5 times I thought of the H-word
"Happiness is only real when shared"
This statement comes from the book of a certain someone I know, and I am sure anybody who can recognize this phrase will know him too. We have met him, seen him do his things his way and finish off his journey looking at the sun, the very element of life on this planet, the basis of everything that is happening today, even this blog post!!
Happiness, lately, has been quite difficult to understand, comprehend and interpret. It is a feeling, I am sure of it because for some time of my life, I really felt happy. For some reason, if you ask me today about happiness, the only thing I can offer you in return is a grin, or a sarcastic smile, or apparently a face with a biiiig question mark on it. Yeah, right there on the forehead!
Therefore , in a reverse chronological order, I am going to list down a few memories I have with Happiness, now a dreaded H-word!
1- Baby Neem
Although it's still very difficult to comprehend if I was really happy (count laughter, tears, excitement, etc), probably this was one of the most liveliest moment in recent times for me, count that as a "happening" or "cool" event, as the party people may call it. I had been planting tomato seeds, lemon seeds and a few other seeds belonging to some or the other fruit during the monsoons and failed to see them come out of the soil. I thought our soil at home, in use since 3 decades and counting, with fertilizer content, has really become unbearable for seeds to find enough moisture and nutrition, so that they can crack open as plants. I talked to people, and most of them discouraged planting seeds directly taken from the fruit. Anyway, I did collect some neem seeds, dropped by a huge, like a really huge neem tree, somewhere in the city. I wrapped them up in my hankerchief, came back home and planted all at some distance from each other.
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| A month old |
2- Life's first Snowfall
hey Wanderer! Remember that?
Of course! For years and years I roamed to the places I could reach, within my reach (and pocket) but fell short of snowfall. Wherever I went in search of the snowfall, it was either too soon or too late. Manali (thrice), Manila, Rohtang, Chiliyanaula, and the same story continues until my fourth visit to Manali. A bright day with a clear sky and an ever smiling sun made me loose my hopes in disappointment but weather is like a woman's mood, unpredictable.
"Little balls of snow,
As I peeked from the window,
For as far as I could see,
Draped in white was Manali"
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| Eternity |
I know jitters. Jitters of handling something that weighs almost 3 times than me. At this age when I feel I have outgrown many people of my age, even more than my age, not in terms of experience but in philosophical terms, I really don't find pleasures as pleasing. Not many.
One day, my best friend and I decided to get ourselves new bikes, and not be dependent on public transport everytime, although we loved to travel in buses and local trains because of their simplicity, we still thought we could discover more of the world by road, by ourselves, by bikes...
Days went by as we researched for our rides, and he went ahead with the UM Renegade while my choice was still under question. One day, sipping sugarcane juice somewhere on a highway, an idea came to my best friend's mind which was - whichever bike goes past us first, will be The One, under a limited budget of course, since affording a basic Harley Davidson or a Triumph was out of question. And so passed by 5 Royal Enfield Classic riders, and here is Dug Dug resting quietly at home.....
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| I cant reverse it by myself :-) |
4 - Cycling at Storm King Art Centre, New York
No wonder this has been my display picture on Instagram since the day I got this one clicked. I don't think I ever had a perfect moment than being there at the storm king art centre and finding cycles to just stroll. I felt like the commoners they show in movies. Cycling through lushness of greens spread over such a big area that can accommodate a million people in my country. I can't describe it. I really shouldn't describe it.
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| Hello Biraadar... |
I was introduced quite late to Nirvana - the band. Believe me, there is nobody who can tear through me but the band. Though I had heard Smells Like Teen Spirit years and years ago, it never struck a chord until I went out one day with Akash and heard him talk about this band called Nirvana and what made him hear them. Time passed by, and Akash used to call me up to the park everyday so I could read out Kurt's diary to him. The deeper we went, the deeper our mind's got engrossed with each word of the songs we loved to hear. Smells Like Teen Spirit became clearer and more 'connecting' while the love of life song list expanded. Man Who Sold The World (Cover), Oh Me (Cover) All Apologies, Dumb, Aneurysm, Rape Me, Polly, Where Did You Sleep Last Night, and more. Youtube suggestions changed from random rock metal to Nirvana Live Performances, love of genre changed from, again random rock to grunge, even my drunk drama's at pubs and bars changed to Nirvana song requests and singing them wildly with vocal chords at the highest pitch. I can relate. I think I am dumb!!
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| His Poster on my Almirah |
❤ M2 ❤
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