I was at the Fulton County Water department to get some stuff done regarding the new house. The staff was very courteous and efficient. I have been VERY pleased with the Tag and License office there too. For a government office, they are really efficient.
In any case, noticed this sign there. I know a bit of Bengali and Hindi. That sentence purportedly written in Bengali is anything but. Individual letters seemed to be Bengali script. Put together, it is gibberish. The Hindi one was much better – but still no cigar. The word “Hindi” itself is unreadable!!
I wonder how many of the other languages written there have the same issue. Full points for trying but they need better proof reading…
If you found my fascination for fountain pens to be too quirky, this will make me seem even more weird. The background is the following – I was visiting the Dallas Fountain Pen show with Larry a few weeks back when I ran into a person who was selling wax seals. He taught me how to put a wax seal on an envelope.
Came back home and sent him my personal logo (the one you see in the picture in yellow and blue). It took me years to settle on this logo. Eventually, sitting at the bar of Milton’s Cuisines with Sharmila one Sunday night, I had hit upon this design – it has two “r”s – for my initials.
A week later, I had my first personalized wax seal delivered. Now, not only can I write letters with fountain pens, I can put a wax seal too to complete the totally archaic process of communicating. Now, if only I could find a compliant pigeon… 🙂
(BTW, you can spot a newbie error straightaway: I had not aligned the seal correctly with the direction of the envelope flap!)
Sitting in the patio, looking into the forest, it was blissfully peaceful to watch the colorful leaves being torn off the trees by the torrential rains and then gently waft to the ground in a seemingly endless retinue.
Today is his birthday. If he was alive, he would have been 87. One of my lasting memories of him when he visited us the summer of 2014 was to sit by the pool with the citronella lamps on, drinking red wine and listening to Nazrulgeeti.