When the happiness oozes in your tears...

What I'm writing now MIGHT seem trivial to some, and downright mindless indulgence to some others, but for me it symbolizes the very model of happiness, and its eternal pursuit.

Okay, to exemplify what I've just mentioned, I shall present to you (yes, YOU) an incident from the amazing day that was today, which did inspire the heading of this post.

The day that today was holds a VERY significant place in the life of ANY student. The day one gets free from the drudgery of the phenomenon that we refer to as examinations.
The day started off with an unusual trip to college, as it was supposed to be a standard lazy saturday. Instead, our IT batch was called up to give a presentation/report of the project - yada yada.. not the point...

So anyway, reached college@1013hrs, after having spent a sleepless night fighting the elements in an attempt to codify the by now bed friends that were LRU, MRU and that wily old CLOCK.
Till 1300hrs I wait for our turn, literally writhing in the sense of angst, insomnia induced pseudo drunkenness, a nagging semi stomach ache, and general impatience that accompanies such a circumstance. THEN, the universal Lunch Break intervenes to further defer our little rendezvous.
In due time, the destined hour arrived at 1600hrs, where we presented the fruit of my blood, sweat and tears. Fun it was... as it should be i guess... again... not quite the crux of the issue here...

FINALLY, 1630hrs, we're FREE. The world outside has darkened, and a frolicking little storm seems to be brewing. As the raindrops fall, I cant help but take a much needed "lie-down-in-a-state-of-delirious-smiles-and-racing-mind" on my beloved turf... lush, green grass... I could've sworn a tear was present in the midst of those free falling rain drops, but yeah, still havent reached the climax of this little story...

So eventually, after lots of such implosions of joy, and an illegal ride in Shubham's car with Rabbi, reached home. There, was greeted by my adorable little nephew, and eventually decided to go for the weekly spic meet, now that the exams were well and truly done away with.

NOW, a brief recap. Over the past few days, the sound track of "Hazaaron Khwaishen Aisi" a VERY beautiful movie, has been the latest thing to capture my imagination, in particular, "Bawra Mann" and "Mann ye Bawra". They were partly responsible for fueling me through the sleepless night aforementioned.

RETURNING to today... On my way to the metro, the mostly senseless radio trumpetting in my ears... I wished for JUST a second... If only Bawra Mann were to come to me now... And yes, as is the case on magical days such as today, within 15mins, it was there. Good ol' RadioCity 91.1FM providing the dope which had me flying to the metro platform, in a state of inexplicable and unadulterated high-ness.

THEN, half way on my trip in the metro... just sitting... radio in my head as usual... skipping channels thanks to the return of the moribund music stream. and BANG! come Hit95FM, and there it is... THE ultimate tribute to the device enabling my constant access to random music... Queen, with "Radio Gaga".
THAT, was when the burden of awe and gratitude to the one above was too much for me to take. One after the other, tears streamed down those vehemently smiling eyes of mine... Feeling every word touch my very existence. The taal, the voice, the very meaning behind the song...
THAT was a state of bliss...

To those who disagree with my view of happiness (and even those who don't), and the series of idiosyncrasies listed above, I shall say "May God Bless us Everyone, and may we all always be happy.", and I shall leave the following:

"In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be."
- Ben Jonson

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to
front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn
what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I
had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is
so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite
necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of
life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all
that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive
life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it
proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to
know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in
my next excursion."
- Henry David Thoreau, in his classic, Walden.

May we all LIVE all our days...

Kandisa!