I stepped out looking for Happiness

But no matter how much I looked around

All I found was a colossal mess

Seemed like happiness did not want to be found

.

I stepped out looking for Joy

But no matter how much I looked around

All it did was destroy

Seemed like joy did not want to be found

.

I stepped out looking for Peace

But no matter how much I looked around

All I managed was to sneeze

Seemed like peace did not want to be found

.

I came back home

No more interested in looking around


…and the role of labor and its fruit: outcomes

Previously on this show: I explored the theme that chasing happiness is a fool’s quest and so is true for its lesser cousin — joy, and that peace is not only the more attainable goal, but also the one we need (as opposed to the one we want).

A sine curve attempting to approximate the state of mind; degrees are perhaps days or weeks, but the graph surely not drawn to scale

However, I also believe in the cliche of to each, her own.

Hence, for the purpose of this post, I am going to call the holy grail as Peace, Happiness or Joy. Or PH&J, in short, carrying in it’s meaning a reference to a sandwich that I recently have grown to like.


Please don’t just hashtag this

A Call To Action to join a coalition of the willing

Over the past few weeks, I have been thinking about a movement that would be really good to have. Hoping that someone will start it. Classic procrastination and hoping that someone else will do what I think is needed.

I reached a breaking point last week. The amount of energy I was spending being annoyed because this movement does not exist exceeded the amount of energy it would take to at least do my bit in starting one.

About the movement

The idea behind #CitizenOfTheWorld is to have a sense of your civic responsibilities. In parts of the world where…


A poem

Peered over my phone

To live a little

Found it hard to escape the zone

Like the screen, an idea so brittle

Were minds once engines of fantasy?

Did present…


The pressures of not being one and the perks of being one

You can read the Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here and Chapter 3 here before proceeding.

Chapter 4: SriLax, man!

No congratulations to those of you who had already figured out their couple name. This one was fairly obvious: LaxSri makes no sense — literally or figuratively. LaSri might have worked if they were in France, even if it would have been disappointing for Laxman because he got only two letters in as opposed to Srishti’s three, but that’s a worry for a parallel universe, not very many quantum-probabilities-along-the-string-of-choices away.

At Mahabelly in Saket for breakfast, they are shown a…


By Gabriel Garcia Marquez

I googled and could not find this anywhere. So I sifted through the book to find a page without a full stop. About 45 minutes later, I found it. It is page 329 of the edition I have (cover above).

Then I sat and typed the whole 880 words of the sentence and 45 minutes later I had it.

Enjoy!

“Nor had they asked her, even out of courtesy, why she was so pale or why she awoke with purple rings under her eyes in spite of the fact that she expected it, of course, from a family that had…


The pressures of not being one and the perks of being one

You can read the Chapter 1 here, and Chapter 2 here before proceeding.

Chapter 3: The Wife Who Leads

This is her story too.

The account of Laxman’s life is incomplete without her. Who she was before she met him, who she became after she met him and who she is now is force far stronger than anything else that shapes Laxman.

‘I miss you,’ he says, as she stirs in bed because of the aroma of the coffee.

She smiles half a smile with her half open eyes communicating the struggle between balancing her sleepiness and Laxman’s expectation. …


The pressures of not being one and the perks of being one

You can read the Chapter 1 here, before proceeding

Chapter 2: His name and what’s in it

In a rush to begin his story, his identity was forgotten. Seems like you’ve made it this far, so there might be interest in knowing a bit about him?

He is a man. A reduntant sentence in English language, if not for the many layers that it enfolds. It communicates how he is not a child, not a boy, not an adolescent, not a young adult, not a youth; all of which he was not very many years ago.

His name, since that’s…


The philosophy behind my second novel

I co-wrote my second novel, DareDreamers: A Start-up of Superheroes with my father. It has been published by Rupa Publications. It was launched last week:

Launch of DareDreamers: A Start-up of Superheroes — my second novel

My first novel, The Quest of the Sparrows was also co-written with my father and also published by Rupa Publications in 2011.

Last week, when DareDreamers came out, I realised that I can now finally use the label ‘Novelist’ because now me and my dad have written two novels between the two of us — and that’s one per head! Our next goal, after writing two books, is to not be one-book authors.

This is…


The pressures of not being one and the perks of being one

Chapter 1: The Middle-Age Dilemma

His kind neighbor invites him and his wife for a conversation over tea and some pakodas. He wonders how grown up he must appear now to be receiving such invites — like he had only seen his dad receive so far. Mentally, he believes, he and his wife are both still kids – at least when they are in the comfort space of being with just each other.

He is 34 years old but still gets carded on a good day at bars — something that always makes him smile. Especially when his younger friends…

Kartik Sharma

Public health professional by day and a writer by night. Author of fiction novels The Quest of the Sparrows and DareDreamers.

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