The habit of being happy.....

Today on my way to office in the Hyderabad MMTS happened to see an instance which reinforced to me that " Happiness endures more with those who are happy without it "...

The station was buzzling with people as is usual in the wee morning hours.It was thronged with working class men and women largely young IT professionals of which I too am a member though not by my choice but of the fate. This clan to which I belong can usually be identified by young souls with earphones plugged to their ears listening to someone at the other end or finding happiness in some distant source oblivious of the little sources of the happiness around.

I was looking around, a little disturbed since this was supposedly going to be my last official day in Hyderabad and Hyderabad gifted me with many blessings , a city which took me for what I am , without demanding any change what so ever from me.

I spotted a man with a harmonium squatting down on the platform ...It was obivious that the man was blind but he was happy..he radiated happiness all around..The smile on his face was original .. and he was singing to his hearts contend...I was forced to think on the sources of happiness ..

There are some people who are determined to be happy in spite of all that life has to offer.Some for whom happiness is not conditional but is more of a habit. And I have always felt that it is with our desires that we tend to become unhappy. And in the ability to count our blessings lies our happiness .

I tooked out the camera that I carried and clicked a pic of the happy soul.

"Happiness endures more with those who are happy without it "

Love

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels

but have not love ,I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,

and if I have a faith that can move mountains but have not love,

I am nothing.

If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,

but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast,

It is not proud ,it is not rude,

It is not self-seeking , it is not easily angered,

It keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts,

always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

But where there are prophecies, they will cease;

where there are tongues, they will be stilled;

where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part,

but when perfection comes,

the imperfect disappears.

When I was a child,I talked like a child,

I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.

When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;

then we shall see face to face.

Now I know in part;

then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.

But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13

Happiness

I lost you somewhere..
But failed to realise
Until recently ..
When someone told me that I looked sad
You were my constant consolation
Constant support and companion
But failed to realise
Until recently ...
When I found myself left alone, all to myself
I searched for you all around
And dreaded at the realisation that I was without you for such a long distance... long time

My Life is now a journey back looking for you...

" Happiness endures more with those who are happy without it
Or perhaps with those who are happy with it being with others ..."

അമ്മ

കുഞ്ഞേ... കാണുക നീ മറ്റൂള്ളവരിലും
ഒരു കൊച്ചു ഹൃദയം
നിന്നില്‍ ഉള്ളതുപോല്‍ തന്‍
ഒരു കൊച്ചു ഹൃദയം
വിങ്ങുകയും വിതുമ്പുകയും ചെയുന്നൊരു
കൊച്ചു ഹൃദയം
എന്ന് ചൊല്ലി തന്നൊരു അമ്മതന്‍ ഹൃത്തിന്‍ മുന്‍പില്‍ ബാഷ്പാഞ്ജലി...

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody -- too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!

How dreary -- to be -- Somebody!
How public -- like a Frog --
To tell one's name -- the livelong June --
To an admiring Bog!

Courtesy: Emily Dickinson

Gulmohar Bloom....

On my way to office a fully bloomed Gulmohar tree..filled my eyes and heart with Joy.
A tribute too small to the tree that lighted up my day...

Due to reasons too many to scribble ..
Or too little to say..
My day had not dawned till I saw you
On my way on either side you were there..
Alas...How is it that I did'nt see you till day..
And failed to enjoy the feast that you gave
To my eyes and to the heart within..

Where were your leaves..?
Is it that your flowers covered them up..?
Just as your bloom covered up the gloom within..
I promise to give you a glance..
But keep your promise to light up my day..
If not on all days...every time I'm left alone...!!!

My first post....

At times when there are people around watching me...I feel like pulling back ..into my own world of little shell...so I chose to remain anonymous...and also because I can make mistakes confidently...willfully...
Here is my first post...and I find no reason why I should hesitate to put down everything that galore inside me....
So hopefully there will be more frequent posts this way....!!!!