-opening your eyes in the middle of the night and be startled to find moonlight flooding your room
- finding the first bud on your flowering bush
- first drops of rain on your face
-holding a puppy in your hand while it licks all over your face.
-sitting at home on a wintry afternoon listening to old film melodies, with a dog contentedly curled at your foot
- mails from friends
- gurgling laughter of infants
- silence
-sitting on a rock with a book wetting your feet in the flowing river.
- pulling down the contents of your shelf and sitting among the memories.
- smell of antique furniture
-sleeping on crisp sheets and pillow cases smelling of surf excel and sun
- watching a little girl say: "Mimi, aapka chehla mele liye lucky hai"

- Seasonal / corporate gifts such as table-clocks cum calculator cum what not, table lamps, torch lights, pens, sandal wood show pieces, brass artefacts
- sandalwood garlands
- comments about whether you have lost or gained weight
- indifference of friends
- harsh and angry words and unsmiling faces

Things people give you anyway and you have no idea what to do with afterwards!

You realise you are ancient
- when you refer to "Gandhi" in a conversation and someone asks you "which one?"
- when you wear a saree and some one asks, " what is the occasion?"
- when you have friends who do not have e-mail addresses.

All three happened to me last week!

There is sudden spurt in construction activity around my house.
In the plot opposite my house, I watch 4 men weild their iron crowbars all day digging the depths required for the foundation. When the power goes off some afternoons and I feel irritated and stand near the window hoping for some air, I watch them still digging in the hot sun, their bodies melting in sweat and their limbs struggling with the heaviness of the iron implement against the hardened earth.They take turns to rest every once in a while. Their women collect the dug up earth and heap it in one corner, while a child or two wrapped in rags sleeps in a corner and is moved places as the sun moves direction. I think of the effect of this activity on their lungs, heart,skin and whatever else.It all seems so inhuman and I feel there should be a ban on making men do such jobs. It is just not right.

Today in the neighbouring plot, a fancy machine has come to do the same job -it looks like a dinosaur motorised and on tyres. In one day the diggingwill be done for the same sized plot and the earth trucked away to some other location. One man sits on the dinomotor and pulls at various levers and steers the machine in different directions, which digs the earth with its claws , and then scoops up the earth in loads and drops them in a truck which is then driven away to dump it. It is a delight to watch the machine work so efficiently except for the terrible noise of the engine. Now this is right!

As I stand there watching, I see the men and women from the opposite plot watch the machine too. And in their looks I see despair, anger and fear of future.
I do not know what is right any more.