In Pursuit of Happiness
We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have. For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
Happiness is like perfume: You can't give it away without getting a little on yourself.
The first part of my life is called “Mamma’s boy”
It was the year of 1984 when a feeling of hope arrived in person to a passionate, poor and ill literate family in old city of Hyderabad and they choose to name him as Nitin.
My father was a cyclic mechanic and later went on to become owner of the same cycle taxi where he worked, while my mother was a homemaker who was always busy in nurturing the family which included my younger brother and sister.
I recall my mom used to sharpen the pencils with razor and keep them ready in the Natraj pencil box just because there would be a slender chance of hurting my hand if I did that myself. My mother would also track my progress and feel happy if there were more number of blunted pencils leftover in the box.
I cognize it now, how graceful was that
My father for most part of my educating life would wake me up in early mornings and he would remain awoke to observe that I don’t doze off in the middle.
My father always thought that my upbringing should be different from the way he was brought up.
He innocently had to ask me every time where to sign in the progress report, but fortunately every time I gave him a reason to be proud, because I never stood anything other than being first and second in my entire school life
This part of my life is called “Below par”
It was in 11th and 12th when I discovered another being inside me, I was a born athlete and a gifted cricketer .People were envious at my defense and my reverse sweeps to fast bowlers raised more eye brows in field than they generally do in a beauty parlor.
In spite of all the talent I had as a cricketer I ended up becoming a street smart street cricketer, then I realized that I was lagging behind in rat race. As such, I pulled my socks up and did exceptionally well in the fourth year of my engineering to become the first to get selected on campus for a job in Mumbai in 3i InfoTech.
Although never did I aspire to become a software engineer since 6 years I earn my bread out of it, my dream of being an MBA is still a dream!
This Next part of my life is referred as “Sick at Heart”
One day on an afternoon in Mumbai I got a call from my family stating that my mother is suffering from severe headache and has been admitted to hospital. I, unable to withstand the situation, took an immediate available flight to Hyderabad.
It is when I directly came to care hospital I learnt that it was brain hemorrhage, and I did not know then that I was seeing my godly mother for one last time, The silence was unbearable and the vacuum it created in my life was intolerable.
With depression my heart shrunk with hurt and suffering only stretched with time, I remember searching in Google for “easiest ways to die in your sleep”!
Then one day I met a white bearded old stranger in Mumbai, he said that “it was me who was supposed to pass away and my mom traded her life for mine”, strangely I could never meet him again!
I read a quote during that time which said
“There is far more peace in acceptance than in resistance” which I think was the life transforming quote for me.
This part of my life is called “love at first sight”
Twice in my life I felt as what we call the love at first sight syndrome: first of them is when for the first time I saw a girl called durga in a family gathering and thought wow! She later went on to become my loving and caring wife.
My second occurrence was when I requested a doctor at Fernandez hospital to watch the labor operation of my wife, when the doctor confirmed that it is a girl I tasted the tears of joy and decided to name her Jhansi after my mom.
To keep this day in memory and to relive those moments I have tattooed the letter J on my right hand.
Today when I hold my mother like daughter’s hand and teach her how to walk more importantly I realize that I am In pursuit of happiness…….
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