It is about half past ten in the morning, and the city looks like a canvas for a giant, crazy kid with crayons, gone out of hand. Yes, it was Holi yesterday and though there has been a drought in India, the celebrations went on uninhibited. Aside from the occasional reports about chemical poisoning in the morning newspapers, all seems to be good and fine. The sun is bright in the sky and the smell in the breeze reminds me of rain.
Another festival is behind us, and now life has to move on. Lately, I have been preoccupied with thoughts of how I’m not doing enough. In a sense, my schoolboy laziness is beginning to trouble me now. I wish to be more fruitful, more giving, more efficient. But I do not know how can I do that. Shall I look for a summer part-time? Should I learn to cook or help mom in washing dishes or drying clothes? I mean, I have realized that if I don’t have to study, there is more to life than watsapping, watching American soaps, and reading summer novels. I have to pick myself up and commit myself to a nobler cause.
Philosopher Daniel Dennett said the secret of happiness is to find something bigger than yourself, and then devote your life to it. What is that thing in my life and when will I find it?