What Does it take to be Happy??


I know this picture didn’t seem pretty enough..surely not one to be put in this Blog…my blog…owned by somebody…who had been so choosy throughout her life…

But then…surely it was something that made me think again…about what I am …what I could have been …what I never was…or what I never would be…

Being too much fussy about the perfect shade of pink for my skirts ….other than the 8 other shades that I already had …I had rather forgotten to think…to think about those girls of my age…who would never know what a pink is…

The story of the little boy who ceased to complain about the shoe that hurt his feet..until one day he found one who didn’t have feet at all..seemed just too touchy feely …to shed a tear or two and quote as an ideal story to any sensible circle….the mails about how much food we waste and how much we grumble about the taste, while millions died of hunger…seemed just a thing to pass on to all those on my mailing list…and show how sensitive and humane I was….

It so happened that one day I came to know the value of a choice …how unhappy I was being able to afford one..and how glad they were..never been considered to make one…

As we set out to explore the New Friends colony near our apartments…I had no idea I would be made to face an inevitable insurgence within me…

After having a sumptuous dinner..the custom said an ice cream cone wouldn’t take too much space in an already overstuffed stomach…So we set out to the Gelatos an Italian Ice-cream corner…Fussying over the flavors and the scoop or the cone choice…each of us got to have their say…

Well Gelatos had to taste good after all the bucks we blew away for those meager spoonfuls…But Lo!…each of us screwed our brows over the taste and the middle class man in us began lamenting about the wallets being emptied over the cones…

And that made us hold on to the cones…trying hard to like the taste, convincing ourselves..it wasn’t all a waste….

Shops…book carts…cinemas… salons.. spas…food courts apart from the young funky mass thronged the place…After all it was the New Friends Colony…one of the Posh areas of Delhi…but then wasn’t it a part of this planet..where also lived many semi-clad, half naked, half-fed-hollow-eyed people…millions of street children…just like us but unfortunately so unlike us…

Time had taught them to know how to make the best of their surrounding…what if they didn’t have the best of the lives…they would still flaunt an animated curve under their running noses…Really time had taught them well…

Such a bunch was hanging around us too…a 7 year old “big” girl with her year old sibling hanging around her waist…and a couple of other under 10 boys …

well begging was their job…not that it was the best profession in the world…but they just had it…call it livelihood …or call it liking….

It wasn’t that great when you saw those blank faced children tugging at your tea-shirt as you licked on your cone…Not that I have poured out my sympathy to such children of the street all my life…not that I feel that’s the only option they have…not that pity is the only thing I can offer them…but yes…yes that it was easy for us to sit back and scorn at how lazy and sly these kids were to beg around…to shop for our sympathies…while I felt why couldn’t my mom offer me the glass of water as I sat gaping at the TV in an AC room…thinking it was too hot for me to step out….

It has always been like this for us and it has always been like this for them…each of us have inherited our fates and fortunes..and each of us are trying to convert it into something a bit different than what we have been handed over with….

Well…it didn’t take them long to realize …the ice-creams didn’t taste that great to us…and perhaps they could have a day with it…as one of us handed over the cone to one of them with an expression of relief of getting rid of that melting thing….I found my insides melting away…yes an inevitable insurgence gaining pace within me…

I had a tough time explaining my never understanding self…it wasn’t the 80 bucks that would go away…if I gave away that thing to that creature near me…It was The knowing…that how can she like something that I detested…how can I accept that I was sooo Lucky that I was not her,…when all my life I had grumbled about the things I never had…. about the happiness that God gave me so little….about the fate that was never right..and so many things that made me sooo unfortunate…..The Knowing that how can she be happy taking something in …that I was so happy getting rid off….??

The Knowing hurt me badly….it really did…

I gave her the thing anyway as did the others…the pale-faced jumped off in delight…having had her delicacy of the day….

I was losing myself again….

The winter couldn’t chill me…neither could the ice-cream as I watched the goose bumps on their naked bodies and felt too hot inside my jacket…Huh! The jacket wasn’t right of course!!….or perhaps right wasn’t I…..

They went away merrily…but I couldn’t have my calm…not that I had my calm earlier…grumbling about things I never had…rather than being grateful for the things I had…was my habit or perhaps my hobby….

Well food was not something I ever put in garbage bins….even the lights and the fans I always put –off when I left the rooms irrespective of office or home…Squandering away resources has never been my virtue…

So this story gave me a different lesson…

The question that disturbed me was “What does it take to be happy…??”

I had all the stuff that I wished to have at some point or other in my life…I had all the people I ever needed,… caring for me at all the walks of my life…I had all of the everything that was tangible and intangible…virtual or real….

But something I never had was happiness…Now tell me what does it take to be happy…I was utterly confused about all the choices I had and always disturbed about the choice that turned out to be not so commendable….

Here I remember a video that I so proudly added to my Orkut…called as ‘Chicken –la –carta’…it had won an award in the Berlin Film Festival for the best Documentary…

A worker in a restaurant brings in the left-over chicken bones in a big bin for the poor and hungry children of his village…and as the children pounce onto the Chicken bones…with so much of hunger and so much of happiness…this is what the video says…

“Let me tell their story,

You won’t think it’s true..

I have not forgotten ..

So I am sharing it with you…

For all the things we know …

What have we really learned??

Though I close my eyes…

The images remain…

And their story begins again…

Let me tell their story

That no one else can hear…

How can someone’s’ laughter

bring me close to tears….

And you will never know…

Cause you have never been there…

After what we have seen…

Can we close our eyes again…???


Well how true…”How can someone’s laughter bring me close to tears…??

For all the things we know…what have we really learnt…??”…

Yeah…I really doubt what I have learnt…and I am really confused as to why their delight was despair to me that moment…Perhaps because they were happy with something I was so unhappy with ….Perhaps because they knew what could make them happy and I didn’t …Perhaps because they knew their choices well or Perhaps because they didn’t have any choice at all…

yeah with all the things they could never have …they only could have a choice to rejoice…with whatever they had…

Usually as I pen down my thoughts…I become clear by the end of the last full-stop…about what it was… that was so very disturbing…about how to handle the thing…the feeling …or rather the fact that it was disturbing me…

But unfortunately it isn’t so this time…I am utterly confused as I had never been before…I still don’t know how to go about the choices in my life…and I still find myself wanting sooo many things that I do not possess today….I still don’t know how to have The choice to rejoice as the only choice in life….I still don’t know whether I am happy…and I still don’t know…how should I go about if I am unhappy today…..

Well Happy or Unhappy…I consider myself fortunate that I am not her…

I consider myself fortunate that I can afford to have a choice…what if I haven’t figured out which is the right one…there would certainly be hidden The Choice to Rejoice in the choice heap….and one day I would certainly find it in the pile…

But then apart from the million other questions that have remained unanswered within me…this one would take me a life time to figure out….”What does it take to be happy?? ”…..

Tell me ….”What does it take to be happy??”

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10 responses to “What Does it take to be Happy??

  1. Reading this post makes e feel proud of u..Knowing you is seriously a mystery.When I feel I know u enough..u show me a different side of what u r……n dear u r a great blogger who writes fr the larger interest…n nw I regret the tons of food that I alwaz waste fussing over “I dont like this..I dont like that..n I alwaz wondered how cum U like the hostel food that I alwaz detested..”. N now I know “Ssquandering away resources ” has never been ur virtue…Very true..
    Just luv the way u write….simple , elegant..very like “U”

  2. it still puzzles me, howcome, a frail little girl called pam, known to be quite shy and unassuming could write sooooooooo well. i am just flattered.

    hi! nickie, you write quite well man. let me know if you have any blog of your own.

    • Thank u soo much sir.
      even im flattered as well.
      Nicki is my cousin ..she’s just in 10th and writes soo well …
      im proud of her as well..
      and i wil pass on ur msg…2 her.

      and yes i wil certainly try and relive this journey…

  3. it still puzzles me – howcome the little frail girl called pam can write so well. i am just flattered.

    hi! nickie, you too write well man. in fact, i could not stop appreciating you.

    in simple terms, happiness is just momentary and relative ( in all aspects ). as we reach the point, we have been aiming for quite a considerable period of time. but, the real happiness lies in enjoying the journey to reach the point. just feel it and if possible relive, stop, take a deep breath, and start embarking on another journey of happiness.

    finally, its not only your posts, but the responses from your friends are also worth reading.

    rd

  4. apparently what a wonderful piece of writing….keep it up…
    adding some more light to it…..i hav always believed all my life that happiness depends upon ourselves….if there were in the world today ne large no of ppl who cld desire their happiness more than they desire unhappiness for other…we wld hav paradise in few years…..all i can say is …oh!god….enjoy life and keep adding joy into others life too….
    god bless…..

  5. MISS UNSATISFIED thank god you atleast realised that you are always saddy saddy…………………
    asusual a wonderful piece of writing………………………….well is this ok………………………..or want to listen more.

  6. Hi Rocky nani,

    It’s really a very heart touching post. Well, it’s different for each person what he/she wants so that he/she can become happy. For those kids, these small things matter a lot, but not for us, because we have grown up in a different society, far from poverty and starvation. For example, I can be happy if I get a bar of cadbury dairy milk on my birthday, but you definitely have your own thoughts and needs. Until they really understand the value of education and we take care of their progress, then we all will get happy. That is the main purpose of our life: give others what you have but others don’t have.

    Nickie

  7. Its really heart touching…….i believe such people can change our country..u r in a very gud job but even then u thought to be smthing different, thts wht god hv send us to this world…nt to enjoy the fruits tht our parents hv worked for, we hv to change ourselves to make this country progress…

    Hey u r a gr8 writter, i really admire ur writing skill and ur thinking….
    M sure smday our people will say we r the free birds, we can do anything tht we will, but for the benefit of the people of this country……. Future is for people like us…Lets change this world and do smthing gr8 for our country!!!

    Jai Hind…………

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