The Happiness I Aim For

I was happy till I started comparing myself to others. I was happy even in suffering, now I’m unhappy even in luxury. Society hinted to me that there’s a right kind of person, and this is the kind of person you should always look for outside of yourself. That success is a relative term, on a defined (and ever-increasing) base of comparison. And the parameters that make up this base are to be looked for in others. If someone you know has a total of 3 skills, you are unsuccessful if you have only 2; and hence, you are (or should be) unhappy. Every little part that you are made of has a kind of SI unit, a defined (near perfect) specimen that your part must be weighed against. It could be something as small as a nose, or as big as the colour of the skin that covers your whole body. Trying to be a good physicist and trying to reduce the error between the defined absolute and your measured imperfect value, you will forever be suffering.

To be happy, you just need your karma, dharma and santushti to be harmonised. Meaning what you do should satisfy you, without conflicting with your morals and sense of duty.


How I can like a person I dislike – My Inner Thought Process

Every time I think I dislike a person, I remind myself why I shouldn’t.

Why I should try to like that person: There are more than 7 billion people on earth and the number of people I’d have meaningful relations or social interactions (meaningful enough for them to bother me) in my whole life will be what? Definitely less than a thousand. That’s a very small number compared to the number of individuals living and breathing on the planet I reside in. So many persons I will live and die without knowing. So why not choose to stay in harmony with those few that are sent into my surroundings for me to know?

There are some people I like because of the part they play in my life, in improving my life’s quality, and others I like for the part they play in my existence on earth.

Krish 3


  1. Hrithik 1/Rohit gets normal under Jadoo’s influence and goes around like James Bond. Finally Jadoo gifts him this normalcy, so Rohit becomes this smart scientist, but is speaking like Priyanka Chopra in Barfi. What’s that?Image
  2. Kangana Ranaut’s character is basically a chutney of Mystique, Rogue and Shadowcat.
  3. Vivek Oberoi’s character seems like a young and bad Stephen Hawking, again with mutant powers. He can also be thought of as Professor X, with a zoological garden instead of Xavier Institute. But then he has a gang of anti-Xmen, so maybe he’s Magneto.
  4. Krish: tum krish ho
    Kid: par krish, tumhare paas toh mask hai, suit hai, itni saari powers hain, mere paas kya hai?
    Krish: tumhare paas Maa haiImage
  5. Hrithik 2/Krish and Priyanka are Spidey and Mary Jane/Peter Parker. What? Yes that’s right, she’s a glamorous TV reporter who reports the good doings of her husband, the superhero.


  1. Hrithik2/Krish and Vivek/Kaal are basically Thor and Loki.

On Independence

Hi I’m an Indian.

I strongly believe in individuality, and that a person is a whole complex amazing system, packed in what is externally seen as just a skin of a certain complexion. And to belittle that by stereotyping him/her, for example saying all the people who have the Sun Sign Aries are impatient, seems wrong to me. But just as we are a part of a species, i.e. categorised in some terms, we ought to get categorised based on the community we become a part of or are born in. And although if you are categorised in a group that sounds good to you, like ‘fun guys’, you take pride in it; and the moment you get categorised into something that’s not so complimenting or glorifying, you want to remove stereotyping from the society.  

So again, hi, I’m an Indian. I really want to work toward getting a good job, one that pays really well. You know I want to buy all those expensive products from foreign markets, that awesome car from the German company, I want to take a few trips to see all the beautiful places and people in Europe, and my ultimate aim in work is to get posted to America. I try to get a chance to go work with the under-privileged humans of the society, so that I can post a picture on Facebook. My friends will ‘like’ the picture, everybody will respect me because I decided to go be around and help people who are beneath me. I’m not really into politics. I’ve not read our constitution, I don’t know my rights or responsibilities, my daughter’s rights or the those of my driver; but I love to read, neh study, I have a PhD in some fancy electronics/physics course. You know if my academic career doesn’t work out, I’m going to go for the entertainment industry, become a celebrated comedian by make a joke of my community. I am also a person of high integrity, I take pride in my family. If a person of another religion/caste says a word about my own, there will be bloodbath, or at least a cold war and lots of bias against even a child of that other family.  Gandhiji is as important to me as God. Lastly, I am a girl who likes to travel alone in public transport vehicles, fall in love with a stranger, and sing songs with him. 

That’s how my community would describe me. But if you want to know how I describe myself, here it is. 

I am not really sure what work I want to do, but really, I like work that I can see having meaning to a common person like me. Of course I want to earn a bunch of money, but only enough to keep my family and myself satiated and safe. I want to have pictures on Facebook with a lot of different people, not as my projects, but as my friends. Politics seriously don’t interest me. I’m not the brightest person, but I like to read novels and kids’ science. I will read the constitution anyway, as a responsibility, as a necessity, so that I can proudly, without a doubt, say that I’m a learned person. I don’t take any pride whatsoever in my religion/caste, I take pride in being a good human. I also believe that our armed forces are a little messed up. Those who have the helpers and the subsidised food and alcohol mostly are far away from the front, those who die at the front are those who had joined the forces as the only means of earning a livelihood for their family. But I do respect Gandhiji, and am proud of all the freedom fighters. And although I avoid strangers, for my safety, I am proud of our culture, it’s music, dance, art and colours. 

I am an Indian. Though there’s always room for improvement, this is a category/community/class/stereotype I do take pride in. 

How to Deal With Crappy People

Beautiful article! Thank you Mr JAMES ALTUCHER and Thought Catalog 🙂

Thought Catalog

Ugh, I’m disgusted with my brain. I see people walking down the street and there’s like this killer inside me providing running nasty commentary about each person. Do you do this also?

I have to stop myself often: “You don’t know this person who is randomly crossing the street. You can’t possibly know that he’s a cheating lying rich Hamptons-worshipping whoremongering obnoxious trust fund baby with a 17-year-old mistress on the side who doesn’t wipe, who doesn’t wash, who would wish nothing better than to see you die.” You can’t know that! So why do I think it? Most people crossing the street probably think that about me also. Who is that freak? Is he homeless? Why can’t he comb his hair? Why is his fly open? Is he a child molesting pervert?

Most people are pretty crappy. But not all. And even the ones who are no good and…

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My Death

  1.  No one should think about death, especially not those of a young age, is what they say.
  2. Live each day as if it were your last. Before you do something, think of the memories you’ll be creating, because it’s all going to flash before your eyes on your death-bed is also what they say.

Point 1 and 2 seem kind of contradictory. What I want to know is whether we should think of death regularly or not?

Do you think of death?
Do you wonder what age you will die at? Or if you were to die now, who will react and how? How will I die? Who will be around me when I die? Where will I die? And what will happen to me after I die?

These questions for you will be answered only by your life. Although, owing to my nature of wasting time in satisfying my odd curiosity, I read a bunch of narrations of NDE i.e. Near Death Experiences by some people. This is what I understand.

Some people do see their lives, like a film, within seconds before they die. Some people were peaceful and happy when they died, they say they saw the brightest white light, which had the sweetest warmth, not the warmth of fire, but that of love. While others just went down a dark, scary path. So some had a white tunnel, while some had a dark well. Some, when they were dead, were still in the room, seeing their doctors, their relatives, their own bodies; while some were in a beautiful place, where they met their kith and kin who were already dead before them.

Now each one had her/his own experience. If all these accounts are true (i, for one, believe they are), then mine might be like any one of these, or a completely new kind.

But when I die, I’d want that film I see to have some content, happiness, hardships, risks, success, failure, perseverance, love, hatred, enlightenment and more, I’d want it to be the best film I’d ever seen. And if I get to meet all the ones I lost in life, I’d want to live to be as old as possible, so that i leave behind less, and get to meet more of those loved ones. And if I don’t really know whether I get the lighted tunnel with warmth or the dark cold well, I will try to be warm and empathetic toward each person in my life, after all, you get what you give.

Won’t you?

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