The Secret of Happiness

In a world that is perpetually searching for Happiness, he teaches me about finding joy in simple things every day – a hug, a kiss, a long walk, running barefeet in the grass, a whiff of fragrance from the evening primrose..

He shows me each day what living life to the fullest means, why trust is synonymous with love and belonging, that friendship is acceptance and how words are an unnecessary ingredient when there are soul connections….

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22 Zen Wisdom You can laugh at!

Zen Laughter

1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone.

2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.

3. It’s always darkest before dawn. So if you’re going to steal your neighbor’s newspaper, that’s the time to do it.

4. Don’t be irreplaceable. If you can’t be replaced, you can’t be promoted.

5. Always remember that you’re unique. Just like everyone else.

6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.

7. If you think nobody cares if you’re alive, try missing a couple of car payments.

8. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you’re a mile away and you have their shoes.

9. If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.

10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.

11. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

12. If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.

13. Some days you’re the bug; some days you’re the windshield.

14. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

15. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.

16. A closed mouth gathers no foot.

17. Duct tape is like ‘The Force’. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.

18. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.

19. Generally speaking, you aren’t learning much when your lips are moving.

20. Experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it.

21. Never miss a good chance to shut up.

22. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night

Of Books, Sonnets and such like amusements

 

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What is in a Date? It would be just as mundane as any other.

Or would it?

23 April

 

UNESCO declared this date in 1996 as World Book and Copyright Day to pay worldwide tribute to books, authors, publishers and to collectively encourage ‘discovery of The Pleasure of Reading’ !

But it is only now that the world is largely waking up to discover why!!

23rd April 2016

The hashtags of social media spread far more rapidly than a wild fire!! The google logo stimulates speedier research than frontpage news headlines in conventional newspapers!

400 years since the 23rd of April 1616.

400 years since the death of William Shakespeare. And less famously of Cervantes and Garcilaso de la Vega !

Have you wondered what Shakespeare would have to say had he been around to see himself trending on social media ?

Something to this effect, I’m sure…..

“You speak an infinite deal of nothing.”
―  The Merchant of Venice

 

 

 

Note to Self – 1

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Confessions:

I haven’t written anything yet and it’s almost 10 pm.!

There are currently three books in my Amazon cart!

My 500 ml water bottle is half full still!

I forgot to get lunch YET again!

Read just two pages today of the third book I started this month!

But YES! I haven’t been on FB all day.

Another Life

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‘There’s no tomorrow. There’s no ‘another life’. I want everything now. In this life’, his words snapped her out of her reverie. But she still did not speak.

They were sitting cooped up in his car, watching the world buzz past them in that same familiar frenzied hurry.
It had started to drizzle….

The pitter patter of raindrops on the car and the sound of the evening traffic made her head play her favorite rain song, like from a distant radio.

She started counting the tiny droplets of rain that were making patterns on the windshield. In between that fraction of moment when they fell and dissolved away, she willed them to fall in the patterns she wished to see them make.

But they did not.

Each little wilful drop fell exactly where it wanted to. Each one stayed whole for exactly as long as it felt like or splattered away like the paint flicked away carelessly from a painter’s brush.

 

‘I donot believe in a second life. Do you hear me?’, he spoke with the innocent adorable conviction and impatience of a seven year old used to getting yeses for his demands instantly.

It made her smile, like always.

She continued to stare at the windshield. The rain was getting stronger now, the raindrops bigger. She reached over and began tracing the drops on the glass as they continued making their patterns on the outside..

‘ You need to get out there, you know? ‘, she finally said.

‘What?’, he said impatiently, like he was pulled out of a deep meditative trance..!

‘ Those drops’, she turned away from the windshield and looked at his earnest face.

‘If you want to change the patterns those drops are making, you need to get out there into THAT world and get wet. You can’t be doing that sitting inside here’.

‘That’s like another life, isn’t it ?’

…………………….

Middle aged nights

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2:41 AM, 10 Jan 2016

The night is ‘middle aged’.. .slipping into a comfortable peace and quietitude that’s missing in its  youth..

Our city nights…the occasional airplane flying past, distant whistle of a train passing, nightly trucks picking up speed they’re denied during the day, soulful music floating from afar…someone finding a lost love story on the radio or just the night guard  trying to keep himself awake..

These are vulnerable, these hours….
But it is an honest vulnerability. ..peaceful, naked, truthful like a child..

I don’t  like our ‘young nights’. Here in this concrete jungle, there’s  nothing like a young night. They’re just extended busy evenings…noisy, rushed, squeezed into hours before ‘sleep time’.
Busy hours trying to accomodate everything that was lost during the day’s rush to achieve whatever everyone’s out to achieve – every single day..!

I don’t  like the ‘old nights’ either.
They’re too close to dawn…too close to light and the fear of revelation.
Too close to the hours everyone pulls out their masks. …including me.

May be, finally, I’ve deciphered why I’m a 3 AM person!

Of Sundays

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5:40 am :
Shy rays of the sun steal their way through the early morning fog. …
Wide Awake..!!
Rush of wintry thoughts, foggy memories…
I pull my warm rug tighter. Back to sleep. Resolutely.

6:47 am :
The flutter of baby pigeons in the balcony. Shadow instantly up..customary growl, a spirited woof. The pigeons undeterred.
Shadow gives up, curls back beside me, shuts out the world..

Buddy’s insistent knock on bedroom door.I let him out, check his cushions at his favorite spot in the sun as he,with his toy buddy in tow,sinks into a dreamless sleep once again.
Ginger is dead to the world all through this.Or pretends to be! I have never been sure…!
Reset the alarm ( till forever), sink back into bed.

9:23 am:
Activity! Old favorites on the stereo floating down from afar, smell of freshly toasted bread, clatter of China in the kitchen…P is up and about his favorite morning ritual, fixing breakfast!
I sink deeper inside the rugs, shut off the alarm, hug Shadow tighter, ignore the world…
Still not ready to “open the gates”…

10:13am :
May be ,just may be, the world will decide to sink back into sleep..!
May be the sun would take the day off..!
Maybe the mind will too…
But no….
It isn’t to be…

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Pertinent question: How does the monkey mind take a Sunday off?