I wake up in the morning after snoozing the alarm for five times at least. Wrapping up the bed, here I go for the natures call. There is this mirror hanged on to a wall. This object was bought by me. I wonder why I bought it. Doesn’t make sense huh?? It won’t. I am not that good looking to keep staring at what appears in the mirror. Maybe it was an unintended intention (??????) to see if I look good. I don’t know if the same mirror means anything to the rest of family.
That brings up one big question. Why man invented mirror? Was it man or a woman? They use it much more than we do. Isn’t a mirror waste of time? If I stand in front of mirror and comb my hair everyday, lets say for 5 minutes, Then I loose three hours of my life in a month. I could have used that to watch one Hindi movie with 8-10 songs or two English flicks.
The option of uncombed hair looks better now as I am converting into a movie buff.
A few days back, I read a story about acid thrown on faces of some young girls. This is the stage of your life when you want to look beautiful. Can you imagine the fear in their eyes when they’ll see their face in the mirror? I cannot comment on the crime committed as it will lead to a full paragraph of bad words but the role of mirrors is such that it will lead to a catastrophe. The world without a mirror seems to be a good place.
Then we have rear view mirrors.
These mirrors often reflect objects closer than they appear. They force us to look back and we do it. Not just once, but again and again and again. We develop a habit of looking back not just while driving but in our life too. If you drive often then you’ll know what I want to say. It’s not a crime to look back. You should remember one thing…
Life is ahead… Not the rear view mirror.
Till the next time you check out the mirror…
This question often stands in front of me. He looks at me. I look at him. He laughs and goes away only to come back again and repeat the process. This question is What is the price of Happyness? This is not a businessman asking the question. It’s common man(with uncommon thinking) for whom money is last priority. Evey time I think I found answer it proves to be wrong. It’s something different.
That was just another day. I was waiting for bus. Of course at bus stop. With earphones plugged into my ear, I was listening to some love song(Love was in the air). At that very moment I heard someone crying. She was a cute little girl crying for god only knows reason. She was disturbing me. Not for what I was listening to but I could not see her crying. Her mother(I guess) was trying to make her quiet. Failure. I started checking my pockets. Usually I keep a toffee as a sleep killer. I found two of them. I gave those toffees to that little girl. Silence… She looked at me.. Silence continues..And she smiles. Her mother also smiled. And deep within I had a great feeling of making someone laugh. So the price of Happyness is just two toffees?
Then a couple of days back this happened. There was concrete for slab. This usually lasts long. No time limits. There are labors who work all day to get things done. They don’t have good clothes. Always smell bad. No good place to sleep. They eat a lot in spite of all these. It was 7pm and nothing stopping concrete. A small break for labors. One guy from contractors side brings them Mirchi-Pav. Mirchi is chillies cooked in gram-flour and Pav is bread. All rush towards this guy. You should see them smiling, laughing, cheering. Nothing like that. So the price of Happyness is just a Mirchi-Pav?
There is not a single person in this world who knows the price of Happyness. Well, I don’t know all the peoples in this world . But it’s a guess which is sure to work. Above incidents always try to tell me that Happyness doesn’t cost much but the moment you are happy is Priceless. The next time when this question comes to me I’ll answer him..You are just another variable entity.
Till you find Happyness in Mirchi-Pav…
P.S:- Happyness is not mispelled.
Oops. Spelling mistake. I wanted to write dogs. Search engine will like that. :p Getting to the point, I don’t like dogs. They are good when they are friend with me. Otherwise they keep running after me. Especially the pet dogs. There is a saying in Hindi which means “Every dog is a lion in his area”. It is true. I am not afraid of lions. That’s because I never faced them. 😀 But these dogs are dangerous.
On the other side I like dogs when they are puppies. The cute looking and very friendly innocent puppies. They remember the smell of a person. So if I go after sometime they’ll not run after me. They know I am a good boy. So whenever there is a new pet in your neighborhood just go and be friend with the pet. That way you are sure that he’ll not be after you. Precaution is better than cure. Continue reading →
I started this series a few days back. I know you are lazy so here is the link to the first one. And now comes the second one.
A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story.
“What’s it about?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I can’t read.”
This was one of the oldest joke I read or heard. But it was a bit different. There instead of little girl an illiterate person used to say that. There is a huge difference between both. You’ll never call the later one as innocence. You’ll call him a dumb person or at least you’ll say illiterate. But not to that girl.
The curiosity during this age is at the highest level. The girl wants to know how to type and how it works. I am not going through other 9998 questions which will make thousands of questions. I don’t have that much brain power. The girl does have. In fact all little angels (or devils in my case at least) have this curiosity. They dare to do things on own to cure the curiosity.
Do you?? I’m many times afraid to go for new things unless under guidance. That is most probably when things are not related to my field. Or things which I’m not confident of. I wish I still had the guts like that of girl. She doesn’t have to worry about word processor.
For the past three days my phone line is dead. Because of that I’m unable to access the net. The problem with my ISP isn’t over. For the last fifteen days there have been many downtimes. And now again. It all started from telecom day. Now it has reached the limits. I cannot tolerate more downtime. It acts as a big hurdle in my project. All my difficulties in learning .NET are solved by Google and some programming sites. Without them I feel helpless. The MSDN on DVD is badly organized. Hence its useless.
I took a break for two days and went to my uncles house again. This time I was about to teach Maths for my brother’s girl. She is in tenth now. And they all say I’m good in Maths. But she went to some cousins house that day. Now I’m sure she must be fortunate. God saved her from me. You can expect good marks in her exams now.
Every time I go offline it’s a pleasure. I told you this before. And due to rains I got some beautiful photos. The beauty in those photos is limited to me though. Maybe because I captured them. I hope the connection gets up again soon and you get nonsense dosage regularly.