What More I Want ?

What more I want

I don’t pursue happiness. Nor do I run after enlightenment. I have tiny times when I am content. That is when joy, like a dancing butterfly, enters and sits lightly on my soul.

I have this bliss when I bend to admire a Parijat*, and the dew on it flies to kiss my eyelashes. I smell it in the wonderful words of an old musty book. It touches me when a child tiptoes from behind and closes my eyes with little palms. It comes to me when the rains falling on the swaying trees wet my feelings. I felt it this morning when the season’s first fog filled my senses.

These sensuous moments make my life and are mine for a lifetime.

What more I want?

*Parijat: A tiny white fragile flower with orange stem

Image: Fog: Austin Schmid; Books: Peter Kratochvil

Live n Let Die !

We all sooner or later reach a station in life where we get bogged down with pressures of managing our past or present relationships, business/job, health, feelings of redundancy or irrelevance. I say, insert a twist in the tale…spit out the unsavoury, ignore the unwanted, begin dancing to your own tunes, wink at yourself remembering peccadilloes in Piccadilly/Pan Bazar or Police Bazar, raise a toast to yourself, and sing at the top of your voice Dr. Alban’s “It’s my life”. Let your hair down, love yourself unapologetically, and be a harmless hedonist. Cheers to the free spirit…flowing or otherwise. Live n let die*.

(*the sad feelings)




There is a difference between what we force ourselves to think what makes us happy and what makes us happy.

We weave a web of artificiality around us with threads of self-deception constantly seeking approval, affirmation and admiration outside, from others, from reflected glory, rather than from our inner self, our own core.

Very often we do and say things in order to prove to ourselves and to showcase to others that we belong, we are part of: “the happening, the in, the cool”, that we have arrived. We mindlessly ape, fake, run after the pseudo.

Whiling away time on the false n frivolous, shallow n superficial, there is not a while to spend on the important, the worthy…that which is fulfilling and those who matter. We search far n wide for what we ourselves extinguish what is inside and immediate….our priorities in people, places n pass-times.

Is this really what we want? Have we lost it all?

Joy from a child’s unadulterated laughter, re-reading umpteenth time that favourite book in tatters which warms the cockles of the heart, rhapsody of that uplifting symphony, magic of the silent fireside moments spent with parents, nostalgic scent of the first rain, camaraderie of sharing a stale joke for the Nth time with back-slapping buddies in worn out tees over chai pakoda, sinfully savouring stolen chocolate well past midnight, or the liberating feeling of breaking into a shower-dance to the tune of Rod Stewart’s “some guys have all the luck…”….Ladies n Gentlemen, if that is not bliss what is ?

Face it…not everything can be found on Facebook, we can’t order happiness on Swiggy, and we can’t Google Joy!

Let’s regain the paradise lost!