Okay, lets start with a tag from Indian Pundit which I have procrastinated long enough. Numbers that reveal secrets about me. Hmmm… difficult, very difficult. I have re-written this time and time again because I’m not so, erm, good at revealing secrets and that too, about myself.
ONE: I am a one-handbag woman. Unlike other fashionable ladies, I will carry my purse with me to the grave, if it hasnt been torn, mutilated or made fun of by certain people around me.
TWO: I would like to have two children.
THREE: Or make that three.
FOUR: I can speak four languages; I’m a bit rusty at the fourth one but still, I cant help but show off. Its always been that way.
FIVE: I have five really good friends. I get along with these girls like a house on fire.
I owe my college degree to one, share memorable school experiences with the second (reunited by Orkut, thank you so much), can almost out-drink the third (though she also beats me in scrabble and crossword), am younger by a year to the fourth so there’s always someone older than me whose birthday sort-of eases me in to the next higher digit; and finally the fifth with whom I share my lunch these days and we have the most marvellous time talking about each and everything under the sun. And also, its never gossip when we ‘talk’, btw.
SIX: Its been six years that I’ve been working in the same place. I cant imagine doing anything else. Not counting winning that lottery and then anyone can shove this job up anywhere, frankly speaking.
SEVEN: Its my lucky number. No, its not, you just want to get this number over with because you cant think of anything else to write. Oh, shut up! *You* shut up! No, you! No, you! Oh, real mature! Oh, what’s the point?
EIGHT: Eight of my finger nails are nice and long. One of my old friend once remarked that if there was a title she could invent, she would call me “Miss Hand” (imagine!). But my thumb nails are short and flat and not at all nice to look at. There, I said it. One of my deepest secrets, finally revealed.
NINE: 09 has been a good year. I’d hate to see it pass. Or maybe not. Lets wait and see, shall we?
Okay, I now tag everyone who thinks this tag was easy enough to do. And that, my friend – is you.
I loved point one…I buy a lot of handbags, purses, clutches…But use just one..to death!
Wht are the 4 languages that you speak?
Good to see you posting and good to see you back!
Goodness – how did you manage! This will be difficult, one of the most difficult tags I’d say!
hmm..I can deal with Math, but life in numbers only reminds me of the number of grey hair I’ve got. hmm..
@Choco – I can speak English, Nepali, Hindi and can mutter enough sentences in Malayalam to convince the listener what I’m talking about
@Shaliya – No kidding. I have begun to sprout white hair. Imagine the horror.
Hey Rinchen
Thats a good one.
“No, its not, you just want to get this number over with because you cant think of anything else to write. Oh, shut up! *You* shut up! No, you! No, you! Oh, real mature! Oh, what’s the point? ”
Hahahaha…..hilarious.
Well done “Miss Hand”.
Malayalam!?! Really!?! Aiyooo….Aadu Kollam
been a while seeing posts from u. this one is a nice tag. and i guess i cud guess ur 1st four friends. is the 5th one from rec too?
@IP: Heh. wish I could take credit. That line is from The Simpsons Movie. Must watch if you like that kinda humour
@Choco: Korchu ariyam. Pinne, sukam aano?
@Sandeep: The first one is Anju Srinivasan fon (thats how chechis used to announce our phone calls over the PA system in hostel
The second one is Shaliya, whom my husband likes over all my friends 
And the remaining three are from Sikkim who are very close to my heart 
Hey Rinchen
R u planning to take another 3 month break from blogging????
No way…….’Oh, shut up! *You* shut up! No, you! No, you! Oh, real mature! Oh, what’s the point?’……:-)
Bottomline: Plz post often.
Aaaaa!!! Sugam..But how do you know Malayalam???? Pariyu please…Enekum korche korche ariyum…
@IP: Nope, dont want to take any breaks. Thanks for the encouragement. I need that when I tend to get lazy which tends to be often.
@Choco kutty: Well, njan naal varsham REC Calicut parichu. Endey best friends ella malayali aano. It was mainly them who taught me and the local mess chechis who couldnt speak hindi or english
I am a little worried about typing in malayalam because most of those very friends tend to make fun of it afterwards
madamji..it was fun….looked like i was reading a piece of Ruskin Bond.
Wow! You have learnt it pretty well I must say! And don’t worry about them laughing. I have typed in Malayalam for their entertainment above, haven’t I? Mine is completely atrocious
Numbers … that fail us or pass us when we are in the school and learning those number formulas but somehow we survive life even if we fail the numbers in the school; numbers that, we are told, determine the course of our lives but at the same time, numbers we can change, the keep the course of our lives!
Just wrote a long numbering message and lost it! Numbers … you disclaimer is more significant!
Lol
Welcome Nisha, to my blog. Some comment moderation is on, I guess even though I turned it off last time. Methinks this blog has a life of its own. And should write its own disclaimer too: “Will moderate comments on my own; to hell with the owner”