I recently was telling someone that it is hard to remember the last time I was this insanely almost peaceful and happy the way I have been since the last few months. Happiness can be very addictive. It is light and it has a sense of surreal calm about it. It feels sweet like a nap after a glass of wine in the afternoon. I have been having way too much fun with it. It wasn’t easy to get used to it initially. But once I did...oh man!
However,
obviously, to say the least, this is life. Things constantly change for better
or for worse and all that shit. Suddenly the road leading to some great anticipated
adventure suddenly folds up or takes a sudden sharp turn and all that shit. It
is easy (and I did for a bit) to get crushed. Unhappiness is always right
around the corner, waiting for you to slip right in, feel miserable, recall all
the crappy things that have ever happened to you since the moment you were born
(Yeah, I am wired weirdly), curse all the men that inhabit this planet and all
that shit. It sometimes makes me write better but now I have realised that I am
now learning to write averagely well even without being depressed. Also, when I
am unhappy, it is usually much more difficult for me to take decisions (I often
end up using shampoo on my loofah and coffee in my tea which leads to a lot of
practical wastage), to decide what to wear for work, to listen to other people,
to look out of the taxi window and feel the wind and little snippets of life
floating all around! And last but not the least, ALL the bad decisions in my
life can be attributed to this little monster. And it is absolutely fatal when
it mixes with alcohol.
So
basically, I am on a mission. I cannot afford to be unhappy. It sounds like a
sloppy philosophical statement, but I am not going on that road again. Even if
it is hard work and requires a very rational process (I am watching a lot of
Dexter and Alfred Hitchcock Presents these days to stay inspired), staying happy
is fun. And totally worth it. I am not saying I am not slipping. Constantly.
Life
has a weird way of punching you on your nose (mine sometimes literally does
that by making me fall on my nose in my own house) but the idea is to just cry
a little, get up, clean up and put on a band-aid and move fucking on.
On
another note, I think I will make a highly shady and questionable motivational
speaker.
Special mention on this post: My more than dearest friend, one of my soulmates and my anti-manic depressive machine-- Prinki (Priyanka Pereira). Only she will understand this reference. Rest of you, carry on and check out delicious semi-naked Don Draper (Jon Hamm) below.
Special mention on this post: My more than dearest friend, one of my soulmates and my anti-manic depressive machine-- Prinki (Priyanka Pereira). Only she will understand this reference. Rest of you, carry on and check out delicious semi-naked Don Draper (Jon Hamm) below.
