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Monday, April 28, 2014

AN ODE TO A BRAVE HEART !

Oh ! how many more innocent lives will the borders claim ,
and for heartbroken loved ones,life will never be the same.
The rest of the world  places a wreath and sings praises for a week.
Alas ! they , the ones who live on ,in this world, "WE" are mute and weak.
The soldier hath proclaimed and we declared that he was born to die,
a death untimely,so we also say , we the ones who are still alive.
We rue,we condemn ,but who are we to determine his short life span ?
We say the almighty loved him immensely and this was his plan.
Did not the stars augur well,when he passed out ?
In the presence of beaming parents,he carried clout.
Responsibilities we have shirked,we have failed miserably to protect him.
He is the torchbearer of the nation,does he deserve an Obituary hymn?
He announced to the world that he was in love and swept her off his feet.
Oh ! Dear ! Destiny is so cruel.Why did they ever meet ?
Dimpled,a smile so pure,he leaves behind a distraught family and a glorious past...
Devastated and anguished he must have been too ,when he meditated on his wife and child as he breathed his last.....

Monday, April 21, 2014

I SENT A LETTER TO MR. ZUCKER AND ON THE WAY I DROPPED IT,SOMEONE CAME AND PICKED IT UP AND PUT IT IN HIS POCKET !


Here's a direct letter I address to a friend Mark,
Dear Zucker,This is Nayaki from DeshopriyO park
" I have an earnest request,
I plead at a friend's behest.


"I know you,You know me not,
Type RHYME till I get caught,
Google poetess,verse and Nayaki,
Rest not, till you really feel lucky "=


Mark's response was immediate,
He replied," Maam an adda I initiate,
Your search yielded results that amaze,
I see you have a following on Bong base."


"Yes Sir, I am indeed proud to be an Indian,
what ? he interrupted,I guffawed ! A Kolkata Tamilian,"
I said , "Jokes apart,can we talk some serious business ?"
"Sure Maam," he replied," I am indeed in the mood for acquisitions."


" I am a mango woman, I have nothing much to offer,
yet ! I have suggestions on matters on which we may differ,
I observe that you have included several attributes new,
I request you to also accept my recommendations few."


"You are welcome, Please create a page," he added,
"or shall I suggest an open group,sponsored ?
You are free to voice your thoughts there ,
Post pics of meals,have a cake and also share."


"Huh !!! I said, that’s not the main intention,
I have to work hard daily to earn my pension."
"What’s stopping you ? " he remarked !
I said ," controversy,I seem to have long ago sparked."


" Alas ! The embers refuse to die down,
I am rather unhappy,I said with a frown,
Blaze verse , comment , prose and poetry,
I may be allowed to rant, please in a pot pourri."


"So spare a thought for me dear friend,
even as more important meets you may attend,
Give me the power to befriend but never to displease,
But why ? Oh why,should I not be allowed to rhyme as I please ?"


"Maam ! he said,the wall is all yours,but pray how can I assist ?
Why don’t you sort out with your friends and if they still insist,
Send me suggestions,I will include them in a special list,
Do send me a few words about each ,I mean in a small gist 


"You have given me great ideas,he went on to say,
Dear subscriber, a friend pulse meter is on the way,
Wolf whistles will be recorded and a green light will flicker,
Likes and comments on your post will attract a fee and a choco cracker 



"Oh ! That’s fantastic , I said ! I am already on cloud nine,
It’s a warm day here In Chennai,I hope you are doing fine .
I take leave now ,Its time for me to dance ,dine,juggle and roar
Please ! Oh ! Please ! Do check your inbox for the names , I think just a Crore 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

DOCTORMAN DOCTORMAN FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD DOCTORMAN !


A is for Ardous , his journey is very hard.
B is the Blithe spirit,who uses a healing card.
C is for Compassion,learnt in curriculum core.
D is for Dexterity,he exhibits in a cure for a sore.
E is for Enterprise, he relies on to be perfect.
F is the Faith, he banks on for the treatment correct.
G is the Good, he believes in, is the God in him.
H is Humane, he counsels when survival chances are slim.
I is for Integrity, coz he has taken the oath.
J is for being Jolly, coz he can never loathe.
K is for Kindness, he distributes in equal measure.
L is for being Lucid, at work or during leisure.
M is the Medicines , he prescribes , a panacea for a cure.
N is Needless, to say he has a golden heart pure.
O is the Ocean of mercy he represents.
P is for Pain relief techniques he implements.
Q is the Queue of patients,who line up to meet him.
R is for Records, he keeps in memory and not in sim.
S is for the Sheer grit,he is endowed with.
T is for a Temper cool and that is not a myth.
U is for Understanding the pain and the agony.
V is for being Vagile ,he is a Samaritan who can feel.
W is for Wright,who sutures wounds to heal.
X is for the Xtra care, he provides with a smile.
Y is for the Yeoman service he always renders.
Z is for the Zeal tireless,as he shines in his own feathers.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

TENDER COCONUT WATER FOR THE KIND HEARTED SOUL !!!!!!



The better days are nearly gone and I am still unable to think..Oh ! What a pity ! The not so bad days begin tomorrow and a long weekend is almost gone without any literary pursuit..Oh ! What a pity..
The morning cuppa was just right.The second was good and the third one was by far the best...Yet ! an upper storey,fails to light up and remains plagued in darkness...
I have to admit that my maid motivates me to work.So when she is around,I am brisk and active and when she leaves,that's when a sense of completion overwhelms me and I am free to think..
It was 7AM,I pulled the curtains to let the morning ray of sunshine in.I had not overslept...It was intentional..As I lay awake,I made up my mind to work hard,really hard,so that I would be able to think....
So,I pulled out the bedspreads,the pillow covers and the cushion covers...Straight they went into the washing machine..The bed ,the pillows and the cushions got a new makeover and I was pleased.I paused to think.Have I been able to think ?...
"No! Not yet my dear," said an inner voice..
Unperturbed,I went about ,on not so routine chores...The kitchen is the best place to be in, when in search of new ideas...So I was back to familiar territory...MTR's Rava idli is good.,fast to cook and good to eat.With breakfast done,and no headway into new thoughts,I continued undeterred..
I checked the provisions available..The filled glass bottles and the Tupperware are proof of sufficient stock.A sense of contentment overpowered me and I was pleased...The sparkling stainless vessels are an indication of Tambrahm power and so powerful I feel...The tamarind,salt and pickles occupy their much deserved position in the porcelain jars...AAh ! That's indeed gratifying....and should empower me to have a taste of my own writing......So i thinketh......
I moved from the cellar to the altar..I cleaned the silverware with vibhuti ,and scrubbed the bronze and brassware with tamarind…I wiped the photos,drew the daily kolams and lit the oil lamp...I prayed to the Gods for the gift of creative thought,so that I could think...think well ,so that I could write and write at my best so that my happy hormones could be elevated….badly need them for the week ahead
The lunch preparation began with a bang...The safety valve in the tiny pressure cooker went bust...I was not going to be worried anyway...A long association in a joint family has also helped to retain,procure and stock all that I need and all that I don't ,in multiples of two and more,so that cooking continues uninterrupted…The menu is Capsicum spinach and potatoes,Jeera Milagu rasam ,Thenga Thugaiyal and appalam..
Lunch is also done…..My dishwasher Maya has left ,and the vessels have been neatly left to dry…..Home is where the heart is…Home is where the tiffs begin and end.Home is where occupation begins with preoccupation…Home is where laughter is interspersed with tears…Home is where you long to be in when you are out and out when you are in…Home is where relationships stand the test of time and are not strained by silly angst within……..
So ! in the midst of squabbles and the tiffs,when the hungry mouths are fed,when the God mother has left with a promise to be back tomorrow,when the forty winks will run to a couple of hours…that is when I am inspired to think….
and So signing off as Hitachi says...Inspire Next....


Jeera Milagu Rasam for the Kind Woman's Soul !


The better days are nearly gone and I am still unable to think..Oh ! What a pity ! The not so bad days begin tomorrow and a long weekend is almost gone without any literary pursuit..Oh ! What a pity..
The morning cuppa was just right.The second was good and the third one was by far the best...Yet ! an upper storey,fails to light up and remains plagued in darkness...
I have to admit that my maid motivates me to work.So when she is around,I am brisk and active and when she leaves,that's when a sense of completion overwhelms me and I am free to think..
It was 7AM,I pulled the curtains to let the morning ray of sunshine in.I had not overslept...It was intentional..As I lay awake,I made up my mind to work hard,really hard,so that I would be able to think....
So,I pulled out the bedspreads,the pillow covers and the cushion covers...Straight they went into the washing machine..The bed ,the pillows and the cushions got a new makeover and I was pleased.I paused to think.Have I been able to think ?...
"No! Not yet my dear," said an inner voice..
Unperturbed,I went about ,on not so routine chores...The kitchen is the best place to be in, when in search of new ideas...So I was back to familiar territory...MTR's Rava idli is good.,fast to cook and good to eat.With breakfast done,and no headway into new thoughts,I continued undeterred..
I checked the provisions available..The filled glass bottles and the Tupperware are proof of sufficient stock.A sense of contentment overpowered me and I was pleased...The sparkling stainless vessels are an indication of Tambrahm power and so powerful I feel...The tamarind,salt and pickles occupy their much deserved position in the porcelain jars...AAh ! That's indeed gratifying....and should empower me to have a taste of my own writing......So i thinketh......
I moved from the cellar to the altar..I cleaned the silverware with vibhuti ,and scrubbed the bronze and brassware with tamarind…I wiped the photos,drew the daily kolams and lit the oil lamp...I prayed to the Gods for the gift of creative thought,so that I could think...think well ,so that I could write and write at my best so that my happy hormones could be elevated….badly need them for the week ahead
The lunch preparation began with a bang...The safety valve in the tiny pressure cooker went bust...I was not going to be worried anyway...A long association in a joint family has also helped to retain,procure and stock all that I need and all that I don't ,in multiples of two and more,so that cooking continues uninterrupted…The menu is Capsicum spinach and potatoes,Jeera Milagu rasam ,Thenga Thugaiyal and appalam..
Lunch is also done…..My dishwasher Maya has left ,and the vessels have been neatly left to dry…..Home is where the heart is…Home is where the tiffs begin and end.Home is where occupation begins with preoccupation…Home is where laughter is interspersed with tears…Home is where you long to be in when you are out and out when you are in…Home is where relationships stand the test of time and are not strained by silly angst within……..
So ! in the midst of squabbles and the tiffs,when the hungry mouths are fed,when the God mother has left with a promise to be back tomorrow,when the forty winks will run to a couple of hours…that is when I am inspired to think….
and So signing off as Hitachi says...Inspire Next....



Saturday, April 12, 2014

FROM KOLKATA TO CHENNAI WITH LOVE !


I am on a roll yet again.It's an extended weekend and rightfully my time to go on a memory trip.It's been more than three decades since I left my city of joy for good.Yet ! as one says,you can move a Bong out of Kolkata,but  not the Kolkatan out of her.

So when I woke up today morning,as is the usual practice daily,I pondered on the menu .You may be wondering what this has to do with a Bong gene in her.Well ! I literally break my head everyday,trying to bring in variety in the meals.I wonder how,but a frankie popped up in my mind today morning and OOreee Ma ! I was thrilled.Kolkata holds the patent for the rolls,that we now know as frankies...

I grew up in a traditional,rather conservative Tambrahm joint family,where it was the practice to wake up early,drool over the finest coffee and get back to the chores in routine fashion.It was unthinkable to drift away from the routine,no matter what.."Vedi kalambara ezhunthu,vasa perikki thudaikunam...nallaikku vera oru veetukku marumagalaga poga vendiya irrukkum..Ipadee somberee yaga irukka kudathu !"..Mom would say.."Wake up,clean the courtyard.You will have to serve as a daughter in law in somebody's home someday.Don't be so lazy,"...Mom would say...

Grandfather V.Krishnamoorthy worked in Bihar;I grew up with my uncles and aunts,and in this blog of mine I wish to portray a typical day in the life of a TamBrahm.,over the decades...

1960's till early 1970s- Grandmother Kannamani ,selected the choicest coffee beans,roasted and powdered them at home.The coffee grinder was a must in every household.So a typical day always began with decoction coffee.Before going for a bath,she would soak the rice , pulses and tamarind ,boiled rice for idli,and thuvar dal for sambhar/rasam...With a hymn in her lips,and a grim look on her face,she would go about her work..A thugaiyal /chutney was a must every day and peels of vegetables formed the main ingredient.

With a chant in the background,the main cooking done ,she would place a small stool in front of the grinding stone and sit down to grind the rice and urad dal separately manually.After an hour or so,the rice and the urad batter would be mixed and transferred to an aluminium container.The green saree Kannamani ,as she was popularly known in close circles, would head straight to the ease chair in her room.This was her everyday routine.

The family was big and so the stone rolled daily.Mom took care of the sundry work,a part time maid cleaned the vessels, washed the clothes and mopped the floor.After lunch,it was usual practice for the women to browse thro Tamil magazines,Ananda Vikatan,Kumudam and Kalki were the favourites..After a short afternoon nap,it was time to plan the dinner menu..That was fairly simple.All that they had to do was prepare rice once again.The left over morning made Sambhar or rasam ,would be carried over with chutta appalam,if lucky.They listened to music ,AIR,Vividh bharati ,the menfolk went to South India Club every day and the children went to bed by 9PM...

Late seventys,80's and early 90's -The day still began with the special coffee,the coffee grinder still occupied a place of pride in the kitchen ,the home had an electric mixie now,and the routine was quite the same, monotonous,except for that, the kids were growing up ,were demanding more variety and utensils had been upgraded to stainless steel.The elderly women had no choice but to relent...

The little ones went to school and on their way back stopped at the local churan ,kool, jhal muri ,roll ,singada and puchka stalls.They were quite obedient too.So they headed home and also partook of the rasam sadham and curd rice.Dinner was a little elaborate,because the family now preferred parathas and chapathis The ritual of having idlis,pongal,upma,dosa for breakfast continued unabated though,with a few additions.Luchis ,bread and eggs were included in the breakfast menu.

Dad was the official chef when it came to cooking the eggs.A small corner of the verandah,overlooking RB Avenue was allocated for this purpose.He had a small saucepan ,a container,a cup,a couple of spoons ,bowls and plates kept aside for the Royal Egg Meal.I must tell you,he made the best omelettes,bulls eye and scramble for us.Later,though I gave up on eggs completely.It was a doctor prescribed diet and Dad wanted the best for his children.So I was an eggetarian long back but never a non vegetarian..

The women stitched,knitted,painted and crocheted during the day,went shopping once in six months,attended concerts,dramas,once or twice in a year,went to theatres to watch movies regularly,listened to Vividh Bharati and went to bed every night listening to Binaca geetmala,S.Kumar's kee filmi muqaddama,and Aap Ki Farmaish...They watched Chiching Phank,Hum Log , Buniyaad and Sanbad on Doordarshan and the children played in Triangular park every day.

Late 90s,2K to 2011....Television has grown by leaps and bounds,thanks to Ekta and her kin.The coffee still rules,The Tambongs  still drool over the A & B plantation bean combo,the coffee maker adorns a corner in the pantry and is now indispensable.The manual coffee grinder is valued as an antique and adorns a corner of the living room.The table top grinder churns out idli/dosa batter as and when required and the conventional South Indian breakfast dishes continue to be hot favourites. Lunch is an elaborate affair during weekends and simple,when stuffed into a lunch box.Variety rice/chapathis is now more popular for people on the run .The net is working and Social networking has begun..

2012 onwards...Online surfing goes hitech,television goes digital and Apps have invaded the galaxy.To be on the move,one has to be appdated.An app to wake you up on time,an app that measures the heart rate as you run,and more apps in the future perhaps to keep you constantly aware of being aware of how fit you are ,where you are, where you should be,what you should be wearing,why you should be doing this and not that and God knows what not.......

 The breakfast menu has more variety with brown bread,oats,muesli and cornflakes lined up in a counter,next to the dining table.Milk is fat free.Fruits,nuts and salads are the starter's kit to a dieting regime.Stay hydrated,they say and the fitness freaks shun salt and sugar.Lunch is light and dinner is lighter..

But all this and more will not deter the 60s and 70s born Tambong. With personalised menus,life in the kitchen has taken a new turn.All that she has to do now, is to oversee the requirements and ensure a steady supply for the new whatsapping gen..Even as multi demands are met easily,she will not miss the early morning jog and the headlines.All throughout the day she remains tech friendly,makes purchases and pays bills online,transfers cash ,visits the local boutique regularly ,checks her mails every hour and logs in to FB at the end of the day,but because a friend has advised she will abstain from the use of computers atleast two hours before bedtime.Now its upto her to fix the bedtime..Godmothers are luxury , robots have taken over and housed miles away from her city of joy,she continues to keep the Bong spark alive.

Mustard oil finds its place in the conventional monthly provision list. Jhaal muri as a snack is a great hit in a rather conservative Tambrahm family,that have adapted to a crazy Tambong's requirements.Chapathis/phulkas/rotis/nans/kulchas and Veggies prepared with shuktho mashla have found way into the hearts of the Tanjore Iyers.The aroma of the Vethakuzhambu and Milagu rasam lingers even as the fame of the Laker aloordhom ,Puchka and Churmur continues to spread far and wide....

FIVE EASY TO MAKE BREAKFAST MEAL COMBOS

The other day,I  was reading a post about the tasty Adai, that an Adai a day keeps a doctor away,but it would be a tad boring ,I guess, if one has to consume it everyday.It is all about the typical tastes, that we have got so used over the years and therefore we will not let the legacy die All said and done the Adai Avial combination is indeed here to stay.Newer variants are now being tried out and some are more tastier than the conventional Adai.Add red carrots ,instead of the pulses.Grind rice,grated carrotsand Kashimiri chillies for the zing taste and a unique flavour.Garnish with drumstick , pudina or curry leaves for a distinct aroma.Enhance with toppings as you please....Butter,Jaggery,Honey,Jam,Nutella etc etc.It's good to experiment on a dish ,where nothing can go wrong .You stand to gain,if the new version is accepted by all at home.



Combinations over the years,passed down by generations ,continue to be much sought after ,even today..Like for instance,the idli,,sambhar,chutney combo can never lose  charm,so long as the idlis are soft and fluffy.Time tested methods and constant practise helps one to excel and the secret behind the preparation of the ideal batter lies in adding pressed rice and soaked fenugreek seeds during the grind...


Another favourite that rules breakfast charts is the good old Ghee Pongal,which is so easy to prepare,fast to cook and good to eat..The secret here lies in dry roasting the rice and pulses,adding milk while cooking and a generous dollop of clarified ghee preferably from home made butter, before serving.Cashews are optional,for I personally feel that the Pongal owes its taste ,flavour and aroma to the pepper and the cummin seeds.The onion gotsu or any mix veg gotsu and chutneys make this a complete , balanced, wholesome breakfast meal..


Next in line,sought after for its simplicity,is the humble Upma......Vermicelli,semolina,rice,corn,etc...Here again it is the taste,that we have acquired over the years,that refuses to let us go of this humble dish., The flavour is enhanced  by adding green chillies,ginger, onion,carrot,capsicum,beans,tomato and fresh green peas.When the mixture comes to a boil,pour it into a container,place the container in a pressure cooker,boil on high flame for a minute,sim the flame and leave it for 15 minutes,without placing the weight.Remove from fire,add a generous helping  of gingelly oil,mix the contents well and keep it closed inside the cooker. Sim boil for another five minutes,remembering not to place the weight at any stage..Remove from fire Repeat the last procedure again before serving.Garnish with coriander leaves...This is a dish one can have at any time of the day,with or without any accompaniement...



The poori follows in line,and nothing to beat the traditional Potato masala for the accompaniement..It's quite a healthy side dish,in the sense that the potatoes are boiled,not fried and it owes its flavour to the ginger and the green chillies. This can be made practically oil free and sort of compensates for the oil used in frying the pooris..Pooris taste yumm with chana too.That by itself is a wholesome meal..


Friday, April 11, 2014

A STING OPERATION !

Please do not flare up.I have to admit that I see a Bong link wherever I go,a Kolkata connection in whatever I do.It is common to bask on all that is old and absolutely normal to rewind and be on a flashback mode even at work.

It was just another normal day at work....The week had begun with a few glitches.Friends reported sick with headaches and yet attended work as usual.The
home front houses a clinic too and it was a spectacle to watch....firey eyed friends in day and night glasses.

He was not a habitual offender....a stickler for punctuality ,Mr M arrived late on Monday. MrT and Mr W followed suit..on Tuesday and Wednesday......I started getting the jitters.With misty eyes and running noses predominant, the work places in and around an arterial road ,presented a bleak picture of distorted vision too. But as they say every cloud has a silver lining,and so I recommended the afflicted ones I knew, to visit the friendly neighbourhood Doc.


Its a new week and the allergy continues to be viral.As friends and strangers made a beeline to the clinic nearby, I was thrilled....Oh ! let me tell you that if you are able to understand within a split second ,what I wish to convey , when I proclaim in ecstasy "JOY BANGLA" then you undoubtedly, belong to the category "A BONG ONCE,IS ALWAYS A BONG...TAM or OTHERWISE"


Incidentally,for ChenEYETES who may be curious and for the others too, let me tell you that ,the friendly neighbourhood Doc happens to be.....a kindhearted ophthalmologist....& though I feel the sting ,I am not red eyed as yet.......I hope the meaning has been conveyed to Madrasis too :-))))))


FUN TIME ! TOMATO TIME !



Oh ! this is an out of the box effort ,
I have to admit,it's a sudden spurt ,
coz ! when the flow is smooth & easy going,
a mad hatter is in form,happy and glowing .

I shall now relate a crazy snippet new ,
of highway tales and tomatoes not few ,
and when the morning sun was above,
"let's make a move," my mom said "Chennai I love ! "


He picked up their bags,he is a son, so dutiful ,
steering behind the wheel ,that's his wife so beautiful,
together the six some were packed so tight ,
a couple,kids,an octagenarian and his better half so light.

all into an I 10,squeezed in uneasy comfort ,
in a bid to travel together, but Ouch ! the cramps hurt,
So ,the octagenarian stepped out, often in style ,
and complained "What a bother ! I'd rather walk a mile ."

and when the day was almost done,
the birds chirped and the evening sun was going down,
The little fella screamed "Papa! just have a look ahead,"
"I see beds of tomatoes....green,yellow and red."

The kid was right and the car came to a screeching halt,
all for the sake of tomatoes,the jolt,the driver's fault ,
the members stepped out of the car &went on a shopping spree,
right in the middle of the highway and under a shady tree.

My brother's kids were thrilled,they picked them ripe and raw,
the seniors joined them too as my six footer bro roared in guffaw,
for it was a pleasant surprise and an encounter so luscious,
to be in the midst of nature and mounds of tomatoes delicious.

So back they went again,One, Two,Three,Four,Five and Six ,
all into the I 10 and now with an added tomato mix ,
the sack load of tomatoes travelled from B'lore to Chennai near,
for distribution to friends and relatives,close and near.

It was Diwali eve and I was in for a pleasant shock ,
when Dad,Mom,Bro and family barged in late night at 10 'O'clock,
"I have a surrprrrrisssse for you," he sheepishly grinned ,
"a special gift for a sister dear and forgive me I have sinned."

"It was a temptation ,that I could not resist ,
and I plead guilty ,if you should insist ,
Its a sweet burden, off my I 10 that I wish to unload,
a small sackful of tomatoes," he said and in laughter rolled.

He emptied the contents into my kitchen and fled,
I 'll be back on Diwali day with friends he said ,
Dear friends ! I hope you can understand why I have been quiet,
Yes ! I have been trying to get the tomatoes out of my sight .

Yes ! its been a tangy Tamtamatar week so far,
with jam,sauce,pickle and all because of a car,
I'm in a tomato soup ,I'm loving it and a strong signal I do send .
My fridge is still loaded & my bro is expected again next weekend :-)

Thursday, April 10, 2014

MEASURE YOUR CHEER COUNT WITH HAPPYMETER !

Many reasons one can cite to be happy about,
and yet why do we always  focus on a grey cloud ?
If irritants seem to bother,it makes sense to turn away,
make a mood shift,drift with calm and wear a smile on the face.
So there you see, you already have a reason to be happy about.
Why should one fret or fume over a long wait,
when all one one has to do is to sit back and relax,
or a go getter,with a passion for challenge,to get things done,
Go ! grab the reasons you need  to be happy about.
 Raising one's standards to excel and also fulfil one's aspirations,
or moving naturally with the flow with an intention to reach the goal,
are time tested methods to achieve the end and also feel good.
So there you have all the right reasons to be happy about.
Assuming everything happens for a reason,some beyond one's control,
when one can handle disappointments,losses and yet move on,
unpredictable situations, if one can face with grit and elan,
isn't this progress and also something to be happy about ?
When one is caught offguard and movements hindred,
one pushes obstacles,wages a war with despair and still forges ahead,
when realisation dawns that difficulties are finally behind,
overwhelmed is one and isn't this something to be cheerful about ?
If in the midst of a situation,when one has to compromise,
if be the need to share pleasure ,melancholy or  pain,
if one can open his heart out to a loved one,one is reborn again,
and reason everlasting enough to be happy about ....
When one can assess oneself truthfully,
based on his plusses,minuses,failures and success,
would he not dwell upon his laurels alone ,
as a reason to be ever thankful and happy about ?
If one does look back with pride,notwithstanding a future insecure,
evaluates one's real worth based on  past sacrifice,
would one also not feel that failures have not been in vain,
and so one still has the reasons to be happy about.
At the end of the day,if one were to evaluate one's performance,
place achievements and attainments on one side,
unfulfilled dreams and desires on another side,
if the former outweighs the latter,
isn't it sufficient reason to be happy about ?
Life comes with an expiry date and the clock is ticking away,
So hurry ,place your order for the Happymeter  today,
Grab the early bird offer and sing a happy song,
and find all the reasons that you may need to feel happy about....