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bonobashi >________________________________ > From: SS <[email protected]> >To: [email protected] >Sent: Saturday, 16 March 2013 6:51 PM >Subject: Re: [silk] What is happiness? > >On Mon, 2013-03-11 at 09:40 +0530, Udhay Shankar N wrote: >> Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in >> the potter’s oven? >> >> I read that to mean that to truly experience happiness, you must >> experience deep sorrow. Which to me, means that you can’t be happy all >> the time. It’s not possible and it’s not even desirable. >> >> Take pleasure in the little things and stop looking for the >> “HAPPINESS,” >> all-caps. Be happy with “happy,” lowercase. And understand that >> sadness >> (or in my case, a messy house, or on a whole different scale, the >> recent >> death of my mother) is what makes knowing happiness possible. > >For decades I have insisted that happiness is inside the head, between >one's ears. > >Over 20 years ago when I used to live in the UK I found Indians who had >achieved their dream of leading a wealthy life abroad lamenting that >they wanted to go back to India. There were whiny and unhappy. > >I was planning on going back to India anyway, but did not want to regret >that I did not try something that I could have done. I had decided >against the US simply because I had medical qualifications from India >and the UK and had no intention of requalifying in the US at an age when >I could be teaching my "teachers" something. > >I decided to check out Canada. For me the "checking out" route meant >buying a practice and what was available was a practice in the town of >Wadena (pop 1000), Saskatchewan.I visited Bangalore briefly before going >to Canada. In Bangalore I happened to meet the mother of a young man >living in Saskatoon who instantly (and very kindly) arranged for me to >use his home as base while I checked out Wadena, 60 odd miles away. She >spoke glowingly of her son and his wife. They had double of everything. >Two cars. Two TVs. Two whatnots. Four bathrooms. This was 1989. > >In February 1989 I flew out to Toronto and thence to Saskatoon. I flew >Wardair that served their food in Wedgwood crockery, and went out of >business in a year or so. The temperature in Saskatoon was -20 >centigrade. My breath was freezing on my moustache. People who parked >cars at the airport did not turn off their engines. Cheap oil. The >couple I stayed with were very warm and hospitable. But they lamented >that they wanted to be back in India. Look outside they said. 5 feet of >snow. > >Wadena had two hotels. One was called Hotel Motel where I got a room and >spent a night. The mayor who had heard that a doctor was visiting came >up in the morning and had breakfast with me. He was very friendly and >genuinely welcoming. He drove me around that little town in his pick up >truck. I asked him what there was to do in town, and he told me that I >could go moose hunting on his estate and indicated that there were snow >scooters I could use. I had visions of telling my wife to pick up the >rifle and go moose hunting because I was held up at the clinic and that >I would join her later. > >Canada was not the place for me. I returned to India the next year. >People in India were amazed that I was idiot enough to return to India >after having "made it" in the west. I told them that I had been living >in the north of England and had suffered a nervous breakdown. The >previous summer I had seen a bright light in the sky that scared me >witless leading to the breakdown. When I recovered people told me that >the light was actually the sun. I had not seen the sun for 2 years in >the north of England and had forgotten about it. Scary innit? > >Happiness is in one's head. There is a digitized 8 mm home movie of me >as a 4 year old child carrying a toy gun. I still love shooting. There >is something compellingly satisfying about pulling a little lever >attached to a pipe in front of you and seeing a Coke can explode dozens >of yards away. I have received warning letters from the Society for >Prevention of Cruelty to Tin cans. But what do I care? Happiness is >doing things that you feel like doing. Things that relax you and keep >your mind empty like that recently perforated Coke can. > >shiv > > > > >
