The spirit of giving thanks and a rather average movie

(Written on 27th Nov'11)

Belated Thanksgiving to the Americans! And a slightly more belated Thanksgiving to the Canadians!
I write this on my way back from Reading where I was a part of a group of 12 who watched Desi Boyz. The movie was alright. Maybe 2.5 on 5. And to make our way back to Oxford we got a slow train. It was slightly noisier than the usual train too.
As I sat in the train, my head against the window, I was put in mind of the late night rides I had when I worked graveyard shifts in GE Capital. I could suddenly imagine myself back in the cabs, then in the big buses that we took early morning to return from work. We were often half dead. My memory then jogged back a bit further to my college days when I travelled via DTC buses in the sweltering hot Delhi summers. The bus rides where I often had to stand for one and a half hour and not get a seat. And then my mind went further back to my days in Kanpur. As a kid in 10th grade playing Cricket in my verandah with my brother.
I recalled my journey in life so far. And the different seats I've sat in. My bicycle seat and the wooden tables in my school in Kanpur. The hard seats in DTC buses that I'd gladly take after having stood for an hour. The more comfortable buses and cabs in GE. The tight yet purposeful economy class seat to reach London. And my ride now from Reading to go back to Oxford.
I don't know what it may really mean. But I am greatly proud of what I have done in my life so far. I want to think a little more about what all this means. Why me and what next. I think rather aimlessly for a bit and let my mind wander.
I didn't get any answers but I just felt a feeling of gratitude. A feeling of saying thanks to the almighty and my family for believing in me. To life for throwing so many positives my way. For allowing me to be able to keep the memory of the times passed.
Thank you. Thank you.

Happy thanksgiving!