Fading
U be a rock I will be water U be a rock I will be a flower Love is not you responding back But me
After Class XII , my dad asked me what career I wanted to pursue, I was very clear it was psychology, at that time I had no knowledge of what this subject was, what it entailed yet the inner voice was so clear.
The year was 1992. Thirty years later as I write this I realize Happiness School is a manifestation of this inner voice, my soul song. This is probably the fourth attempt at building this website and I hope we sustain it this time. Since I was a young child, inspiration (quotes), stories and humor (jokes) attracted me, you will find some essence of that child here.
I have had three DBD (Dying before Dying) experiences. One in the period 1992 – 1995 where my identity of intelligent, super smart, achieving student was shattered, second between 2015 to 2016 where my identity of a successful, highly successful Corporate CXO was broken and the third in 2019 where the most precious identity, that of a good son, a good husband, a good father, a family person was crushed to dust. In my writings you will see these phases. I have traversed the dark night of the soul thrice and I am grateful for this journey, for it took away all that, what I was not. Read More
All you need is love
U be a rock I will be water U be a rock I will be a flower Love is not you responding back But me
They were crazily in love It was like One who could see But not speak Guide the one Who could ask the path But not
He held her Like a raindrop holds on to a twig Knowing that it is over Yet so afraid to let go So clingy So
Some moments can last an eternity !
When will I stop banging on closed doors When will I let go When will I give up hope for acceptance When will I stop
Atrangi zindagi Satrangi zindagi Khush zindagi Khaamosh zindagi Khwaabon ki zindagi Raaston per zindagi Kabhi upar zindagi Kabhi niche zindagi Kabhi bahaar zindagi Kabhi bazaar
When she builds a wall She always leaves a door Shut but unlocked What am I focusing on……
I was born Happy then I forgot !
When the strong winds blow Become a wind mill Become a merry go round Life can either blow me away Or I can learn to
Joy and sorrow are interwoven inseparable threads of the beautiful tapestry called life The darkness inside the bud Does not know the beauty of the
On my morning walk I have seen this tree laden with flowers I have seen this tree shedding them with joy , the road covered