Perpetually Perplexed

  I read somewhere, A man wants food, clothes, shelter in that order. Once these needs are met he wants social recognition. So is creativity makes me happy really means I feel that I am someone. I can do something and I have done something. That is why I am happy.    May be so or may not be so. But ultimate happiness is when you do something which really difficult. And the amount of happiness is directly proportional to the grade of difficulty and number of hurdles faced.    Is there a short cut for obtaining happiness. Eating, reading junk, watching trash, why do these give us some happiness. And many a times why do we resort to these knowing too well that we are wasting time and these are not good for us? Or is it because we are masochists?     And why am I blogging now instead of really creative "Learning android"

Are you happy? Ask this question to hundred people. You may find very few affirmative answers. Why are we unhappy? All of us? Ask these people what makes them happy. You may expect different answers. Like a new mobile (my son is waiting for one after I spoilt the old one with water), a bigger house, a bigger car, a better job etc etc. Ask these same people after they get these things are they happy. Their list will include new objects of desire. But why am I writing this? Am I happy? Yes, as long as I am writing this. So my happiness lies in writing blogs which no one reads, no one knows it exists. But there are other things which make me happy also, like eating something really tasty, reading a very nice book, writing some program which noone has asked me to write etc. After 44 loong years and head full of grey hairs, I have atleast realised that material things do not make me happy. Read somewhere that good people are not necessarily happy, but only happy people can be good....

I will not eat any supper today. Ahaa, finally I realised that I badly need to diet. Are you saying that? Not a chance. So what if I am growing like the contents of my desktop. As the cliche goes, I am in shape. Round is also a shape. And who bothers about little bit of overweight. All my childhood and teenage I was underweight. Shouldn't I compensate for that now. Let me tell you a secret. Still my pauch is smaller than husband's. He religiously walks for half an hour a day and is not at all a eatoholic like me. Ha ha. Let us if I overtake him then I will start reconsidering my position. Ok, the topic was why I do not want to eat my supper. Well just now I ate a malagoa mango. Ah! That is happiness. May be there is no other thing as delicious as a mango. Not even chocolate. After eating that should I eat RICE? Impossible! It is like drinking aquaguard water after drinking nectar. So have I just discovered the secret of eternal bliss?