Happiness Is A Choice
Happiness Is A Choice
Whenever I cross a school, running to board my scheduled office bus, I always wonder how happy I would be if I am still studying in one of those classes. I am not sure if I was thinking the same when I was in school, but I definitely was enjoying my days there. Is this how the life works in which we always think about the past and cherish the happy moments we lived? It was when, I saw roadside vendor happily selling his goods under the noon sun smiling and singing the songs of his interest.
He may not be earning as much as that of a corporate guy,
he may have not even attended his schooling but I could see the joy in him when
every single item were sold.
Now I thought again, would I have been as happy as that
guy, if even I was selling like him and living a simple life like him. It was
when that street vendor took out his phone, the phone which I would have seen
when I was in my 6th standard. The phone with keypad to be more specific, dull
in color and probably a monochrome one . He started speaking on the phone, but
he kept his ear on the back panel of the phone, leaving the receiver which the
phone manufacturer intended to use.
He spoke loud, even the people in the next street could
hear if they had listened. He started, with his own accent to probably a lady
on the other end, his happy tone changed to a serious one, his voice mumbled
his bright eyes were misty. I can understand that his need was money from the
one sided conversation. He seems to have arranged half the sum and the rest he needs
to arrange within a short span.
The misty eyes gave way to a tiny teary drop. The happy
man once I saw was sad. I wanted to ask him about the issue, but I don't want
to worsen it more.The phone call ended finally .
I went to the vendor as a customer to get something from
his tricycle. I asked him in a casual way why he looked dull, it was then he
saw me and he immediately wiped his face and answered me with a smile,
"Nothing Sir, my son is in hospital suffering with some disease, after
many days he called me APPA, that's why I my eyes were teary, but I am very
happy now".
I was shocked, I expected that, he would say he cried in
the need of money. But he replied that those were happy tears. In an amused way
I looked at that guy bought some fruits and went to board my office bus smiling
inside, and telling to myself that "Happiness is not in the past or the
future, it is in the mind of the person who loves his life and cherishes his
every moment fully".