Happiness is deep fried

How often do you have deep friend snacks or food? Most people don’t have it very often. There could be various reasons which mainly come down to either health or expense.

The best way to have deep fried food, is sparingly, and preferably making it at home. Now, if you take shortcuts and have it from outside or have something crappy to satisfy the craving, then although you are done for the short term, you have eaten something that is difficult to handle and breakdown and will most likely give you aches and fat – or both.

Similarly, for happiness to be hand, you need to do certain things. If you cut corners, you maybe fine for now but there’s nothing to be had at the end and a sort of bloated feeling persists all along.

If you are eating right otherwise and indulging every now and then- that is the perfect formula.

If you are working hard most times and taking well-earned measured breaks from it, that’s nice. If , however, you start too late and try to take shortcuts just to fill in for the while, you are as far from happiness as it gets.

The reason I used this analogy is, as tempting as shortcuts are, you are the person who will be most annoyed for taking them, at a later point in your life.

Therefore, whenever you feel like cutting corners, think of a home made golden sizzled pakoda, that does not increase your weight because you had it right!


New Beginnings.

She looked at him, his face, radiant, brilliant. He was ready to leave. 

“Do you have to go?” 

“You know the answer”

“You do. There’s no other way. We decided. When the time comes, I let you go”

He smiled with understanding. And then, each particle of his face, his entire body, shown with white blinding light, and particle by particle, he drifted skywards, the heavens took him, and she could not take her eyes off. 

Someone was shaking her shoulder. “Maam?”


“Are you Mrs Kapil?”

“Its Miss Sneha actually, Mr Kapil is no more.”

“Yes, well, the donation procedure is in place, you need to sign this form. We got a recipient for your husband’s eyes”.

Yes, please, let’s proceed. 

Sneha looked at the young doctor, he had a friendly face, but felt awkward in the situation. She smiled at him. Was this a new beginning? He who had left would say so. 


This story was inspired by my readings into some parapsychology and philosophy. I realized that I needed to let old burdens go, and lean in towards the things that make me happy with full force. (Speaking of which – http://20days20artworks.blogspot.in/) That’s the only way I’m going to have enough energy to have what I want. 

My creation.

Hey all, instead of sharing my thoughts on this or that, this time, i thought i’d share a poem. This is my best so far, i think. Its untitled. Please tell me what you think of it. 🙂


ne of the greatest mysteries of life,

the mystery of Tomorrow.

A rain, or sunshine,

or a simply starlit night sky it would bring.


Hitherto unknown, to this little fellow,

calls himself man.

Man indeed,

in search of tomorrow

, a tomorrow that never comes.


To be secure, his aim,

to know the future his desire.

time is nothing,

but an illusion.

Illusion , one of the many.


The more you tread into it,

the more you are pulled in.

O little one.

See it from afar,

coz that is life,


The life of today. t

he life is today.

A beautiful twilight,

a splendid transition

.For one bird is dead,

many are awaken.

Crows are cawing,

this very morning,

A night there,

a morning here


Its just a moment

,repeating itself.

Over and over till you lose your self in it..

Let go, let go, O little one,

time is but a burden, time is but a solution.


Man, oh man indeed,

See the truth, t

he light of the day,

Of today,

Of yesterday,

Of tomorrow.