How hard is it to be happy?

So, is it too much to find pleasures in simple things? Things like smelling the flowers. Things like watching the sunset? Things like getting ready and go out.

Girls often like to do this. They would find excuses to get ready and go out. I have known girls to dress up for throwing trash. That gave them happiness. It would be a 5 minutes walk to the trash can, but it was their daily ritual. I would hear giggling in the bathroom and then suddenly we’d have 2 ladies properly attired. A white bag in the hands of one and numerous small bags from the bathroom and bedrooms in the hands of another. It gave me pleasure seeing them getting so excited about such a mundane task. Why? What is wrong seeing someone happy. It always gives me pleasure. Such a basic thing it is, this happiness.

I cook and it makes me happy (mind you, not everyday! :-D) I watch Small-Ville and seeing Tom Welling smile, definitely makes me happy! When Rose and Jack uttered those 2 lines ‘do you trust me?’…’ I trust you’, that made me happy :~)

The upcoming boat trip is making me happy. The coming semester is me anxious but certainly excited and happy. The thought that we’d be having a Diwali function this year again, and we’d have as much fun as we did last year…is making me happy. I’d be celebrating my birthday with my family after 5 years, is making me so happy! And not to mention the gifts! ;-)

How can one not find happiness is such basic tasks? Seeing beauty in any form makes anyone happy. Then why the thought of going on a boat trip is just comparable to sitting on your bed. Are they not different? How can they be similar? Why, is there no difference sitting on a beach and sitting in your drawing room?

How hard is it to feel? How hard is it to reciprocate? How hard it to articulate?

I will always wonder…

Well..

I was coming back from the mall the other day. Took a cab. Cab driver was quite friendly, not like some of the other cab drivers I have met..who would just look you down just because you are brown. Anyways, so he started talking about school, and told me very interesting facts about my own school. He was a 1998 graduate. I was fighting the desire to ask him about his current job ( ERAU graduate…pilot…driving cabs?) when he mentioned what he has been upto for past 2 years. He was fighting in Iraq. Well, obviously that tweaked my curiosity. We started talking…

He told me about how they are ‘fighting back’.

M: So, do you receive orders as to where you have to attack next?

D:No, we attack when they attack.

M: But, what is the reason for them to attack you.

D: Because we are on their soil.

Well, my destination arrived. Would have wanted to talk more..But he was assigned a new call. We bade goodbye.

I have been in this country for how long now? 3 years. And I have started showing interest in politics in last few months. All I could see from their actions is this:

Bush: Pokes nose in everyone’s business. Sometimes pokes too hard.

Rice: Runs around to placate the ones which have been poked too hard

Musharraf: is still trying to find his underwear lost between the kargil war and the massive earthquake.

Manmohan Singh: Well, kursi- kursi ka rona hai …bas wahin atke pade hain. Sonia ji ka raaj hai.

Blair: Well, the ‘shit’ty experience proved ki kaun kiska langotia yaar hai.

Laden: BOOM- BOOM- BOOM. It’s all in the name of God! We want peace! We will get peace! BOOM-BOOM-BOOM

No offence meant of-course…that is what my understanding is. ;~)

Sponge

10/20/2004
Its weird, you reach out to touch…to feel….and when you do, you absorb the essence of it. This essence is what makes you unique for that particular feeling. You held it for a moment in your hands, captured it, realized it, but when you tried to let it go, it didn’t. Apparently, it became a part of you, something inseparable. Its essence gone, but merged with you, inside of you.
Its you now. Period.

08/1/2006
No, I think the essence isn't gone. It's disolved in me forever.

Oh! what I could not do for it to leave me and go away...
Oh! what I could feel but not potray...
Oh! what I could do and not betray...
Oh! but it's gone and left be astray.