30,240 minutes of a Quest to define happiness…



The fruit of waking up early is to enjoy sun rise. Today morning, I enjoyed Sunrise. The warmth that spread across the villas, mountains, valleys had also touched me. It was like a gentle sway on my forehead. Something simple and sweet; yet cannot be touched but can be felt and can never be completely expressed.

While it is nothing but beginning of one more day, for me it is an overwhelming experience that transported me into a new sphere. A sphere where I searched within myself for an unknown feeling. During that self introspection, I had a strange question. When a simple sunrise can invoke such strong feeling of warmth and happiness, what else can make me happy? What is it that would make mundane life memorable and happy at the same time? What is it we seek in order to be happy?

Just then, I took a resolution. A resolution to find out happiness and record the same in this blog for myself and any other person who would want to appreciate it.

Each day, I shall share one experience (of that day), which has opened the windows of happiness for me. I wish to take this up for 21 days and share with you.

Guess why 21 days? Because it is said that it just takes 3 weeks or 504 hours or 30,240 minutes i.e. 21 days to form a new habit!!! And the new habit I would like to cultivate is to have good memories at the end of each day and share with you all. I strongly believe that “For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.”

Why Today? Me being an instrumental advocate of procrastination, what motivated me to take this task right today? Could be Sun Rise or Morning Air or Unbeatable Scenery or something that has nothing to do with it and everything to do with English Literature.

April 23rd, 2014- Day One of the Quest:

This day is the 450th Birth Anniversary of William Shakespeare. What can give more happiness than remembering “Bard of Avon” and reading his works. This English Playwright, poet, actor requires no introduction. The works of Shakespeare stand the test of time and are immortal. Reproducing one of my favorite poems of his on this glorious day is happiness. (You have to appreciate here the pain I took to pick one poem out of such classics: P)

All the World’s a Stage
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

My Conclusion:
One short and quick step for opening door of happiness is reading a classic, living in that world and experiencing the emotions.


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