Pursuit of happYness

It was during my exams that i got some time to watch Will Smith's Pursuit of Happyness. And what it taught me that night was more than simply to marvel at the film's storyline and message. The subtle and touching message it delivers is inexplicable , rather it is like the wind . You cannot see it or comrehend it , but you sure can feel it.

In all my past blogs there has been an undercurrent of humour and comic timing ......always appearing as the jester....but for once i decide to open up and reveal my inner tribulations.
The odd semester has really been dead boring ...starting from the month of the Monsoons to the cold winter , i am finally relieved that our exams are half over.

The experiences in this semseter truly make me introspect that i too like Will Smith am in the pursuit of happiness.Yes what the film taught me was that there was no ends to justify the means ...there is no destination called happiness ....its how you find time to laugh at life's little rays of sunshine amidst the dark storm laden clouds.

The first year was all about the sheltered life in the hostel ...protected by the teachers , seniors fearing to toy with the ragging directives ample time to behave crazy .....the sole rulers of our own hostel .....free to shout our heads off.
But it all changed when my second year life started .....

I ve lost a few things and gained quite a lot of experience over these few months ... you know the odd sems are quite boring in UCE , but i would beg to differ .....it was these months that have made me realise that to remain happy , life need not be rosy all the way........It is the moments of despair that force you to reach out to that flicker of optimism in the corner of your heart.

Just recently , when i learnt about my attendance back in a theory paper , i was shellshocked ...all sorts of morbid possibilities ran through mind in those few moments when i saw my name on the dreaded list.....but it was a comment by my branch mate Tulu that made me roll with laughter .......SHIT ...FUCK he said ....what happened ? i asked and to my surprise he replies ....."They have spelled my name wrong on the list" ....Imagine the comic timing ...here was a guy who was not worried about the repurcussions of a back paper ...the stigma associated with it ...rather was angry at his name being spelt wrong .......

AND at that moment i realised that life will always deal out to you a bad card ....your job is to take it with a pinch of salt. As i walked back to my hostel i realised that without the back i would have been happy but now that i have a back ....its my job to find happiness in the next few days and muster all my courage to face the bitter truth. I know that i will be smiling after i have cleared my back paper....and would be thinking that "would i be so happy if i didnt have a back", would i have felt the same happiness and relief without it ....maybe.... maybe not.But what has happened has happened.Nothingi can do but to shrug my shoulders and get on with life , because if these trivial things would start to worry me , then i was in no way equipped to handle life's bigger challenges

This period is really testing me , but i am happy taht i have my friends and parents by my side.These days will pass and the fun and frolic of the hostel life would erase all bad memories.
"It is after the darkest hours of the night that finally give way to dawn", I know this fact and eagerly waiting for these days to pass...