I have been wanting to write this post for a very very long time now. But somehow I was never able to start, nor was I able to put the pieces down together. Perhaps even now, I may not have attained this pinnacle entirely, but I’m kinda sure, this is as far it goes, as of now. I’m not even sure if the title is of any relevance to this post. In some parts, when I read this, even now, I still don’t know what I’ve written. Perhaps its usual. Confused right ? I am too. Do not worry, you are not insane. You are just happy.
Ups and downs are a part of life. Ups make us happy, but the downs(not that one!) affect us more. Why? I remember a certain comment on one of the post which went something like this -“There are 800 dinner tables in India, that have a conversation about MAD.” Somehow, I don’t agree with it. Yes, people do have issues with everything apart from education. People whom you cant argue with. I always wonder why – why do they have an issue or why can’t we argue. What do you do ? Continue painting the world MAD ?
I have never realized the difference between happiness and happyness. Maybe I never will. But I do have an idea. I am happy. You are happy. Is this happiness. Yes, it is. Is this also happyness? I, would certainly say no. What about you? Can anyone think what happyness really is ?
There are two experiences which I would like to share;
Dhik Chak Dhik Chak :
I love our Pallu experience. I don’t dance. Or I cant dance. But I did. And thank you all for joining me – Jr, Polly, Ramu and the whole MAD gang. I don’t remember who asked for music, I’m just glad that dude did. First, the bacha party started and we joined them. I think all of them are Prabhudeva fans. We followed their lead, tried copying them and were pretty decent I guess. We went on for half an hour and I think all of you would agree with me, we don’t need Tandav. I was so happy when we started, just dancing randomly to any song that was played – Hindi, Malayalam, Tamil it didn’t matter. There was also a song by Himass Besharamiyya. I dint realize it was him until I heard his nauseating voice. I stopped, looked around, went off stage to find someone whom I could brag at. And there I find Sanju, just offstage and start telling her how I hate this Himass and his stupid songs and blah blah crap. But, while I was saying all this, incidentally my dumb Negative Creep became a decent mouth – Do you really care ? And then I stopped, rushed back and started enjoying myself again. We were all happy. The children were happy too. And this was happyness around. But all in all, we really had an awesomeness time and saw who all can actually dance, not like me. Big hands to Jr, Polly, Rakesh and Ramu – what moves! Any aunty would fall for you. The highlight would have been ‘desi girl’ when most of us where on stage. Even Glo and Sanju graced us with their presence, haha! :)
Glo & Kola is missing in one of the above pictures. Can anyone spot them ?
I can never ever forget the time I had at Pallu. It was one of the two epitomes in happyness.
Happyness and Awesomeness :
I can never forget this, ever. I remember all of this, totally; surely this is how the MADness started – Sometime in late May 2004, I got my class X results. I was happy. It must have felt like awesomeness. Was it? NO ! I used to getup early (Yes, I did) and go play till the sun rays touched us. I came back, it was around 0730, just half an hour before the results would be published. But, on my front door, my mark list was already cello taped. I was surprised but slowly as I read through, I started screaming. The door opened and my family was laughing, they were happy. Happiness presided my residence. I was happy too, laughing, screaming, jumping at the same time. Later in the day, I asked my father for some cash to throw a party. He asked me to go with him. That was the time, I obeyed my parents, totally (I still do, sometimes). I went without any hesitation. Probably, he’s getting me something big. And he was not. We walked into a shelter home, it was a school for the blind. I was looking around the place, looking at the kids there, the staff etc .“Why are we here ?”. My father turns to me and says – Shall we throw a party? I was quite. I was confused. What should I reply? I didn’t know what to say. Usually, when I keep quiet, he would take it as a yes. But this one time, he asked me again. I thought; not about me and my party, but how would I say no to him. After a few seconds I said – yea ok. He talked with the staff there, asked me to come the next day at lunch time and look into how the process is carried out. I was confused again. “Khana khareedna hai aur baantna hai, aur kya!”. I asked my friend to accompany me. And he responded by telling me to get lost. I literally thought – why did I want a party in the first place?! I go there well before their lunch time, talk to some of the kids, talk to the staff etc. I wanted to buy something which they usually did not get to eat. So, I enquire for their daily menu. This man looked here and there and finally asked someone in the kitchen for the menu.
“Idhar udhar pada hoga jee, kisko menu-venu ki zaroorat hai?”.
“Acha, waise batiye, kya ban raha hai aaj khane mein?”.
”Ab kya bataein Mishraji, wahi roz ki paani-wali aloo ki subzi”.
And these losers were talking as if no one is around. I was angry. Real angry. I talk to the kids and ask them what all they got to eat here.
“Sookhi roti, daal, aloo ki subzi, chawal aur kabhi kabhi khichdi. Bas yehi banta hai. Kabhi kabhi tori, tinda, giya milta hai. Khana agar kharab ho raha hai toh usi ko parose tey hain.”
We decide to keep lunch the next day. “Babuji yahan 44 bache hain aur hum 5 log inka khayaal rakhte hain”. The pathetic moron is telling me he and his staff want food too. I come back home, speechless. Next day, I buy food and join my parents there. My sister and I eat with the kids while my parents served. We laughed, chatted, joked, sang some nice old Hindi songs. Again, I got no words to explain the joy they had. Afterwards we played gully cricket. I was amazed. The ball they used was pretty bigger than the ones we use to play with and it had some sort of a ghanti inside it. If any stranger spent some time with them, they feel like home. They were happy, very happy; they were engulfed in happyness and I was being swept away by this wave of awesomeness.
Get the difference between happiness and happyness? I dint know why I couldn’t complete this blog. I’m glad I did. Perhaps, I needed a pulse, today’s the day. This is the second time I have expressed one of the most treasured moments in my life. And reading this post, maybe one or two would remember when the first time was.
Who all would read this? I do not know. For all those who do, you all must have thought about that one time in life when you might have had a similar experience. And that one time experience resulted in what we do today. We, Make a Difference.
You are reading this because we all belong to this clan of people who live an over-privileged life. Are you lucky or has life been fair enough? We are lucky. Life is never fair to everyone, specially that many-a-time when we want it to play reasonable. That timeframe creates the gap between us. You are lucky, its written. Some are not on the lucky side; its written to. What do a bunch from these lucky people do? Simple – Make a Difference.
Be it teaching the kids, talking to fellow maddies, attending camps, meetings or other events; isn’t just being with one another give a sense of joy and zeal. One thing is sure – happyness tends to awesomeness. But, the pursuit for awesomeness will never end. Not in the near future anyhow. There are some questions for which the answer we hope is yes. Does it feel like we are hoping against hope? Maybe. But still we work towards achieving our hope. 800 odd like-minded people Make a Difference to 2500 kids. Soon, these two figures will be magic numbers. The future is near.
Lets change happiness to happyness. Lets Make a Difference. Lets drive India MAD.