Sunday Morning.....

My sleep was interrupted. I wouldn't call it an interruption, since I woke up, for a change, with a relaxed and calm mind. It was a Sunday, I had no classes, no agonizing Sunday Test, on which I have dedicated a whole post (http://shaishavism.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-thats-sunday.html) ( That's good advertising isn't it ? ;-) )

I glanced at my wrist watch. 5.45 AM. That was early. I don't even get up at 5.45 for classes! I thought about going back to sleep. However, as I glanced around, I found my adjacent bed empty, which suddenly reminded me that there was no one in the house. Of Course! My parents and my sister had left town for a wedding or something. I don't know exactly what, because I was more busy planning what to do, when they weren't around, rather then listening to them.

Pumped with enthusiasm to get up, but not enough to walk more than ten steps, I collapsed on bed in my parents room. As I looked out of the window, I noticed that it was just about time for sunrise. 

I walked towards my french window ( if you know what that means! ) and sat down on the granite ledge. The cool and humid atmosphere in the morning had made the ledge really cold. As I relaxed on the ledge, my warm body met with a chilling yet comforting cold from the granite ledge. It hadn't rained the previous night, but the atmosphere was pleasingly cool. I grabbed my blanket and made myself some coffee as I settled to witness sunrise- from an urban spot. 

As I sipped onto my warm coffee, which seemed perfect for the cool atmosphere and the even cooler granite ledge. It was utopia. Darkness faded away, and the world became a little brighter. It was as if someone was adjusting the brightness display of the Earth, very slowly and steadily, allowing me to sink in every moment of it. 

I couldn't hear a single sound from motor vehicles or the construction site next to my building. It was just me and an eerie yet comforting silence.

In a few minutes though, I was no longer alone. I was joined by a number of birds. I could hear the cuckoo, whose sound I had heard after more than 5-6 years. I could hear many more sounds from different types of birds, who I don't even know about. All of it seemed like music. Pure music. Music without words. Music with emotions though. The birds sounded so sweet, that no melody in the world could compare to them. That is Mother Nature at its best.

I had woken up dozens of times, at that particular time of the day, and I had looked out of the window many times, but I never ever noticed all the things that I noticed, while warming up inside my blanket, sipping my coffee. In our day to day life, we're too busy to notice the smaller things. The chirping of the birds, the crisp and bright colour of the flowers and the leaves, the beautiful colour and design of the butterflies. Even looking at a chameleon camouflaging, amazes me and makes me so happy.

They say, the thing that you look hardest for, is right in front of your eyes. That Sunday was the paradigm of that saying. 

We look for happiness in so many different things. Money, success, entertainment etcetera etcetera. And we often find ourselves unhappy, when we go looking for happiness in these things. 

The Only Thing That We Need To Do To Find Happiness, Is To Open Our Eyes.

And You'll See Happiness All Around You!

Tomorrow....

Its been a long time. Almost two months since I last posted. But I've been extremely busy with my studies ( Yes, you can smile at the sarcasm... ;-) ) Frankly speaking my mind has been really lazy and I've not had the time to think about anything to write. My life has a routine, and since I don't really meander from it, there is hardly anything new.

Now almost everyone reading my posts must have figured out that my mind meanders a lot. I think about stuff that normally not many people think, ( No this is not a self praising post) and thereby trouble myself, searching for answers, and when I don't get them, I trouble you guys for the answers. Obviously, why should I suffer alone? ;-)

So my test was nearing ( Which I don't know why, brings a wicked smile to my face ) and I had a lot of pending work for the next day. It was around ten in the night, and I could have completed a part of the work that time itself, but then came into my mind, the one word that is my favorite- Tomorrow. The picture was perfect. I could get my precious sleep, and I would also ( Somehow magically) finish off the pile of homework and pending work that I had.

We fast forward twenty four hours ahead. As you rightly guessed, I DID get my precious sleep, but I couldn't complete my entire pending work. I was almost going to put it off till tomorrow again, when I suddenly remembered that I had promised myself the same earlier. And that's when I realized how useful the world tomorrow really was.

It was perfect. You would't feel guilty, you could get all your comforts and you would be an eternal optimist (always believing that tomorrow all your problems would be solved. Ha Ha. ) However, when tomorrow would actually come, you would be longing for Yesterday. The day where all your troubles seemed so far away. Its an amazing irony, how the lazy human mind always wants everything without working for it. Or is it just me?

In a way the future is also a scary cum wonderful place. It really depends on what kind of a situation you are in. It is in accordance to that. Even without that, it becomes a little scary when you think about the long term future. Almost after every major event that you predict, there are two 'What If's'. One takes you to a rosy, but a little unbelievable path, while the other one takes you to a path that you don't wanna believe! Somehow, the mind concentrates on the latter one. Now I dream big, and it becomes even more difficult when you dream big. The bigger the dream, the more belief and faith you need. And when you aim big, you want to be successful in everything that you do, even though it will be a minor thing like solving a sum. Even a small failure, hurts you. Actually the small failure hurts more. You start to have self doubts. If I can't do the small thing, how am I to do a huge thing, that six billion people can't do? What is special in me, that six billion people don't have.? Of course this is just a way to complicate things. We humans have a tendency to over analyze stuff, and use the tiny little brain too much. When you over complicate things, you forget the simplest of things.

Basically, its almost the peak time of studies, and we friends have been discussing a lot about the future and stuff. When you think of it in a nut shell, its a little scary. I tried to tell them, that studies and success was not related at all, (which I firmly believe, in terms, that you can be successful, without being successful in  studies). They half believed me, as all their teachers (and mine) would beg to differ.

Hopefully this madness will be over. :-)

P.S- Please Please Please Do Hear The Beatles. They Rock!  

P.P.S- Listen to Hey Jude, Yesterday, A Day In The Life and My Guitar Gently Weeps. Am still exploring many more.

P.P.P.S- Yesterday is awesome. It is almost an inversion of what I wrote.

P.P.P.P.S- Any Beatles fans here? I can't find anyone who likes The Beatles. And yeah, please suggest some songs of Beatles.

P.P.P.P.P.S- The Beatles! Have gone crazy :-)