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What a strange title for a post. But that is the simple reason for my not having posted for so many days.

Do you know why I wear my Copper ring on my middle finger? Do you know the significance?

I really did plan to build a post around such a question. Let's just say that the idea and answer were equally dumb.

The primary reason was that I had a tiny guest over who demanded most of my time and attention. That meant my blog had to be neglected like a step-child. Kindly excuse the usage as it is the influence of having watched Cinderella and Snow White over and over again.

The past two weeks had been hands on training in Parenting and every minute a revelation. Let's not read too much in to the lines and just understand that handling a child is no child's play. Probably unlimited supplies of caffeine and energy drinks could help maintain stamina.

Cutting to the chase, the reason for wearing the ring on my middle finger is cause it is too big for my ring finger.

Sometimes we read too much meaning in to something so trivial that we get lost in our complicated interpretations and miss out the facts.

In simple words, relationships suffer with one misunderstood word.

The other thing I have realised is that ANGER for whatever reason, how much ever justified, is Harmful. The sooner you rid yourself of it the sooner you will find peace. Staying angry doesn't solve the problem and only spoils whatever good mood you could have had. Bottom-line Anger means Danger.

This I realised when I did all those things that i had refrained from doing when I was angry. The only person who knew I was angry was me, so no need to explain further that why anger does not cause the desired change.

There were more lessons in child management which basically gave me more jitters than confidence. I wouldn't be entirely wrong to call them Tyrants but experts say that it is just an un-escapable phase.

End of story.

And the salt spoke to me..

Ever since I decided to take a little long break from work, I have a lot of time in hand which I have finally dedicated to Myself. Me Time, at least some part of it is. Let me just say that though I had been on a break since December, quality Me Time started only in April. Why so long? Well that is when some good sense crept into me and I began using my time purposefully.

I joined GYM:
Having been heavy all my life, I did not take it seriously and also did not realise the kilos that were adding silently. I had blissfully gained a lot of chubby cheeks and started to resemble some round cylindrical object. Finally I joined gym. Miracles do happen. I was probably lazy to exercise or scared of tough workouts, but ultimately I enjoyed it. Gyming was the BEST GIFT I had given myself till date. The 4 kilos I lost thereafter still gathers many compliments.

I do my LAUNDRY:
I had never discovered the joy of this activity. I am not crazy. It gives me a high just washing my clothes by hand. It is a self imposed standard that all clothes should dry wrinkle free and should be folded to perfection. Every bit of this action gets my adrenaline pumping. I know you are finding it difficult to follow. It's just that PERFECTION gives so much of satisfaction.

I do my CLEANING:
Lessons from my closet. Every time I clean I only marvel at what I have and what junk I have accumulated. It is so wonderful to organise everything and feel good about the work you have done.

I do COOK:
I was really scared of the kitchen. Inexperienced and ignorant, my first two years of dabbling without application of mind resulted in many disappointments. I am not sure how and when I got the confidence, probably after observing MOM keenly off-late I did get dome courage to pick up the ladle. More so when I wonder how much salt to add, the salt speaks to me. Yes, finally I am heading somewhere.

In my me time I discovered that simple joys of life are the ones that we lack the time to experience and realise. And the simpler that things are HAPPINESS and CONTENTMENT are easier to attain.

Lazy afternoons..

It is the silliest of predicaments - to laze or not to laze. This sudden situation has presented itself before me in light of my re-scheduling my lifestyle. Simple changes wherein I do not waste any minute in my morning times. I used to do things slightly disorganised and would end up hugely delayed with some important work. I'd find it difficult to find a whole minute at my convenience. It would feel like I have been on my feet the whole time and yet nothing would be complete. And then one day I stayed over at my cousin's. It was a revelation. Watching her go about managing her morning and leaving for work inspired me. That is hat big sisters are for. It was the first inspiration for me to lean Time Management. I haven't mastered it yet but am surely on a steady path towards it. With open eyes I now followed my Mom around. To all girls in the world, their mothers are their first teachers. Without even really knowing what I had been learning I ended up learning a lot. Specifically she constantly inspires me with her ability to Oraginse and Execute to perfection. She is a Master Time Manager. I have grown up watching her manage the house efficiently despite the tire of her job. That said I do have really have awesome genes. In everything I do today, I quickly refer my memory as to what my idols would have done. I shall not exaggerate but my lifeskills have come from my parents. To think that my child would depend on mine does make me shudder but I guess it would be fine. So where is the connection with the afternoon? I have no work. Everything is done and dusted by then and I have nothing much to do. And that is when the predicament comes about. To laze or not to laze in other words I have to decide between sleeping and staying awake. All those who are slogging at work and struggling to stay awake post lunch, praying for a magical hour of rest, would all be definitely angry/jealous right now. What to do to if I have so much time in my hands ? If you'd suggest that I get back to my job, I'd have to retract this post as I would have re-organise and re-schedule all over again. But what to do, I love my lazy afternoons.

Baa Woof Coo..

Baa... Baaaa... Baa... Baaaa.. Baa... Baaaa

Two goats in conversation one sunny morning.

Woof woof... wuf wuf.. Woof Woof.. wuf wuf.. Woof Woof.. wuf wuf..

Rooftop dog and roadside dog exchanging dialogues late in the night.

Guy: Look here.. look here
Chick: Go away.. go away
Guy:C'mon..c'mon
Chick: Let me eat..let me eat
Guy: Don't run. don't run..
Chick: I'll fly away..i'll fly away (flies away)
Guy: Here i come.. here i come

Chick: Stop following.. stop following
Guy: No my dear.. no my dear
Chick:You all just the same.. just the same
Guy: Look at me..look at me

Chick: Wow what feathers.. what feathers
Guy: Ain't I pretty?? ain't I pretty??
Chick: Oh yes you are.. yes you are
Guy: Come my dear.. come my dear
Chick: Here I come.. here I come (and they fly away)


Cute love story of two pigeons courting on a lazy afternoon.

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Rains, Roads and Road-Runners..

It has been raining in Chennai. With that everything else falls in place or rather falls out of place. Copious supply of water is now available in all reservoirs, tanks, lakes and Roads.

An amusement park developer spends Lakhs of rupees to set up an artificial beach, swimming pool et all. But thanks to the great planning and maintenance of this City, you get all these absolutely FREE. The best Roller-Coasters are available on Chennai roads when your brakes fail on a rainy day.

I am not trying to satire the system. Peepli Live had done it and bored me to death.

My personal experience is what I'd like to share here.


Caught unawares by the rains last week, got drenched one day. WOW it was so much fun!! Definitely fun, but the thought of my back pack and handbag getting drenched caused all the shivers I experienced that night. It doesn't take much to guess that I was carrying Cell phones, wads of Cash and Clothes. 'C' all the trouble I was in.

That was the story of the Rains and the Roads. But the Road-runners is another story.

The lesson I learnt was that "Do Not Travel to North Chennai' when it rains.

I boarded a bus at Perambur and happily counted on reaching home in an hour. If you have ever traveled to there, you could not have missed the Marvelous looking, Oh so uselessly LONG bridge. Been there and done that.

There is no suspense or surprise in saying that the bus took an hour to just get across the bridge. Actually after an hour I was still somewhere on Perambur Bricklin Road. One hour. If you are wisecracking as to why I wasn't on an Auto, I didn't want to buy one as the autowallahs were quoting the price of the vehicle for a ride. Trains were also nowhere in sight and that left me on this bus, standing for an whole hour.

Then at some turn there was relief and the Bus flew into Free Air.

The experience was not really a great one and surely not something anyone would have enjoyed reading the recount of. But had to spill it out. I shuddered with the thought of those who have to endure this everyday and those who have to walk on those flooded roads.

It is one thing to sit in a swanky office and speak at a press conference about Monsoon Preparedness and completely another to be sitting on a wet floor after wading through waist deep rain water.

No New Messages!!

Tring! Tring! rings my phone (well actually it sings Paayaliyaa paayaliyaa) and I rush to answer it. Customer Care or rather the promotions centre.

After a couple of hours I check my phone, one missed call and 3 new messages. If you have guessed right you won't be getting 100 points but yes, another promo call and those annoying BULK messages.

Lord! Where are all my friends who used to call and text?

Dear Child, they are all in your Contacts.

That was a wonderful reminder of what I was actually doing. Zero Social Networking.

I do not call my friends as before and have long graduated from messaging, I prefer to stay invisible when online and the only mails I write are Official. No wonder why things seem so bleak.

I have a perfect explanation for all this. Now do I? Not really.

I have a twitter account but I never tweet and it has eons since I've visited my Orkut page and my Facebook bears only my blog updates.

How much am I bugged about all this? Not much. I am pretty happy with the way things are. I was born in the times of the Typewriter.

As for staying in touch with friends, they are in my Contacts.

Strange...

I had made this post about The Strangest Dream and after posting it was lost in thought. Something about posting it did not feel right and I was wondering whether to keep it or delete it. Damage was already done as it automatically got mailed to 10 people. That left me thinking whether anything would come out of deleting it now. Stats showed me that just 1 other person had viewed it even after 2 full days of staying hosted on my blog.

That did it. Delete.

If you are wondering what was in that post, well you missed the bus. I did play fair and let it stay for 2 full days. But in short it was a DISTURBING dream I had and felt it was too personal to be left online.

This of course is the second ever post that I had ever deleted after publishing. The previous one was about my, sorry can't reveal. It was too gross to be left online and still remains gross for re-mention.

With this I shall sum up this post as there is nothing much left to add. The days ahead are full of excitement and people, so I hope to share better experiences in the coming posts.

And then it happened!!

Once upon a time I started a blog. Though I had heard a lot about blogging, I was pretty unaware of the power and reach of the same. It seemed only like an e-diary to me, of course with the caution that it would not be a private one. Like any other novice I fumbled and wandered. I had no idea of what I was doing and the direction of it all. Then I stopped writing.

There was a time when I re-started and went ahead writing SO-CALLED short stories. The less said the better.

Again a break.

What happened after that was something simple. Found another Blogger and her regular blogging habits Inspired me to resume blogging. But this time with better vision and good guidance. I even read other blogs on How to Write a BLOG. Had to even search for blog ideas. 

What did I want to blog about?

That was the toughest question of all.

I was no great cook and therefore a cooking blog was not possible. Not a Outdoorsy person either. I am also challenged with the Camera and the less said about my Technical Knowledge the better. With all the juicy and possible choices out of the way, scratching the Brains to the last bits yielded NOTHING.

EUREKA!!!

I shall blog about nothing yet everything.

Okay that sounds illogical and stupid but a great man once said "Punch nalla iruka mattum paakanum"

With such empty words and some accidental good posts in between I realised that I have managed over 100 posts. YEAH!!!!

To me it would be the first 100. Okay I did get 100 in maths MANY times. But 100 took a lot of time and effort. Like a 100 from Dravid. Test Match innings aakum idhu.

Seasons and seasons..

At least with Nnature you know for sure that there are only 4 seasons - Summer, Winter, Rainy and Autumn. But this is not about that. Bangalore has been under the spell of rains for the last couple of weeks and has forgotten what is a Sunny Smile and clothes have been shifted from oragadey to allagadey umpteen number of times. Enough about that though as the matter of concern here is something that is controllable.

Singing and Dancing - Season 1

It is something new and genuine. There is REAL talent and therefore it draws your attention. You love the show, you love the format, you also love the Guests and the Hosts. Finally the big award goes to the most deserving contestant and everyone is Happy.

Singing and Dancing - Season 2

There are still many more talented people out there and it still remains genuine and REAL. People prove themselves to be good and again your are in love with every aspect of it. TRPs are now reigning high and another deserving candidate wins the title.

Singing and Dancing - Season 3

People are talented. But the show is getting old. New formats and techniques are being tried to make the magic work a third time. The TRPs are good and now it has become a SHOW. The competition exists only for the sake of the viewers. The results are previously decided and Politics decides the winner. Wild Card rounds are abound and at each excuse they ensure that the length of the show is not shortened. If TRPs dip then some DRAMA is done to increase interest. Finally when the Final Finals happen, the winner is chosen. But you are left wondering whether the wait was worth it.

Singing and Dancing - Season 4

It becomes another Show where it becomes like something of a Mega Serial.The ratings are good and the money is also good. The Producer is not willing to give up and the Director has no other better job. So they up the Oomph and glamour by calling in some Judges/Hosts who can do that. But if they have some ETHICS at least, they just use More DRAMA to promote their show.

Singing and Daning - Season 5, Season 6 etc

Same as above.

Singing and Dancing - Final Season

The show has lived past its glorious years. Contestants no longer chose to compete on it. With nothing to work with, celebration of the glorious days goes one. They air all their earlier good episodes and proclaim that they have done a great service to the Nation by providing a great platform to such untapped talent. Finally it is Curtains Down.

The End.

Not for this blog but just for the Singing and Dancing show.

What I learnt from TV...

Once upon a time I was scared of the television. I wouldn't even dare to dig my nose when the news was on. Reason-I believed that like how I could see the news reader, they could also see me.

That was eons ago. But will all these spy cams around nowadays, the fear in my innocent heart that time could not be termed as unfounded. After getting over that phase, I did get to learn a lot from TV.

Let me see:

Learnt all latest songs, which kept my love for music alive and well fed. All those music shows from those days to these have always inspired me to sing. Though I do not croon in front of a mic, I am a pretty confident Bathroom Singer.

Also learnt that is an Indian equivalent for all things western, like Byomkesh Bakshi- the Indian Sherlock Holmes. It was through thy series that I got to know what plaster of Paris was. Though I did not put that knowledge to use, it always felt good to know something new. And who can forget our Indian Superman Shakthiman?

The two greatest Epics of our Civilisation- Ramayan and Mahabharath were introduced to me through TV only. Today TV has also taken initiative to explain the Bagwat Gita too. All my knowledge, at least most of it is all thanks to the mythologies on TV especially DD.

I can speak Hindi very well. Despite not stepping out of Chennai during my learning years and having never stayed long up north, my fluency in Hindi is all thanks to TV. Watching all those numerous humorous series helped a lot. To rejig your memory Zabaan Sambhalke, Dekh Bhai Dekh, Shrimaan Shrimathi and Tu Tu Mein Mein to name a few.

All these lessons were learnt while watching it all on our faithful Dyanora TV. This post comes at the tome when my dear TV has finally decided to take a retirement. Will miss you.

To each one their views...

It was fun today watching people trying to guess the right figures and fail miserably in that. But it was fun as each figure only flattered me. Well they were trying to figure out the figure of the weight I had lost. Fun times.

So why to each one their views?? Yes the guesses ranged between 10 and 20, but the views I am mentioning here is about the views on my blogging habits.

There are people who read what I write here and like it too. And there are few who question me why I write and do not like it. Intact my blogs are directed to their TRASH asap.

This directionless blog is just to share that there are many BLACK SHEEP in my own close group.

But I write cause I Love To WRITE

Lazy Bee...

For all those who have known and seen the busy bees, a lazy bee would be something new and surprising. But if you read below you would find that it is no rarity.

MALE BEE

He is always BUSY but that applies to the time spent outside the hive. Once he steps in even moving for a snack becomes a huge task. The transition from busy bee to lazy bee happens right at the doorstep of the Hive.

The male bee choses to idle by the TV rather than do something useful around the hive. In their thought process, that is why Female bees are there for.

FEMALE BEE

She is the busiest of all and the Doorstep concept does not apply here. While the male bee is away, the female bee has to do maintenance and upkeep of the hive, take care of little baby bees and also provide for the grumbling stomachs of all and sundry. While the male bee is at the hive, the femLe bee has to spend the time picking up after the lazy one and staying on tip toes to attend on it whenever called.

QUEEN BEE

She was a working busy female bee once. But finally managed to become the Queen of the hive. this happens after years of being a female busy bee and such status does not come easily to many.

KING BEE

What? How can one even suggest such a preposterous thing. There can never be a King bee. Queen rules or no one else rules.

With so many bees around definitely there must be a lot of Honey in the hive. Probably the reason why the saying "Home Sweet Home" came to be.

Lastly would like to share this joke. How did the male bee tell the female bee that there is a fly in the cup????

A B C D E (hey bee see de Eee).

Plans thwarted.....

There are some things in life that cannot be planned and executed, you just have to go with the flow. Realised that with a few simple steps the last few days.

A. Guests are always unplanned.

It is Thursday and you have decided to visit a temple of importance. It is well past 8 in the evening and you have planned a simple dinner followed by an early bed time. But then you end finishing your dinner and staying up till 12. Reason? Well you have SURPRISE guests coming over for the weekend. By this time the planned light dinner would be well digested and as you greet the friendly faces, your stomach will gurgle, lest they misunderstand that you are unhappy with their sudden visit.

B. Rain can never be planned.

You have stepped out of the house after completing all the chores. The most important of them being LAUNDRY. After your work outside is done you are now homeward bound. Suddenly you realised that the sky is dark and little drops of rain are tickling your nose tip. Panic sets in as you remember that the now dry laundry hangs fluttering on your terrace and seemingly is an easy prey to RAIN. You are a couple of blocks away from home and speed up, the sweat and tension take over you and the keys betray you in the crucial moment. Yet you manage the odds and run upstairs in half breath and reach the doors of your terrace. And Lo Behold! A spotless and dry  concrete ground welcomes you. You never know when it will rain. If you have ever melted sweating under the Sun and the next minute have found yourself drenched in Rain, Welcome to the Club!!!

C. Dinner has a dynamic menu

Have you ever woken up thinking you would have/make dosas for dinner and ended up eating rotis? Well not exactly what happened to my plan. But for once I had taken initiative to prepare for dinner before stepping out late in the evening. However the unplanned event of stepping back in with a full stomach ruled out all chances of putting the new recipe on Fire. In simple words, a sudden eat-out plan. Life is so dynamic that you cannot even be sure of what is going to happen next. What a thathuvam!!!

D. Blogs don't happen as planned

I had planned to blog everyday, but didn't happen. I had planned to complete this blog yesterday and even that didn't happen. Writing a few hundred words had to be spread over 2 afternoons. Luckily my brain and thought process have not changed in 24 hours, hence this blog has escaped DELETE.

E. Technology has its own plans

Sounds more like God and his plan. But for the few who have experienced torment under the hands of technology that they do not understand, this will ring close to home. After watching 2 good movies on my iPod had planned to upgrade the iOS and access AppStore via wifi (could have used iTunes also and it would have saved me this trouble). End result is that I have an iPod that is on Restore mode and has to undergo A MINOR OPERATION in the hands of some experienced Knowledgeable people. Unlike myself, who spent hours researching and re-searching all the World Wide Web for clues and solutions, and ended up with a bunch of hair follicles in the hands, they would the job in a jiffy, I HOPE.

With all this planning and foiling of the planning had rendered me tired and confused. Tired cause I had kept running around for and with my laundry. And confused as all my plans lay in shambles. Okay the situation wasn't that desperate but some planning does help.

An awfull movie..

I shall not take the name of this one and shall leave it to your guessing prowess.

Once the naming TREND in Tamil movies was Tanglish names. With the TAX angle it soon shifted to tamil-only. At some point Filmdom referred to Map of Tamilnadu for names and now it is the turn of Animals and their Hunters.

Opening scenes by themselves evoked scorns from my face. No new faces, just like in Sandakozhi, Rajkiran is the World's best katta panchayatu man and our HERO is his Brave and Courageous son. There is also the heroine who is portrayed as a strong character but does a lot of crying and backstabbing. And one villain and one comedian but both are JOKERS.

Introduction of hero too had nothing innovative, same old focus on feet and go all the way up to his face, shot. Stunt director seemed to be an ANIMAX fan as all stunts seemed to be inspired from fights in animation series. Especially the ones which involve sword fights aka Aruva Veechu Stunts.

If the Heroine is trying to look No-nonsense, Woman of substance, Serious about life types, she failed grossly as she felt that a SAD looking face is the right expression.

In the name of comedy you get to see someone scratch his @@&££ against cycle handbars and also the ensuing accidents involving his @@&££. Wonder how many would have had a hearty laugh seeing it.

I never listened to the songs, so no comments. As far as my opinion on the story goes, i would call it unimaginative. There were many shots showing the hero in fast forward motion. It looked fine once but was over used and only irritated. The concentration should have been on making the Screenplay fast and not using CG to make up for the lull created.

The movie was so boring that I skipped the middle 2hours. With just the opening scenes and pre climax scenes could fathom the waste of time and money.


Movies are not for mere entertainment but is an ART. Unfortunately the art work seemed like the output from amateur rather than from someone as experienced as the director.


Zero marks for content.

Lessons from my closet....

Bangalore is on full Airconditioning mode. It has been plesant the past two days, gentle breeze and mild showers. But this is not a blog about the climate in Bangalore, so I shall move on.

I just realised that the toughest thing to do in life is to LET GO.

What brought on this wisdom? Well cleaning the closet can be tiring and at the same time enlightening. There were no skeletons in them but had many relics from the past. Yes, antique pieces worth nothing. I shall stop exaggerating and simply state that they were CLOTHES. Collections from an style-age gone by and OUT-grown by. Deciding to give away them taught a few lessons.

I never knew that I had so much of unwanted and unusable stuff.

I never realised how much space that they occupied while my new clothes were crammed in some corner.

I never realised how many good dresses I had which are yet to be worn.

I never realised that the beautiful dress I coveted is now just an OLD one.


Where the wisdom???

By holding on to old feelings, I lose out on new ones. By holding on, I never realised the worth of what I have in hand. And what seems the greatest joy/sorrow today will change.

In short, I learnt to keep an open mind and never to lose hope.

If by reading this, you get a feeling that I am sulking, please be reassured that I am fine. Just idling the afternoon and trying to blog via a small iPod. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

Tired out...

Wanted to blog a great lot of things, but feeling extremely tired and thereby unable to do so. The reason for my fatigue and the subject of the great things are the same. Without further delay, I shall divulge the secrets

8th July 2011 : The blogger had paid a visit to dear old T.nagar.

There was something important to be done. But once it was dealt with, T.nagar woke the Shopaholic in me. It didn't take much effort to get in to every shop that seemed new and unexplored. Though I am not a fan of window shopping, I walked out empty handed from each little store. To my dismay, I hadn't wasted any money that day. But had spent a lot of energy in all my shop-hopping.

9th July 2011 : The blogger found it difficult to stay at home so left early to work.

Ok, I reached office by 10:30am. From there headed to Perambur (hour long journey) for a holiday with the cousin. It was there that I happened to join in a shopping expedition. A trip to Parrys Corner wholesale market. For the uninitiated, It is an area filled with Things to Buy and consists of many intricately woven tiny streets, each with its own speciality. It is easy to get lost and end up in another part of Chennai altogether. After some good 5hours of Kasi Chetty Street experience, battery got drained.

10th July 2011 : The blogger chose to exit Perambur and enter Mogapair

That meant another hour long journey but in a direction that took me farther away from home. I shall directly move to the best part of the day. A little Miss was dressed up in her new RED frock. That sparked an idea of Little Red Riding Hood. A mini, to-be-shared-with-family video was made featuring the acting talents of Miss Seven, Mister Eleven and Miss Fifteen, directed by Mrs Twenty Seven. This ten minute video was shot just under Two Hours. Shabaaaaa.

11th July 2011 : The blogger had chores to finish

Mogapair to Home. Break. Home to Parrys Corner to T.nagar to Home. T.nagar involved a lot of walking and Trial Room touring. Again I returned empty handed. A disappointed shopper is a drained shopper.


If this post is dull and boring, it is merely because of the fact that I am tired to my bones. With that would also like to grant few days leave to the wonderful people who have patiently read on. If you did find any spark of good writing here, it is purely my genius to write well even when am sleepy. Have spent an entire hour on this and plan to blog soon. Till then I shall recharge.

Good Night and Good Day (Making up for all timing differences)!!!!

The treasure that was unearthed...

The camera zooms in. A dozen crunched up balls of white paper strewn on the floor. The camera zooms out. A figure in a chair, fingers running through his hair. He bend over his desk. Camera comes around to show what he is doing.

Upbringing now and then.

Once upon a time a little girl was traveling by train with her parents to a far away land. She walked with her father towards the pantry car. There, behind the glass display lay a  golden yellow pack of mango juice. She grew excited and yanked at her father's shirt and screamed

Break ke baad!!!

I would recommend this to everyone. A little break. It always teaches you many things.

The words to pen my experience seem to evade my thoughts. Three days that went by beautifully cannot be summarised in 300 words. But here are the few excerpts of my experience:

There can never be enough Rain With that in mind we had planned for the inevitable. July in Kerala means rainfall. But our luck

Warning!!!

This blogger is heading on a pilgrimage to God's Own Country.

Warning to all those who cannot sleep without reading my blog. Kindly look for alternatives in my older posts till my return on Monday.