Life has been a whirlwind of late. 2 companies, 5 cities, 3 girls. “ Are you happy madhan?” That’s what she asks me. “Yes yaar..”I reply. I don’t know if I mean it. I mean, what is happiness after all? Statistics say Denmark is the happiest country in the world. “When would you ever be happy?” asks Mahesh. I try to give it some thought. What is happiness to me?
“I am always happy dude. It’s just that I don’t express it” I reply to Mahesh without looking at him. “Ghanta! Ur happy. Ur never happy man. Ur always this blob of complaints, who just wants more of almost everything in the world.” Yells Mahesh, right into my ears, least bothered that it’s nearly 11 pm and the streets are empty. “Hell, what’s wrong in asking more. I just don’t want to be satisfied at any point of time. That’s when the zing would be out of my life. There would be nothing interesting to live for if all of us got whatever we wanted.” I said again not looking at him. Mahesh stops and stands before me. “You are crazy man, and I’m not gonna argue with you right now. But you know what, try jotting down 10 things that make you really happy. That ought to teach you something.”
I return to the room, and am sitting with the laptop open, thinking of 10 things that make me happy. Nothing. I try to think analytically, let see.. 1) Job really can’t say anything about that right now. 2) Love life, yea rite! Considering the fact that I’ve only advised others on it, and most of them broke up soon thereafter. Wait, there is a girl. Two actually. One thinks I’m interesting. The other, I’m hoping, knows that I exist. 3) Family, yea that’s a sure shot. 4).... hit a blank just then. 'That sucks' I thought to myself. I can’t even list down 10 things that make me happy. “Dude, are you happy?” a voice inside me asks. I look around the apartment. There are people laughing, drinking, and being merry. Are they happy I ask the voice? “Well, they do look happier than you.” I step into the balcony. The sky is cloudy. It will rain tonight. How come I am not happy? Maybe I am. But how do I know, I ask myself. If only TOI had also given some kind of method to calculate happiness too. I try to look for signs. One of my friends once said that mostly unhappy people blog. “It’s because they don’t have anyone to open up to. The question still bothers me. What is happiness after all?
What is happiness after all?!?!
“I am always happy dude. It’s just that I don’t express it” I reply to Mahesh without looking at him. “Ghanta! Ur happy. Ur never happy man. Ur always this blob of complaints, who just wants more of almost everything in the world.” Yells Mahesh, right into my ears, least bothered that it’s nearly 11 pm and the streets are empty. “Hell, what’s wrong in asking more. I just don’t want to be satisfied at any point of time. That’s when the zing would be out of my life. There would be nothing interesting to live for if all of us got whatever we wanted.” I said again not looking at him. Mahesh stops and stands before me. “You are crazy man, and I’m not gonna argue with you right now. But you know what, try jotting down 10 things that make you really happy. That ought to teach you something.”
I return to the room, and am sitting with the laptop open, thinking of 10 things that make me happy. Nothing. I try to think analytically, let see.. 1) Job really can’t say anything about that right now. 2) Love life, yea rite! Considering the fact that I’ve only advised others on it, and most of them broke up soon thereafter. Wait, there is a girl. Two actually. One thinks I’m interesting. The other, I’m hoping, knows that I exist. 3) Family, yea that’s a sure shot. 4).... hit a blank just then. 'That sucks' I thought to myself. I can’t even list down 10 things that make me happy. “Dude, are you happy?” a voice inside me asks. I look around the apartment. There are people laughing, drinking, and being merry. Are they happy I ask the voice? “Well, they do look happier than you.” I step into the balcony. The sky is cloudy. It will rain tonight. How come I am not happy? Maybe I am. But how do I know, I ask myself. If only TOI had also given some kind of method to calculate happiness too. I try to look for signs. One of my friends once said that mostly unhappy people blog. “It’s because they don’t have anyone to open up to. The question still bothers me. What is happiness after all?
What is happiness after all?!?!
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