An Outdated Mantra for Success

The problem stems from our dread of “society”. What really is society? It’s just a group of people, often most of them who don’t really care about us. And why should we sacrifice our happiness to please them? To me, society comprises of just the people you give a fuck about and who actually care about your happiness. That’s usually a number you can count on your fingers. And for these people, all they want is to see you happy. So it’s really impossible to upset them by following your own path to happiness.

A final Spring morning

She woke up. In a spell of 5 minutes, she recalled what had happened the previous night and with a shudder, jumped out of bed. Two birds sat on one branch of the tree just outside her window chirping. They were conversing, perhaps fighting over who should be in charge of the day’s chores. The ones inside her were unusually quiet today and in no apparent haste to catch up with time. Time herself was sick today. The natural order of things had come to a screeching halt and she too was playing along. And so a final Spring morning was, with great effort, set in motion, treading along at the speed of a snail.

A Review of : ‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness’

Interspersed with sarcasm (armed with the potential to provoke the eternally-offended) that hit the right notes, it takes subtle (mostly) digs at many political leaders including Kejriwal, “Gujrat ka Lalla” (look away, Modi supporters), Manmohan Singh. Chuckling, I must admit that these added to the fun-factor of reading it. (See, I told you I’m keeping my prejudices away.) Another thing about the book that I found fascinating was that it borrows poems from in Urdu, Hindi, English, Malayalam regularly, and to great effect. The book speaks many languages - seek whatever suits you - but it tells a single story - that of ordinary people who have had their ordinary lives turned upside down for whatever reasons (The Unconsoled).