I was using it for a crossword puzzle book at the airport. The pages of the book were soft, I was irritated as my pencil refused to write at times. I always carry pencils rather than a pen in my handbag.
Pencils have always had a place in my heart. They write well on regular paper. I attend seminars and find they provide with pencils rather than a pen. I can chew, stomp a pencil, it still works. It needs no ink or battery to operate. It floats too. And can work just fine after getting wet.
My pencil also has a small “better than nothing” eraser at its one end. This encourages me to make mistakes. Wise men advice and encourage mistakes. The best thing about with a pencil is that you can change by simply erasing it.
Pencils can do extraordinary things, they are best for tagging plants; graphite does not fade in the sun, Pencils can be handy when you need to stir your coffee or tea ( not always you can locate a spoon ) incidentally the eraser adds a nice flavor to it. Pencils can be used as toothpicks and they are world-class back scratchers!
Like pens, pencils too are mightier than the sword, And you can hide this sword between your wrist, shirt sleeve and between you socks and ankles. An average pencil can be sharpened 17 times, write 45,000 words or draw line 35 miles long. No doubt, that is why Ernest Hemingway used pencils for writing.
When I was in class two, I remember my classmate tell me, that one could make an eraser at home. She explained the procedure. I was happy to have learnt it. I shared this news with my younger sister, and we both decided to experiment it. We smuggled a box of 12 pencils from the stationery cupboard. Sharpened each pencil to the very end of it. This valuable dust we placed in a clean bottle, added lots of perfume ( this bottle of perfume was gifted to Mom) some glue and a little water. As per, her instructions, to protect this solution from sunlight, we placed this bottle in the extreme, dark corner of the wardrobe ( the way mom kept her pickle Jars).
My friend confirmed, that in a couple of days this would set (like jelly or custard) and soon we would have home-made eraser … wow!!!
6 comments:
Nice refreshing post.Hooray for the mighty pencil. it seems insignificant but cannot be without. I love pencils also especially because I can erase my mistakes and start over. I wish life was like that so that we can have a second chance to correct our mistakes.
oh u forgot something grt tht u can do wid pencil.....put its tip size up...where the oder person is abt to sit..ouchh!!!!!
hehe.....infact did it wid my one of frnds back in school n boy did he kill me..
so advice naah dont even try this foolish thing
Yes I love the pencil too _ it makes my writing come out better than the pen.And when I write with the pencil I don't tire too easily _ i can write more.
and tell me, how many erasers did you get?:)
And Have you noticed, no one wants to borrow a pencil?
me too love penicls!! cool stuff to write on a sunday! :)
i like pencils too but the way u wrote it abt, it seemed like an ultra cool machine rather than the humble looking thing it is. he he he...
btw, did that puilp turn to an eraser? what happenned next??
Hi starry ...
ya wish life was like a pencil we get a chance to erase the mistakes...
that was philosophical..
hi hoping4more ...
welcome to my blog world and i hope you will visit again...thankyou
hi desperado...
good u realised that was wrong...thankyou
Hi Usha,
very rite everyone wants a pen...no one borrows a pencil these days...
Hi Neers,
welcome to my blog world...thankyou
Hi Mizfit,
it did sound like cool machine..
i thought no one liked a pencil these days...
lol...but many do.thankyou
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USha and MIzfit
that pulp of home made eraser was located by my mom( i think red ants leaked the secret)....I got good beatings for ruining twelve pencils and inspiring my younger sister ... and making her think that we were going to start production of home made eraser very soon!!...
lol.. was it not for the beatings i think i would have never remembered this incident...its a cherished memory.
bye
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