How to be happy. The real answer!

In the darkest of the darkest hours of your life, you must understand that happiness is not an illusion but it is something best experienced when shared. The river never flows backwards and the sun doesn’t stop shining and so is happiness which will persist with you even at your last breath. Happiness can be witnessed with only willingness, happiness will shout back at you in the form of a lonely warrior that is eager to serve his kingdom. Remember that happiness is discovered only when you share love. That is all you need to know in life.

Thank you for your time that you have served yourself in seeking happiness. Here is your answer to all the questions of your life. Share happiness and you will seek the true meaning of what life is. It does not matter who you share it with, it could be to your pet, nature, family, friends or only to your one and only friend. Happiness can be shared even when you are alone. It could be shared with an inanimate object as long as you are sharing. Believe me that its not crazy and it will keep you happy. For example you could share your happiness towards your car by driving it or cleaning it so that you could pass it on to somebody somewhere maybe who is in much need than yourself. Simplicity is an another alternative to be happy.

Live, laugh, share.

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The rain shall dance of my love.

In the daybreak of a rainy season, the light shines through the window, I am bewildered by the thunder that roars even as some light spreads over the backyard onto flowers and bushes.

The heavy clouds hold as long as it could with droplets waiting to flow at even the slightest snap of your finger and the ground starts to smell good with some sprinkle of water here and there yet you do not feel my love.

The sun shines bright after the heavy drops of success and self consciousness drizzle down onto the earth and remain mere dirt but you are yet to do the dance of fluidity to create a safe space from the rain, the thunder that roars and love that shall be heard by someone in the universe that lives somewhere.

I write this poem to somebody somewhere…..

How to die in a good way.

Like mushrooms that grow to look beautiful, like sunrises that mend your mind, like flowers that gives good fragrance, colour your life to the brightest one you find.

Now Picture a cold morning with dreadful things to come, picture a death bed that knows the end has come, picture yourself in regrets and now believe that the colours can paint the darkness, the colours can brighten your world and paint beautiful scenes right till its the end.

Not a believer? Try trusting your timid mind but make it tell once “I am fine” twice “I am fine” thrice “i am fine” and start believing that everything is alright, play the song in your head in a loop, close your eyes with no fear and look and only look at the brightest day you had, smile at your death, keep the pain away, and enter the sanctum of faith not in God, not in heaven, heck not even in hell but just yourself, your temple of happiness.

Knowing that your are suffering and knowing that everything is not alright is alright, let it go, you were not made for success as you see but you were created for being happy. Believe that trying to die in peace is only thing what you could do. At the end its all that anybody could do.

About a girl who feels.

The moon stays bright at nights where wisdom flows like a river of deeds, the night talks to the boredom girl who sits there beside the stream. Her beauty is not questioned as she lay there amidst confusion of who she is and what she wants.

The girl sleeps that night under a tree near the stream with anxiety clutched on like a life saving destiny but she knows that anxiety kills the deeds. Worried about death a part of life and life after the death she cries inside her mind as nobody would see how captivated she is to seek the wisdom of a little girl as she grows oldest.

Its time to go, the moon shouts, its time to go, shouts the stream, the birds stop chirping and the wolfs howl looking at the moon, well the girl that knows her death has come decides to grow her little girl inside to a grown woman to seek no pain from her fainted memory and she breathes for the last time crying at the treacherous men to whom she meant nothing. Her clothes with all the cuts and the bosom with bruises she lay beside the very river that she survived on.

(dedicated to all the women who were the victims of rape, molestation and discrimination.)

Why one should prefer making friends outside the stupid box.

Little force of stress climb up from the feet, the legs, the thighs, the stomach, the chest and finally on to the head. What started as a process of change has not completely gone in vain, I see myself as a victim of disorders but at the same time do not feel sympathized about myself. I try creating new content so that I

could enjoy along with others.

It seems that social media websites have created a space in which people only produce content that makes a cover for them to hide the real self.

Lets think about it for a while and reflect to ourself that social media has indeed been such a platform that produces a virtually different atmosphere and idea about people, their characteristics, personality and much more.

There was a time when we had felt the true essence of people, their charisma and energy in full exposure in the real world but I would not like to discredit the fact that social media has opened to a far more advanced state where one could find friends. Friends is just a fancy term now, an accessory because we can now create a social circle where we dot know the person but know the person meaning that we have friends in our friend list that we do not even know. If one would have to ask me why then the answer would be that people seek pleasure and fun in acquiring followers for the purpose of being famous. It is the truth which nobody accepts. You could come up with the argument that it could be also to get enough people to like your work simply to prove your talent but all that rounds up to the fact that today everyone believes that success is in being rich and having lots of followers that you lead.

I know of friends that have met with the help of dating applications and I totally accept the fact that good friends could be found or happen as I would like to say with access to social media but their is always the lack of real life interactions and communications that matters in connecting with people outside the bubble that has been created by the social media. To enter into a good company requires good skill in communication but again I do not deny the fact that there are people who do well in both the virtual and real world. To such people I would like to say “keep on going with what what you do” because it is okay for them but what I am trying to point out is the others who lack the motivation to simply talk. You may ask “how do you know?” well the answer would be that “I am one of them. ”

All in all, what I am humbly suggesting is to try seeking friends out side the social media world so that you could have a better sense of connection with people that will help you in removing your depression, anxiety because you would feel that you belong somewhere and hope for a shoulder to cry upon rather than a keyboard and a mouse pad.

Know how to know what life means!

Where the end comes is where possibilities of enriching oneself and rejuvenating begins, where the mind dies is the spot to grow new thoughts, beliefs, social circles and discovering new you.

The centre of the earth is always hot while the exterior part remains cold and just like that when life is completely filled with problems, complete your life with ease and gentleness because gentleness creates an eye for details and details lead to answers of what we all think, all the time – “what is life.”

Start writing to know yourself better, start writing to know freedom that you ask, start writing to let out your fears of not being identified as the binary that is conditioned, start writing to feather touch dreams, start writing to pain your minds wall of dreams, start writing to know others, start writing to create new possibilities and start writing to not become something you are not.

When one stands ignored, stop pleasing and start creating words of wisdom like I am doing now.

Ooru and the world (analysis)

The idea of name change is a symbolic step to kannadization. The root language that exists in the state which is kannada is closely related to the concept of culture which is fading away slowly with the introduction of the idea of globalization that comes with the establishment of different companies. The brand value of the city is stated with the consideration of language as a basis for the creation of the idea of brand value. The term “banglore” stand in close relation with the western culture and language English which has set a standard that is in acceptance of the westerners hence resulting in a hub for companies and their market with respect to their likings. The association with the western culture with the usage of the term banglore has value that is judged to be supreme. In countries like India, the western civilization and their culture is in more acceptance rather than ones own root culture and the term banglore stands as a symbol for the acceptance of the western culture with its slang. The earlier mentioned idea of acceptance of such culture is the reason why the term bangluru was rejected according to Ananthamaurthy. Ananthamurthy explains why people hate the idea of re-naming the term. According to him people have forgotten their root culture which is kannada with the impact of the language English which is seen superior to all other languages and the medium of conversations but this was just one reason because banglore has become the IT hub and people seeking employment have now resided here alienating the root language and culture hence the idea emerged to change the term banglore to bangaluru to create space for the kannada culture to re emerg. This act of kannadization was to bring the nostalgia back and also in the belief that the language would not be abandoned since there would be its usage with at least minimal impact. This act of kannadization it to remind of the culture for it could be passed on from one generation to another. Ananthamurthy also suggested that all the schools and colleges that teach major subjects must also be taught in kannada so that the culture sustains. Hence he believed in such methods to project and retain the glory of kannada language through the act that he calls “kannadization”.