Secret of Happiness

Mankind longs for happiness. Poor man longs to have food, cloth, and shelter to stay happy. Rich man longs to have power and wealth to stay happier. The richest man has power but still longs for something which he does not even understand what it is. Suppose God is visiting you in next fifteen minutes, and then what will you ask for? Many of us might ask for more wealth, good life partner, wonderful kids and a magnificent life. But there is a man in Bible. King Solomon asked nothing else except wisdom. In dictionary, the meaning of wisdom is “the quality of being prudent and sensible”. The term quality itself has not a permanent standard. It differs according to individuals, then how can we standardize wisdom.
While thinking of it, I remembered a small story in the book “The Alchemist”, written by Paulo Coelho. As this story answered a number of my questions, I thought of sharing it with you. Enjoy the story without losing its essence, because 'the secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.' The story follows.

"A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

 "Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man's attention. "The wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.
“‘Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,' said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. 'As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill.' "The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was. “‘Well,' asked the wise man, 'did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?' "The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.

" 'Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,' said the wise man. 'You cannot trust a man if you don't know his house.' "Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen. " 

'But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?' asked the wise man. "Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.” 'Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you,' said the wisest of wise men. 'The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.' " The most famous quotes of Robert Frost, “The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep” appears to give a similar attitude. He saw the woods, but did not want to immerse in it as he had to travel a lot…. It is said that, this quotes were written in Jawahar Lal Nehru’s diary. Was Nehru a wise man? I don’t prefer to answer that question. History of India after 1964 will answer it.


I Bother

I bother! I bother about not me! But my mother
Here in this womb, I am safe…She keeps me safe
Every day she prays, Oh God…Save my kid….
I never listened her praying anything else….

When she suffers, she is tensed not about her
But about me…she is afraid that it may affect me
She drinks a lot of water as she knows…
She knows that I need nutrients…She has nothing else to feed me…

She loves me, I know it…she had pills to sleep
She told me that it is also to save me….
Her tension and pain may affect me….
Her life is a dilemma…She is in fuss…

I want to help my mother…but…
I am helpless….from her womb…
I cannot do anything….
I am only a little new zygote…

But someone please understands….
I have a soul…I am a person….
A person who can’t bear my mother’s pain
Because I love her a lot…..

She carries me….She needs to perch….
But she is not able to be in ease…..
She is running…to facilitate my birth….
At work place and home…she endures

My mother, ‘who is my home’ is in agony…
She is crying….her restless life makes me restless…
Her heart weeps when each drop of blood oozes
She again wants to live with my life…..

Mother…please don’t cry…. I am still alive…
Open your eyes and see…you don’t bleed now…
I am alive mother…I am alive….
I cannot go by leaving you…

I will never go mother…I will never go….
I am with you mother…I am inside you
To share your pain…. I will wipe your tears….
I will be yours…. I will be your happiness

As a zygote, I cannot assure you that…
I will provide for you….but mother…
I will support you with my little hands..
Little legs…Loving eyes……..

Mother, I will be the most loving child…
I will love you forever….rather….
I want to tell…I love you mother….
I will make you live for me….

You will forget all your pain….
You will forget all your pain once you see my face…
Now put your hands on your womb…
Feel me mother...Give me your hands to wipe your tears

Mother…Can you live for me mother….
I know that there is no one in this world to care you
There is no one in this world to love you…
But mother…live for me…I will come….

Oh God, I trust you….I devote my mother to you…
Please take care of both of us…..
We have none in this world other than you…
We are totally alone…..oh father….this is my prayer

Lord, me as a zygote…suffers a lot when she has nothing to eat…
I suffer a lot when she travels a lot….
I suffer a lot…when she cries a lot…..
I submit my pain to all those zygotes who suffer like me

Oh God, save all of us….Oh God…wipe the tears of all those mothers….
Lord give strength to all those mothers when you strengthen my mother
Please take care of all those zygotes along with me…so that….
We can come and console our mothers……

Lord, I am sure about one thing…..
I will become a good kid…..
I will become the pride of my mother
As I know how much she suffered to keep me alive

Yet! Yet I bother….I bother about my mother….
I want to give her all the happiness in this world….
But I can’t give it as I am a zygote…..
Here I cry without sound to the entire world….
Please…Please please…save my mother and me…..


Jisha Jagadeesh

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