Whenever the sisters from Powai convent meet Femin chettan, they will have only one subject to talk about; Agnes, our Aggie. It is because Aggie now goes to the play school runs by the sisters and her talks become big-talks around there and among all who know Aggie.

Deena sister revealed the latest Aggie-talk to Femin chettan yesterday. After seeing the Sister in the same nunnery uniform every day, Aggie couldn't help pouring her heart out to Sister sometime last week. As she thought the Sister doesn’t have as many clothes to change everyday, she had an offer in mind; "Sister I will ask my amma to get you new clothes when she comes from the US"

What to tell back, the sister just nodded.

She was on a month's trip to Washington with her Appa, to meet her Amma, Jilly. In her own words, her schedule also contained a glance of 'Obama uncle' but she told us that he did not come out while she was out there. (This is what Femin chettan made her to believe, I think).

After coming back to India, though she did not have much of a 'Jet Lag' as expected by us, she had enough of something we felt as an 'Eat Lag' as she was busy trying a Fork on a chapatti.

What attracted us more was not anything above, but her recent multilingual talk-attempts as she approached one by one. While she asked 'Paani' to her maid, 'Water' was that she asked to her Aunty. And it was 'Vellam' she wanted from Ebie.

As Aggie-talk goes on like this, let's wait for something funnier very soon.

Talking on Cellphone in an ATM could be fatal to your monetary health. It could easily cheat your thoughts and free you off your savings. And sharing an ATM centre with such people could be dangerous too and my story will substantiate this point.

I was busy begging some money to one of the money telling machines kept at the famous Powai Galleria branch of ICICI Bank. Then this 'lady on phone' entered with so much to talk and conclude with no more minutes to spare. She kept on talking while the machine ate her card, chewed it and finally excreted the money she demanded. Since she was too busy or such over-confident that the machine wouldn't make a mistake in counting, she did not even count the notes and left the Machine like a ball bounced back.

After a second's silence, the machine started screaming as if something got stuck in its stomach. I looked back and saw her card not taken back by her and thus the machine was angrily screaming. Without thinking much, I took the card out and flung to look for her. But she had disappeared.

I proceeded to the bank branch attached to the ATM centre and gave the card to one of the senior executives. He offered me a seat and asked my name. Respectfully, he then sped up the little banking I had to do.

While coming out of the bank, a chill struck my thoughts and I asked myself, what if this bank executive wouldn't handover the card to its owner? What proof I have that I handed over the card to the bank? One thing was obvious; the machine had captured my face, while I took the card out. And what if it never reaches its owner? Who will stand chargeable?

I walked back to the bank and confirmed with the man whether he could give me some declaration that I had handed the card over to the bank. He said, he had already informed the card owner and she was rushing back. Another executive came and thanked for what I did.

While walking back with the peace I acquired, a sad fact came into my thoughts. Today, we barely trust any one. Rather we can't. A wholehearted help to the other could land you up in pitiful trouble. In the drought of truth and wholeheartedness, our minds have dried up to a materialistic desert full of greed and self-importance.

And another truth revealed itself as the moral of the story. I realized that even I had done this mistake by talking on phone while attending the ATM machine. It was indeed a great lesson, why I shouldn't do it again.