Having Fun In Life

What do you mean by fun in life ? Going to restaurant..buying new clothes...chatting with friends ...reading a book..cooking something to surprise everybody ....or playing candy crush on phone..helping someone (willingly with no promise of return)..We all live to be happy in life ...actually thats what life meant to me.

Certain memories in my life I treasure . No It did not involve buying any expensive jewelry or publishing journal paper. I think having afternoon lunch with friends in a rainy (or snowy ) Friday ( having this joyful feeling that weekend is near)..or eating oranges sitting under the sun in a cold winter afternoon...eating Phucka(golgappa) with friends on the street (no restaurant can give give joy of street Phucka)  I treasure those moments. I have a strong childhood memory of eating loads of green peas by cracking them apart in winter morning (as soon as dad had come home after grocery shopping). 

  I think the happiness which matters to us need to not be related to achievement. See for instance, I get happy when my journal article get published, but that also accompanies whats next ? Thats where the trouble is.

 Anyways recently we figured out some happiness in our life by chasing birds from vegetable gardens.Here is the pic

 

He dedicated his T-shirts for the bad birdies .

I know he will grow up soon and life will move forward..but I cherish some of these moments.Never knew how to make scarecrow before.But it was fun.:)

  

  

The Waiting...

    Last Friday I came home early after submitting the grade for the semester. It was a bliss..relaxing and tension of time-line was over. This is very unusual for me; in a regular day I return home with my son in the evening and immediately get occupied in the whirlpool of business. Thus, that untimely homecoming gave me a different kind of feeling. The house looked quite and sober. In morning maid cleaned the house, so there were no toys scattered in the living room, no legos on the floor to step on and no plates with unfinished breakfast on the coffee table. Whoever visited my home previously, they know this is quite an unusual sight in my house. However, the pristine cleanliness did not give me any satisfaction. To me the house looked so desolate..so unusually calm that I could sense the eager waiting in the silence of the air. The sofas looked like they were waiting for some body to jump (even if you say umpteenth time not to do so), some people to sit and chat something random. The carpet wanted to give shelter for hundred lego pieces to be scattered on it. The warm sun light was feeling the room with the desire to wrap the jumping kindergarteners. I felt the sense of waiting everywhere. Hence this picture name is waiting.