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Welcome to the weekly comment feature created by Unknown Mami in which she (when time allows), I and hopefully anyone else who is interested, posts on comments.  Comments  made and comments received.  Some of the best things which happen in the blogosphere happen in comment boxes.

These days, owing to pressure of work, I'm visiting the blogs to which I subscribe on my mobile when I'm on the run, making commenting almost impossible.  But now and then I manage a comment here and there.  Here are a few of my recent efforts!

My rakhi brother Rummuser has just done a post on his top five regrets.  I couldn't ignore this one and had to comment with MY top  five regrets.  I commented:

I regret that:

(1) I was a good girl and didn’t end up having to jump out of windows. It is certainly good to play safe, but think what I missed.

(2) That I never learnt to speak Russian so I can never know the joy of reading Tolstoy in his original language. I’ve never read him in English either, but that’s beside the point.

(3) That I didn’t become a businesswoman and remained a housewife. Think of all the money I missed.

(4) That I never starred in a major film production. I think that I would have put Meryl Streep to shame. Then again, who wants to spend their life being someone else?

(5) That I could never get excited about cricket. Like, I’m thrilled that India won and everything, but seriously, what is all the fuss about?

Well, it looks a bit trite but I thought it was wonderfully funny at the time.  Sense of humour is in the mind of the beholder, I suppose.

I was over visiting Grannymar's post on the topic of  'risk' the other day.  It was called "Take A Break".  She was saying "Would I risk it for a biscuit?  Depends on the biscuit!"  That made me laugh.  I remember back in the day when I lived in Dublin, when asked the question "would you risk it for a biscuit?" there was a standard answer.  I commented:

Would you risk it for a biscuit? Not for the whole of Jacobs!

That refers to the famous biscuit factory, Jacobs in Dublin.  It's long gone.  There I go, getting all nostalgic!  And homesick.   I'd better bring this post to an end.

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