Let's Tee off...

... on a long overdue tag game. Here's what one's got to do.

"Comment and I'll give you a letter, list ten things you LOVE which begin with that letter, then post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own."

A Reader from India assigned the letter 'T' and here's my spin on it.

1. T for Trevor - I've always had a thing for names beginning with 'T'. ;-) Hence the pen(n) name, Trevor.

2. T for Talisman - I love the engraved kind. I'm not a believer of the occult; I just happen to like the idea.

3. T for Table Tennis - Well... let's just say YMCA thought pretty highly of me and i liked how they thought. ;-) I love Tennis too.

4. T for Technology - I love gadgets. Ma wondered if i'd grow up to be a mechanic because as a kid i liked to open up cars rather than play with them. I keep track of the new and obsolete, especially so when it comes to cameras and lenses. I can write an essay on LCD vs Plasma and store it on my wrist watch with a built in USB drive.

5. T for Trivia - Big fan of general trivia (not of the quizzing kind). Great ice-breaker.

6. T for Trekking - It's great fun for nature enthusiasts. The longest and the most memorable trek of my life has been the Bright Angel Trail. A steep 17 mile round-trip down (to the Colorado river) and up the Grand Canyons (South Rim).

7. T for Travel - Travel, nature and photography go hand in hand. Travel lets you explore biodiversity. It adds to your wealth of experience. FWIW, Tasmania is high on my must visit list.

8. T for Toblerone - Chocolate, honey and almond nougat - what's not to like? On one of my flights from Frankfurt to Hyd... i'd rather not say.

9. T for Triumph - Oh, it's heady and intoxicating. I love the head rush.

10. T for Towel - Reading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was like an epiphany. I quote...
"A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a brush, but very very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough. More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc, etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with."