Am I Happy?

  The words are coming clean today. Questions are coming with crisp answers in their tails. My mind is clear.Finally, the dust storm within me seems to have subsided.
  Horizons are lighted as far as I can see. Lighted with a new dawn. Fresh scents of petrol are wafting up from the fuel tank. My road is clear. Its time to zoom!!
  Its been two years since I've come anywhere close to penning down any of what my heart has to say. Thoughts formed, haunted my brain and mingled among themselves giving rise to a hotchpotch of sorts - which if I ever brought to paper,the paper would probably ball itself up and commit suicide in the nearest garbage can! But today, its different.
  I woke up to Joyce Meyer on TV, displaying a dramatic monologue on why we aren't happy. Is it coz the pressure's too high and noone seems to be cooperating? Or is it coz we are depending on others for our happiness? The latter of course. Do we 'give' enough to others who don't have what we do? Do we spend any damned moment considering that one act of generosity on our part can make someone else's life a shade brighter? If we did, says Meyer, we'd be happy.
  True. Happiness is like a free bird. It flies on its own. Sings and enchants the world in its beauty. Makes the old woman wish she had wings and smile even if she really doesn't. Makes little children jump up in the air. Makes old men open their wrinkled eyes in childish wonder.
  Am I happy? Today I am. My happiness is my own. And that 2 year old barren poet in me - I think its been vanquished. I see my path again. Its stupid how dependence can make u wobble - atleast when it comes to your own peace of mind.  
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