Dunno why, but the powers-that-be up there seem to be extremely affectionate of the JB. How else does one describe such a unique new year gift! She decided to wrap me in bubblepaper or bubbleblanket or whatever, like a plaything and you couldn't even burst 'em but pray n wait for more of her 'doya'!!( the God in question is feminine- cuz the gift is called 'mayer doya')If you still are in the dark, I have chickenpox and it is plain disgusting. But I'm not here to discuss the extent of my misery. I'm gonna share with you one of the many weird dreams that I've had since, which was quite entertaining- with the promise of exaggerating in plenty. So let us board our chariots of fantasy and take a ride four years into the future...



It's a splendid night. The sky is cloudless, the canopy of stars eagerly awaiting the divine union. Yes, this is the wedding night of Putlirani and Mamadude!!! For B and friends who had been planning this since what seemed like forever, the wait is finally over. B had been deemed to be a ladkiwala, of the bride's contingent, and had some responsibility to address...So cantered along B, late as ever, towards the lobby of THE ODESSEY- which is all gloss and bright chandeliers and which, complete with sprawling lawns is providing a magnificent setting for the event. The DJ is checking his jukebox in front of the open-air dance floor while the buffet is being set at another end of the lawns. ' The guys must all be inside' thinks B to himself and moves in. Inside is teeming with people, so much so that it is rather difficult to make out a face from another. Seems like half the city is invited! B suddenly gets a bear-hug from somebody who turns out to be Maddy- in a suit, looking suave. He's full of enthusiasm as always and seemingly out of breath-
'are yaar! itna late aaya.mein akela aur inna sara kaam!'says Maddy with a wide grin.
poor lad.but akela?with these many around!
'sorry' says B.' abhi bata kya kaam hai n just see me go.'
'are bhar me gaya..tu bhi na!! man look around..I'm single for today. what girls yaar!I talked a few up, but shaadi ka mahol- akela awkward lagta hai thora..Arnie ne bhi dhoka diya-ladkawala ban gaya, but now you're here.. let's go man,lets go..'
'he he..achha achha! but where are the others? mil lete hai sabse fir kaam pe lagenge'
'are waah! kalti marta hai..dagabaaz- jaldi ja, udhar milegi. I'll look around meanwhile. hehe' and he pointed his finger southwards and bounds off.

And there sat Putlirani, resplendent. She'd always been graceful and stylish, but today, ornamented and groomed, she is looking absolutely stunning..a girl always looks the most beautiful on her wedding day, possibly because it's the happiest day of her life.And she has this spark, the glow of a beautiful soul, too..God save Mamadude, thought B.
'B!! now you come!I'm not talking to you.hunh!' Up she comes, trying to sound miffed.
'I'm awfully sorry, dear. Stuck in the traffic, you see. But why, you look gorgeous!'
'maska lagata hai! hunh!' She smiled inspite of herself.
'nahi re, sachh! Mamadude'll be swept off.he'll be flying. swear!!
'okok.wo dekhenge.hihi. see na Maddy aaya aur gayab bhi ho gaya- God knows who's he running after..mein idhar akeli baithi hun, kisiko khayal hi nahi.hunh.' there were atleast 30 people in attendence where she sat.
'are nahi re. guests receive kar raha hai wo. But pray, are all these people figments of my imagination?!'
'shut up.hihi. are these are family.I'm always with them toh. sare doston ko bhi rehna chahiye na!you say!'
'hmm.tantrum queen.loveya.hehe. where are Rosebud and Proyiti?'
'are puch maat. Seems like it's their marriage..taiyaar hone gayi hai.teesri baar. And see what Rosebud did to my dress' she complained.
The dress was somewhere between a sari and a lehenga. It appeared to have set out to be a gown but failed. Rosebud's fetish for designing was well-known among her friends. She hadn't even spared her sister.It was unconventional but not a disaster, really.
'I empathise with you, dear. but you wouldn't be wearing it if you didn't like it eh?'
'hunh! who's side are you in?'
'the bride's, undoubtedly.' smiled B.
'yayyy!! here they come.'

It was Rosebud and proyiti indeed. Both of them were dressed alike in heavily embroidered outfits, probably Rosebud's designs..a tad gaudy but gorgeous. something that suited a wedding. worthy brideswomen, dressed to kill-thought B to himself.
'hey B..itna late kahe?' say they,in unison.
'heyy gals! done with your stuff?' says B, tired of the late stuff.
'yes, atleast for the time being.' again in unison
'actually they have resolved to act and to talk in unison for the day, as far as possible. customary dhyashtamo. hihi' explains Putlirani.
B suggested some possibilities whereby this treaty can come up a cropper which results in him getting pounded by the two.
'But today is special B. So we can't possibly be regular!' Proyiti sounds destroyed.
'yes, disgusting boy, suggest something.' vintage Rosebud.
'ok. well, act as if you are normal,sane people for a change! not difficult is it?'
'come on. not so dumb!' says Proyiti.
'well then, maybe you could make faces at people, Proyiti. what's life without surprises, eh? and Rosebud, being mad is such a natural at that! heh heh heh!'
'shut up..' Rosebud's interrupted by a phone call which is greeted by a collective hmmmmm from the Ps. Rosebud blushes and heads for a corner. Must be honeyman! (no, he has got nothing to do with meds. he's just sweet!) They all flash knowing smiles. For a second, B goes into musing mode, thinking of Puchki..

'are man,what are you doing here?oh!' It's Maddy.
'where've you been?'demands Putlirani, ' you idiot. sit here and talk to us.'
'puhleeze! I did talk dear. tha to idhari mein ab tak. teri shaadi me bhi masti nahi karne degi kya..the DJ's rocking. mast dance ho raha hai. let's go yaar.'
'cool. chal proyiti. but Putlirani can't. uski to shaadi hai. tu baith-Mamadude aata hi hoga!' B sniggers.
'no-no.how can we leave little baby?'
'are chal na Proyiti. let's enjoy. abhi baraat aata hi hoga.ye rahe dekhegi aur ahe bharegi tab tak. aur mast partner mili hai. she's waiting. bhag na jaye kahi.' winks Maddy.
'whatt!!partner..Maddy mere shaadi mein kisi aurke sath nachega?!not possible. I'm coming.
'but elders might get cranky..'starts B.
'nahi nahi mein nachungi mein nachungi..'
'now that's my girl. are remember how we danced 12th ke fest mein?'
'yaya.mein nachungi.chalnaa'

And so they make their way to the dance floor. Maddy, Putlirani, Proyiti and B. Rosebud gesticulates to say she'll join in.The bride gets a huge cheer as she steps into the floor. But she's ill at ease with her outfit, so she steps out. B and Proyiti join her as Maddy starts with his waiting partner. Putlirani looks grudgingly.
'I can't. I'll get messed up. I can't go through that ordeal again.'
Meanwhile, Rosebud comes up with a sheepish look on her face.
'looking for shutterbugs to strike a pose or two dear?'asks B.
'you wish. What are you doing here?'she asks Putlirani.
'came to see people dance. can't you see? seems like your ears are still ringing! Putlirani is irked.
Sounds of a typical band-party rises above the DJ's music. Mamadude and gang have arrived.
'ei Proyiti come with me, and B go receive Mamadude and company.Quick!

'ok.' says B and leaves the blushing Putlirani(already jumping for cover) and goes to receive the troupe.Which turns out to be bigger than expected. B immediately recognizes Arnie dancing away to glory right in front of the group accompanied by Chotamama . Mamadude's riding a pony further back.His workplace being in the Hindi heartland, most of his friends come from there. The band, seemingly, was playing a Bhojpuri number and the air was thick with cries of 'kamal babua!' and 'arre gajaab!' The womenfolk who are there for the traditional reception are a bit startled, confused as to what to do. B catches hold of Arnie and drags him aside.

'dude, what are you guys upto? any plans to stop? These people are waiting.'
'I'm riding high man.We are. bhaang n vodka. deadly. Why else did you think I agreed to be a ladkawala eh? I'd have preferred scotch by the way but Mamadude the miser refused to pay!'
'wow! fekta hai saala..chal nautanki bandh kar abhi..show us Mamadude.'
'noonono. We're the ladkawalas. We decide when to stop. We'll dance for an hour now. It's our party now. Take us to the dance floor.'

Nothing doing. The bridegroom and his men are led to the dance floor. The DJ stops and the brass band(that's what the band-party called themselves) takes over. Mamadude's men led by Arnie dance like there's no tomorrow. The DJ bangs his head as the ladkiwalas gape in rapt attention. Putlirani stands among them, full of curiosity- half-hiding behind ghunghat, beside Maddy(fatefully) trying to spot Mamadude.

Mamadude, in a sequined white sherwani is literally glowing, looking like a million bucks.But he is absolutely mad at being pushed around on the pony. First it was Dida who had stood in the path of Putlirani. But Mamadude put forward a strong case expressing his undying love for Putlirani. The fact that he hadn't ever demanded anything, not even a laptop but only wanted Putlirani, the key of happiness for his happily-ever-after as his wife, had finally melted Dida's heart. Well, Dida reportedly had nightmares regularly where she had opened her laptop only for Mamadude to show up in it,wailing uncontrollably- before she'd decided to meet Putlirani and fell in love with immediately. Putlirani's parents were always supportive. So that was that. This, however was different. These idiots had forced him to take bhaang and were now doing a freak show further prolonging his wait. Deciding that he'd have to assume control over things, Mamadude looks around and sees Putlirani standing in the crowd alongside Maddy. The occasion coupled with the long wait and the bhaang conspire to add fuel to the fire of a long-standing(albeit void) suspicion. Mamadude jumps off the pony, taking centerstage as the brass band starts with a critically relevant number-emotional atyachar!!! He grooves to it in his own inimitable manner, shaking his head vigorously-widely grinning all the while, with a few devsaab n dharampaji-esque moves thrown in; much to the amusement of the onlookers. Then, fatally, he decides to exercise his vocal chords..
ye dil biglake saans banalun dharkanko awaz bana lun smoking smoking nikle re dhuaannnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
seene me jalti hai armano ki aardhi aree what to tell you darling kya huaaannnnnn....
tnauba tera jalwa tnauba tera pyaar tera emosional attyachaaaar!!!!...

There was K.L.Saigal and then there is Mamadude. His nasal tonal quality literally tugs at the heartstrings in a way even one Himesbhai's couldn't. Everybody is actually spellbound as the spectacle continues. Arnie has had a fit in the meantime and is dragged away by his feet by some people. Putlirani is bemused at Mamadude's outburst and is growing angrier by the minute. Arnie has recovered and returns to the dance floor, unfazed, and starts dancing like a man possessed. B, meanwhile, has joined the 'gajaab' clan for a closer look at what surely is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. He has got his handycam out now. Arnie collapses, perhaps having another fit; but jumps to life as B tries to drag him shouting ' aye haramzade!! I had only slipped'!!! But three men jump at him and pin him down when he tries to resume his exercise saying they can hardly afford health issues in a wedding night. Arnie struggles in vain. Mamadude continues to sing his lungs out, overjoyed at the adulation showered by the ladkiwalas as they, truly overwhelmed by what they assume to be the expression of pain of a bachelor getting married, cheer their Dulha. Putlirani, however seeing the sinister side of it, looks for Maddy to complain. But Maddy has given her the slip and is doing a jig with that partner of his. Which infuriates her all the more. And she has to keep half her face behind the goddamned ghunghat to avoid looking at Mamadude. Well, atleast for the world. The presence of the dhanno-esque pony and crucially, the complete lack of attention rolls back the years as she assumes her basantee-avataar( for the uninitiated, Putlirani had immortalised basantee on stage some years back. well, something to that effect!) and yells 'NAHIIII'!!! with all the finesse and perfection that comes from years of practise. And it hits. Mamadude stops his act and seems to be back in his senses. The brass band is still playing but all eyes are on Putlirani now who, hurt, seems to be ready for an act herself. But alas! In comes Rosebud to steal her thunder. Proyiti follows her.
'are bohut ho gaya naach-gana! I've a surprise for you all. For this grand evening I've penned down a poem which I dedicate to Putlirani and Mamadude. Here goes..'
All of a sudden there is a rush among the ladkawalas(including Mamadude) to start with the wedding ceremony. They seemingly haven't a second to loose and they blast off towards the entrance of the wedding hall risking a stampede. The ladkiwalas follow suit. Proyiti, being the intelligent girl she is, grabs hold of a cursing Putlirani and guides her inside. Rosebud finishes with her poem to find only Arnie, Maddy and B in attendence. But she is unbelievably calm. Possibly used to such treatment, thinks B, a true poet. Poets seldom get the respect they deserve, poetry hardly has any takers. sighs!
'So guys how was it?'
'absolutely wonderful Princess!!the best ever.' gushes Arnie.
'nice. good. great.' fumbles B.
'I never understood these stuff, dear. But I'm sure you'd be inspired and write better if you did it in my garden. It's beautiful- gardened to appeal to the imagination I say..' Maddy gets carried away as B, Arnie and Rosebud roll their eyes.
'are see na everybody's complaining that I don't give them enough time. And I don't get how I spend all my time! By the by, I have to tell honeyman about the reaction of people to my poem. aur 30 minutes ho gaye baat kiye hue. 30 MINUTES!! mera balance khatam ho gaya. I.S.D hai na. Maddy phone dega?'
'are I've a very important call to make. ekdum bhul gaya tha!' says Maddy, sounding apologetic and hurriedly walks off.
'my network doesn't allow I.S.Ds.' says B, trying to get away cheap.
'take mine, Princess!! Pageboy's always at your service. here you go. it's such a pleasure seeing you all so happy.' Arnie looks as if he's gonna cry. A rather emotional night for him. The bhaang n vodka didn't help either.
'oh Thanxx Arnie! you're a sweetheart.'
At this moment a group of people come tumbling in, cameras in hand. Rosebud looses her bearings and Arnie's phone as she jumps at their sight. Arnie dives to catch it. A quick 'ohIamsosorry' and off she goes snatching a camera from one of them. The others follow her seemingly for instructions. These are the JUPC(JU photographic club) guys-intimate friends of Putlirani and Rosebud.
'Arnie you sure you are alright and not sick?' asks a concerned B.
'why a**h***? what makes you feel I'm sick you g****!' Arnie's infuriated.
'oh never mind. I'm sure you're perfectly in order. hehe' fumbles B. Maddy suggests that they take a feel of the continental cuisine. Arnie readily agrees but B says he'd rather go in to take a look at how Mamadude's shaping up. Maddy says they'll grab a quick bite and catch up with B in no time. B goes inside the wedding hall.
Inside, the shamianas and the 'homkund' have been suitably set atop a little platform where the rituals are being performed. It's right at the center of the hall. The pandit is busy chanting mantras with Putlirani's daddy at the moment. B spots Putlirani and Proyiti sitting with the womenfolk having a grand time. They wave. B smiles. Mamadude is sitting with some elders in exactly the opposite direction, with their backs to them, looking distinctly uncomfortable. B walks up to him.
'hey everything alright?'
'hey B glad you are here.'starts Mamadude, 'would you please excuse me gentlemen? I'll be right back.' this to the people around, and Mamadude and B walk towards the lavatory. The women giggle. Mamadude swears under his breath. B never understood why girls find this so funny!
'B, I'm very nervous..Dad isn't here yet and these idiots who came with me have deserted me too .khane bhag gaye sab ke sab. Arnie bhi dikhai nahi de raha. Chotamama is here but he is chota after all. I'm feeling helpless.' Mamadude is putting on his famous grumpy expression as he does the needful.
'Don't you worry, main hoon na!' says B, trying to sound important and authoritative.
'but I can't believe meri shaadi ho raha hai! like am I up for it? do I even deserve it? and I antagonised Putlirani too now. ab mera kya hoga!' he is on the verge of breaking down.
'are yaar! of course you deserve it! this was your dream remember? our dream. You've fought the world and won man!..'
'but Putlirani! she must be mad at me now..Gawd! how I wish I had some chullu to settle my nerves. could you get me some B?' asks Mamadude, fighting away tears. The goddamned bhaang, thinks B. and lack of communication with Putlirani, too.
'NO chullu Mamadude!! COME ON!! Putlirani's in love with you for god's sake! It's YOUR marriage. gussa momentary hoga..sab theek hai..tereko itni pari hai to ek sms bhej de chal..' chides B. Chullu, by the way, is a toxic local drink which Mamadude has immense knowledge about, but has had only in his dreams, suspects B.
'ok..'says Mamadude, pleased at the suggestion. Chullu can go out of the window. Mamadude fiddles with his phone as B, shameless that he is, tries to sneak a look at what he types. i luv u.. muah muah is all that he can see. B suppresses a smile as they make their way out of the lavatory; the girls giggle again,perhaps it's the sms this time. Mamadude seems to be feeling better as he fills the seat he'd vacated. Arnie and Maddy are back too. They make gestures of reassurance. Mamadude is relieved.
'khana to mast bana hai bhai! Atleast thrice for me today.' gushes Arnie.
'haan yaar. count in us too.' says Maddy, looking across to B, who nods.
Mamadude, meanwhile has been called in by the pandit as the rituals continue. His father and other elders of his family have arrived and a pleasing show of camaradrie is on between the two families. Chotamama seems to be sizing up someone, smiling to himself.
'guys, can you believe this is actually happening? I mean I'd often scare myself to death thinking something might go wrong and stuff. I'm just soo glad..' says Arnie.
'Better believe it, bhai mere! This just had to happen man..mujhe Putliranipe yakeen tha hamesha se lekin Mamadude se thora darr tha lekin wo to mast bahadur nikla!' Maddy's been just this chilled-out dude since forever. They love him for that.
'sahi baat. he's the real hero man. How we used to speculate about their future haan Arnie? Junior Mamadude and such crazy stuff. It's not really Ambani-like but we are living our dream right now dude.' says B, trying to be dramatic.
'Noo..I dreamt of them marrying in a white castle on a hilltop. But I'll take this. This is the happiest day of my life..' declares Arnie, voice cracking- which turns some heads.
Maddy offers Arnie some tissues while B reminisces. Someone is heard whispering that mysterious creatures are cropping up outside- some from treetops, some from under the buffet tables and the like which has caused a considerable amount of unrest. Stupid rumours, they decide definitively. Putlirani, in the meantime has been called for the 'shubhadrishti' and is now perched on the 'pidhi', steadily going red. Proyiti joins the guys, smiling brightly.
'How beautiful they both look na?' she says.They nod in agreement. Arnie sobs mildly. Proyiti looks towards him, worried.
'tears of happiness. hehe' assures Maddy.
The pandit chants mantras and conchshells are blown as Putlirani'a 'pidhi' is lifted up by her relatives. All of a sudden Putlirani goes 'EEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!' and they very nearly drop her; there is a loud thud almost simultaneously.
'There was someone on top of the shamiana, peeping...hanging from the pole maybe.' says she, as an excuse for the bloodcurdling, breathtaking shriek as people try to regain control over their senses. Yes, Putlirani's shriek has that effect; it's lethal. She was right though, as a guy comes hobbling ,camera in hand- obviously sore from his fall. Rosebud appears from nowhere explaining that the guy was a friend from JUPC who she'd assigned this position..to take perfectly natural photographs as he'd go unnoticed and catch people unaware. The young are amused and have a good laugh. The elders glare. Rosebud gets a good thrashing from her mother for her efforts, starts crying and then thinks better of it and rejoins the gang, smug n smiling. All in 2 minutes. Rosebud really is crazy. But she does have a real good little heart and hence is loved by all. Sometimes, it's cool to be mad. Anyway, this explains the mysterious creature part too. sighs. Quite tame in the end, thinks B to himself.

Shubhodrishti is completed and Mamadude is currently the butt of all jokes for trying to whisper something to Putlirani at the first opportunity. Rosebud and Proyiti decide to take up the challenge of making faces and choose a little boy as their prey. Curiously though, the boy bursts into laughter instead of getting afraid, dampening their spirits; they return. Arnie, Rosebud, Proyiti, Maddy and B among several others circle around the couple as they take their collective vows and a lot of smoke too. Putlirani's babuji is performing the Kanyadan now with a gloomy face. Rosebud is all ready to cry but is perhaps restraining herself for the sake of her make-up. Proyiti is still smiling but has tears in her eyes now. Suddenly in comes Kalokhoka and pulls at B's arm.
'Aye!! where is my treat eh? where is it?' Kalokhoka has this habit of asking for treats anytime and anywhere.
'What for?!oh, man why are you asking me? It's not my day to give treats.' B smiles.
'Right. where is Mamadude?' and Kalokhoka sees Mamadude, who seems to be an integral member of the ongoing ceremony. Kalokhoka moves swiftly across, bends to take a proper look at Mamadude and is taken aback by his expression- thinks whether it would be prudent to make the demand now, gets nervous and wonders out aloud ' where is my treat?'Girls giggle, others stare, surprised. Mamadude gives him a red-eyed look and mumbles silently. Kalokhoka lip-reads and fully understanding Mamadude's emotions, says 'achha, ashi, nomoskar!!' and returns to the gang, thoroughly disappointed.
'ever the miser. not giving treat even today!'
'He will. day after tomorrow. Come have something to pacify your appetite for now.' smiles Rosebud and takes him out.' Kalokhoka departs, satisfied.
'simplest guy on the face of this planet.' says Arnie.
' yeah, absolutely.' agrees B.
It's the saat-phere time now as the ceremony reaches it's climax. Putlirani and Mamadude circle around the fire lending permanence to their bond. Or perhaps sealing a divine recognition.
'My best friends are now partners for life!' exclaims Proyiti, overjoyed. She has been wearing that same smile on her face for over three hours now; how lovely! thinks B to himself.
'It feels like my sister is marrying a kid brother. Strange isn't it? but Mamadude's been like a brother to me. Oh I am soo happy!' jumps Rosebud and crashlands with a stilletto on Arnie's toe, stumbles, but somehow keeps her balance. Arnie grimaces and tonks Rosebud on her head. Rosebud makes a babyface saying ' choii!!!!i didn't do it on purpose.' Arnie grumbles, B and Maddy rejoice.
'but whatever yaar, when we used to plot their hitch-up on our way back from bio tutions did we ever think they'll actually come this far?' says Maddy.
'Yes! yes I always knew they would! happiest day of my life, yes, the happiest!..' Arnie bursts into tears once again. B and Maddy hug him. They have tears in their eyes too. Rosebud and Proyiti hold hands, and stare blankly. The people around look sympathetically, and discuss how the present generation are in dire need of counsellors and psychologists. The ceremony draws to a close as people flock to congratulate the couple who, quite exhausted, are in dire need of some fresh air. and food too.
' hey guys! why not make it doubly special! let's celebrate our friendship today..'starts B.
'aren't we already? but what have you on your mind?' Rosebud inquires.
'lets do a first. lets take the pheres together. all seven of us. It's crazy but very acceptable innit? saat doston ke saat phere.. it'd be wonderful. ' B is visibly excited.
'awesome man! lets do it lets do it.'says Arnie, game as ever. Maddy pats B on the back, says he was thinking of something on these lines.
'What if they object? we shouldn't tinker with these sacred rituals should we?' says Rosebud. Proyiti looks circumspect, too.
'come on yaar! who's tinkering? achha hi hai na- Mamadude aur Putliranika doosra hoga ye, their marriage would be doubly strong.' argues B.
'tune to bas bak diya. manana toh mujhe hi parega..' Rosebud goes to mom-dad to put forward their plea. Meanwhile, the couple join them and are intimated with the plan. Mamadude panics.
'what if something goes wrong? no need no need..'
'nothing will..ap bekar me ghabrate ho..let's go ahead.' says Putlirani. The wife is the boss now, so Mamadude agrees reluctantly. Rosebud returns victorious as the elders give consent to what they tout as absolutely crazy but quite harmless. The seven make their way up the platform and put their arms around each other. Putlirani, Mamadude, Proyiti, Rosebud, Arnie, Maddy and B hop round the almost-extinguished fire making funny noises and feeling like kings and queens, like they rule the world. It's almost as if they have been set free, like birds on their first flight. For those few moments, nothing touches them..nobody counts the pheres and after a couple of minutes or so they stop, panting. The few people remaining in the wedding hall shake their heads in disbelief and curse the presentday 'freaks'. The seven hug each other now, extremely satisfied. In those few minutes, their friendship seems to have been immortalised. They feel closer, more than ever, if that's possible.
'ashche bochor abar hobe!!!' yells Arnie, somewhat cryptic in his manner. Proyiti and Rosebud go red in the face; their marriages being scheduled for the next year.
'guys please! I'm starving. Could we go eat now?' pleads Mamadude. They laugh and head outside. What a night! One to hold onto. For a lifetime and possibly beyond.



and that is that..couldn't possibly stretch it longer although wanted to; never wanted to stop, did I. And well, the characters are real, if it needs saying. A word of advice- it'd be nice if readers actually try to visualize certain situations. :) And yes, HAPPY NEW YEAR to my readers. be wary of viruses. stay healthy. keep smiling.