Happiness is the early morning bright sunshine beaming in all its glory, waking me up too early in the morning. Happiness is Winkie Poo greeting me with furious thump-thumping of her tail around the same time, again too early to comprehend reality.
Happiness is listening to beautiful music, singing the familiar words time after time. It is also the time, like my friend says, when I get Relax Singh. Or the time when my favourite movie is on and also when I get to curl up with an unputdownable book.
Happiness is sleeping to the sound of raindrops falling softly outside; it is the river breeze that blows through my hair or the sight of familiar faces lost in time come back to revisit good old memories.
Happiness is self-realization that you can be happy doing nothing and just about everything. It is the lazy sunday afternoon spent well doing your thing with not a care to the blessed world. And to be thankful for a moment well spent.
Happiness is being in the present right now and living life like there’s no tomorrow. To quote Fairy Godmother in Shrek 2, Happiness is just a tear drop away…. Have a happy ever after!
Back in the days of yore, we used to get bread, jam & eggs twice a week in the Ladies Hostel. The mess worker, fondly known as Mutta Chechi (Mutta=egg & chechi=elder sister, in Malayalam) used to make us customised eggs while we formed a larger than life queue outside the kitchen door.
She used to make these amazing eggs, with onions, green chillies & black pepper, as per the wish of the egg eater. She used to churn out omlettes, double omlettes, Bulls eye day after day for the 4 years that I was there in the hostel. Her eggs used to have this even spread and large circumferences that made us wonder if a single egg could be that big.
Most of the time I make eggs for breakfast at home, she is the first person I think of and wonder if she’s still making memorable eggs for all and sundry in the hostel right now. I think I speak for all the ex-inmates when I say that eggs were the best thing after Mutta Chechi in the hostel mess ever.
I believe in tit for tat. What you sow is what you get; an eye for an eye. That kinda thing. I have lived enough to satisfactorily see what happens to schemers when their luck holds out. Its an odd sense of validiction, a quiet triumph of good over bad. A realization that God indeed does exist.
What goes around comes around is not only Justin Timberlake’s latest solo, its a rendition of how the meek shall inherit the earth. After all, you can only get so far by trampling all over people; there’s always poetic justice waiting right around the corner.
The sooner it happens, the comforting it is for everyone. And for the justice that never seems to take place, there’s always the adage that says Revenge is a dish best served cold. Watch Kill Bill Vol. 1 for more inspiration.
Published on
May 9, 2007 in
Winkie.
Can never be a joke. I dont find it the least bit funny when the fool of a puppy Winkie wakes me up that early everyday. Normally, whenever I wake up in the morning, I cannot go back to sleep for my life. So 6 am it was for me today morning. And as punishment, she will be debarred from her ‘regular‘ morning walk today 
Somethings in life cannot be shared, grief being one of them. You can only depend on someone for so much to share your pain. After that, its all yours; everyday being one for you relieve the personal hell you’re going through. I saw a father cry over the loss of his 30 year old son. A mother who went through the same experience says that the tears never dry up. Not in a million years.
Grief is personal. Its a manifold death you need to die before you see the last of this world. Eventually in time, things are reduced to a vague dream. Till that happens, tears and not words convey your loss of a lifetime.
Published on
May 8, 2007 in
Sikkim.
One thing about this place called Sikkim, you can expect people to shower you with a big smile even if you dont know them. Now I smile back at strange people if I find them looking at me for long enough cause I have a poor memory & dont want to come across as snooty but thats just me. The others are gracious and friendly enough is my point.
I can picture the old people’s faces right now, how they easily break into a smile making you instantly smile back at them. It doesnt matter whether they know you or not. Its sufficient for them that you are there right in front of them and they’re happy to see you whoever you are. The sight of those age-worn faces light up to greet & wish you happiness is heart warming and enough for Sikkim to be placed high on the list of most-hospitable states.
Here, it is simply a way of life and a means of welcoming strange people into their state, homes or lives. I think a free smile works wonders even is you dont know who all these people are smiling back at you. My generation people can take a leaf out of the old folks’ books & distribute some free smiles a little bit more often is what I feel & the first one to whom I say this is to myself.
… asks Harry Osbourne to Peter Parker after delivering a major owwie to the punching bag that is Spiderman. One thing about our hero, he’s pretty resilient to all the punches & blows delivered to him. He comes back right as new. I guess its tough being a super hero with all the butt-kicking in the pipe line.
I liked Spiderman 3. It was action packed, to say the least. Also liked most of the shots taken along the length of the high rises, right from the top till way down. You feel like you’re flying along with Spidey & the rest of the baddies. The action prevails with you right from beginning to end; keeps you on the edge of your seat. Although I did hear some of the audience yawn very loudly during some of the emotional scenes. Go figure!
All three baddies – the new goblin, the Sandman & the kid from That 70′s show are fantastically evil, with a shade of humanity thrown in for good measure. Poor Mary Jane, the quintessential heroine, once again finds herself at the centre of all unwanted attention & faces yet another horrific high-rise death.
I personally liked Tobey Maguire in the black spidey suit. Did wonders for his personality. His hair was the main give away for naive watchers. Neatly combed is goody-two-shoes Spidey. Hair all uncombed & falling on his eyes is the semi-evil guy out to dance the world away. Me liking the bad Spidey way too much!
I slept through the first Spiderman movie, didnt get to the end of the second but this 3rd was too good. Maybe not a Movie I loved, per se but fantastic cinematography! Had a blast watching it today.
Published on
May 6, 2007 in
No good.
So the dreaded moment is finally around the corner. I will be turning 28 next month; already saying this is giving me the heebie jeebies. Its downright heartbreaking to realize that this will be my final two years to be in my twenties. After that, I am as good as dead. Well, I’m not trying to make fun of the 30′s or what comes after but I am so desperate that I cannot think of any other potential doom looming ahead than growing older.
Much as I hate it, this historical moment is however making me take stock of life and analyze myself up front. What major significant achievement have I accomplished so far? What is the one thing I have done that has made me proud of myself? Have I achieved all the goals I had (supposedly) set and did I fulfill all my wishes I had imagined I would?
In a broader sense, yes I have been there, done that and I guess I can say that I am much wiser now. I’m also less in denial now than I was a decade earlier. I have moments to be proud about myself & I like being a part of all my students’ lives, for better or for worse. I hope to break all my dreams into little pieces & achieve them one by one. I have been using too many I’s here, I know!
Time does its part in flying by. One moment you are minding your own business, the next moment you’re suddenly 28. If I didnt know better, I’d say the Gods are conspiring against me. Well, I suppose there’s nothing else to do than unwillingly move every day forward into the next month. I dread each passing day and rave & rant bitterly about it in my spare time, which is way too often for my own good.
I guess I have two more years before Armageddon. Not much of a comfort especially when the last 28 years have somehow slipped through my fingers. What the crap is two more years?
Meanwhile, the countdown begins. All systems alert – T minus 45 days to launch. Houston to Earth, we are in for a rough ride. Please fasten your seat belts & wait for Rinjan to rant some more.
Few months back, me & a colleague discovered a young couple embarking upon what was evidentally first love. Easy enough tell-tale signs: the perpetual togetherness in class, the after-hours romancing, the not-going-home syndrome during holidays. It was kinda sweet to see puppy love gingerly testing out untried waters.
But trouble loomed ahead. Good times seldom last, as it is in real life. Somehow the folks back home got wind of trouble brewing and nipped the blooming plant right in the bud. Both obedient kids went their separate ways, much to the disappointment of many. I myself would have probably preferred a rebellious streak but that was not to be.
I suppose its good in a way that they opted wisely to part. Maybe its all for the best. But I cant help wondering what would have happened if for once people got to make their own decisions in life. Muchos romance for thought. At the present, perhaps we’re still a long way from there.
My friend, Grace is the epitome of all that is blessed in the world today. Not only funny, caring and awesome, she is also religious & spiritual (although I dont know the difference between the two myself) I have known no other person who accepts people for what they are and doesnt judge them in the first 5 minutes that she meets them.
She’s warm, full of life and always has a positive attitude to life. She can look at adversity in the eye & tell it, Bring it on! I admire her courage to be single at 35 and say the Lord is my Shephard…I shall not fear. Makes me also less afraid to some extent.
One of the few role models in my life I can upto and admire. She’s a gem of a woman and the apple of my eye. She’s what I call Amazing.
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