All our lives, the only thing that most of us seem to be chasing is that one moment.

For some, it is that moment when they get their dream job or that house or the car they have been eyeing; for others, it is when their stocks go through the roof and the cash registers start ringing; and for others it is that precise moment when by some divine providence their paths cross with that one person by whose side they would like to be for the rest of their lives.

It came as a bit of a surprise to me when I was recently told that the last of the above scenarios is perhaps the most difficult. Finding love apparently is a tough job, especially in a big city.

"Think of it," a cousin popped on an online chat, "How many hours do you spend outside of your office? How often do you socialise or when was the last time you met a new person."

I argued that my job requires me to be on the field quite often and that I do meet at least one new person every week. However, I confessed that after a four-hour commute to and from work, the only thing I can see before me is my bed so socialising was out of the question.

Pat came the response: "What if your job was to nail you to the desk?"

After about 20 minutes of trying to make up situations to prove my point, I gave up. He was right. My chances of meeting anyone, let alone someone who I could spend my life with, were very slim indeed.

Ani........!!!