How blissful is the feeling of being tagged..... ek bhavna jo reflect karti hai ehsaas kisi ke saath ka..... Poonam ki Chandni sa Komal sparsh, masoom aur pyaara......dil ko choone wala... this is what I felt when EHsaas ji Tagged me......

Thanks for tagging me…… I respect your DARING sense of HUMOUR dear EHSAAS to tag me in a “game”… and the game that has books in it…… Me and BOOKS !!!!!!! ……whooooaaaaaa

THE RULES :

Pick up the nearest book.
Open to page 123. (if 123 is not there try page 69)
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the next three sentences.
Tag seven people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you . Add the rules!!!

The book nearest to me is CONFESSIONS OF A GAMES MASTER (what else could you expect in my vicinity) thank God my wifey had thrown all the Nancy Friday’s a few days back  …

Okay, I now open to page 123. Found the Fifth sentence and am posting the next 3 sentences……..

The Principle  wished to raise funds to buy another organ for the school and so he found it suitable to make a speech in the parent teacher meeting……

“I love my organ though now its fraile and fragile and cannot stand upto the expectations…. As the other day some of the ladies came but even I could not play it well. My organ needs to be kept as an antique and a new better organ must be bought for the school needs.

The friends I tag are:

Opulence

Yash

Promilla

Reflector

Komlet

Poonam Mishra

Big Mojo

(Thanks Ehsaas for bringing me to the Elite group of intellectuals……)
In my earlier life I was caught by my Dad when I used to read the books (comics and XXX books of course) by my Dad and teachers ...... that was a unique feeling and today when i was reading this naughty novel, Ehsaas cyberatically caught me in the bookie game.......