Happiness is not something that will can be sought whenever you want, its precious. Infact so much that we do get it, we just dont wanna let go of it.. it clings on to you in the form of feeble memories untill you grow tired of them and then do something thats more intresting.. its not a quantative term.. you cant get little happiness, or enough happiness. Ironically, same is the case with sadness also.  Infact, people are so desperate to forget the sadness in their lives, that they themselves are always aware of what they have to forget.. sounds stupid is it?? but when was the last time when you actually forgot something bad that happened to you???

The bigger irony is that, actually, happiness is never appreciated untill it is preceeded with some sadness… now dont fall off your chair laughing, cos i am very serious.. to be very frank, i was one of you untill i had what can be termed in the books of LUCK as a “bad day -(turned into a) – not so bad day – (to finally)- an awesome day.

This is how it went along it can also be anyone elses story…

you get up late in morning realising alarm did not go off, you go to loo and realise there is no watter, somehow MANAGE TO clean (BUT STILL STINKING) and rush to the parking lot to realise bike tyre is punctured, You curse yourself, drag the bike to the nearest tyre shop,and the shopkeeper says.. SAHEB, AAPKA TYRE BARBAD HO GAYA HAI, You  realise you forgot the wallet, and you are now 3 kms from home. Shopkeeper says JAANE DO SAHEB, BAAD MEIN DE DENA. You feel like kissing him but finally, sanity takes over you and you simply thank him..

You Reach office ( somehow ) still stinking (body odour, you know the other smell), Your boss yells at you (at your entry), you go for the meeting (late), realise that the secretary (the one on whom you have a crush) is staring at you (with a disgusted look), somehow you endure the meeting and after the meeting, she talks to you for the first time 😉 .You listen to her (with a big smile on your face) only to realise that she was saying “you are stinking like a pig”, but you get a compliment from your coleague next cubicle on your dressing sense.  You almost make her suicidal with your lectures on  “how a tie is to be worn” and “how good women look in saries” .

Your coleague comes over to you asking you to help him in some stupid and awefull work. You want to refuse but you cant since he is your best friend..

You somehow survive till mid day, you are almost dead with hunger, You get to the canteen to see your favourite dish being served. THEN, You realise that your wallet is at home, You look at everyone enjoying their meal, you feel suicidal, finally frown, turn arround disgusted only to find your friend saying, “SAALE, CHAL PARTY AAJ MERE TARAF SE HAI”. (you are so happy that you push everyone out of the line to get the food and almost everyone in the canteen laughs at you at the way you gobble the food.. pure bliss).

You return from the canteen to find that you have lost your phone, You search a lot but finally give up the hope… finally your worst enemy in the office comes with your phone saying “agli baar wapas nahin launga”.. you thank him profusely..

You “power on” the phone to find an unread sms, the msg is from a friend (on whom You had a crush since your childhood) , she wants to meet you… URGENT….

You take the rest of the day off, push the starter of your bike, ride 200 kms in the scorching sun, wait outside her home for an hour, you send a sms to your her, no reply…

You wait for 2 hours, and finally you get an sms with the magic three words!!! I’ll be late!!! You curse your luck, and start riding home considering its already 8pm and you have office tomorrow after a 200 kms ride back home…

You start your ride home, get to the next signal, someone crashes into you from the rear, and you find its her!!! You realise the fun of boozing on the rocks near the sea shore.. a souvenier on the cheeks..mission accomplished…

You drop your friend at home, start the return journey, bike runs like hell, top out on 125kmph, scare the shit out of yourself, You sing to yourself, You are the world’s best rockstar…

Finally reach home, kiss & thank your bike for a good ride, wish it a good night, crash into the bed and write this log, almost half asleep.. what a day!!