We do not remember days; we remember moments

This is so true .. that we remember moments. Moments that stay in our hearts always .. moments that we look back at and feel our hearts fill with emotions -- it was one such evening today.

Our friends had dropped buy for tea and I served them upma that I made for tiffin and chai with salt crackers.

In my earlier blog, I mentioned about our wedding CD. Well, today we saw our reception CD. I must confess, it was a reception very well planned by my parents and in-laws. Close to a 1000 people attended to bless us. I realise its full value now that I live 10's of 1000's of miles away from my home country.

It reminded me of my college class mates, work collegues, friends who grew up with me in my neighborhood and most importantly my entire family. Ladies adorned with jewels and men folk striking casual conversations made the atmosphere festive. There we were on the dias, center of attention that evening .. dressed in a orange-gold silk sari with gold ornaments standing beside my handsome hubby. Well.. like they say, we remember moments ..

All I can say is .. We are very much looking forward to Archu's Ayush Homam (Traditional 1st Birthday) in Chennai on Oct 25th. I am sure it will be an occasion to meet all our relatives at one go and revive lost connections.

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Discovering the 'Roots'

I remember being fascinated by a TV commercial for a website called Ancestry.com. It was a new concept, in 2005 perhaps. I love how in the US, they trace the roots with the Social Security Number and form the family tree. Hailing from India, a country that has existed and birthed generations much earlier that the US; I often wish that our ancestors had some sort of tracking mechanism. I'm glad that the PAN number concept has sprung up in recent times, but nevertheless. How many of us can pin point where we came from? I would love to know though. Many of us have moved cities. Many of us have parents that made the move earlier on in their careers. I know Indians in the US who were born here because their great grand parents moved here in 1950s. I am curious to know more about my Ancestory. We don't have any tracking mechanism such as Social Security numbers, but it would be nice if I knew the profession the men folk were involved in, where did the move to, what was their

Scars of time

Situations we wish never happened in the first place, certain periods of time that seemed to pass very slow, like eternity but that will also pass. But there is always a reminder lingering in the mind, i think it is subconcious, and is there to stay in you for as long as you live.

Thoughts ..

Last couple of weeks have been busy settling down at work. So far so good, work is challenging and interesting, which is how I like it to be. Downtown Houston is connected by a network of underground tunnels, its a sight to see for any visitor, filled with eateries and hangouts. It's fun to work in those high rises downtown, MINUS the bumper to bumper traffic. I have a chronic cold that has been persistent for a two months now. It is starting to irritate me, but my guess is that Archu brings it from her daycare to me. Maybe its time to see the doc. Thought for today: If there is nothing good to say, say nothing at all.

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