Morning last Sunday, a colleague showed me the newspaper and said I'm on it.

Yes, I am -- there below! -- together with our Indian colleagues during the celebration of the Indian Independence Day last 15 August.



Naks!

I'm impressed with the Indian Nationals in our office. They sang their national anthem, explained the meaning of their flag, showed us their national flower (lotus), animal (tiger) and fruit (guess what? it's mango, too!).

They also had a short contest where I won a prize. It's an impromptu Q&A which I managed to answer quite accidentally.

The question: Who was the first man to walk in space?

In an almost inaudible sound, I whispered to my colleague that it can't be Neil Armstrong, although I doubt whether Yuri Gagarin is the person...

I didn't finish my sentence because an Indian collegue was already pointing at me saying that I got the answer right! Cool. The things you get when you're verbalizing your thoughts. Hehe.

I gave away the prize to another colleague -- an Indian -- who had a newborn that same morning.

Although belatedly, I greet all my Indian friends -- and all the Indians in the world -- namaste.