• On wrapping a gift

    The Write Tribe is celebrating a two week festival of “creativity and inspiration”. Unfortunately I am unable to participate since I am participating in family festivities that centre around the wedding of a nephew. Gifts are essential to a wedding and totally inspire me to be creative while wrapping them.

    In fact I am so spurred on to make the present attractive that my girls call this syndrome my “Samsung gift syndrome” after we spent a good ten minutes unwrapping a Samsung product only to find that the machine was way smaller than the box and far less impressive looking than the cover on the top. My intention is not to make the gift grander than it is but to make the whole presentation a ‘wow’ moment. To this end I’m always looking for material to wrap gifts : ribbons, laces, netting, gauzy fabric, papers, bows,flowers and all kinds of bags that I think will make a  pretty present.   
    So this morning I wrapped up the gifts for the bridal couple in this chocolate brown wrapping paper with a dull gold motif and then jazzed it up with a brown and gold ribbon. Simple but effective isn’t it?

     I am participating in the ‘Ready For Rewards’ activity for Rewardme in association with BlogAdda.

  • With Hubby Dear back in town, we decided to go for a walk on Sunday. It seemed as though many people had the similar idea as the promenade was more crowded than ever. Marine Drive which is quintessentially Mumbai always attracts hordes of tourists and I was surprised to see a group of saffron robes monks amongst them.  


    They looked pretty much at ease in their urban surroundings and on my way back I was surprised to see one of them taking selfies on his mobile phone! Obviously these monks are not too detached from the world.

    The promenade has several vendors of roasted corn , spicy chana chor, gaudy pink candy floss and sickeningly sweet ice lollies. Despite the swachchbharat campaign ( in fact there were a few volunteers from an organisation promoting cleanliness but these girls did nothing apart from sporting their organisation’s jackets and gossiping in clusters ) there were some empty bottles and paper strewn around. It was no wonder then that these crows had a feast day on these leftovers. 


    I am linking this post to Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge . This wonderful group of bloggers is participating in a two week festival which sadly I can’t participate in because I will be caught up in my own festivities of a family wedding. However, from time to time I will visit my blogging friends and see what they have to write about especially since I will be in Bangalore over the weekend.

  • I remember Miss Mistry’s sharp nails scratching me as she rapped my knuckles with a ruler.

    “F sharp!” she would tell me, her voice a semi-tone higher, as she explained ” the scale of G major has the F note raised a semi tone higher!!!”

    I never really understood why learning a different skill required a different language and have always been baffled by “secret codes” like bidding in Bridge, culinary terms in cooking, tongue-twisting names in Yoga  and important sounding words in managerial jargon.But then, I suppose that would de-mystify everything and make everything really easy! So I learnt that two horizontal parallel lines crossed with two vertical parallel lines is called a SHARP and would feel very important and smug that I could identify and name this sign.  And this is what I thought the sign was called for the longest time till  someone came and called it a HASHTAG.

    That really sent me on another spin.

    So what’s with the hashtag?

    Well, you use it so that it can be picked up by search engines explained Zo, one day while going down in the lift. (He,of course is a whole generation younger than I am and doesn’t know that a hashtag is what I learnt was a Sharp.)

    What?

    Do you mean to say that there are machines that are tracking your every word and actually making a kind of reference grid, pairing the matching words?

    Yes, explained the young boy who was trying to get me to understand what Twitter was all about. So, I asked him, do I have to tweet  #wanted a #tutor to explain #twitter? if I wanted to find someone to explain what it was?

    Before his withering look could silence me forever,  we reached the ground floor and he made a quick exit!

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