in search of happiness....

In search of a happy blog :-) !

Many reasons to feel happy- a passed test, prayers answered and Mainak's most eligible bachelor getting married ( breaking hearts?)

Chibu is a tad unhappy , though I am sure pretty excited about his 'guru' tying the knot- unhappy cos the time is divided now !

Bhaskar seemed happy that "shitkaal" has finally arrived in Kolkata and I am sure the mellow sunlight and the blankets are casting their magic. The fleeting charm, thus much loved.

Kochi is still warm, though the evenings are pleasant and I have enough of me- time watching movies, developing content and reading. Bhaskar asks how I pass my time without anything to dust? Well my OCD is phenomenal!

Coming back to happiness - a lot is speculated and defined and debated.

What makes you happy ? - A moment , an event , a surprise , a fulfillment factor , the divine or the myriad mystical magical moorings of life ?

Bhaskar always tells me to look beneath when I crib and crab- and count on what I

have in life and not what I have missed ! Difficult , but true - there is so much to feel good about - I have been lucky in many ways.

I still have preserved my tattered sweat shirt , my comfort zone of security - something I want to throw out but cannot coz it feels good against my skin despite being an unbearable sight :-)

Ah life is like that too - feels good despite the undesired and the undesirable - they too are in my corner - variation in the hues of happiness .... Life is stable ! Amen to that !

"You may feel comfortable bobbing around in the little lake that you’re used to, but if you don’t stretch your comfort zone and venture out into the adjoining waterways, you’ll never discover the beauty and immensity of the ocean – you will never even know it exists. Holding on to what’s comfortable may be the very reason you often feel like something is missing in your life.

Remember, just because you venture out into the world doesn’t mean you can’t return home whenever you want to. It’s okay to come back to where you started, but it’s NOT OKAY to never leave." (Read Start: Punch Fear in the Face.)

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A holiday with self :)

A long overdue blog about the path that I was seeking , or did the path seek me out ? Over the years the sheen of belief was wearing off and I was beginning to question the master about the magic - about faith becoming commercial, about what Bhaskar stated, "This is all about money". Packing my bags off and going solo isn't very uncommon in my life, but this time I was not on work per se. Checking-in into the Ashram, was on my bucket-list for ever-since, and it was an amazing experience. Despite the crowd, the ambiance just reverberated with a mix of reverence, energy , faith, hope, prayer - and questions too ! Like I mentioned before meditation was not about spiritual pyrotechnics, but a metaphor connected to life. Like the corner I chose had a vantage view of the stage and despite a stench that started emanating from the corner, I just could not leave that place, for the view that corner offered got me stuck there. Life is like that, we are often stuck in the rut , ...

Morning bells are ringing ......

Heidi lived in Alps with her Alms uncle - I read this story in a book that was called The Big Big Story Book and it had a compilation of amazing stories that were my first foray into the world of English story books. Recently on a long flight I watched the movie much to delight of the young steward who was our attendant that night. My first glimpse of the Alps was from our flight ...the dawn breaking to spread the orange hues over the snowy terrain...looked mesmerizing even to someone who is not too fond of the mountains. Switzerland was beautiful, with its manicured terrain and flowers like pretty maids all in a row, picture perfect setting and breathtaking, like a touch me not porcelain beauty. Coming from my "elo melo" city I wondered how people managed to keep a country so organized , I have trouble keeping my room in ship shape...... No, I would not like to live there ......it's too distant and too cold ,but what I will carry in my heart is the awesome time .......

Chariots and moon :)

I was wondering if little children pull the rath still.... But I noticed my Facebook timeline having quite a few pictures of smiling faces with their bedecked little chariots, much to my delight. In this digital chaos , somewhere these simple customs are lost , like a friend lamented this morning. Our parents bought us this crude do-tala rath and we decked it up with ghuri r kagoj and made The Trio sit in the prime position as we pulled the contraption from one room to the other offering the papad, math mishti and batasha ......The contraption rested for a week when the ritual was repeated on the ulto-rath day. And then there was also the Rath-er Mela , with it's stalls full of trinkets and baubles and bhepu banshi. Strangely, we also had a film magazine which was called "Ulto -Rath" and which was out of bounds for us as kids, thus building up on the curiosity quotient. The magazine honestly, wasn't much really, a few stories, gossips and black and white...

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