H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S.

Inspired by: The Happy Page | Facebook

I would like to thank my DBMS and CA professors for those excruciating three hours of lecture that I decided to go on with writing my blog.This article would not have been possible without you people.

The points written are totally random.I regret if there is any resemblance to the posts put up on the happy page.

Happiness is feeling your mom's pamper when you are still inside her as an egg.
Happiness is training football and boxing using your mom's uterus as a punching bag.
Happiness is listening to your mother sing while you are still an unborn child.
Happiness is the first ray of sunlight on your face.
Happiness is your first birthday gift.
Happiness is learning to eat on your own.
Happiness is when Jerry escapes from Tom.
Happiness is learning to ride a cycle without support wheels.
Happiness is a girl sitting next to you at the nursery.
Happiness is accompanying your mom to a supermarket and getting a Lay's as in return.
Happiness is buying Boomer for one rupee (believe me,it is still)
Happiness is boarding a flight for the first time.
Happiness is "home made" tamarind rice on a train journey with your family.
Happiness is sports day at your school.
Happiness is government declaring holiday due to rain.
Happiness is eating the best dish of your mom.
Happiness is your very first crush.
Happiness is returning from grandparent's home,hogged and filled with pocket money.
Happiness is scribbling on the black board before teacher comes.
Happiness is that strict teacher absent on the slip test day.
Happiness is first assembly speech.

Happiness is meeting her at the High school Prom.
Happiness is getting a corner seat on a movie date.
Happiness is she holding your hand while crossing the road.
Happiness is when a little kid grins at you as a token of kindness.

Happiness is Road side 40 Rs.Biryani.

Happiness is watching a kid playing with your bag's zip at the bus stand
Happiness is what you feel at the moment when you see your route bus coming.
Happiness is eating samosa on a rainy day.
Happiness is Petrichor.
Happiness is when your mom is okay with you avoiding bitter gourd.
Happiness is that 10 minutes nap between the alarm and your mom's slap.
Happiness is that lone walk at late nights.

Happiness is Birthday Bumping your friend.

Happiness is when your dad says "I am proud of you."

Happiness is a "Marie biscuit Gossip evening" with your neighbours . 

Happiness is getting married to the girl you loved.

Happiness is feeling the kicks of your child when you are pregnant.

Happiness is that first kiss on your child's forehead.
Happiness is surprising her on her birthday.

Happiness is leaving the world before he/she leaves.

(P.S. Stuff in your comments..so that I will mentally get ready to write "H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S-Part II")

"HOMAM"phobia

To begin with,I am putting this to you as a DISCLAIMER NOTE that this post has nothing to do with any specific religion and issues related to it.
This is once again all about what I went through a few days back.

You know what it is and how it is to be to sit idle and stay focused in a HOMAM or Havan or whatever they call it?
Ok let me share my experience with you.
They say that I look like one North-Indian.
Actually I am a 24-carat Tamilian.(That does not mean that I am an Iyer and a Vegan.I can not survive without meat!)
So it was more like a "Saetu" boy turning in to an "Iyer".
So a few days back,I dedicated a couple of days and nights for the sake of my mom and dad as they forced me to sit in front of some empty brick blocks,which apparently were in different shapes:  From Square to Triangle, Circle to Polygons, Amoebic and "E coli"c(the priests are really the "geeky" people who are fond of Engineering drawings).
I was supposed to sit and sit half naked(dirty minds shut your think box!I meant shirtless)in front of a crowd of 75 probably.Okay I am not any Shahrukh or any Hrithik to show off the innumerable packs and the abs I  have. It is only "Sticks and Bones" out here with what I can promise that my body will be a bony feast for "Spike and Tyke".So they made me to sit alongside them, replacing my shirt with a Poonal which was inconvenient at the beginning,that I was periodically adjusting it over my body like a girl who adjusts her fringe of hair over her forehead.

As I am pretty good with the character sketches,let me describe the group of priests who had been there to screw up my gifted two days of vacation.

There was this Main Priest who was probably the only one in the whole group who was looking like a Priest.

There was this another co-priest who was exactly looking like my college senior."This could be the plight of the engineering students",I thought.

and there was one more who was looking like a typical Villain who comes hanging like a bat by the side of a Tata Sumo in a Tollywood movie.

One more was an old man who would fall off if we switch an "Orient PSPO" table fan to his side.

The other one was looking like a "Rice mart" owner who would really shine in any Tamil "country side" movie in a supporting role,provided he is given a chance.

and there were two "helpers kind",one who had a "moulded ghee" face and the other,whose character sketch is "too mainstream" to be given.
As a starter,I was supposed to repeat what the main priest told.It was more like this among the priest group.

The main priest being the Teacher and the "College Senior" and the "Tollywood Villain" being the First Benchers as they were repeating exactly whatever the teacher said.
The Old man was a Middle Bencher like me who was constantly inconsistent that he will miss what the teacher said and would manage to catch up at the end.
And the Moulded Ghee and the "Too cool to be Sketched" were the Last Benchers who were not giving a damn.
I tried to hold on and on for about 3 mins with the priest but finally ended up repeating my Ex's name over and over,which is apparently a Bi Syllabic name to Sync perfectly with the Mantras.(Could not help it and i really can not forget this thing)
And then the real effect of the Homam began with the empty brick blocks coming to use as it was lit up with fire and I was supposed to throw in some wooden sticks and some unidentifiable herbal plants and fruits inside that,whenever they say "swaha".
I just felt sorry for myself to throw all the "plants out of the gazette" for the fact that they contained all the chemicals which are used in making Bombs.I realized that I just cut the ribbon for a new World War 3 (inside the empty bricks though),inhaling all the air coming out from the Tear bomb explosion area as my poor pair of eyes were becoming reddish and glittery that for some seconds I thought that I am transforming into an Hulk.
I knew the mantras were in Sanskrit as I was listening to them and was trying to get the meaning of it with a little knowledge of Hindi in my mind. But all I got was almost all the names of the girls I knew.(at least that part of the day was pretty much fun)
At one point of time I went to the "heights-of-joblessness" that I started to count the numbers of flowers on the garland I was wearing and the petals present in it.
I think I learnt a lot about patience that day and how one can even keep themselves busy even though when they have nothing to do!and most importantly,how can one be as idle as a koala bear when it is awake.

When I looked at this from a different perspective,it only lead me to the "real me" way as there were only questions popping out of my head.
"You do all these for the sake of Human beings.Meanwhile,You kill the insects around the pit?"
You do all these and your life will turn happy overnight?
Do the gods really want us to do all these?
or Is it ?i.e., this whole things is just our Perception of belief which was made up and made up well over ages?I mean..the "Whole Thing" "
I got up from the roosted place to serve my stomach.

And Yes..

"My Name is Karthik,and I am not an Atheist"

I Am Sorry

Blogging from the place which is my native(not precisely though )..the place where I came out crying,out of my poor mother’s womb, amongst the few doctors who instantly “face palmed” after looking at me crying, when they pulled me out(slow claps for you docs),thus providing an “add on” to their pregnancy success rate.And yes my Grand Mom often used to say me that I was as dark as the "Black Forest" cake when I was born,that my mom literally lost her temper and went on to the consumer court to sue the company that distributed the saffron leaves she was in-taking when I was pretty happily snoring inside her den.(But the leaves had its temporary effect on me later though..)

I was chubby then(when?then..two yrs old),that people used to pull my cheeks out.Unfortunately,as I grew up,it was only my bones that grew up with me,and the cheek flesh which only fattened up in its "Property Of Elasticity" after all those pulls of the “affectionate” people made,just got placed over the bones which is the “so called” flesh of my body.(Just wanted to tell you how healthy i am.) And there is this guy in our college who is pretty much famous among my set(especially girls)with all those chubby cheeks and the “Amul” baby look.So whenever I look at him,I get this trance.Me being a “Chota Mota Cute Little Baby” to a “Bada Lamba Thin(still little) Boy ”.

But why am I telling all these to you ?I should tell you about something that I wanted to tell.

I had been to a place where I usually don’t go,when I come here.It is this ancestral village of our family,the place which is supposed to be remembered till my last breathe .The history of the place which I must carry forward to the next generation.For what i am destined to.

Basically it is pretty simple.There are "two" set of relatives according to the people like me (at least that is the way I see).One,The relations that would make you go “AWW”.Two,The relations that would make you go “EWW”.

Apparently, they are the second set of people as far as I concern and as far as I look at them.Like there are 7 families living out there at the village still. And Sadly,I was forced to visit the “EWW” persons today, considering  them to be the “AWW” ones.

Interesting part,there were certain conditions laid down by my parents on the way to the village.

1.Switch off your mobile phone.(My mind:As if I am boarding a flight to California to visit my Ex. Clean bowled)

2.Keep looking at the ground till they ask you something.(My Counter Side: Yes ,I am a girl who just attended puberty and someone is coming to my house with a marriage proposal.Nice.)

3.If ever by mistake you would look up from the ground,Just keep smiling(Mind:Hey Karthik .. actually they call these people as something in tamizh)

4.Eat whatever they give you(Me:At all 7? okay !I can do that till my grinder accepts the load.But once the limit exceeds..you know)

So they were basically going to show me what a “military school will look like”.

*In to the village.*

”Bye Bye World.May my phone Rest In Peace for a few..umm wait..a day”,I said to myself.

Believe me or not.You can even survive an Earthquake or A Tsunami or whatever..but not my “EWWs”. Still,I did.I succeeded.The moment I inhaled a faint of fresh air,my dad told me this,”one more to go”.

“I am not so weak at mathematics baba , I am good at basics.I can count and it is 7 and over”,I said.

“No,this is one of our family friend and you must come”,he did.

"As "EWWs" as Father",I speculated. 

But I was wrong.

Those people made my day.

I got to see a "pretty much" 50 yr old couple and an 80 yr old great-grandmother type,whose ears if I had peered at it properly,seemed to have undergone my “choti moti” year’s cheek disorder.Obviously,even the African elephant would suffer because of the elasticity,if you carry such weight on your ears.”Kudos Paati ma!”I giggled silently.There were no set of instructions to be followed here and so I was the "too-hyper” me.

(What would a free bird do when it is let out of the cage after a day of exhibition?True emancipation indeed!)

*takes out my phone,FIFA 14*

When I was there at the brink to score a goal for Man U and win it at the extra time(At least,Man U could win it virtually),people were ON with a conversation regarding my Great Grandmother. Okay  Actually, I get excited when I hear my great Grandma’s  name.This is the Great Grandma from the “EWWs'” side.I at least “self-excite” myself when I hear others talk about all the “not-so-convincing” stories of her. Seriously people..all the things she did..u can never be so tricky as her.

But it was only today when I got to know how good she actually was.The way the family friend of ours described each and every frickin good thing about her appealed. The person towards whom I actually grew a grudge upon. A bold lady who is no more with us.

 Guilt and Pure Guilt. I am right now sitting alone at the open space veranda of the house where she lived and writing this to you. I am not a strong believer of ghosts but if I come across one, I definitely will.(But,I get scared like hell,that only the friends of mine who have been to the “ghost house” with me would know)  I have heard people gossiping about the spirit of my Great Grandma going on rounds nocturnally.Its 3.28 A.M.

And if I really would see her,and if I would stay still without fainting out of stroke,this is what I would like to say.

"I Am Sorry."