I’m a person of small tiny wants. All I want is to be happy now because nothing around me has made me feel great about myself. I mean I have never participated in a counterculture movement, got high and felt like a part of something larger and important. Angelina Jolie is hugging people and Oprah Winfrey is giving away homes and cars but that’s all happening miles and miles away. There are no freedom struggles so how do I test my perseverance? Dieting? I seriously think money could be the answer to everything. I think that money can buy all the happiness in the world. Paydays are great. It’s great to have an AC car and a family that feeds you so you don’t have to worry about global warming or recession. If somebody buys me a nice handbag or a replacement for Elliot in Season 9, Scrubs or just another EPL cup for Man U, I’m sure I’d be pretty happy for a while.
But there was this economics teacher who used to love holding boys from the waist, to pull up their pants she’d say. She taught us that humans are never satisfied. She’d say a) our wants are unlimited and b) the resources are limited. Even the production of those self-help books about making easy money has stopped. So HOW can one feel happy in this city with malls and a stupid electric car, a new Chetan Bhagat novel and stupid breaking news of national concern for a total of two days? They say the belly rules the mind. I like the proverb guys who came up with that one. Come to think of, if I had a Make Me Happy Foundation, food would top my list. Momos, soufflés, Ching’s chilly sauce (bowlful), wai wai, chops, pasta, cheesecake, tuna, chips… (Aah! Food! Absolutely nothing matches or substitutes it!) … Waffles, katy perry boobies, doughnuts, brownies, Marc Jacob bags, bread tikki, Thai curry, money. Hm... Forget it. Food's no match for the real thing.
How come Katy Perry boobies (sic) and Marc Jacob bags are in the food list?
Posted by: Adhiraj Singh | June 26, 2009 at 01:31 AM