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Happiness, you make me Sad.

Happiness is a cruel state of mind, because in its absence the heart, which has grown fond of it, will nag you to go look for it. Hence you'll begin the search for the pursuit of happiness looking in the most perfect places your mind can think of, and that's where you are mistaken.

Happiness comes from the most notorious of the sources imaginable. You'll have this perfect idea of happiness, something enchanting, bewildering, magical, bewitching, famous, wealthy, envy of everyone around you, the desire of many yet attainable only by a handful and destiny, you dream chooses you for it. That's our idea of happiness. 

Most of us are so use to enjoying misery that we forget what happiness is or feels like, and then something totally unexpected, that doesn't fit our notion of perfect happiness, makes us so happy that even though we had a basic sense of what happiness does, surpasses all our expectations regarding it, and what's incredibly astonishing is its source. Its not what we, given a choice would choose, since its so flawed and imperfect, but once it becomes a part of us, it gives us pleasure and happiness like nothing in the world.

It's like this high that makes us do good things. It also makes us numb of other negative emotions that may threaten our happiness. Being the ungrateful species that we are, we forget what we usually feel like (misery-filled-unhappy-crappy individuals) and start preaching love, happiness, charity and the likes, spewing out crap regarding unhappiness, vengeance, betrayal and other such strong useful emotions.

And like most good things in life, happiness is short-lived. It comes like a tornado, disrupting our perfectly misery filled world, leaving us wanting more, and then like a sex addict, we keep looking for it wanting pleasure, happiness and contentment which barely crosses our road twice so we seek happiness- look-alike situations and become pseudo happy, because until you don't know what you are missing out on you are okay, but the moment you know how amazing it is to be happy, nobody wants to revert back to living the life prior to being happy. Unthankful creatures we are.  

The first step towards resolving any problem is to admit that it’s a problem, and that’s particularly the toughest task. Having being in a situation where I was so happy I was shitting happy rainbows :) I suggest a few things.

a)      It will last. So be prepared. Don't forget your buddies who were there in your miserable state.

b)      STOP thinking happiness is a guy/girl who needs to score 10/10 in order to please your royal butt.

c)      Also stop thinking Happiness is God given. You choose and carve your own path. The decisions you take will either lead you to happiness or it won't. God's not to be blamed, but only thanked. Misery is a total different story. Will discuss it later.

d)      Enjoy while it lasts.

e)      Stop looking for it like a cursed gypsy.

f)        Find it if you are dying to, within yourself. Nobody has the power to make you happy or sad without your consent. You need to be highly equipped intrinsically for that, and that’s not every one's cup of tea.

g)      For those who can't do much about point (f) should do drugs.

h)      Sedonil, amazing anti-depressant. Knocks you out for a few hours. You wake up feeling like a leprechaun looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, only to find that gold is nothing but gold-soaked silver jewelry. It might also leave you quite delirious.

i)        Find meaning in unhappiness. Its so much easier that way.

j)        Surround yourself with those who for some God-forsaken reason,  are always happy and smiling. They are infectious.

At the risk of sounding clichéd, I do however admit that happiness comes from small things. Small is open to interpretation, since what gives you so much can't be small.

People have found various ways of being happy or maybe its just a delusion, no one can tell, but one thing's for sure, you can't sit around waiting for happiness to come your way. There IS a middle way between happiness and unhappiness. Its called indifference, does wonders and also pretty much kills everything you harbor inside.

More to come regarding Happiness and its evils.  

This song, by Natasha Bedingfield gives quiet a false idea regarding happiness, but should check out nevertheless.  

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My Superhero is a Git.

We've all had superheroes who have enticed our imagination and made us believe in the impossible, teaching us rather vehemently that good conquers evil, of course the definition of good being quiet elusive here.

We've loved them, worshiped them and with time realized that they are nothing but fictitious characters, with their undies a little too tight and with one dimensional view of well almost every thing.

 It's a little tough to however deal with the fact that a persons real life superhero, who they've worshiped more than God, who in their innocence belief that their hero can do no wrong, whose word is absolute, turns out to be a hypocritical, precarious, lazy rogue who insists on being loved nevertheless, whilst breaking your trust and proving time and again to be nothing but a sham. Damn the pain.

What does one do then? You can't kill them, even though you may have done so a dozen times in your head, you can't, unlike the fictitious character stop loving them, so what can you do ?

   You can

a)      Admit that your hero is an ass ( V.imp)

b)      Screw with their minds (Personal Favorite)

c)      Show them what they fear the most.

There is nothing better in the world than mind fucking someone. For that one has to be fucked in the mind themselves. From personal experience I can tell you it does wonders. Who wants a peaceful life anyway?

These lines from Get him to the Greek always crack me up,

Sean 'P.Diddy' Combs (Sergio Roma): "I'm mind fucking you right now"

Jonah Hill (Aaron Green): "Well I hope you have a condom cause I have a dirty mind"

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YouTube - Blues Brothers - Soul Man

YouTube - Blues Brothers - Soul Man

Yes baby .

Under the Duvet

I was a feminist and then I fell in love. With the most imperfect man. Out went my feminism only to return years later with a diluted version of my once upon a time radical philosophy regarding men.

Upon keen observation, have realized, imperfection is more alluring than perfection. Maybe because I am the dominating kind, my way or the highway sort. In all my naivety (after all this was some five years ago) I thought fixing my beloved was my moral responsibility. Little did I know, the fixing part had more to do with philanthropy than love.

Its quiet uncanny how reality, can asunder philosophy from personal belief. One might hold morality or honesty in high regard yet not believe in it. Some have the audacity to outright admit their hypocrisy not making any excuse whatsoever, while others very conveniently, commiserate with themselves the lack of will power. Some THINK they do and take it upon themselves to train, rest of the humanity to amalgamate their philosophy and personal belief together to live a harmonious life (the most irritating, repulsive kind).

One can go about life simply believing to be outright righteous (delusion)  or one can stop take a deep look within and come out with the truth and embrace it with pride. You can go about life feeling ashamed or you can just love the way you are. Learning and self development is imperative, but for that again a huge dose of honesty is required. You can go about feeling pressured to be perfect OR you can just buckle up, be confident and rock who you are.

Like I said, imperfection is more alluring than perfection. A person more evolved usually (unfortunately) falls for the less evolved one. Opposites attract I guess, or maybe the common imperfection forms a bond so strong that it can weather any storm.

A very dear friend once said,

"I'm in love with your imperfection. It has only made you stronger"

Here's a treat for your ears 

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Dig me deep

Evolution is a mighty grim word. It is also the single most repugnant (sic) dividing factor of the society. Sure we all like to believe dough to be the ultimate culprit that defines our standing and position in the society but it isn't so.

The human populace (majority) is still in a primitive-man-eat-man state. They haven't evolved mentally and that is primarily the cause of the great divide. You have the total-deprived- of- any - mental -action class that constitutes up to ninety-eight percent of your society and the remaining two percent that the mentally stagnant people like to term as – weird, freak, and outcast, actually the ones that develop and advance a society. Funny how that works init?  John Lennon, Nietzsche, Jim Morrison, Bob Dylan, Picasso, Galileo, Salvatore Dali, Andy Warhol, Leonard Bernstein, Asim Butt to name a few.

The ninety-eight percent let me tell you are in constant awe of the two percent. Sure they may occasionally ostracize them, stone them to death, drive them towards many creative ways of ending their lives, some being quiet vocal while others being subtle-as-a- Frankie-Howerd-sexual-innuendo style-irony, raising an eyebrow here, waging their tongues there, but nevertheless they are intimated by them which makes the (two-percent) according to Roydon D'mello (BFF/Soul Partner) "Loser Magnets."

You can't blame them either. Who doesn't want a chunk of awesomeness? Of course God's great that way; He lets the Deprived Squad bask in the glory of the Great Ones, after all He does love all His beings equally, entrusting only a few however with mental capabilities.

Ah the serendipity of the ostracized ones! To all those who constitute the mentally evolved part of the society (two percent) brace the abnormality. The future of mankind depends on you, mentally at least. Of course this is an elitist idea, hence a difficult path, but on the upside you get to be opinionated and snotty (Bliss)  

“The evolution of the brain not only overshot the needs of prehistoric man, it is the only example of evolution providing a species with an organ which it does not know how to use”

(Arthur Koestler)

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Blimey

It's amazing how in life-squeezing moments self –endowment comes to bite your rather beautiful ass. You know you could be doing far much better had a certain opportunity been presented to you a wee bit earlier or had you been a little more vigilant instead of throwing yourself mercilessly in the path of the Unknown.

It's usually during the finals I take a deep look inside my own life and get pre-final-philosophical-syndrome. Everything seems more meaningful than what should actually be meaningful at the moment like Oh I don't know, the annoying math book, the ugly repulsive accounting handouts, instead something as diminutive and trivial as male psychology or mid-life crisis gets a brutal hold of my attention, throwing me in a frenzy of awkward dilemma un-tapping the well hidden fiend in me.

Anyways I should go back to staring stubbornly at my math book, planning my future as an astronaut/archeologist saving the humanity from famine ….

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