Its all about being HAPPY...

It’s all about being HAPPY...

Happiness is defined as "a state of mind or feeling characterized by contentment, love, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy" in Wikipedia. And how do you define it as??

I have had infinite number of happy moments in my life - of course many more to come....sometimes it was just a voice, sometimes a want of explanation, sometimes showcasing possessiveness and care, sometimes a touch, sometimes a tiny smile, sometimes discovering of a feeling or a thought which is mutual, sometimes silent conversations....and so on.

Everybody is searching for happiness in everything and in everyone. And we are so addicted to this habit. Even on the slightest hint, we pounce over it like we found a hidden treasure or something. And then we want to keep to ourselves only, don't want others to know or share. Keep it locked somewhere. And when we don't get it as per our expectation ....we get sad. Is it that we tend to focus too much on happiness, making us want it so much that we end up being unhappy more often than not???

Isn't it true that we keep searching for happiness not realising it's there around all of us all the time?? Why we do not understand a simple thing about happiness - that it is a journey not a destination?? Why we sometimes ignore small little joys around us??

This time whenever I get this pot of gold, am not going to keep it in my safe....I would keep it out on display, so that everybody who sees it, feels the shine of this treasure. From now on, whenever I find even the tiniest happiness I will share it with everybody I know and I don't know & will double it up and make it really BIG.....rather than cribbing about it that I could have got more.

Isn't it a good idea???

Leave your best as your legacy

What are you going to leave behind you??

It has been a while since I have blogged. Yeah, you can say that I haven't been motivated to write or didn't get time out of my busy schedule and blah blah blah...but I will just skip the excuses and move forward. Actually I have been thinking about alot of things lately...like life, relationships and things like that....about which I never thought with this intensity earlier.

And one topic which has attracted all my attention and soul is “What shall I do to make people remember me after my death?” Might be like me, everybody else thinks of the same at some point of their life. Isn't it??

Anyone who knows me knows that I am blessed with a gift of speaking....when I start who knows when I'll stop....I think most of the time I talk sense. But what shall I say that people will remember for a long time???? I have been blessed with few more small-big talents....but what it is which can make my name stay forever in people's mind???

As I reflect on the things I have been blessed to do , I truly feel thankful. I am thankful for the victories and failures, for the time alone and time amidst of great caring, affectionate people, for good health and a good soul. I am encouraged by those who move to do great things with nothing but thought.

Recently, I read an unfinished story ,in a piece of paper in which my vada pav was wrapped, of an innocent women who was forced to spend 18 years of her life in prison for no fault of her. Her dreams were shattered and left with nothing in her life.

I have no idea what this woman was confined for, but I know that the gift that God gave her was confined to prison walls for all those dark years. But then I realized that so many people who are free, confine their dreams without the boundaries of a prison. At what point do you begin to fully live the life that you were placed here on Earth to live? When do you stop making excuses for living beneath your dreams? When do find the courage to move from ordinary to extraordinary? 

Well, I am not really sure if there is a defined time to get answers for all these questions, but there is a quote that I try to focus on every chance I get, “When faced in the right direction continue to walk.” Many people have no direction, specially the youth.

Today, is the best day to change the things you don’t like and start living the best life you have ever though of and you could ever live. For this you you don’t have to have a magic wand or a big master plan or something.......all you need is to know is that you no longer want to live like the way you are currently living. All it takes is one step in the right direction and you are well on your way because remember - "That once faced in the right direction all you have to do is continue to walk."

So, I have decided that from today I won't make another excuse about why I can’t do something I like or why I have not finished something I wanted to. Am not gonna allow myself to get in my own way. I believe everything is provided to you by the universe...you just need to act on your thoughts. I know that the words are much easier than the action, but if it were easy then no one would have an excuse in the first place. Isn't it? Somebody said when you really want something with all your heart and soul, the whole universe together makes effort to give it to you.

I encourage you not to take your best with you, but rather to leave your best here as your legacy. I am leaving behind my thoughts..........

I wrote this on Mother's Day this year

MAA

Hey People....

As the world celebrates this special day for mothers today, my thoughts wander to the millions of homeless children, who have never experienced the simple yet most dear pleasure of having a mom. I just think sometimes who cares if they eat or not, they sleep or not, who heals them with a gentle kiss on forehead or a hug??

I thought of buying a greeting card and some nice gift for her but now it seems so worthless to me. What on earth can be given to a mother as a gift??

She has made me beautiful. She has made me strong. She has made me learn what is right and what is wrong. She made me ME......all through my ups and downs, she struggled with me, she suffered along with me and she supported me when I tried to stand on my own.....

Today, I really feel that I am fortunate enough to have a mother, who is sitting thousands of miles away, still praying for my well-being. I am married now, but for her am still the same lil gal of hers who forgets to drink water, who doesn't take care of herself, who doesn't eat and sleep on time.....She still asks dozens of time about my health, about lots of other things which for me are of least importance.

She is someone I can talk endlessly to and confide in with an unspoken assurance. I can fight with her and can cry in her lap for hours. She knows when I need a hug and when I need an appreciation. She knows exactly when am gonna fall sick...and I just keep wondering HOW??? How on earth does she get to know all this??

I am not only thankful to my mother for everything, but also to my lucky stars that I have a Mother.

Happy Mother's Day!

  Daddy's Daughter

I remember taking walks with my father when I was a kid. I remember how my little hand fit tightly in his. He would hold my hand the whole time, as if he were afraid to let go of me for even a moment. While this might have irritated a fidgety child, like me, I never struggled to get away from him. I liked the way my hand felt in his, warm, safe and secure. We use to go market together. I use to get my haircut done in the same saloon where he use to go. He always treated my like his small son.....and am so grateful to him.

He, always, let me do my things in my own way. He never said "no" for an answer and never stopped me from doing the craziest things on the earth. He let me fall down and stand on my own. He always made me feel very very special. He taught me to be humble and kind and treat everybody the way you want to be treated, no matter how successful you are, no matter where you are in your career. He taught me to be fair to everybody. He said to never take for granted that talent that God has given you, as it can be taken away; also. There will be good times and bad times, but you still have to be strong. He taught me how to be strong and really overcome the tough times and told me it's not all as easy and sweet as it looks, not always. Sometimes you have to do things which you really don’t want to do. He taught me to be patient. He speaks very little. He has his own special way to make us learn. When he says something, you can guarantee it is the truth - and if he finds that it is not, he will let you know he has made an error. He taught me how to live this complex life in a simple and passionate way....

I clearly remember, how beautifully he use to put covers on my books and notebooks...so that I could make my schoolmates jealous, how he use to wash and make my bi-cycle shine, how he use to make my every project the best, how he use to be always ready for anything I asked for.....He is present in my every single second of life. I can write on and on and on about him....he has made every moment of my life not only beautiful but also meaningful...THANKS BABA.

Life has changed a lot.....generally, people of my age doesn't require being dependent on their parents. But I still look upon to my BABA whenever I need to take decisions or a step ahead in my life. I still look for opportunities to put my head on his lap and tell him about my worries; I still need to see his smiling face for motivation. Face-to-face conversations have now changed into 5-10 mins chats over phone....But we, still, have our silent conversations....like we use to do when I was small. He still makes me feel like a lil prince...not princess. He is really unique and his way of showing love is so different altogether...He always leaves me thinking how a person can be so perfect???

I wish I could go back in the past again…I could, just for once, sit in my father's lap and sleep peacefully holding his collar, ask him to tell me the old stories of his age again and again, wear his shirt again and feel grand......I love you BABA. You are simply the BEST.

I remember taking walks with my father when I was a kid. I remember how my little hand fit tightly in his. He would hold my hand the whole time, as if he were afraid to let go of me for even a moment. While this might have irritated a fidgety child, like me, I never struggled to get away from him. I liked the way my hand felt in his, warm, safe and secure. We use to go market together. I use to get my haircut done in the same saloon where he use to go. He always treated my like his small son.....and am so grateful to him.

He, always, let me do my things in my own way. He never said "no" for an answer and never stopped me from doing the craziest things on the earth. He let me fall down and stand on my own. He always made me feel very very special. He taught me to be humble and kind and treat everybody the way you want to be treated, no matter how successful you are, no matter where you are in your career. He taught me to be fair to everybody. He said to never take for granted that talent that God has given you, as it can be taken away; also. There will be good times and bad times, but you still have to be strong. He taught me how to be strong and really overcome the tough times and told me it's not all as easy and sweet as it looks, not always. Sometimes you have to do things which you really don’t want to do. He taught me to be patient. He speaks very little. He has his own special way to make us learn. When he says something, you can guarantee it is the truth - and if he finds that it is not, he will let you know he has made an error. He taught me how to live this complex life in a simple and passionate way....

I clearly remember, how beautifully he use to put covers on my books and notebooks...so that I could make my schoolmates jealous, how he use to wash and make my bi-cycle shine, how he use to make my every project the best, how he use to be always ready for anything I asked for.....He is present in my every single second of life. I can write on and on and on about him....he has made every moment of my life not only beautiful but also meaningful...THANKS BABA.

Life has changed a lot.....generally, people of my age doesn't require being dependent on their parents. But I still look upon to my BABA whenever I need to take decisions or a step ahead in my life. I still look for opportunities to put my head on his lap and tell him about my worries; I still need to see his smiling face for motivation. Face-to-face conversations have now changed into 5-10 mins chats over phone....But we, still, have our silent conversations....like we use to do when I was small. He still makes me feel like a lil prince...not princess. He is really unique and his way of showing love is so different altogether...He always leaves me thinking how a person can be so perfect???

I wish I could go back in the past again…I could, just for once, sit in my father's lap and sleep peacefully holding his collar, ask him to tell me the old stories of his age again and again, wear his shirt again and feel grand......I love you BABA. You are simply the BEST.

A Fresh Start...

Hey friends !!!
Someone ROBBED me :-((
Ok! not money or something but password of my blogs......Yes! It is true and sad that somebody hacked my blog account and left me with an option to re-start the journey again.....

So, here I am !! I am re-posting few of my old blogs. of which I saved copies in a word doc....
And I want to say something to the thief of my password as well....
Dear Theif....PLEASE don't do this again to me as my words are the only thing I love the most in my life.

Fine, guys....do read and re-read my blogs and do lemme know how bad I am ;-)

Take care :-)