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We are the happiness that we seek. Simple things can make us
immensely happy. The laugh of a baby, the stupid silly actions of your pet, crazy
dialogues of your friend, listening to your favorite music and watching your
favorite movie after years can bring so much joy. I don’t think smile and
laughter are the only ways to express happiness. I am emotionally overwhelmed
when I’m very happy, and so tears are a given. It’s funny but whenever I am
happy at the core, I cry. It is perhaps very uncorrupted way of experiencing
the peace in happiness.
“It’s not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that
Happiness comes when we learn to accept situations and
people the way they are, rather than trying our best to change them. It resides
in that fine balance between holding on and letting go. It consists in focusing
on giving and serving, than getting in return. It comes from within us, and
depends on nothing except our very own thoughts. We can always tune in our
minds to happiness. And the more we share, the more it grows. It has no terms
and conditions attached. It is god’s gift and is free for all.
For me happiness is reading a book that changes your life,
including your entire perspective of certain things. Happiness is sharing the
kitchen with your mother as a partner in brewing and baking.
“Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open.”
gossiping for long hours into the night with your best friends. Happiness is
sipping coffee, gazing at the far horizon with music in your ears. Happiness is
accepting yourself for who you are and enjoying solitude. Happiness is laughing
hard and crazy with your family. Happiness is forgiving and being forgiven.
Happiness is savoring home-made delicacies and licking your finger tips.
Happiness is witnessing that first shower in months, and gathering hail stones
from the grass. Happiness is writing this post.
“Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.”
And then with Coca-Cola, happy gulps with friends and foes
is a given. Be it cold evenings, hot noon times or drowsy mornings, this cold
drink saves the mood and the day. It is a good respite between boring lectures,
and continuous classes. It is best for every taste. Happiness is bunking class
with friends and making a toast with the Cola can. Happiness is savoring it along
with chicken ‘kebabs’ or chicken cutlets amidst chit chats, gossips, world
shattering laughter, and all the hullabaloo. I still can’t get my fill of this
combination. It’s a deliciously happiness boosting combo. I just love it.
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Empress Ki is the most elaborate, gripping, and thrilling series I have watched this year. And at 51 episodes, it is the longest Korean drama series I have ever watched. Even though the number seems daunting and too much, it’s worth it all. If you like period dramas, you won’t want to give this one a miss.
It was in 2016 that I first read about Empress Ki, the historical drama that had garnered much praise and accolades from the audience and critics alike. Most Korean dramas are just 16 or 20 episodes long. So 51 seemed never-ending to me then. It wasn’t until 2017 that I decided to at least try the first episode. And I was hooked. But owing to the various circumstances I didn’t continue watching it. It was just last month that I remembered this epic story and watched it to completion within just a few days. Believe it or not, midway through it, I was almost literally pulling my hair out, in anticipation of what would happen next.
I would have given this magnum opus 10/10 had it stopp…
I have always been the one to leave first. Be it luck or circumstance, it has always been this way. Some of the times it has been my decision to venture out of my comfort zone first before all my peers decide to do the same and I am left behind, alone in the old world. The decisions are out of fear of being left alone, most of the times. Or is it self-preservation instead?
I am a person who takes time to adapt, make new friends, get accustomed to new surroundings- an unlikely one to leave first- yet I do. You might think me selfish, but I am just afraid, and I decide to take care of myself first. Some might see this as a major risk-taking attitude, but I mostly see it as fleeing before the 'desertion' hits me instead. Now that's a strong word indeed. I am always in search of safe ground, always so insecure and calculating my moves lest I end up being alone on the island.
Paranoiac. Several things bother me at once. What if my peers get on with their lives leaving me behi…
"When the ego dies, the soul awakes." - Mahatma Gandhi
Why do you have such a huge ego? You cannot wear your family's name on your sleeve as an identity forever. The world wouldn't see you through the eyes of your parents who have pampered you so much for the better part of your life. Here in the real world, you will get what you give. Respect begets respect. Selfishness begets selfishness. Hate begets hate. And your 'i don't care', 'i don't give a damn', 'i am paying money for that', 'i will do as I please' attitude will give you the same.
Respect is earned. Agreed. But you should give it first to earn it back. The other person should and must be respected by default despite his class, caste, job and family background, until and unless he proves unworthy of it with time. I stand strongly by this belief.
There can be no excuse for disregard. The way you speak to me about people tells me the way you might be speaking about me t…
One Friday evening, as I was feeling a bit lonely and homesick with nothing much to do, not even strolling on the terrace viewing the ever so beautiful mountains since it was raining hard- thus it also contributing to my gloomy mood, I decided to watch Before Sunrise. Yes, once again. A first for me. I rarely re-watch a movie. Yearning for a light-hearted yet meaningful conversation this was the best choice I had. My hostel mates were out in the city and all the people I called up were busy. Luck by chance. Thanks to the superb uninterrupted internet connection I had a great 1 hour 40 minutes that evening.
"Experiencing the otherworldly. When morning comes, we would all turn into pumpkins."
Even though it sounds like a cliche today, unplanned trips, adventures in life, serendipity and providence are romantic. Before Sunrise has all of these, when strangers indulge in light conversations, grow intrigued about each other's lives, and spend time in each other's company …
Horse riding was no cake walk for me.
I feigned ignorance for months about the rule for Princesses to learn to tackle a beast like that. For weeks I would hide somewhere innocently when it was time for the lessons. The experts appointed for this task left their posts within weeks. Hah! I would make each one leave. It’s a war now, between my father - The King and me.
One morning I spotted a rather young man near the stables. The maids were gossiping how handsome he was. Some whispered he was a year or two senior to me. Huh! He must have just graduated then. Father is appointing amateurs now, I see. Had I not been home-schooled, I would have known school life for myself.
I chose the haystacks in the courtyard of the servants’ quarters to hide that day, much pleased with my choice. The sky was beautiful and so were the house-sparrows. Just as I admired my surroundings, a head popped in front of me from nowhere.
“So here you are. You’re late for your classes. Let’s go now,” he pulled …
It is human nature to dwell in the past, worry about the future
and forget all about the present. I still miss the days spent in Hyderabad. I
miss the study schedules, eating out, street shopping, and the city tours. I
miss the roads, the townships and the metros. But I clearly remember that I
just wanted the days to pass quickly so that I could return home, while I was
there. And today I miss the view from the terrace of the ladies hostel we
stayed in, the floral decorations with chalk, colors and flowers, the flower
market, the abundance of curd during lunch hours, the constant ‘amma’ recitals
by our wardens and so much more.
One of the highlights of the hostel life in Hyderabad at Sri
Kamali was queuing up for tea, puri and dosa during breakfast time, and then
hurrying to secure a chair the very next moment. And conversations and
complaints flowed unhindered during these hours in many languages at once- the
most prominent ones being Telugu, Kannada, Malayalam, Marathi and English.…