This is what happens when there is work to do... and there’s truth to say...

“There’s no love on earth; there is no happiness on earth.. there is only the mind and its evil ways of working...there’s no love; there’s no happiness” .. I am chanting this to myself as I pull out two slices of bread to toast .... I am hungry.. for food.. for love.. for answers... for poetry.. for a good book.. for the right music.. for time.. But the hunger for food was easiest to satisfy... and I was pulling out bread to toast..chanting to myself...” there’s no love; there is no happiness...”

By global standards, I fall into category of those” loved and adored “ ones...I have photos that look like they would burst with laughter...I have held hands and whispered faith and made smiles...I have messages in my phone that talk of love of all kinds....I have smiles to smile into when I walk down corridors...I have bunches of phones numbers to call if I need to be rushed to a hospital... I can count at least ten people who would remember my birthday even if facebook and orkut died suddenly...I live in a campus that a hundred other young hearts would kill to live in...I can find five missed calls in my phone if I am not back at home by eleven at night...I have a fair share of envy..and broken a few hearts through all of this..I have been spoken to, about loves and lives together..and here I am sitting between an apple and sandwich telling myself “there is no love; there is no happiness... there’s only the mind..and its evil ways of working”...

Strange it may seem..But most truthful things are strange.. it is the strangeness that makes one sit up and recognise truth from the untruth... truth has come to be out of ordinary.. and strange...

Strange or not... “there is no love; there is no happiness... there’s only the mind..and its evil ways of working”... I kept chanting as I munched the bread.. and worked my way through the apple.. The evil apple that fell off the tree on Newton’s head, helping him give gravity its name and make comical formulae out of it( I still don’t know how I ever learnt them or passed those exams)... before I could remember anything about those exams, I finished the apple- eating in the memory of the falling apple...complicated newton..and those draining hours of physics classes...and of love and happiness...

Love is memories that are breathed to life by pain... and pain breathed to life by memories...and then there is this idea of happiness, which is the marketing strategy for us to buy love... Happiness!!!!- I laughed...Happiness is the most marketed commodity on earth... overpriced...over rated.. and yet..most easily bought..and even more easily lost.. only to buy it all over again...

Well...

Here’s to more love...and happiness... and more thoughts over breads and apples...