Live Life – Audacious!!

Isn’t it just thrilling to see people working out in the gym? Or when you just look at people who have sculpted themselves into works of fitness art! Or even plates of healthy-looking salads …  and fruit smoothies!

Every cell in my brain suddenly takes it upon itself to push me, boost me, encourage me to get into that shape. And it isn’t as if I have been ignoring the voice of reason. Just last year I took a major leap of faithful action and went from 80 kgs to 62 kgs. I went through the regime of healthy eating, some exercise, and lots of healthy lifestyle choices – proper sleep, more water intake, and following disciplined times of eating to revive my metabolism that had been in a coma since … whenever.

The lifestyle change was anything but easy. It does take a lot of strength and willpower to make a lifestyle change. It also takes a lot of support – All in all, God was being very wise when He gave us family and friends.

And the results were something I loved. The very feeling of being healthy and fit, more energetic, more alert – Oh my, wherever did the painful back and lethargic limbs go! It felt like a whole new bod… person. Yes, the impact is more than just superficial. The personality seems to get an upgrade with several improved features, some new add-ons never known before.

Oh-la-la it felt so grand, Ms. New Me now takes the stand!

More than anything else, I remember how I felt when I was overweight. I remember walking down to the coffee machine at work would mean feeling a heavy load on my back. The newfound agility wasn’t something I was going to lose that easy.


And then…. It was Christmas. I tried. Heaven knows I tried. I stayed away from Dad’s pot roast, from Ma’s Gajar ka Halwa, from the home-made Shaami Kebabs and even the Christmas Pakwaans.

I managed with a little bit and a bite, but mostly on my strictly balanced diet.

But then came the downfall in the form of a most delicious Christmas cake – home made to boot. One bite, and the diet was … well, sadly, it was no more.

I added hours at the office gym. Yet I tried still, see!

But by the time the New Year was on, all caution had been thrown to the winds to celebrate the season and the family and the good things.

Bad decisions have been made; consequences must be faced.

So, yours truly went up a few kgs again. Not a good feeling. Of course, I was still trying my best to fix it. But … then it was the family – all birthdays lined up one after the other, including my own. Apparently, our idea of being a family was having all birthdays stacked together from cool February to sultry July – seven birthdays in six months, other sundry (and impromptu) celebrations (promotions, increments, new jobs), and a vacation in Thailand!

That did it for me!

Whatever (fat) got cut down in between, found a new start on a birthday – and it didn’t matter whose birthday it was! And the roller-coaster … wait, that’s not the correct example, … the yo-yo was back in motion.

It’s been an up and down ride ever since. I think I must’ve accumulated more information on exercising, fitness, and healthy foods than … (looking for a valid comparable) anyone in my family. I’ve also put it in to practice and so, I know how easier it is said than done

Let’s be honest, it’s a constant battle – the brain stirs up a revolution and gets the body to go with it till … the next day. The brain is just beginning to rile up some energy and the muscles look on incredulously – the ensuing drama is inevitable!

Brain: C’mon! We gotta do it. Just 20 minutes.

Legs: Are you sure? We haven’t got over yesterday’s frenzy.

Brain: But you’ve got it! You can do it!

Arms: Don’t listen to the mad thing; it just stands around, cheering at the stands!

Brain: But it’s yours and you just need to get it back!

Back: Back? Don’t even talk about ‘back’! How would you feel like twisting yourself in to 40 sit-ups and 50 squats!

Oh, how we want our beautiful share, without the labor that gets us there!

I keep telling me – I’ve got it before and I can do it again. Yes, I can. Healthy, clean eating and regular work-outs, and this is much doable. But — It’s just that the ‘buts’ have to be dealt with some lessons I’ve learnt from the process and the journey.

I have come to accept that:

  • Times of social pressures to participate in celebrations will be overwhelming – externally and personally. In all fairness, I must own the weight of wanting a bite of the goodies myself!
  • Life will stress one out and there would be lazy cravings for bunking a workout or that bowl of chocolate ice-cream.
  • Busy schedules will come in the way of shopping for healthy foods, and at times one will have to make do with what’s-in-the-fridge or simply ordering out.
  • There may be more caffeine in the blood stream than water, and more carbs on the plate than proteins – there will be times when I cry ‘I give up!’.

The key words in the whole process of changing to a healthy lifestyle are – commitment and perseverance.

I’m still way, way off from where I used to be last year before the fat-loss. Yet, I am not where I was at the end of it either. I remember both times – before and after – and just like an weight-loss advertisement, it eggs me to go on.

Yeah, assess the weaknesses and plan for them too. Just keep moving and a better way to walk will show up.

We’ve lost our way in storms we met, but lose not hope, just course correct.

The Perfect Man (2005)

I happened to catch the movie on the last long weekend. The time was late in the night on a week night, and I put it on record – on just a whim. As is a known tendency for TV on weekends, I was not expecting anything much interesting for the three day — and it was three days! So this was a just-in-case entertainment investment for a long and most-probably boring weekend.

The cast said Hillary Duff and my first impression was that this was going to be something similar to the regular Disney romances and comedies. The story was  … let’s see … slightly unconventional and … may be a tiny bit jarring in a rather OTT manner. There were times when I looked forward to what would happen next and then there were those when whatever was going to happen was so obvious that it made me think – Okay, please don’t do that! – But, do they ever listen…

Yet, I would say, most of the movie was easy on the eyes, minus a few moments that made me cringe.

Very briefly, this is the plot:

Holly is tired of her mother, Jean’s, coping mechanism for broken heart. She moves. Her one mantra for getting over her perpetually failed relationships is to move – new location, new house, new job. Holly is desperate enough to invent a perfect man – a Secret Admirer – for her mother. She models after him Ben, an uncle of her new friend, Amy, and the help of another friend Adam. At the same time, Jean’s co-worker, Lenny, has a crush on her. Jean is happy finally with the thought of a Secret Admirer.

Things get tricky and slippery with lies upon lies and a big mashup of misunderstanding. Holly tries her best to get her mother happy, but instead ends up hurting her and even herself. Eventually, lessons on lies, relationships, and confronting life’s issues. Jean learns the adventure is not to run away, but to stay and face it.

So… what did I love about this?

Let us start with Holly. She is a daughter who has followed with her mother’s ‘new adventure’ even though she knew it for what it exactly was. She knows her mother is hurting and gives in each time for her sake. Holly states about herself that she is not the type to ‘plan that far ahead’ – and this when one of her new classmates, Adam, asks her out to an event. This is something her younger sister, Zoe, attests to. The kid wants to participate in a Spelling Bee contest in her new school, but is unable to register for it because of the uncertainty. They just do not know how long the current adventure will last and they would be on the move again.

The only reason Holly decides to invent a man and pretend to be him (with tips from the real Ben) for Jean is that she is tired of seeing her mother upset and sad. She wants to see her mother happy.

Holly’s complaint with her mother is that she is so busy thinking about herself that she does not think about her daughters. There are vocal upshots from Holly about this and although Jean is hurt, she does not really make a scene about it. During a web chat between Holly and Jean, where Holly is pretending to be Ben, she begins to hear things from Jean’s perspective. Jean had some dreams and aims for her life, which she kept aside when she had Holly. She begins to see what Jean has given up for her daughters, because Holly’s father did not see himself raising a child. In all this, Holly sees that Jean did not mind giving up what she did because she loves her children.

There is another scene where Jean is out on a lunch with her friends and they land up in the real life Ben’s restaurant. Holly tries to keep Ben and Jean from bumping in to each other because she has shown Ben’s photograph to Jean (while posing as Ben). While she is successful in keeping them apart, it is this time when it hits that the real Ben may well be the perfect man for her mother, Jean.

She asks her friend Adam to pretend to be Ben and break up with Jean – which does not work out very well.

It may seem overly immature and ridiculous that a daughter may talk to her mother pretending to be a man of her dreams. One may say, it is rather out of place, in bad taste, and lacks vision. And to top it, the woman does not realize it at all. But then, it is a teen that is doing this, and this is a … movie.

Of course, there is no telling that even if Holly did pretend to be a man for her mother for a few days and Jean bought it, what would become of the drama after that. This is where it probably lacks. Holly is attempting for her mother to hope that there is a perfect man for her, and trying to make her happy. She does not stop to think that if Jean actually fell for the invented Ben, it would probably result in a much bigger heartbreak for her. I guess she is shown hoping that at least Jean would be happy in it that she did find a perfect man once.

The excuse is that it is a teen that is doing this – not a big planner or conspirator.

Gradually, Holly does grow a bit as a character though, and thankfully it is not a huge transformation. She learns that she must try to let Ben and Jean know the truth. Additionally, her reasons for thinking that Ben is Jean’s true soulmate are (thankfully) immature: they both do crossword in pen and Ben was able to pick out Jean’s favorite song without even knowing her properly. It was good to see that Holly did not grow an extra brain overnight in the name of character growth.

Another good thing is we get to see the impact of Jean’s ‘Adventure’ mode on Holly’s ability to confront issues. When Adam confesses to Holly about his feelings, she decides to do what Jean has been doing – she asks that they move to a new place. Her reason to Jean is that they have been moving because Jean wanted to and this time they need to move because Holly wants to.

Jean on the other hand, though she has been running, eventually comes across as a mature person. Though, initially, her escapist coping mechanism and her desperation of meeting a new man draw a pretty worn down image of her. Yes, she has her flaws and she is eager to meet a new man, so much that she agrees to go out with Lenny when she mistakes him to be the Secret Admirer. Soon after, she does decide that Lenny could not possibly be the person.

When Lenny does not give up and sings a loud and not-so-melodious proposal to Jean outside her house drawing up a huge crowd, Jean tells him that she would think it over. Holly cannot understand why Jean would even think about it when Ben was so perfect for her. At this point, Jean shares with Holly that she does not really know Ben (they have only communication through emails, chats, and letters). She makes it clear that until she really knows him, it is hard to say that he is who he says he is, and she really cannot trust. She accepts that Ben sounds great, but at this point, Ben is only an idea.

Even though Ben sounds very charming, she does not immediately fall for Ben. It is very clear that she would hope that Ben could be really as he says he is, and she even dresses up to meet him when Holly (pretending to be Ben’s secretary) tells her that Ben would be meeting her that evening. When Ben does not turn up and Holly confesses her lie, she is upset, but she understands what Holly has been trying to do. She does not question Holly’s decision to move again. When she finds that Adam likes Holly and Holly is just reacting the way she has seen her mother do for all these years, she sees her mistake of setting an example for her daughters where they do not face anything but run from it.

Holly decides to change her ways. She decides to stay and wins the cake contest. The younger daughter Zoe gets to participate in the Spelling Bee contest. Holly and Adam get to further their relationship.

Eventually, Ben does read the Holly-Ben and Jean letters, and is intrigued enough to meet up with her. Jean initially politely refuses his offer to dinner, and Ben agrees, and then just moment later as he leaves, Ben confirms the date and time for dinner and Jean replies that it would be ‘perfect’.

Eventually, Holly does go to the school dance, albeit in a different school, and she gets to go with Adam.


Everyone eventually learns their lessons – Holly misses out on her life no more. Jean begins to actually live it and enjoy it. The real Ben did not need any lessons, apparently, but then this was not his story. Even Lenny saw, hopefully, that a crush is not a sign of something everlasting.

Some other little bits:

  • The fake Ben calls Jean ‘Dear Passionate Baker’ in his letters.
  • The fake Ben is supposed to be visiting China for opening up a restaurant – so that Jean would not be able to meet him or call him
  • When Adam calls Jean (as Ben) she asks him how was China. Adam, who was reluctant to pretend to be Ben, responds – It’s very … Chinese! Chinese people, Chinese food…
    One honestly feels bad for Adam … and Jean … and oneself.
  • Adam happens to sketch really well. He sketches his feelings for Holly.
  • Everyone in this movie is artistic in a way – Jean is a baker, Ben is a chef, the fake Ben is an American chef in China, Adam is a sketcher, and Holly… she is a very creative liar!
  • Jean pretends to be Holly and speaks to Adam. Surprisingly, it led to Jean understanding the impact of her ‘new adventure’ of running away on her daughters.

Yes, some funny, some OTT, and few cringe-worthy scenes – but all in all, it is a weekend movie that kept me smiling for most of the time. I still have it recorded, so … who knows, I might try it again some time.

When I was five…

i was 5

I just saw this one pinned on Pinterest and … Yes, I think so too.

I wonder if we just consider what we wanted to be at 5 to be our potential…. and not what our environment, education, so-called performance parameters and everyone else’s opinion says about us

So… what did I want to be at five?!

Perhaps at 5, being a teacher really made me happy. I used to hand my parents some newspapers and they would be my very willing students – Daddy a naughty back-bencher and Mom a studious girl.

Or maybe it was a singing, because I think my nursery teacher wrote in my progress card – ‘She is always singing in the class.’ and I still am, especially when I think no one can hear me.

Or maybe it was story-telling, because in a few years I was already writing down my experiences from my viewpoint at about 9 years old. I think there were stories making the rounds in my mind much before that – most of them I still remember them.

i think I even remember that I used to play out the characters of my stories in my mind – speaking and expressing their dialogues when no one was around.

I don’t think I ever wanted to be a doctor, or engineer, or astronaut, or scientist. Maybe a business-person, but never because I liked business; I think at that age, I just like big tables in huge rooms.

I remember when I started my career, and was still a trainee, I had it in my heart to change my field of work after I’d been in the current field for 10 years. At that stage, I looked into possibilities of being a jewelry designing, candle-making, glass painting, and probably even baking… ha ha!  Little did I know how priorities would change over the years and how the focus would shift to ‘earn’ from ‘learn’.

And the result is that now I yearn – to back to when I was five and not just free to think and imagine, but free to believe that I could be what I wanted.

What about you?

Where is my Watson?!

Every Sherlock needs a Watson!

Well, maybe not ‘need’… need is strong word. But… every Sherlock has a Watson.


There are certain integral qualities in a Watson that brings out the best in Sherlock. A Watson, for example, does not need Sherlock to ‘say’ it. A Watson already knows and understands.

 A Watson does not stand in Sherlock’s way. Even if he does not understand what Sherlock is thinking or going to do, a Watson makes himself available. A Watson understands that Sherlock needs him… well, might need him at some point… and stands around till he is needed. A Watson knows that Sherlock does not always want to talk. Most times, in fact, Sherlock would need his isolation and solitude. If Sherlock makes time to talk, when he himself does not need it, Sherlock is actually doing someone a favor. Mostly, Sherlock just needs either a case to keep them busy, or their violin … for pretty much the same reason.

A Watson inherently trusts Sherlock — trust is the keyword.  He knows that Sherlock is meaning well, even if he does not emote it in accordance. A Watson knows that Sherlock has feelings and emotions, even if he treats them as a foreign object and at a secondary level of essentiality. A Watson knows when Sherlock has overlooked the emotional aspect of a situation either because the situation was boring and he got distracted, or because the situation caught his curiosity and he is soaked in it.

A Watson is absolutely okay with being used, lied to, ignored, sent off, shut-upped, or even forgotten. Why? Because a Watson is aware that Sherlock needs him and probably has a very good reason for doing any of the above – and might primarily be concerned about his Watson’s safety. A Watson knows that Sherlock does not lie to him about himself.

A Watson believes Sherlock is a genius, but does have his moments of failure. He understands that in such times, Sherlock needs a capable mouth-shut, at least in public. A Watson knows when to speak and when to shut up. A Watson knows that the genius feels offence rather easily.

Watsons are the human side of the Sherlock. Watsons are the mouthpiece of Sherlock when Sherlock are incapable of expressing – typically emotions. Watsons see what most people do not in Sherlock because he keeps it closed to others. Watsons are, basically, the heart of Sherlock, the brain.

Sherlock knows that he can be completely Sherlock when Watson is around. Sherlock will be Sherlock anywhere … only most might not even get it. A Watson makes being Sherlock more fun. So while Sherlock is being Sherlock, Watson fights for him … so that he can be Sherlock.

Watsons are indispensable to Sherlocks. Arthur Conan Doyle would heartily agree.

So, back to the beginning – Every Sherlock needs a Watson. Where is mine?!!

I want a Watson to my Sherlock.

Hello Buddies,

Merry Christmas to you!

I know many of you are waiting for the next update of the Double Bind. It is being working; but currently I am on a short break for Christmas 🙂

The next update will be on by Sunday, 29th Dec 2013.

Thank you for the encouragement!

Means a lot!

Love and Best Wishes,

Shalini Robinson.

Climb every mountain

Climb every mountain … this song has been on my mind for the past, perhaps, couple of days.

I absolutely love this song from Sound of Music. It is one of my favorite from the movie.

How beautifully the Reverend Mother teaches young Maria that she must try all she knows and not stop till she finds her dream. It may be tiresome, and sometimes hurtful. It is no mean feat to climb every mountain and to ford every stream.

Yet, Maria is told to find out and be who she was born to be.

For it is in being who you really are that you would serve God and people and love them.

It is a dream that would require you to love with all the love you have to give. That is just so beautiful. Love. Love to give. Not love for oneself only, not love for one’s dream, not love for a passion. Love to give away.

Go find your dream, find out who you are born to be … and be her.

Climb every mountain,
Search high and low,
Follow every byway,
Every path you know.

Climb every mountain,
Ford every stream,
Follow every rainbow,
‘Till you find your dream.

A dream that will need
All the love you can give,
Every day of your life
For as long as you live.

Climb every mountain,
Ford every stream,
Follow every rainbow,
Till you find your dream

A dream that will need
All the love you can give,
Every day of your life,
For as long as you live.

Climb every mountain,
Ford every stream,
Follow every rainbow,
Till you find your dream.

Characters I Loved



Yes, this does begin likewise — with a … in my mind.


I have loved stories ever since I was a child. My father would often tell me small stories, many of which I still remember. He was also the one who inculcated in me the interests of reading and writing.



If I try to walk back to those days and try to remember the stories, the memories that shine most prominently are still plot and character. In particular, Cinderella.


I don’t quite know what I liked about Cinderella, but what I remember most is the dresses she wears to the three dances. I practically do not remember or like anything at all about the Prince. Pretty dumb he was, if you ask me. The other thing I liked about the story was – and most of us would – the Fairy Godmother.



I also read Beauty and the Beast – and loved the Beast. On the other hand, I didn’t think the Beauty had much brains, at all.


I remember reading a comic strip – The Happy Days – about a girl called Sue Day. She was this common kid, naughty and funny – a trouble-maker. Loved her!


As I grew up, I don’t remember much of anything I saw on TV, but I read so many books that hardly a few stand up brighter than others.


I remember Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. I loved her spirit of never giving up her quest for getting back to her family.


I remember Heidi. Brave, honest, loving – Heidi was a darling! I also remember her friend, Peter. How well he stood by her; equally brave and caring.


I remember Batman! Actually, I remember Bruce Wayne. This intelligent man who has a secret identity he uses to work with police to fight crime. He has no superpowers, except his passion to see victims rescued and criminals paying the price of their deeds. One of the best things I liked about him was that he did not execute judgment himself. He’d hand over the culprit to the police and then his work was done.


I especially liked the 1950s-60s series on the Telly – Adam West, Burt Ward, and the best – Alan Napier. I think I liked the butler more than the batman.




Then, for the longest time, no particular character or story impacted me.


Many years later – I saw The Mummy. The first two minutes had my attention. High Priest Imhotep was one intriguing character. He dared to have an affair with the Pharoah’s mistress, Anck-su-namun, whom no one could touch. He dared to kill the Pharoah when he discovered the affair. He dared to go against everything to raise the dead girlfriend to life – even if it meant he’d be killed for it.

And even when he is brought back to life, his first move is to get Anck-su-namun back – the woman who eventually ditches him to save herself.


Perhaps it was the actor and the way he played Imhotep that made all the difference in bringing Imy to life. The character speaks in ancient egyptian and the movie had subtitles for him. I don’t think, even the first time I watched it, I needed the sub-titles. The actor’s eyes spoke whatever he was saying.


Imhotep’s character and story had me hooked for more than a year. Eventually, it wore off.




Almost a year later, I started reading the LOTR series. Although no character was a favorite with me, there were a few that I liked – Aragorn, Gandalf, Gollum, Gimli – of all these I liked Gimli the most for his straightforwardness and fearlessness, and rarely found honesty in friendship.





And then, came Harry Potter.

Hmm… I don’t think Harry was my favorite character from this entire world full of fresh characters. Perhaps, the one I really looking forward to seeing in the book and the movie were: Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, McGonagall, Fred and George, and of course, Voldemort.


There are times, actually, when I cannot stand the main three or even Dumbledore!


It is perhaps JKR’s gift that she’s perfected the character sketches of even minor characters, such as, Mrs. Figg and Mundungus so well. One remembers them and one remembers what they stood for in the story.



It is hard to relate with Voldemort’s desire to cheat death and rule forever – unless you see where he came from and then all is justified. While not many would agree with his approach to live his life, yet he became understandable even in his madness, his insanely cruel desire.



It took some time before the Harry Potter craze died down – and then for many, many years, there was a famine.




In 2011, a TV show began and Arnav Singh Raizada became the new craze for many all over the world. I didn’t really see the first few months of it – but when I did – something similar to High Priest Imhotep happened. I didn’t really need to hear what the character was saying (he spoke much less than what the audience wanted), his eyes spoke it all.


Following a close second was, Khushi Kumari Gupta, the love of Arnav’s life.




There was a time when I was following The Mummy fanclubs, we’d engage in role-play games where a person would take up one (or more) characters and we’d play out fanfiction. Each person was responsible for the dialog and reactions of the character they played. It was fun.


Then, with Harry Potter, there was no fanfiction that would hold my attention against the real thing. However, there were these detective clubs, bent on picking out and solving every little clue that JKR had planted in her books or on her website. I don’t know how many certificates I had from there.


With ASR and KKG — I think it is just re-runs of the original show that can ever compete with the original.




On a Lighter note:


How are Fanfictions born?


I’d say – if it was me, it’d go something like this:


What if Arnav Singh Raizada, the businessman, went with his happy-go-lucky associate Khushi Kumari Gupta to Thebes to put on a fashion show.


He hears of Hamunaptra and heads to host a show there instead, in its mystical surroundings, but somehow upsets the undead High Priest Imhotep who now wants to use Khushi’s body to bring his dead girlfriend, Anck-su-namun, to life.


The mighty ASR then realizes he needs to save her from a gruesome death, because … of course, he loves her. But ASR initially fails because, of course, he knows neither hokus-pokus nor ancient egyptian hieroglyphics. He is in deepest gloom when, out of the blue, help comes knocking.


Quite unknown to him, Khushi has a Fairy Godmother who pops up to help him rescue her. Sure enough, ASR can strategize the battle royal on his hands, but hokus-pokus can be fought with hokus-pokus. So, the Fairy Godmother calls for Harry Potter’s help – who’s there to visit Ron’s brother who works for Gringotts in Egyptian Pyramids.


Well, Harry is brave but needs Hermione to go through all those books of the dead and the book of amun-ra…. so they together manage to fight off Imhotep’s mummy army and strip him of the undead powers – before ASR has a go at him man-to-man and – actually does him a favor by moving him from ‘undead’ to ‘dead’.





Okay.. if someone really pulled that through, they’d have vast fandoms of four different lines of fiction – either panting for more or tearing at each other!


On a serious note:

I hope no one tries it.

A Writer’s Pantry – 1


Perhaps, it is one of the saddest … unfortunate things about being a writer who is taking the first few steps – They write to impress, not to express.

Any green wannabe wants to impress, but with a writer, it becomes sadder because the tool they need to use to show their talent and skill, can often work against them – if they are not careful to wield it well. The Language.

The language is the most common medium to communicate. It is also, often, used unwisely. If you cannot use it to attack correctly, it most certainly ends up hurting the wielder.

In a bid to impress, many young writers attempt to use words that they think arrest the reader’s attention. The words appear complex, or refined, or – in simple words, a refined, complex way to say a simple everyday thing.

For example, Rain becomes Precipitation, Shine becomes Effulgence, Rise becomes Emerge… and so on.

The tricky thing is – these are valid words, but only when used within their proper context. Taken out of context, they are incorrect, they bring in a very different dash of meaning (many times different from what the writer actually wanted to say) and … often, results in unintended humor.

The difference between the desire to impress – as against the need to express – is so visible – that one can almost see these writers sitting at their writing pad with an open Thesaurus or Dictionary, choosing so-called impressive words to state the simple (and sometimes, the obvious).

Words or language are the necessary ingredients, but there is so much more to cooking than just ingredients. There is, after all, something called Diction – very useful and helpful.  It’s not an ingredient by itself.

I think of it as a measuring cup to balance out ingredients in correct proportions to bring out the flavor that I intend to. Cooking well may not always be complex. The simplest dishes, sometimes, are the most loved too. It is the flavor that matters.

Writing is a mode of communicating, of expressing what a writer sees with their mind’s eye. The more complex a writer makes it, the harder they make it to understand. It is a form of expression – the more simply done, the more beautiful – the better communicated.

A piece of writing is successful when what the writer saw in their mind’s eye was what their reader saw too. Simple!



I found this gem in my treasure trove of such collectibles. It is years old and I still enjoy this as much as I did when I first read it. Honestly, reading it aloud is something that still sees me in splits.

To get the full effect, this should be read aloud.  You will understand what ‘Tenjewberrymuds’ means by the end of the conversation.  This has been nominated for the best email of 2006.

The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:

Room Service (RS): “Morrin.  Roon sirbees.”

Guest (G): “Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.”

RS: “Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin!  Jewish to oddor sunteen??”

G: “Uh..yes..I’d like some bacon and eggs.”

RS: “Ow July den?”

G: “What??”

RS: “Ow July den?…pryed, boyud, poochd?”

G : “Oh, the eggs!  How do I like them?  Sorry, scrambled please.”

RS: “Ow July dee baykem?  Crease?”

G: “Crisp will be fine.”

RS : “Hokay.  An Sahn toes?”

G: “What?”

RS:”An toes.  July Sahn toes?”

G: “I don’t think so.”

RS: “No?  Judo wan sahn toes??”

G: “I feel really bad about this, but I don’t know what ‘judo wan sahn
toes’ means.”

RS: “Toes!  Toes!…Why jew don juan toes?  Ow bow Anglish moppin we

G: “English muffin!!  I’ve got it!  You were saying ‘Toast.’ Fine.  Yes, an
English muffin will be fine.”

RS: “We bodder?”

G: “No…just put the bodder on the side.”

RS: “Wad?”

G: “I mean butter…just put it on the side.”

RS: “Copy?”

G: “Excuse me?”

RS: “Copy…tea…meel?”

G: “Yes.  Coffee, please, and that’s all.”

RS: “One Minnie.  Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on
sigh and copy….rye??”

G: “Whatever you say.”

RS: “Tenjewberrymuds.”

G : “You’re very welcome.”