Samosa for Pen' s cap

I was then in my fourth grade (Once upon a time :)) when my school tea vendor served my favorite onion samosas and tea for teachers during breaks. Some of my friends buy samosas from him during lunch. My parents, as I remember today, bought me everything I needed but never gave me any money. I guess, they thought i might misuse it (Who knows, they were intuitive to know that I can never be a better money manager in my life). For this reason, I never had a chance to buy and taste those samosas :-(

By the way, did I ever tell you that it is a co-ed school and sitting next to me, then, was a nice young plumpy girl ;-). She had this uncanny knack of continually losing pens, not just her own but also the ones borrowed from me. On one such occasion, I told her that she either return my pen or pay 10 INR (Indian rupees approx= USD 0.25) as compensation. The next day, she came to school with a naked pen, yes it was mine; the cap lost. I asked her for 2 INR as a compensation for the pen's cap. She just had one 5 INR note. I hesitated to collect it from her for I was not sure if it is right to collect money, and more importantly, the amount was too much for me to handle. But I finally managed to gather enough strength to collect the money. I was really excited about it, I had that in my right pant pocket and my right hand was busy the whole morning session guarding the money.

With the long ring of the lunch bell, I, with my friend, rushed to the tea vendor. We bought enough samosas and enjoyed them at leisure for lunch. As we were waiting for our class teacher to come and precede the after noon session, our physical trainee approached my seat. He took me to our principal for getting money from my class mate. I got nice scolding and beating from my Principal. I was only weeping and apologizing for the next two hours of that day. I think it was considered as an act of indiscipline and unethical.

I don't remember seeing the tea vendor in our campus after that incident. I believe he was stopped from selling samosas to students. My parents were posted of the incident and my parents' hands, mouth and the wooden scale were busy that Saturday.

For many days, I wondered if this act of mine was considered as an indiscipline act, how about collecting breakage fees from students for pipettes and burettes. But, in these transactions with your fellow humans, there is more to it than just money, isn't it not.

Checking my pen's nib....

This forum will be a space to share my life's experiences, in the way I see them, with you. And hear your thoughts on me, my life, views, writing...... anything.

I hope it comes in handy for people who cherish living more than once, here's mine for them to read through and live them. On the lighter side, for people who are interested in me ;-) these blogs, I presume, will throw light on my color and soil. However, the reasons to take to blog writing are pretty selfish, to improve my writing skills and to feel proud of being able to write something that every one would read. But, if some one gains anything from this other than me, trust me, I would be floating in ecstasy.

I have read blogs of quite a few people now and most of them have been truly inspirational. So, before I close my pen, "Thanks to all fore runners and, of course, U"

- Sar scribbles to check his new pen's nib......