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Never Search Happiness In others Which will make U Feel ALONE, Rather Search it in  Yourself. You Will Feel Happy Even If You are Left Alone..


Something I read at the bottom of an e-mail which got me thinking..

These lines say so much for the times we search for happiness in others. We don’t realize that happiness begins from within us and cant be found in others unless if we are happy.

Something many of us don’t realize till its too late..

Diverting our focus towards attempts to make others happy, leads us to feeling worse, especially if that happiness does not reflect back as we would wish it to.

When we loose our hapiness, we begin to loose ourselves.

We stop thinking of the goodness of life and fail to realize the secret recipe to happiness in life..

We stop thinking about how important we are to others and loose out on other special people who are a part of us..

Try keeping yourself happy with what you love to do and feel the difference in yourself..

Being Happy isn’t just enough, you’ve got to share it.. make others happy too..

So fill yourself with loads of happiness and spill some of it in the lives of others!


 

I believe in three essentials which make life cherishable and worth living for,

Family, without which our childhood is incomplete. Our family mould us into what we are. They support us through all our decisions in life even if they are far off. You can never feel incomplete with your family around. The ‘worry’ factor doesn’t exist with them since they take away half our worries and solve them in the best of ways! No matter what age you reach, a family closeby is worth living with.

Friends are the support system, when we move away from home. They build a strong bonding without which life is incomplete. They make us realize how different we are but how well bonded we can be.
They bring in lots of fun in life and take us across limits which we may never have crossed alone. They help us with our difficulties along our journey and find solutions where we get stuck.

Food, as much as it may be irrelevant to many, it plays a major role in my life. All the delicacies we would love to keep eating without getting filled up and with no worries of figures on the weighing scale. Food, without thinking of the effects later is always a bliss to take in.

And ofcourse all this supported by the All Mighty make life worth living for me!

Everyone knew,
I knew it too ' I was slow in class,
At whatever I would do,

You took me aside,
And taught me to read,

Read so well,
I was better at it too,

You took me ahead,
Ahead of others,

You made me feel special,
Special to everyone I knew,

When I think of you today,
I still feel very special,

I wish you were still here,
To guide me in my every way,

To take me from the darkness once more,
And show me the light - like you did before,

I still feel your presence,
When stranded along my way,

I now know, that I am better,
Better in many ways,

I didn't see it then,
But I see it today,

I can't be last, so keep me ahead,
Keep me ahead - With your magical ways,

Wish every child would feel the same,
The same feeling ' l had felt,

A feeling of being like no one else,
A feeling of being special,

Let me be myself,
Since I cannot be you,

What I have in me, is not in you

What you have, is not for me, but for you,

You changed your ways and wanted me to,

You showed me what a good change could do,

You asked for a change,

A new color in life,

An alternate route to what I do,

A change for good, Is what you ask,

A better me is what you want,

But not all can be as you want it to be,

So let me be myself,

Since I cannot be you

If only you would understand what lurks inside me,

The feeling of being left stranded amidst the crowd,

You let go of my hand, which you had grasped for so long,

You let go of what I thought would remain for long

You let me alone, amidst the crowd, which you once would pull me through,

Now I stand all alone,

With no hand to clutch on to,

With no hand to grasp me tighter,

Tighter - when I fall,

From any push or pull - I fall,

With no one beside me, I fall

With no one to hear me call

And no one to hear my fall

For some, this really isn't something to be writing about and would probably find this too trivial. Trivial because you may already know too much about the art of cooking and therefore, need not read any further.

Most of us would have already tried their hands at cooking at some point of time, whether it's just making tea and 'maggi' or a three course meal a day.

For those who are new to it, and think it's as easy as it looks like in your mom's kitchen, believe me it's not!

There are some who think it to be as simple as making tea and cooking eggs and 'maggi'. All cooking isn't all that straight forward.

Here are some lessons learnt from my experience.

Lesson 1:

Firstly, when I say 'art' of cooking, this doesn't mean get creative on the first attempt and create disasters in your kitchen. Creativity can be left for later, that is, once you know the basic recipe.

Once the basics have been learnt and 'practiced' (not just read from some recipe book or online site), you can then, meddle with it your way.

Trust me, experts weren't showing off creativity on their first attempts. 

When I first tried cooking Chicken (sorry veggies), I chose to cook it my way, quickly glancing through recipe and not paying much attention to the ingredients.

While following my mentally formed recipe, I decided to skip the marinate part and cook without ginger and garlic. Big mistake! I couldn't stand what I had cooked in the end.

Lesson 2:

Don't be disappointed with failure if things don't work out right.

Try to find out what went wrong, know the reason and fix it, please don't ignore it and blame the recipe for being wrong!

Recipes found in books have already been tried out, so your mess up doesn't imply that the instructions were wrongly given.

So don't think of fixing it up by opting for ‘your style’ of cooking. ‘Your style' too won't work till you know what went wrong with your basics.

Lesson 3:

 If you're not sure about an ingredient, ask.

I didn't

    Have you ever been in a situation where you mess up one of the core ingredient? Or, a minor ingredient you didn't pay attention to messes up your recipe.

  Happens, doesn't it? Well, it happens a lot with me. There have been times when I have used the wrong 'dal' in recipes, thus disrupting the entire dish. This was because I chose not to know the names right (I instead had them all jumbled in my mind) and thus couldn't differentiate between them. This didn't bother me till I tasted my results post cooking.

There have also been times when my wrong sensed sixth sense, made me add that extra salt or spice which resulted in me to finishing off what I made all alone.

Lesson 4:

Practice works, or should I say, makes one close to perfect if not perfect.

With practice we gradually improve on what we make.

This lesson works well with my 'roti' experience. Initially when I started making 'rotis', either the flour would be too much or the water too much. My ratio was all wrong.

My attempts resulted in 'rotis' having black burnt spots and resembling maps of various countries. My 'roti' could easily be broken off like biscuits.

 Soon I improved on the ratio and dealt lesser with stickier dough. The maps too gradually became round in shape and looked edible with lesser burnt spots. 

 They still remain a little crunchy, hopefully that too will go away with time.

      These are just a few of my experiences narrated. I still have a long way to go. There are still some problems I'm trying to overcome, for instance, my enthusiasm to cook dies down after cooking once and, comes alive only after a few days.

      What amazes me is how one can manage cooking several dishes together for one meal. Worse still, cooking meals three times a day seems absolutely impossible. I can manage the efforts once, but thrice is just too much. For those who manage cooking and work, kudos to you! 

The days, when we walked every night,

Under the moon light that shone,

A walk never too long, nor too tiring

The days, when a conversation would last on forever,

Were one cup of tea was not enough,

Conversations which were never complete, even after we stopped

The days, when we drove through the rains,

Rains which felt like heavenly showers, destined to fall on us,

Rains which were never too harsh, but gentle on us

The days when we spoke to each other,

Words which made me feel special,

So special, that no one could match us in any way

The days, when time did not matter,

When we had all the time for each other,

Time which was never to be counted, but endless for us

Dont go away,

Not even for a day,

When I ask you to go far and away,

Come one step closer,

 When I speak harshly and hurt you with words,

Ignore my every word and don't listen to what I say,

When I am quite and keep mum all day,

See me through and break my silence,

When I turn and walk away,

Hold me back and hold me tighter, make me stay,

If I anger you in any way,

Forgive me for my lack of understanding,

If I shed a tear,

Lighten me up and make me smile,

But don't go away,

Not even for a day

The declaration of a one week college break left me in rumination for a while. The last few days had brought in a notable change in the city. Streets which were full of life soon carried a deserted look. Crowds had simply disappeared from busy street corners, malls, eat outs and all places which flourished with people on any day of the week. The banters which could be heard aloud at such places subdued into utter silence. Cheerful peals of laughter were no longer heard. Few people were seen on the streets now. They preferred to be by themselves keeping safe distance from others. A mistaken sneeze or cough was looked upon with suspicion and caused one to retreat by stepping away. People now wore masks every time they stepped out ' a sign that an epidemic had struck the city.

A week break was something to rejoice about for those who live far and away. This would give them a chance to go home and spend some time with family since a vacation was almost impossible to imagine off at our institute. The very evening the announcement was made, students packed up and left with whatever mode of transport they could find. Excited juniors full of exhilaration were the first to inform their family of their short trip home.

I had nothing to rejoice about since I knew I wouldn't be going too far from where I was. I was to leave to the other end of the city, which wouldn't give much respite from the flu. I nevertheless took it as a much deserved break from college. Behind the excitement, there still lay a fear of spread of the virus.

The following morning I vacated my hostel room and drove home to a quite neighborhood. Children were nowhere to be seen. The lively playground was all empty. It was hard to tell if people were at home or away.

Like my neighbors, I mostly remaining indoors and went out only when necessary. My inbox regularly received mails related to the swine flu. The news channels I flipped through would show recent reports and ways in which the city was trying to cope with the situation. Several help lines opened up. The starting pages of my daily paper covered reports related to the flu spread.

The city (my city), had come to a standstill. It was difficult to believe that the city I lived in would be brought to a halt so suddenly. How did we not notice it before? There had been news of the virus in India, but then, like many others I hadn't taken it so seriously. In fact, the last I expected was to find Pune on every news channel to be the current epicenter of the spread.

A queer stillness prevailed in the air around. A fear existed within all residents of the city, all hoping for a brighter morning. All I could do was to wait and pray and hope it would all subside down soon enough for life to return back to normal for all.

How I wish ..

How I wish so much to distant myself from him,

How I wish the ties between us would melt away fast,

How I wish I could go away to another world, where no one would find me,

How I wish I would not to be reminded of the happy times we had spent,

How I wish it will all end without a feeling of regret,

Without a guilt to stay on forever,

Without a fear of being wrong,

How I wish to break away without a bit of pain,

How I wish this phase of life would end,

How I wish to live a normal life like you .

After All this,

I still wish I could hear his footsteps outside my door,

I still wish he would come by to make me smile once more,

To wipe out all the bad memories and fill them with good ones,

I still wish to see his stubborn annoyingly sweet nature,

I still wish I could hear his whisper in my ear,

I still wish to hear his knock on my door,

I still wish he would wipe away my tears and never let them flow again,

How I Still Wish .