Strong is the longing to express what I think , feel , want to think, want to be such that it makes every moment, every thought worthwhile if I express it .Our quest to find like minded people, I don’t know where that will lead or whether there is anything called like-mindedness. For a day or a few the beginning of a relationship, anything, seems like wow, Oh so wonderful!!!! and then the complain for being so mundane. When will we get out of the hatred for the mundane? Love for everyday tasks, love for the job that I do, love to clean my house, love to wash dishes, love to walk to the trains…………….we constantly aspire for higher things. Like-mindedness for instance, success like never before, something to hope for ,something magical, out of this world. How we want to be adored, and admired and loved and respected and always cared for. How easily we forget that we are also supposed to adore, admire, love, respect, compliment and care for someone, why some special one, why not everyone.

I sometimes think of those people in the olden days, that old grandfather sitting on the khatiya outside the hut, looking at passersby, waiting for lunchtime, where did he find the happiness to lazily sway by his thoughts. The women of times, I incessantly admire them. They never complain of boring housework, hectic family schedules, how did they find the courage not to aspire to be someone who they are not.

Caring for the kids, cooking, mundane everyday tasks, nowhere to go to during the day and yet she had the inclination to dress up differently every day, day after day for the man in her life. After being complained at the salt being too little in her careful cooking continuously , where did she find the maturity to say that her hubby is probably has a grumpy attitude and live with it? Behind the perfectly creased saree and tightly knotted hair, was the coy smile to say that she knows the art to bed tigress in bed.

I always wonder about the dissatisfaction we live with. The quest for happiness, the path for joy, do we find it when we look for it and where do we actually look for it? It has to be within and I guess it has to be like mother said in complete satisfaction with whatever you have. “ Santoshi nar sadaa sukhi” she said( A satisfied man is eternally happy)

Why do mothers always have to be right?