Ashes alight

What a day for England and Freddie, huh? Where the Aussies, everyone's favorite hateables lost due to inspired fast bowling by Freddie Flintoff. To all smalljoyunlimited patrons, who like cricket - I've started a fresh blog called the www.joyofcricket.blogspot.com with a couple of fellow cricket-mads. So do take a look.

And to all smalljoyunlimited patrons, who hate cricket- I'll keep this blog completely free of cricket so you can breathe a sigh of relief :) aint that a joy then- double dhamaka of sorts.

Big fat Saturday night party

I did this one after a long time. Perhaps was just a stressful time at work and home, or just not had the opportunity to have a blast for a longish time. This Saturday, however, it was the full monty- complete with the necessary hangover the next day.
So I was hungover but happy on sunday: sometimes, a big fat saturday night party gets all the kinks out of the system. Sure, it ain't highbrow - but hell it works for me!

Happiness is the last of...

the icecream left in the fridge. The final lick of jam in the pot. The supreme joy you have when you get up thinking you are late, and realise that you have an hour more to sleep. The last hour that comes as a bonus, and you extract the maximum juice out of it.
Sure, when you are reaching the end of it, like the Harry Potter series, or any other good book or movie, or when the alarm rings, there's a tinge of remorse, but all in all you are still happy for the last taste of heaven.

Hurrah for hand me downs

I live in a joint family, where one of the pleasures of living with my dad and brother under the same roof is to steal clothes. Yeah, you heard that right. Currently, I'm enjoying the youngish style that my bro's clothes have and happy with the fact that he has lost a lot of weight, become fit, and handed me his (relatively) new clothes that suit me just fine.
One thing I've noticed- how come, sometimes, clothes that you would never pick up yourself end up looking better on you than your old ones? I hope I'm not the only one saying this, and many others feel the same way, otherwise put it down to a lack of fashion sense :)

One of them days

When you walk your pet dog in the pouring rain, in the early hours of the morning, so that it can do its stuff while you watch it do so is when you feel horrible. That feeling of yuckiness and general persecution (why me?)continues as you give yourself a wash when you get back home.
As you settle down for breakfast, you realise that your egg is a bit too salty. Perhaps a loved one is sick, or acting crabby to add to it all.

Then you get to work and the power's been cut off. Hm! And when you are about to rave and rant at the next unfortunate person that comes your way, along comes a nice mail from a friend, a mail that has beautiful photos maybe, of nature, or northern lights, or of fire rainbows.

And inspite of your rotten day, you marvel at the photo. That is one heck of a small joy.

A Cup of tea and a good book

Is what I'm dreaming of right now. It's been raining peacocks and elephants, and on days like these there's no greater small joy than this. Add a blanket to this mix and some spicy snack and boy, you have it made.

And as I say it, some kind soul has brought me a good bowl of Pohe. And Tea.Yum. Gotta stop writing this and start feeding my face.

Ice is Nice

I saw Ice age 3 on the weekend with the kids. I've heard the earlier ones were better, but haven't really seen them to make any comments. What I did notice was the quality of animation is truly fantastic, and even though the story is puerile and predictable, the animation is breathtaking and makes you forget you are watching a cartoon.

Become a kid again- check this one out :)