Yeah baby. Finally got it!!

Finally the D-day arrived! I was gearing up for the one thing that was giving me sleepless nights since weeks…I left bed early…another sleepless night! A zombie looked at me from the mirror…dark circles (Induced by lack of sleep. Scientifically proven), anxiety written all over my face! What am I going to do? There was no escape…I had come of age and it was time for my first magic lesson…I had to summon “it” (can’t take its name…family secret!) from the other dimension…It was time!
Apart from the joy some cheap thrills offer, the above paragraph was my dedication to a book by Jonathan Stroud, “Amulet of Samarkand”, that I am currently reading. It’s the story of an apprentice (Nathaniel- hope he grows up to be a wise wizard) and a djinn (pronounced as jinni), Bartimaeus (comes up with these really sarcastic ones..awesome!) and their journey in lala land…

Ok so after grabbing u’r attention, may I get on with my story??!!??!!
After a long week of work, it was WEEKEND!! YAY!!! Not that I hate my work or anything…I mean its pretty decent stuff, challenging and intellectually stimulating if I may say so…but the arrival of those two blissful days (that constitute a “weekend” in the worldwide approved calendar) always lights me up! :D

So like every weekend, my conscious mind had great plans! My subconscious would be having some of its own plans too, but I really can’t tell you that…No there is no secret or anything, its hard to tap it out at your own will (how do I even come up with these?) We had to go shopping. (had to?) My sis got an internship and needed a formal wardrobe. The good thing about that place is that you develop a perspective..(much like “Dekhna Maa, ek din main bhi ye Roberto Cavalli shades khareedoonga!!”..) You meet your inspiration so to speak. (I know what you must be thinking of me..yeah..i am a material girl)..

And a “not so” good thing about such places is that, I hardly know about stuff! So who cares, we shopped and shopped until we caught the sight of this really humble (except for the moolah it demanded) eatery called “Sushiya” (or something like that)…It serves sushi (had it for the first time!..mmmm..) and all kinds of it.
For those of you who entered late- this link might be of some help- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sushi)

So great, the foodie that I am and the love that my family has for me, we dugged in! Except, it had to be taken in with chopsticks!!
No there was no rule written on an archaic stone or something and they were definitely not going to kill us if we used our glorious hands (perfectly manicured et al.) to help ourselves with the meal! We took it as an opportunity to learn how to use that rather haughty, finely chopped out of a tree, “stick 1” that I caught whispering to his twin (stick 2) “lets see how she tames us?”

Legend has it that chopsticks paid no heed to their masters (they even hated their name I figure...had a certain aversion to the word “sticks”) until a great warrior called Hong Kong Fui- III (forgive me people!) pulled out the “Sword of Submission” from the “Rock of Feast” on the “Island of Appetite”. That sort of paved way for human dominance over inanimate objects used as tools assisting food consumption. (spoons, fork, knife, chopsticks the works…)

Since then, chopsticks have accepted their name (like they had an option!) and have served mankind (without any major resistance movement recorded in history).

Still, you might just feel a spark of dislike on their rather cold faces! You just have to give a good eye to them and you’ll get what I’m trying to say!

So coming back, I grabbed hold of them. They couldn’t bite me ofcourse, but the hatred was beginning to show. My fingers fumbled.

Confession time: Dexterity is a virtue that I’ve never possessed. I have had a history of clumsy handling of objects (no major disasters mind you…), that have made me strong over the years. This embarrassment was not affecting me! I was already expecting a good fight. A thirty minute battle ensued and it could go either way (none of the sides were calling truce!)
I was sweating. The aroma of sushi was wearing me out…I couldn’t hold any longer…”MUST HAVE THE SUSHI!! MUST HAVE…” A guy sitting on the next table had already given up…my patience was leaving me…”MUST GET A BITE!!!..”…I almost dropped the chopsticks…I was contemplating to use my perfectly manicured hands…Fine…so whats the big deal? Nobody is perfect! :o

Suddenly, I saw Hong Kong Fui- III take form in front of me! (Crimson and Gold overcoat, impressive attire, fit for a king!) Was it his ghost or was it my hallucination, I can never tell, but I knew it meant business…The hazy figure was looking at me…I felt a rush…”YES!! I CAN DO IT!!..”....”LITTLE LONGER…PERSEVEARANCE PAYS…”..

Yes..I caught hold of it! The sushi was mine!! Chopsticks had given up to my resilience.
It tasted different…The “sea-weed with vinegar” combination was new to me. I felt a pat on my back…the moment I turned around to see who it was, I noticed something losing form… Hong Kong Fui- III was gone…
I felt goosebumps. Yet, I continued with my meal…Hmmm…the sweet taste of success!