I can see frowns, looks of anger, disbelief, can even hear voices shouting, “You too, Varalotti?” on the lines of “You too Brutus” (It’s actually Et tu Brute) of Shakespeare. I can see all our beautiful moderators reaching for their mouse to issue infractions. But ladies, please wait. Rest assured, most gracious ladies, that this is not an ‘indecent proposal’ . To make one is “mission impossible” for me. This is a thread to share with you a day in my life – a day in the life of an ordinary mofussil accountant. I am no cinema star and do not expect any thing sizzling or romantic. My work concerns numbers, taxes, accounts, balance sheets, money, banks, finance, investments and savings - all of them are important, but none of them promise to be even remotely romantic. That does not, however mean, that all my days are dull or worthless. A day in the life of an actress is like the special sweet – badam halwa – which we normally eat on festive occasions. A day with this accountant is like the idly, which you eat (or bound to eat) almost day after day. But at times the routine idly could be really interesting, and depending on your view point instructive too. While each of my days is only more ordinary than the other, based on the wisdom conferred by hindsight, I am choosing 8<sup>th</sup> Of June as the day we are going to share. Numerology buffs dread this harmless number. Car owners are willing to pay anything to avoid getting a number that totals up to 8. But still I choose this day; you will appreciate my choice better as the day unfolds. Whatever happened till mid-morning does not merit a mention in this forum. And then a mail popped in my mail-box. Another forwarded message. I receive hundreds of them, some of them frighten me to forward it to 2/5/7/9 persons depending on what I want to have – mild luck, good luck, great success or a jackpot. Ignore it and I will have bad-luck, losses and even death. Before dumping the mail I casually opened the attachment which was a powerpoint presentation. The words hit me with the force of a gale. “We seldom think of what we have; but always think of what we miss. “ Before I could recover from the impact of these words, the next bomb was hurled at me: “Don’t cry because it is over now; laugh because it happened.” And then many similar explosions followed until I reached what I consider the greatest one: “Perhaps God would want you to become acquainted with many different people in the course of your life, so that when you meet the right ones, you can appreciate and be grateful for them.” And finally, “Life is drawing without an eraser.” I was reeling from the impact of these words till the evening when God gave me something much more profound to match these words. The presentation came from a friend of mine, a woman with a beautiful mind and a heart to match that. I tore myself from my busy work to drop a three line reply to her. I was to travel to Chennai en route to Chittoor that same evening. The rest of the day flew in no time. I rushed home, packed myself up. Around 8, I was slowly walking in the highly crowded, but loveable ambience of our Madurai Junction. As usual I had come early, with some 45 minutes to spare for the departure of the train. A few days back one of my industrialist friends had visited me. He lectured to me on the relative merits and demerits of a Honda Accord and a Skoda Octavia. Both these cars are so good that I still cant decide which one I should buy, provided, not just a small provided but a big PROVIDED I have enough money. My friend, an automobile buff, was talking about the fuel efficiency, the CRDE engine, the plush interiors, the power-weight ratio, after-sales service, the ability of each of these machine to gain a speed of 100 kms per hour within seconds of acceleration, and the heavanly pleasure of travelling in these cars long distance.