Gratitude Thursday

Today I'm grateful for

my husband and his love

the very few good friends surrounding me

Gmail, for saving memories that I would never have thought to save

the key

Time has the answers locked up

The key is to give it some time

So Long Pluto!

Last morning we went to the beach to watch the sunrise. We fought through 30 minutes of thick traffic at 5:30 in the morning and reached the beach just in time to catch the big ball rise in brilliance. It was a serene moment. We were wordless for a while squinting at the red ball watching it turn bright orange; listening to the waves while traditional fishing nets were folded up against the shore; their morning tasks completed. We often take pleasures such as having the shoreline so close to us for granted, because we were raised right here. But for those few desi North-Indian couples basking in the morning warm waters; it was their only chance to enjoy the Indian Ocean.

I couldn't help but imagine what lay beyond the big blue vastness. I've always been intrigued with the earth and space; Nasa's newest discoveries, and of course the newest "space elevator". It was then that I realised how my husband and I come from such simpler times. We come from a time when

• We would wait for that one Saturday a month when our fathers would promise to take us to the much awaited exhibition and later to the beach for the evening.
• A single stick of ice cream (not playstations) was the blackmail for better marks in class tests.
• Tuitions weren't the order of the day.
• The moon and stars were both the same distance from Earth (or so we were told, until science proved otherwise)
• We could spend the whole of our childhood and teen life without ever having to use the mobile phone once.
• We could buy our whole year's stationary in under 200 bucks.
• We could appreciate pop music without having to deal with the likes of Miley Cyrus or Justin Bieber.
• We were taught that Pluto is still considered the 9th planet of our milky way!

Reality hits us hard when we know that we are all too consumed with our racing lives that we barely have time to stop and watch the waves of time racing past us. All we hear is the whoosing sound it makes when it's already too late.

My Life Rocks

I work for a technology and business solutions company that has a global presence. Yesterday we received an email from the HR team introducing some kind of calendar of events to all of its employees. It contained an attachment with the word calendar spelled as "calender" and the heading within the spreadsheet containing the word "calander" in it. I, on the other hand, had all the time on my hands to spot these mistakes. Oh well, My Life Is Average!

Boxing day

Nope, I'm not talking about the day after Christmas. Although the 26th December holds significance for other reasons. I'll come to that later.

It was an evening of punching on the face and neck. Both my husband and I boxed! Of sweaty foreheads and aching arms. We think its one way to exercise those lazy muscles while still in the comfort of our home. He bet me in tennis and earned applause (and saw some 16-something year old cheer girls do their thing) while I kicked his ass in bowling. I must mention, I've never gone bowling before. He says I'm a natural :D. Oh and we both kicked the crap out of our fellow boxer too. I've never boxed before in my life; not even wrestled with my sister. Phew! Some evening!

Anyhow, I now have a sore shoulder and an extremely happy husband at home. Not the kind that likes to laze on the couch. He's up and active and can't keep his hands off his new Nintendo Wii!