School Musings - Ida Scudder Series - I

This would be the first on a series of posts about junior and senior school time

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I should admit that it was fun waiting for the roughly half an hour ride back home in the bus from my school. And this was during my preschool days (more popular as kinder garden). Most of us wanted a seat by the window while some just cared about being around with friends who reside in the same locality.

The preschoolers had a preferential access / early boarding to the bus - and every time I had traveled business class in one of the flights, I always think about this :D We get to form a line and march towards the bus well ahead of the 3:30 PM when the school used to end for the rest of the junior school folks (Grades 1 through 5). And I could be wrong with this time since this goes back almost a good 29 years back, though I do recall we were first to board and usually way ahead of the slated departing time as well.

Invariably, our class teachers used to assist us at times with the trip to the bus. And also spend some time with all of us - before she got down herself and moved on - since she (Ms.Anna) actually lives nearby and didn't have to take a bus to the school.

And there was this one time, when my classmate decided to ask our teacher, "Is the sun only so much big?" No prizes for guessing who was the kid most excited by the question that walked out to the center of the bus, literally yelling - "Don't you know? The sun is a HUGE ball of fire sitting up in the sky! It just appears small to us!", with arms stretched out as much as possible to signify the monstrosity of the size of the sun!! 

Our teacher took the time out to appreciate the answer. But also reminded how to ask softly for a turn to answer a question if desiring to do so!

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How do you explain to a group of 10 year olds, an answer to the question - "Why do you say the center of earth is hot?" And this question, was back in the early 90s in a small town far away from the large metro of Chennai, with the only prominent institution then as much as now, being the CMCH (Christian Medical College and Hospital)?

Well, it didn't seem so daunting for Ms.Eapen. All she did was to pose a question back to the class - "When you mom makes you some kheer and pours out the warm contents into your bowl, how do you start eating it? Do you have it slowly from the side and top portions or take a scoop right from the center of the bowl? And if you do take a scoop right from the center of the bowl, do you put it directly into your mouth or do you blow over it to cool it down?"

And then went an explanation of the earth's crust, the mantle, lava and magma..! 

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திருக்குறள் is a famous piece of தமிழ் literature. ஒழுக்கமுடைமை is a section / portion (அதிகாரம்) on it. The class started in the same place that was given evacuation orders a while ago since there was a snake that crept into the classroom from the nearby fields in the school. I was later told it was probably a 5 month old one. I don't know if it was just plain curious to come and see how humans learn together in a school. 

Most students in our class knew reasonably well by then that not all snakes are really venomous. But considering our age, there was not much divulged about the ongoing operation itself and we were still waiting to ask a question about the type of the snake, its nature, color and what not (alright, at least some folks and not all, to be fair to the group that was content to be left playing their own games!)

When the class resumed, the first குறள் had to be read out. And it went as "ஒழுக்கம் விழுப்பம் தரலான்  ஒழுக்கம் உயிரினும் ஓம்ப படும்". Now, its the turn of explaining this couplet to the classroom still trying to mentally settle down from the evacuation and subsequent resumption of classes.  And Ms.Ramani definitely knew this better than anyone else! 

It was a session in language classroom. But she started off explaining from the incident a while ago. She asked the class a simple question - "Why do you think, all of us were scrambling to get out for what is just another living creature in this planet that probably came into our way accidentally?" The question of course, was in தமிழ். I just translated that out in the interest of keeping this blog readable for as many as possible.

The answer was prompt enough - "What if the snake was venomous? Just about any one of lives could've been under a threat?". Our teacher continued to explain the couplet and said - "திருவள்ளுவர் is trying to state the same thing about ஒழுக்கம். It is supposed to be protected and valued even greater than our lives!"

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Donut! Donut! Donut!

For those that follow my sparse publications in the blogs, you must have hopefully read an earlier post I had about how I find fall season to be enchanting, always! This year, I had to sit and search for the choicest places for viewing a full scale fall foliage, never mind that when I move the blinds up my bedroom windows, I see the same sight in the maple tree lined avenue!

What can make a trip merrier than an ability to tag along a friend with you too? Thus go some of the the conversation!

"Hey, how about checking out upstate New York? Lake Placid? White Mountain area?"

"Umm.. Er. But wouldn't it take quite a lot of time Ravi? I have a pile load of office work and a conference where I have to present something in a fortnight or so"

"Alright, how about the Catskills then? One of Hudson's catchment area as well...?"

"Done deal. Come over to my place in New Jersey. We will drive up to Catskills and then return tonight"

All this was happening almost closer to noon time. This meant, by the time I get to my friend's place in New Jersey, it is already about 2:00 PM. And he was impatiently waiting for me. With everything already being in a delayed mode, there was no time to lose. Out we started... driving up the I-287 North. Lately, my mobile has been filled with a good deal of Tamizh literature lectures and I just choose to play some tracks from it while driving. Not that it was extremely fascinating choice for my co-passenger friend - but well, we are at least not falling asleep or quarreling over what should be playing on the speakers!!

The I-287 is one of those roads where I always find it a hard time to maintain a speed less than 70 mph - only because you might get either run over - literally, or keep getting some obnoxious honks - as if you were in violation of some unstated speed limits, which by the way, I suppose is at least closer to a 80 mph.

When I had watched the San Andreas movie in the theatre, I recall some of the opening scenes of the movie. A young girl decides to just listen into Taylor Swift and cruises in the highway - at least an empty one when she is stuck by a rockfall / stone hit and swerves and falls into deep valley. The only thing I was thinking to myself when I saw this scene back then was - Is this even possible in real life? I mean, a bird hit in an airplane - yes. A stone hit or an object hit for a cruising car on the road? Seems unlikely - and yes it did, until I found a flying bumper come in from nowhere right into my path at a good speed. It was too fast for any decision to brake or shift lanes (which was anyway not doable considering the parallel traffic was at an equally good speed). The flying object hit my front bumper. And before I even knew it, I was gone past the object and it was not visible any longer on the rear view or side mirrors.

The incident did jolt me a bit. What was this supposed to even be? A bad omen of sorts for the journey? Or karma deciding to give me a punishment for not heeding my dad's word in the morning not to head out anywhere but stay home and take rest? I wouldn't know the answers yet. But one thing was certain - intuitively, I wanted to cut my journey short and not be up at the Catskill as planned earlier. I had to settle on some other place. I am not going back home without having my share of trekking and walking either.

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard that I always keep to be a quarter hour fast on purpose. And I of course, know this too well that it probably doesn't make sense anymore than to have it running at the correct time! It was already around 3:15 PM now. We had another 100 miles left to hit Catskills area. And thus went another conversation series

"Hey, don't you think that the sun is kind of setting a little earlier these days than usual?"

"Yes Ravi, it indeed does!"

"So, what if we land up being at Catskills just around the sunset time? What do you think we might be able to see if a veil of darkness decides to descend earlier than usual?"

"Well, how about I check the weather app Ravi? Give me a second."

(Internally to myself) "Oh well... I am sure I don't want to be going far with what just happened..."

"Oh yes - but I think the weather app can be trusted only so much you see!!" 

(Lots of experience gets shared / quoted. Relevant. Irrelevant. Doesn't matter for now!)

"Hey... look at this signal on my dashboard. I am not sure I have seen this come on before in my car!"

"Ravi, will you stop freaking out and understand that its nothing more than stating one of your tyres have a low pressure? We can pull over at the nearest place where we can probably just fill up some air. I have done that several times. These are standardized systems"

"Alright, so be it. But tell me, don't you think, going back to the same topic, we might want to cut short the trip so that we can enjoy the foliage view in the sunshine?"

"Well.. it looks like you have quite made up your mind already to change the destination. So be it. Where are we going now?"

"Oh thanks a ton for the understanding. I am now taking the upcoming exit to I-80W. Let's hit the High Point Monument in New Jersey"

"Alright, whatever... I am game."

Nothing seemed out of turn for quite some time thankfully. We weren't able to spot a place for refilling air until we got quite deep into Sussex county area. 

"Hey, you just filled up the air, didn't you? Why am I STILL seeing this sign flashing on the dashboard?"

"Hold on Ravi. Sometimes, these indicators DO take some time to get reset. Just keep driving up for a little more time. We should probably be good in a while"

So, I kept driving up, up and away - into the long winding mountainous terrain. It was so much fun stopping over one place after another trying to figure a way to get to the parking lot nearest to the monument - until we eventually found there is one really close by to it. And WOW... this was worth every strain... Look at it from one side - complete view of NJ areas. Another side - NY. Yet another side - PA. It was a perfect junction of the states indeed..!

After tons of photography which both myself and my friend couldn't get enough of, we decided to head back home. Then begins the drama - of the same TPMS - Tyre Pressure Monitoring System. No matter what we did, the light would just refuse to shut out. We chugged slowly back into the same spot where we had filled air. All the while, my friend kept asking me - "Do you sense anything unusual steering?" I replied, "Nothing!"

When we parked ourselves into the spot for refilling air is when we noticed the air pressure was starting to drop drastically. It just was a little short of hissing. And I noticed it wasn't just the air pressure on the tyres that were dropping. With all the photographs that I was gleefully taking using my new 16 MP Moto 4G phone, the battery in my cellphone has dropped drastically too :D

"Its clearly a flat tyre on the front of the passenger side", my friend said. 

"Can you call the roadside assistance helpline?"

Fact is, I didn't note the number down anywhere to have it handy. I had to get onto my mobile's browser and pull it all up in a Google search. So far so good. We did wait about 45 minutes before we saw a gentleman from the toeing company walk up to the car with his toolkits. He took out the "spare tyre" in the boot of my car. And voila! That's the first time I learnt that the spare tyre is really not a proper spare like what I am accustomed to seeing back home in India. This one was supposedly a "donut" tyre. I had clear cut instructions not to drive above 50 mph and keep the drive to less than or equal to a 100 miles and get assistance with fixing the proper tyres before proceeding any further.

This was some totally new learning. And it followed up with a lot more. I was so exhausted by then from the trek, wait and everything. I literally wanted a donut - no, not for the car. But for myself - and on a plate :D :D

Thank You Series - a technology twist..!

Technology... Technology... Technology...!! Oh, how wonderful it has been! After all, we all enjoy the fact that we don't have to look forward to a physical bank office location being open and rather have these tiny boxes all over the roads and complexes, of various hues and sizes, dispensing cash, if we had it in our accounts that is, all through the day! The never ending rush and lines at payment counters for the utility bills are definitely a thing of past now, with the money making its way out of the accounts for several reasons - all over the wire again, little to do in terms of physical presence or geographic locations. Sometimes, technology can go real far beyond its limited roles of advancing and easing our lifestyles to remind us who we truly are - social creatures. In this blog post, I am going to talk about one such an experience I had.

During the end of week of the 14th August, I suddenly heard this murmur in my mind... "Ravi, start taking control... you are way long out of it". Control? But.. hmm.. er... of what? "Food, of course! You have been eating as if there is no tomorrow. Your stomach can probably digest off... I am not able to... You have been checking in at every other corner side restaurant all over the place..." Oh well, this is something sane. I cannot take to any sane advise easily! "Alright... listen carefully, how about you start reviewing your accounts at least? Do you even know what's going on with them... You have been way too much a consumerist... think about it!" OKAY! This sounds somewhat reasonable. But where do I begin? "Why not with the upcoming payment dues?" OKAY!

A perfect weekend night when I should've probably been humming and reminded of the Highwayman, an upcoming energy bill payment came to my mind. Oh well, I think I got the starting point..!! I will pay them a good two days in advance through my credit cards and retain my cash balance! Can there be a better way than a mirage of a higher bank balance as a perfect place to start feeling things are being brought under control? :D

Everything seemed good now. Credit card payments don't come due until a particular point in the month. And I am going to be lucky having to see extra money lingering in my accounts until then! Two days passed. The actual date of the electric and gas bill due came in. And its from that point that I would begin to realize how technology can have far reaching implications on anything that I would've ever known..! Thanks to my sense of starting to take tighter control, I was happily trying to move away from using my credit cards for some of my normal purchases and started to use cash. And invariably, there were places that definitely had better deals for cash payments as opposed to credit payments too. Wow! What a discovery!

Well.. not exactly I realized, until the time that my energy company deemed it fit to go ahead with the automated payment setup on my account regardless of the payment I already made. Well, so what? It should now be a $0 payment right? How can systems be designed to send over a $0 payment deduction? Come on, there should be something in "the design". Well yeah, logically! If not, someone should've definitely caught and found this - after all, who is to really validate and test the design?Alright, its becoming increasingly hard these days to talk about something without getting references back to work! Apologize for that.

So, what's the big deal? Well - the payment actually got deducted. Alright, what's the deal again? Just get that reversed? Now came the shocker to me... my energy company apparently prepares the "draft of folks" whose account needs to be automatically deducted for balance due. And this goes out just the two days before the actual due dates. OKAY. So what? They cannot "reverse" and had to send me a cheque.

Alright, here is what happened.... I got stranded with a mobile that went out of charge in the Journal Square Station of PATH. I had to travel to Seacaucus Junction. Train services had already kicked into the weekend schedules and my travel back to the 33rd Street was out of question with the weekend maintenance that seemed to have kicked in. Exhausted and still having to go for a good 30 miles before I can get to hit my place of stay for the rest of the night, I was definitely looking at the fastet choice to get to Seacaucus Junction, where I had parked my car. 

Alright, now these are usual commutes that most people do. And we are talking about cities that literally don't sleep. What's the big deal? Well... the deal is, I had to take a taxi... and taking it meant having cash on hand. I head to the ATM at the junction to withdraw cash and I was thrown an alert that I had to overdraw my account if I chose to pull cash (thanks to the energy company episode). I tried keying in a smaller amount and the same thing happened. Oh yeah, that phenomenal third try... and the big LOCKOUT happens with the message asking to call and confirm to release my ATM debit card since "fraudulent activity was suspected". Fair enough! 

Now, none of this is going to change the situation I had to deal with. I still need a way to get to Seacaucas. With still needing a way to get out to Seacaucus junction and having a switched off phone, my mind was racing quickly on what should I do. After some thought post walking up and down at the entrance of the station, I figured out I might as well ask the taxi if he would accept credit cards and if technology can rescue me somehow. "Credit cards? No Sir, sorry!" With a shut off phone and a shut off bank account as well (though it apparently didn't have the money I was requesting for, I could've at least incurred the wrath of fees considering the situation), I decided to give explaining my situation to the taxi driver a shot. He gave a patient listening to me and said, "Well.. I can do something for you my friend... If you can get my tank filled to the same amount as the travel to Seacaucus would take, I am good". Aaah..! What a big relief. Good old barter system! I definitely had all of the technology failures here to ultimately thank for the human connect built at 2:30 AM on a warm and sultry Saturday morning in a populous and bustling city, with a taxi driver whom I do not know if I might cross paths with again! 

Surprise, of another kind..!!

That we all throw surprises is a given. Most likely, we try to make them pleasant if it is our kith and kin in question. Sometimes though, these "planned" surprises can land on you upside down, taking the form that you would least expect them to.

I was long contemplating a visit to the Lehigh Valley Zoo. After having talking through it with my friend for quite a while, we decided to step out to the zoo during the first weekend of March, when the weather conditions turned a tad fair. The weekend did come. And I looked up their website and got in a few tickets as well. We started the drive towards the zoo. 

The drive was an extremely amazing one. The whole valley was still snow capped and looked to be more of a skiing resort than like a place that could contain a zoo in it. My friend's kid was definitely going restless with the drive and he had a few reprimands from his mom and dad.

After we turned over into the venue through all the winding roads, we never anticipated that the surprise would be for us as opposed to being for the kid..! Yes, the zoo was closed for "snow removal" operations and they had put it up on their website (probably a tad later than when we would've got our tickets and started heading out..!)

Considering all the reprimanding that was on, it would definitely not be a wise thing to even let know a future Irwin in the making that the zoo was closed. Next game plan? Try to get to the Crayola experience at Easton. But thankfully, we didn't get into any surprises there, save the fact that it was in the heart of the Easton downtown area and parking was a tad of a hassle.

A screwed up appeal from a person who understood when screwing right matters..!!

"Oh no, its all screwed up!"

"Now, don't get it all screwed up, OK?"

I am never sure how many times I could've probably heard these kind of statements floating in the air.  With a long passage of time, guess the expletive context is, thankfully, almost non existent with these expressions and they have become age and gender neutral too.

Alright - getting around the head to touch my nose is something I pretty much do. So, let me stop it at that and come to the trigger of this whole write up at what would seem like an unearthly hour for a blog post. 

One of the pleasant and cherished things I have about the US is the "DIY" furniture. The cartoon strip of an IKEA job interview where someone is asked to "take their seat" and all they see is a host of components and tools lying on the floor to actually build one for themselves remains fresh on my mind, though not the source itself. Guess it was on one of those ever friendly groups like "Joke Zone", "Medical Humor" or "Wonderful Engineering" etc on our good old Facebook. 

So, what's the big deal of the "Do It Yourself" furniture? They have been around for quite a time now and is probably the most common place stuff? Yes, they are. The only part that I always get into difficulty is with this - though I love them a lot and keep getting a ton of them to embellish my living space as much as possible, I always manage to get things screwed up - and all the wrong way for the most part, with these "do it yourself" furniture..! 

Got a fine dining table set. Guess with all the efforts for about a few hours late in the night at 7 PM, I still landed up with a "floating" seat base for the chairs and a "floating" top for the table..! Yes, I am just plain unsure how to use the remaining screws and fix them up. And calling up the help desk to talk through to a machine for about half an hour before reaching some assistance is something I wouldn't want to do. How about the neatly laid out manuals? Don't they help? Yes they do, providing there is not much to be made out of using some commonsense as well...! And I wouldn't need to accentuate that commonsense is something uncommon. And I am uncommon ;)

Any ideas on how to fix these folks? I am thinking of hunting down a two ended suction cup from the nearest Home Depot / Lowes / whatever..! But I am still not sure if they work only between glass and metal or if they are good enough for a metal and wood combination as well.

Falling leaves, rising thoughts

Having grown up in the tropical regions of the world which has abundant sunshine throughout the year has always made me take the Sun and its benefits for granted. This was not until I reached the temperate climes of the United States - first time during the "summer" of 2008. And if you are wondering why the double quotes for summer, it is just because that is pretty much the kind of weather I have seen all around the year back in my home town in the Indian subcontinent.

The first season that endured after the "summer" was the most enchanting one and is probably the one time of the year I would look forward to if I were ever traveling to / staying in the temperate climes - yes, it would be the "fall". 

The first "introduction" that I have ever had to the fall was through a short story called "The Last Leaf".   That was school time. All I ever saw anywhere around in the otherwise hot town of Vellore, which even earned a sobriquet வெயிலூர் (veyyiloor) amongst the large populace (meaning, the town where the sun always keeps shining bright and the temperature keeps a steady 30s or 40s on the centigrade scale), were green bushes enjoying the photons or parched and dried grasses and palms which had given up on their fight with the Sun. This ensured that relating to this story very hard at that point in time. I mean, how or why would leaves start falling off from most of the trees (by the way, my knowledge in botany or geography was nothing to speak home about then!) ? Why is this lonely girl so deeply entrenched with the thought that the fall of the last leaf is also going to signal her demise? 

Well, these thoughts were running abound then in my mind. And it did keep running around in some corner of my mind even as late as 2008 - some solid 10 to 12 years since I had read that story for the first time. But experiencing the fall season changed all of that. I went to re-read the story one more time, the difference being, this time, I got some newer insights and truly appreciated the experience, the pain and the hope being depicted in it. 

Did the Green Days choose to sing that they should be woken up when September ends so that they can relish the beautiful fall? I wonder!! Alright - now, that was some incoherent rambling, I agree. So, what is the deal about the "rising thoughts" and "falling leaves" anyway? Here is what it is - as I look around the umpteen trees that are throwing up their cover and doing it so with a colourful glee, it looks to me as if they are the only ones who are ready to savour the flavours of the upcoming winter, when  every other fauna goes about trying to add more and more layers of additional protection to keep themselves warm. Is this a lesson in equanimity - to treat and enjoy the flavours of all seasons that is something of a larger message being passed by the flora to mankind? Ah, there goes another red one... falling near my window. Catch you folks later!

Visit to Dwarka - I

My mom was still in a state of disbelief when I informed her that I have made ALL arrangements for a trip to Dwarka for four days! And it was only as the journey unfolded that she came to know, that by 'ALL' arrangements, I had only meant the travel arrangements to and from Dwarka and noting else - more on that later.

This is was the itinerary i had to start with:

flight until Ahemedabad from Chennai on Saturday

Night bus from Ahemedabad to Dwarka on Saturday

Sunday and Monday - At Dwarka

Night bus from Dwarka to Ahemedabad on Monday

Monday flight back to Chennai

There were a lot of obvious gaps. To begin with, the flight was supposed to land on Ahemedabad at 6:30 PM. The night bus is supposed to be leaving at 10:30 PM. I didn't have any answers for what we might be doing at Ahemedabad for 4 hours! I mean, we cannot be having dinner for all of that time! I deeply trusted our notion of Indian Stretchable Time. But as Murphy would have it, the take off as well as the landing were SHARP..! I dodged my mom into spending some time around the airport and explaining how nice the new airport was and giving her comparisons of it with other airports I had visited. Post some time, which didn't cross even half an hour, she told she had enough of it and we should start heading out! Head out, yes! But where to? I mean, I didn't have any idea other than a name called Paavan Travels at Ellis Bridge Road Paldi from where we were supposed to board the bus! And that would be at 10:30 PM - still way way off..! I had no idea about the traffic or other situations in Ahemedabad to know how long it might take to reach there! But in all likelihood, it might not fill the entire time..! My mom is a bigger sportie than I. She suggested that we just get to that place and chart out remaining things later than roam around the airport and attract undue attention of the CISF security personnel..!

We head towards what we could see as a Gujarat tourism enquiry counter. There was only one person manning the counter. I pulled out my reservation slip for the bus and requested for directions. He was helpful enough and suggested I call up a chartered cab and provided me the number. The one thing that misfired was the information he gave regarding the rates for the cab. I called up the chartered cab only to find that it is MORE expensive than the prepaid cab at the airport terminal - running contrary to his claims of it being cheaper!

So, we moved towards the prepaid taxi counter. Had to part with Rs.350. The driver ushered us into his cab - a rather old but decent Indica. I don't recall how long he drove. I just intervened to ask about the name of the river whose bridge we were crossing and he responded 'Sabarmati Sir!'. As we closed into our destination, we realized 8 PM mark is still far off. I queried for some eateries around. The driver was kind enough and showed us the Paavan travels office and took us a little less than a half kilometer distance to stop by at a Gujarati restaurant. He left immediately without demanding or looking forward to any tips - rather strange! Talk of some conscious impression to leave behind with a tourist? I wonder!

Pakvan - that was the name of the restaurant. It had a small set of stairs in a circular fashion that led to its entrance. And we were welcomed by a bronze idol of Shri Ganesha. The restaurant in itself looked pretty simple and neat. There was just one board announcing the rate of the food - Rs.140 per head and nothing more! Seeing a restaurant with SO MUCH space and SO LITTLE people did raise some initial doubts on my mind, although I could see my mom already being guided to a seat by one of the cheerful waiters there. We did settle down at a convenient seat. And it is when the food got doled out that all of my doubts began to start melting away, much like how the Shrikhand served there melted in my mouth for the fifth time in a row, in less than a second of landing up on my plate..! Unlimited quantities of mouth watering  phulkas, pooris, dhoklas, samosas, aloo sabji, gobi sabji, dhal, rice, Shrikhand were being served..! The waiters were only too eager to cater to confirmed foodies like yours truly with a smile on their faces! The bill was also to be paid at the counter and there was a separate tip box too for dropping in your tips! And believe me, you wouldn't be able to ignore the tips portion and walk out, considering the kind of food and service that you get there! 

So,what do we do NEXT? It was just 8:30 PM and Paavan Travels was hardly a few minutes walk from there! My mom suggested that we just walk and wait at the office of Paavan travels. I agreed and we moved on. I handed the ticket slip to the person at the counter. He scribbled the bus number on the ticket and gave it back to me, his expression clearly suggesting we are way too early for the trip! We settled down at the narrow bench and it was still sweltering hot though sun had set an hour back. Yes, the sun was shining brightly as late as seven pm..!

The bus did arrive a little earlier than scheduled, though it landed up leaving later than the scheduled departure time. I have never traveled in a complete sleeper bus coach before. I assumed a Volvo A/C sleeper coach would automatically imply convenience. That was not to be! The coach had marked out spaces - what I would prefer to call 'sleeping boxes'. These were in no way meant for a six footer like me! My mom was thankfully, convenient though she said the aircon made it a very cold journey. Lesson learnt - added facilities don't imply an added convenience!! Anyway, the journey had begun. I had somehow managed to coil myself and slept through the whole night before waking up to seeing a few windmills on the coastal side at 7:00 am on Sunday.