANK GOD!!!!! I am with brains.... :p

Expecting to visit him in Hyd .... probably this month end....

I love this!!!!!!

wow!!!!! the wheather is sooo romantic!!!!!! :-)

I am here in the office, just opposite to the window.... not able to find the tall building in Frazer Town (which is always visible)... due to the heavy rains...
Feel like covering my self in a blanket and go to sleep..... or eat hottt samosas ......
hmmmm... cold breeze gushing thro the window.... headphones singing (hehehe) Enrique's songs in my ears...... I simply love this.....

The 4 + 1 Kanyas in my Room

“Jhalak Dikhlaajaa….. Jhalak Dikhlaajaa….." , went the song in the radio when I was happily climbing the stairs returning from the office to the hostel. Surprise!!!!! I saw loads of luggage at the door of my room. Some new inmates I guessed…. Ya… I was right… 3 gals had come. ‘chalo…’, I thought…. ‘ new company in the room’. Till then me, Maha & a school teacher whom we call Aunty had been living. Now here were the new additions. Before the kanyas, I spoke to their moms. They were busy supervising the place their daughters were supposed to live. I assured them saying everything was gud, the stay, the fud, the facilities… bla…bla… bla…. They left the place after getting convinced. Another gal made entry in our room the next day.

I didn’t have any grudge on any of the gals, within 3 days, they started showing their real colors. Infact this aunty had made our living miserable, to add to this…. here they were the 4 hopeless kanyas…. with complete support from this aunty. They leave the hostel by 7 in the morning. Me and Maha around 9. These kanyas get up at 5 or 5.30 & purposely disturb our sleep. They open and close the bathroom doors, the cupboard with a thud. Even the buckets are kept making sound. I requested one of them not to make the noise.. but one of the gal whom I call 4 foot asked, ‘should I do it in a slow motion’.

Maaaannn….. I hate that 4 foot. I feel like reaching my hands to her neck. The other 3 gals are OK in their place. They infact are her chamchis. If she is not in the place, the other gals are bheegi billis. Really… this 4 foot has a lot & lot of ego in her. Only I don’t say this, the whole of the hostel gals support my sentence. To add to this they put some special effects which increases my temper. They are not at all hygienic, manner less, no good communication. They eat in a plate whose shape is like the ones given in jails. I was wondering the company which hired them didn’t find any other candidates or what. Now I don’t have any value for that company also. They even break many rules of the hostel.

From the day they have come I and Maha have lost our sleep. They have crossed their limits.
If they had any topic to speak about us, it would be in Tamil. They assumed we don’t understand, I don’t but Maha does. My translator would translate each sentence and tell me abt their conversation. Once it so happened that one of the kanyas saw Maha speaking to the maid in Tamil. She stood there with her mouth wide opened. The news spread to the other gang members by evening and since then they have stopped talking abt us. Bahanda photo gaya na ke Maha understud Tamil….

Preeti is a budding shayari (hope word is correct) these days…. The sole inspiration & motivation being the chaar foot. She uses so many cosmetics to become fair (she is basically very dark). Other gals in the hostel call her SNOW WHITE. The way she scrubs her face reminds me of how ppl scrub the wash basin…. The way she luks, the way she walks….. my god!!!!
Ok, here goes the shayri….

Toh arz kiya hai…………. “Koi ladka agar mere place mein hota….. aur uske nakhre jhatke dekhta……”
(say wah wah plz……. Thank u)
“Koi ladka agar mere place mein hota….. aur uske nakhre jhatke dekhta……,
Behosh ho kar bechara, phir kabhi nahi uthta..”

Howzaaaaaattttt?????
I enjoyed sharing with Maha. What laugh we had!! Infact I said this in front to f the char foot. I donno if she understood…..

There is open partiality n politics going on in the hostel. Even the sister is not gud with us these days, she is supporting the gals who are not to be supported.
The so called aunty is a school teacher for name sake. I donno wat she is teaching the children there. Once she was telling me, “ molle…. you go & live in a PG or a hostel where your people live (she meant the ppl of my caste…. hopeless she is….) you will find your fud there too…”. Never expected such a sentence from a teacher who should be teaching about unity……..

What do u have to say????

Never take risk while drinking

Forwarded Messssssssage....

When I come from office in the evening, wife is cooking.

I can hear the noise of utensils in the kitchen. I stealthily enter the house. Take out the bottle from my black cupboard. Shivaji Maharaj is looking at me from the photoframe. But still no one is aware of it. Because I never take a risk. I take out the glass from the rack above the old sink. Quickly enjoy one peg. Wash the glass and again keep it on the rack. Of course I also keep the bottle inside my cupboard. Shivaji Maharaj is giving a smile. I peep into the kitchen. Wife is cutting potatoes. No one is aware of what I did. Because I never take a risk.

I: Any news on Iyer's daughter's marriage??
She: Nope, she doesn't seem to be that lucky. Still they are looking out for her.

I again come out; there is a small noise of the black cupboard. But I don't make any sound while taking out the bottle. I take out the glass from the old rack above sink. Quickly enjoy one peg. Wash the bottle and keep it in the sink. Also keep the Black Glass in the cupboard. But still no one is aware of what I did. Because I never take a risk.

I: But still I think Iyer's daughter's age is not that much....
She: What are you saying? She is 28 yrs old...like an aged horse
I: (I forgot her age is 28) Oh Oh...

I again take out potatoes out from my blackcupboard. But the cupboard's place has automatically changed. I take out the bottle from the rack and quickly enjoy one peg in the sink. Shivaji Maharaj laughs loudly. I keep the rack in the potatoes & wash Shivaji Maharaj's photo & keep it in the black cupboard. Wife is keeping the sink on the stove. But still no one is aware of what I did. Because I never take a risk.

I: (getting angry) you call Mr. Iyer a horse? Ifyou say that again, I will cut your tongue...!
She: Don't just blabber something, go out and sit quietly...

I take out the bottle from the potatoes. Go in the black cupboard and enjoy a peg. Wash the sink and keep it over the rack. Wife is giving a smile. Shivaji Maharaj is still cooking. But still no one is aware of what I did. Because I never take a risk.

I: (laughing) So Iyer is marrying a horse!!
She: Hey go and sprinkle some water on yourface...

I again go to the kitchen, and quietly sit on the rack. Stove is also on the rack. There is a small noise of bottles from the room outside. I peep and see that wife is enjoying a peg in the sink. But none of the horses are aware of what I did. Because Shivaji Maharaj never takes a risk. Iyer is still cooking. And I am looking at my wife from the photo and laughing. Because I never take a risk

Missing my family

Day had been a bit dull today 'coz of the cold I have. Why wudnt i catch, i had an icecream on a very hot afternoon..

Tomorrow is Ugadi, one of the important festivals. Will be missing my family. The special fud, the mixed fruit juice... slurp.... :-)

Thinking of dad n mom.. I have some incidences which really make me miss them a lottttttt, they are nearly 600 kms far from me. :-(
Dad had always been strict... but during some circumstances, he would be more than a friend to me.

It once so happened that I met with an accident on my way back home (4 yrs back). A drunkard was coming opposite to me (was very near to me) when I was on my 2 wheeler... Wanted not to hurt him, so tuk a sudden turn, and the next second i saw myself skid with my vehicle, ditto like the skidding style of Hritik in Kaho na pyar hai.. when the villans will go to kill him.

Managed to shout a couple of words at the drunkard..... who danced away as if nothing had happened. How bad the feeling was.. my fav dress got damaged. Couple of ppl came to help me, one even asked whether he cud drop me to my home. "Its nearby", was all that i muttered to him. Somehow managed to reach home. My feet was badly hurt. Everyone in my home were shocked.

Weeping was all I cud do at that time. Dad was trying to calm me down. First aid was done by mom. Still kept on weeping. Dad knew my weakness. He immediately left his accounting work with tally, and went to the nearby bakery. He bought fooooooooooooooorrrrrrr biiiiiiiiiiigggggg pieces of chocolate cake :-p. My face was a sight to see. FORGOT THE PAIN FOR A MOMENT!!!!

"Dont give a single piece to anybody Preetu, have it all for yourself", was wat he said handing the bag to me. If I were alright and dad had said that sentence , I would readily had and finished it. But how cud I think abt it when my feet was bleeding???? Oh! how it hurt!!! But by seeing my dad do so much for me... the pain in my feet started fading!! Unforgettable moment. Really!!! Lucky to have a dad like him :-)
Recently he called me & asked,"Preetu, mom has made ur fav dish, shall I bring it for u?"
"What?", i asked surprised, "bring it for me? By travelling for 14 hours????". So sweet of him.....wanted to say that his words filled my stomach. :-)

Mommmm.... how can I stop telling abt her. I have troubled her a lott. But she maintains her cool. She knows... when her daughter is angry she will shout... afterwards gets calm. I still remember, the way she used to teach the rhymes to my younger sis. I was in the 4th Standard then. Mom doesnt know English, she is a kannada literate. She would ask me how to read a sentence of rhyme in english. After listening.. she wud write it in kannada... only the words i mean, not translating the poem from english to kannada. 'Coz of the studying interest she brought in my sisher, my sis is doing Engg E&CE. No doubt.. my sis is intelligent :-). After all... behen kiski hai??? :-D

I am missing my sisters too. How I used to wrestle with them... quarrel with them for silly reasons... but still I would enjoy all the hungama I would create for timepass (heheheh only sometimes).

I AM MISSING MY FAMILY...... mummmmmmyyyyyyyyy........... :-(

B'day Wishes Rohit!!!!

Rohit is one of the khadoos frnd I have. Every year I make it a point to wish him on the right day.But my dear frnd... my b'day being 11th dec.. makes calls on 10th, 12th, 13th, 14th or 15th... Whenever he calls me on my b'day i:e wrong day... he sounds as if he surpirsed me!!!! But later on he will be surprised after learning that it was the wrong day to wish me...Anyways... he will always be my dear frnd who will be tolerating me... :-)

Birthday Wishes Rohit!!!!
Not at all sorry for writing like this abt u.... :-)

Confusing the Computer and u all

Found this message when I was made to test a software designed by the company I was working for earlier. No, I was not into testing, but marketing their product.

For timepass, I saved the message using the Print Screen key and edited it in Windows paint brush.

It can be seen that both the buttons i:e YES and NO are activated. If really such a message had come when I was working with the software, and had pressed the Enter key, what would be the result??

Raj's Wedding...

"But R.. how will I recognize you? I have never seen in the snaps too..”

“Don’t worry… you come to the starting point of commercial street.. the handsome guy there will be me”

“oh hoo.. “ (laugh)

“ok ok, i will make it simple, I am in blue T-shirt and black jeans..”

“fine then, I will be ther” , I said.

Lt R is Lt XYZ’s close friend. Had spoken to him a couple of times, but had never seen him. He was shopping with his mother for his wedding in the commercial street. Wedding was held on 22nd Feb. He had wanted to give the invitation card personally and so.. the above conversation went on. Reached there after finishing my work. It was not at all difficult to spot a handsome guy on that street with blue t-shirt.

Got introduced to both him and his mom. I think I said to him, “Raj… I just missed u man, u r getting married so soon…” (laughs).

Mother and son invited for lunch, but I had some other work, so had to leave. Invitation card was simply great.

So 21st and 22nd gave me a break from my daily routine. Had been to R’s wedding, which was in Mysore near the Chamundi Hills. On 21st me, XYZ, Raj, his family and bachpan ka friend M left to Mysore during the noon time after having very tasty bisi bele baath prepared by R’s mom. The last seaters in the bus were I, XYZ, R, M. R had a lot to tell about his previous gal frnds.. but since his dad was eggjhaktly in front of us… he kept quiet. His sweetheart knows all his lafdas… hahhahh… gud… He has got a very good sense of humor. After some chatting, we let the Dulha to daydream abt his fiancé.

Reached the place at about 5 PM. The party was welcomed by garlands and the Dulha by a big bouquet by his sweetie. She’s beautiful. There was a function on the same evening. All the attendants were present , except some of us. We were busy in hunting for a good gift for him. So, had a long walk and returned with a big metal statue of a soldier with long weapon in his hand. We had instantly liked it and so.. tuk it. Infact XYZ is a real innocent chap( only at looks), very decent, and a real gentleman with positive attitude. Achha hai… The next day i.e. on 22nd the important day for R. We got ready and went to wish him.

After the lunch, some of us were planning to go to the hills, or the waterfalls nearby… I was suggesting OOTY ( since it was a couple of hrs journey. I LOVED THIS PLACE). But then the time wouldn’t permit ‘coz my jail gates close at 10 PM. So dropped the idea. R got busy with the relatives. Time for us to leave the place. So at 3 PM we set out to go. X.. was to go to Shimoga directly. The company I had till Bangalore was Lt K. A decent chap. More or less had the luks and personality of Uday Chopra. While leaving R’s frnds were hugging him… but the Dulha. Slightly pushing them said…"jao yaar jao… abhi meri biwi aayi hai….” All had a good laugh…

V'day.....bad day for Maha

V'day turned out to be a bad day for Maha(for short).

It all happened when she was returning to our den.. err.. hostel. She was nearby at about 9:30 PM when she was returning and met with an accident. An idiot on scooter went past her hitting her foot very badly. Saala, stunt maarne gaya hoga(sorry 4 te word used).

Till then I had finished chatting with my frnd using the waves. Wondered where she wud be at this time.. it was very late. Called her to ask where she was. I cud hear her weeping n say that she met with an accident. I waited near the gate of the hostel. The dog which was let loose tried all its tactics to go out. She couldn't walk .. she was too much hurt.

Akanksha's best frnd(heheheeh....her RM) helped me with some ointment and ice, that was nice of her. I didnt understand what to do. It was 10:15 PM then. I was unaware of the hospitals in Bangalore. Maha didnt wanted to go to the hospital, but I wouldnt agree to her. Was very confused as to where to take her. Got to know that there was one hosp nearby, but not sure whether it wud be open or not. Then came this girl called Akanksha. It was because of her I could manage to take Maha to a Hospital. She is really a sweetheart. Not a single gal was ready or said that she would come with us. It was only her who helped me.

So at about 10:45 PM we were out in auto heading to the hospital. She made Maha laugh even though the pain in her feet was unbearable. Reached the hospital and got hold of a doc. He too tried to cheer her up. After he left, I lukd at Akanksha, became a bit senti, and with a big smile on my face, i cud c myself hug her and say " akanksha.. tu kitni achhi hai rey....". Luking at this emotional scene... our so called patient Maha started laughing. What all this gal said to make her laugh. She is a jolly, lively kind of gal. I liked her(Akku.. dont fly in the air).

Later after that we left the place and reached hostel by 1 PM I suppose. Made here feel comfortable, but still she was not, coz of the increased pain. Doc had said to take the injections and the painkillers, but our intelligent gal refused thinking it wud be alright. Later did she tell me that she shud had taken the docs words. She was still weeping.

At about 2 PM she gave me a missed call (had told her so if she wanted somehelp). She forced me to take out one out of 2 belts, suggested her not to do so, but she wouldn’t listen, that was too tight for her feet. Removed it, then she fell asleep. Bechari... she wept till 3AM. Next day got up at 8. Went to her office and met her BOSS'NE. She was much worried abt the work than my frnd's health...how bad.....

She desperately wanted to leave to our native. She was sure I wouldn't let her go. So she went to the station, sat is the bus and said ' I m leaving'. She knew at that point no one could stop her. All I did was to fire at her....

Once again "Thanks Akanksha, for all that you have done. No other person would have offered the help and spoilt their sleep.... Thanks dear"

Birthday Wishes XYZ!!!

Its Lt.XYZ's B'day today i:e 14th Feb on Valentine's Day. Lucky chap.
Sometimes unlucky, 'coz he may be getting one common gift from his Valentine (if he has one) on these 2 occassions falling on the same day ;-)
Let's Wish him The Best Of B'day Wishes as well as Happy Valentine's Day to him and to all of u going thro' my Blog.

One Life saving Tip to those on the Mission on Valentine's Day

HOPE U ALL HAVE GUESSED THE OCCASSION..... YES, ITS FOR THE VALENTINES DAY.
THE ONES ON THIS MISSION, ONE TIP IS ABOVE AS SHOWN IN THE PIC.

Being Tagged

Being tagged by one Preeti to another Preeti is the result of this blog. Interesting game... felt I should continue it. It's all about writing 8 points one is looking for in a perfect person. Only 8 points???? I wasn't convinced... so here they go... more than 8!!!

Target : Male :-) (Obviously)

1. He should be practical, 'coz i m not....
2. He should help me in the kitchen, coz he may not like eating burnt fud...
3.Every weekend or atleast a month he should take me for a loooonnnngggg flight( if he is a pilot, 'coz i looovvvve flying... this wil always remain a dream) or else... long drive in my four wheeler ( to be purchased later ).
4.When i am busy and he is not, he should play with our kids.
5.Should not be bossy, coz 'i am' by nature...
6.Should not be of my frequency.... 'coz how will i get a chance to start an argument for time pass.....
7.Should be more a frnd than a hubby...
8.Should have a good sense of humor... 'coz preeti loves laughing...
9.He should be frank in his opinions and feelings, 'coz i am not at all comfortable with the hints.. not at all....
10.He should be sportive,friendly with everyone...
11.He should not impose any restrictions regarding my frnds who are guys....
12.He should be a music lover like me...
13.He should be romantic... mean to say... he should take me for a walk every evening in a calm place... or on the roof on a full moon night... or for a walk near the beaches after dinner.... ;-)
14.He should understand that i love eating pani puris than pizzas...

Now is the time to tag others... here goes the list....

Shanti

Anjan Kumar

Chints

Komal Kanth

The tagged ones.. plz bear with this...

I was a bit selfish in putting this in my blog... know why??? wellllll..... a person (male) who would come across these points and fits the requirement could contact me ...heheehehehe ;-)

Movie worth Watching

After mannyy days, I saw a film which was worth seeing. Had been with my colleagues, tickets sponsored by our BOSS.There is one dialogue which appears before the movie starts.. that's too good. I dont remember it.
As usual... Aamir at his best........(I hated his hair style),
A.R had done his usual very good piece of work by composing the music... simply superb.
Madhavan with his cuuuuute smile.......(so sweet ;-)) Hmmmmmmmmmm.... Madhavan..... Flight Lt Ajay shouldn't have died in the plane crash.. I hated that part u know? My eyes had become moist... first part of the movie goes good, but I didnt like the 2nd part much..but still, nothing wrong in seeing this movie... Just go and watch it if u haven't.

There is one sentence which Madhavan says to his friends when all of them are near the runway.. he says that he would go to that place and watch the planes fly till they disappeared in the clouds. I said 'me too' :-)

The Weekend

Friday evening...One of my bst frnd Maha.. fortunately, my hostel mate too, was leaving me and going to our native. She was getting ready.

Me: Maha... tussi jaarahe ho???
She: (luking at her image in the mirror, in style)Haan... main jaa rahi hoon....

Me:Tussi shauk se jaaoo....

She: Abbey, zyada naatak math kar...tughe main aane ke baad dekhungigi.

Saturday morning, I got up & started thinking as to what to be done for the weekends. Options were, I could go to my cousin's house, or A(who would be busy making up her new home), or drag R(who is always hibernating on his weekends), M(who is always busy playing cricket),P(who is busy with his books), Pammi(who always welcomes the trouble...hehhe...me) A & L(who get headache at the thought of roaming out...lazy gals..).... pakka opposite to me... or to my colleague's house...

At PRESENT I am not blessed with a guy IN BANGALORE with whom I could flirt around with. So.. I didnt have this option.. :-( had to carry on with the above ones. Made the plan and set out to my Cousin's house.

My eyes got cooled after seeing Shahrukh and Enrique Iglesias over the TV after many days. Had taken some sweets for her darling little daughter. At first the little gal refused to come to me, but later when she learnt that I was leaving... she put her hands forward..crying..insisting me to take her. I am that good with the kids u know?

Next day, took A with me to Pammi's house.... chatted for some time... regarding our Statistic's classes... we two were the gals who used to enjoy a lot sitting at the first bench, even though 3 of that subject's faculties were very strict. They knew we were GOOD GALs, so didnt say MUCH to us. She always tells me.."Preeti.. u spoiled me..." May be, because she was very innocent and decent. Moreover I got the compliment from my colleagues on the 3rd day of joining..." Preeti.. u r going to spoil us". I said 'great'. Atleast I am able to do something... :-) . Such compliments are difficult to get u know?

Heard some wanted songs of Enrique from her system to my heart's content. Later in the evening A & I got dispersed. By the time I reached hostel, all the gals had had their dinner and were in their respective rooms. None watching TV. Well missed out Mission Udaan due to the power failure. Later, I was the only person who was found in front of the TV. Remote was restless....

THERE IT WAS!!!!!! MY FAV FILM.... A HORROR ONE!!!!. Wahh!!!!!

After sooo many days I was watching one. Happiness knew no limits... THe room too was perfect. The room was big... TV just in front of me.... room chilled.... 2 big windows on the either side of the TV... lights of the street lamps falling on the disturbed leaves due to the breeze... the leaves of the mango trees reflected on the windows looked like the ghost's fingers.... all this was just perfect to make the room scary. HOW I ENJOYED!!!!!!

The day ended perfectly..... not at all wishing for the next day to be M O N D A Y.