The Unruled Notebook

In the wake of a subtly ironic incident which left me spellbound, the power of TV commercials becomes evident once again. I have tried to capture it in 55 words to keep it simple. Here goes: It is excruciating to have to select a gift for a 5 year old boy who already has all the toys in the world. After spending three hours in the gift shop, I chose a toy tent. On his birthday, I handed him the gift and said “ Happy Birthday ”. A familiar tone replied, “ Whose birthday?”   This piece of art is definitely not sourced from Google.       It took a couple of minutes for his reply to sink in. That darn tone, that darn ad! We had a good laugh. However, he loved the gift because he found a home for his toys. His mom is happy too, and you know why! J    

Being an Indian, I always thought I was very used to diversity in general but little did I know that I would live with people from all over the world in this little granny flat in Sydney. Ana , a single mother of 2 kids is a Maori from New Zealand, Teresa , her husband Sebastian and their little son from native Australia, Amy and her little son Mion from Japan, Amy’s boyfriend from Cambodia, Landlord Eddy and his Father-in-law who came to be my friend both Chinese, Versha my friend an Indian and a few other fellow Indians and Anto , an Italian. I reckon that sums it up; we were an assorted pack of exotic chocolates in a box.   Picture sourced from Google Maps Read a recap of my awes and gnaws  here I turned around astonished at the use of some strong statement made in some unfathomable language. There he was, Anto, a perfect Italian blend I had thought at the first sight of him. Deep set ocean blue eyes with a twinkle, some freckles on his face showing that...