Song of Arzee the Dwarf

Here's a poem from blogger Chandrahas Choudary's for Arzee the Dwarf

I am myself in my thoughts too much,
I seek recourse to myself too soon,
My days don't stand up without a crutch,
I sing my own song out of tune.
I stand before the mirror too long,
Stare big at the eyes that return my gaze,
My shadow seems to me more strong
Than my shrunken heart, that lonely place.
My worries hang about me like clouds,
And my creditors they come calling,
My being is riven by spooks and doubts,
The walls of my house are falling.
In mine own alleys I traipse and turn,
Dreamlike I float through nights and days,
I watch the hours slowly burn,
And do not leave on time my trace.

For the love fo God !

ek khushbu aati thi,
Hooo ek khushbu aati thi,
Main bhatakta jaata tha,
Reshmi si maaya thi,
Aur main taktaa jaata tha,
Jab teri gali aaya, sach tabhi nazar aaya 2 times
Mujh mein hi woh khushbu thi,
Jisse tune milwaya,

What makes us Happy ?

A recent blog entry on happiness by my friend Vikram and my response in his comments section .

Call it serendipity or what , I ran into your article the same day I was wondering myself what makes me happy ?
It is Friday morning and I am in the best of "oh ..Life is beautiful" moods and feel light and I have absolutely no idea why ?
If I think about it there is no reason to be after spending most nights of the week staring at the ceiling in lonely despair and wondering what life is all about ?

Nothing has changed but I feel good today , maybe because it is Friday or maybe because I had a good night's sleep or maybe my mind decided subconsciously " to hell with ur existential angst , we are just going to be happy today " .

Whatever the reason I am just happy to be happy !

Here;s more interesting take on Happiness

Harvard psychologist Dan Gilbert saying we have no clue what makes us happy or unhappy ( ya like we didn't know that but he still makes some interesting points )

Also I am reminded of the Frasier episode at the end of First Season when Niles ask Frasier " Are you happy" and Frasier doesn't get to answer the question till the very end of the episode and says "You know, in the greater scheme... yes, I'd say I am."

And the other classic episode where Eddie is depressed ( I think the episode was called "Death and the Dog" ) and everyone sitting and ruminating about their lives and get depressed but later get all excited abt cookies just like Eddie who gets his favorite toy back and is happy again.It had some classic lines

" How loosely woven is the fabric of our happiness... a tug or two and it unravels to reveal how empty our everyday lives
really are "

"even the happiest of us can find reasons to be unhappy if only we look for them. So don't look for them. take a tip from our dog friends - treat yourself to your favourite toy, whatever that might be."

"life is too short to dwell on every bump in the road. Try to take pleasure in the simple things."

and more thathuvam

I was listening to this song
by Shankar mahadevan from Luck by Chance written by Javed Akhthar and few of the lines jumped out

Bagiya Bagiya Balak Bhage,
Tettli Phir Bhi Haath Na Lage
Is Pagle Ko Kaun Bataye,
Dhoond Raha Jo Tu Jag Mein
Koi Jo Paaye To, Maan Mein Hi Paaye

( woww!!!)

and
Door Se Hi Sagar Jise Har Koi Maane
Pani Hai Woh Ya Reth Hai Yeh Kaun jaane
Jaise Ke Din Se Rain Alag Hai
Sukh Hai Alag Hai Aur Chain Alag Hai
Per Yeh Jo Dekhe Woh Nain Alag Hai
Chain To Hai Apna Sukh Hai Paraye

You know you are getting old

when you watch the Friends episode "The one where they all turn 30 " for the umpteenth time but for the first time it is not funny !

Mortal Man ...Immortal Melodies !

Melisai Mannan M.S.Viswanathan singing on a Malyalam Channel .



Do watch the whole video. At his age, if I am half as passionate about something in life I would have led a good life .

Passion for the written word

Rick Groen on why Books still win

"So it's surely no coincidence that my passion for literary fiction began, somewhere in my early teens, with the dawning realization that I was a flawed creature, no longer the golden hero of my childhood dreams. With my own heart already beating at cross-purposes, I read to have my emerging view of the world, and my shaky place in it, validated. Peers and parents seemed to take a dim view of this interest: “Always with your head in a book. You're anti-social.” Actually, I was trying to be pro-social; I was reading to feel less weird, to see my anxieties reflected in other “characters,” to enjoy that delicious “shock of recognition.” Even then, the paradox seemed clear: Reading is a solitary activity that makes me feel less alone. I wasn't escaping from life, but escaping into life, or into a sense of it that more truly echoed my own"

Amen to that !

Mozhi

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