A Dried Rose Tells a Long Tale....

          Flipping through the pages if my diary, the sound of rain drops pattering against the window pane ,a mug of  hot coffee in my hand  I come across a dried rose concealed safely between the pages of the big fat book filled with excerpts from my life. The rose finds its place in the book as it is a part of my life  and I keep it safely just as all those memories poured into the book.If the book were a pensieve,the rose would invoke a memory of great prominence.
       The dried rose,as I hold it delicately so as to not crumble the pieces and destroy a memory tells me a long forgotten tale.A tale which had taken a back seat as other things had crowded my mind.But one look at the rose brings a rush of all those memories,the smiles associated with it,the feelings evoked in receiving it and the prominence of he occasion.
The other memory that immediately gushes into my mind is that of the long forgotten promise of a better future,the pain of putting all those happy times to rest,the efforts I took to focus my mind on other less important things.
    It reminds me of my struggle to survive,my struggle to not give up,the strength to not let myself crumble to pieces,to pick up myself although bruised,to walk all those miles to cross the line of defeat and win,the zeal it took me to put on a smile on those lips and a stop in those tears,the efforts I took to fund happiness when there was none on the horizon.
       As tears dwell into my eyes ,the thought of crumbling it to pieces races through my mind and I have a strong urge to destroy it,to destroy the part of my life which I want to go back and change. But then another thought makes me decide otherwise,it would be foolish to destroy something that once upon a time gave me happiness,the memory of which brought a smile on my lips once again.The memories which give me strength ,the memories which show me the mirror and tell me that I can now face anything that comes my way .
       And then I place the rose safely back between the pages .How could I destroy the dries rose that tells me a tale...the dried rose that tells me my tale.

Choose to be Happy..

                        Writing after ages....Huhh ..how much have i missed it.Being away from writing was like being away from my biggest stress buster.So while I was away , I tried my hand at analyzing life... trying to understand it..and of course did what everyone does..facebooking.....
                        The innumerable images on facebook talking about how you should be living your life,how to survive and how to be happy do make you ponder over your strategies of handling your own life.
Evey other image talks of making the right decisions and choosing to be happy which makes me wonder ..Who on earth,if given a choice would choose not to be Happy!!
                      Well,it happens rarely that one gets an option to make his choices.The choices we make are predominantly controlled by our situations,others' situations and what is right and what is not.The thought of not doing the right thing and having to bear the flak for that controls our decisions most of the times.Then there is the guilt of upsetting our near and dear ones with our decisions that could make us happy and not them .And since we all are so busy trying to be the angel on earth,bringing smiles on others' faces,doing something that they wouldn't like is out of question.So that closes another door for choosing your happiness.
                       If at all you survive these two cases then you would be having to fight some inner battles,others' inner battles,multiple rounds of convincing people and analyzing all the potential benefits of your decision before you could finally choose to be happy.And in my opinion ,after all these efforts you are so bugged up with  it that happiness comes but little.
                       Choosing to be happy is not overburdening and stressing yourself to reach happiness.Just as those images speak ,I wish the choice was so simple.You could make the choices that made you smile.You could walk the path you found greener and not worry about safety.You could grab a large cheesy pizza with a bottle of beer and not think about putting on weight.You could travel tripsy and not be thinking about geting caught.You could pour your heart out and not be worried about being judged.You could watch a late night movie,sleep late and not worry about office the next day.
                     Well,how many of us can make these choices without another thought.When such small and simple choices for momentary happiness don't come easily...just imagine how difficult the bigger ones would be!!!