The other day, on a sultry afternoon, I was out to  visit a  book-store in the upmarket of  South Delhi. The purpose was to spend a couple of  hours to keep myself abreast of latest books in the town,  especially in my favorite genre - Self Help, Brain Power, Health/ Fitness, Happiness.


When I entered into that basement book-store, I felt the ambience soul-lifting. The fragrance of fresh -print-books was elating. The air-conditioned bookshop did not tire my legs when I snaked through the shelves, sometimes standing  to take a glance of couple of pages of books and some other times bending my back to take a quick look in the bottom racks. For a bibliophile   it is like a pilgrimage in the new town which I quite enjoyed.


The Book 'The Happiness Project' by Gretchen Rubin is # 1 New York Times Bestseller in 2009. It is a reprint of 2011 edition. One interesting fact about the book is that the author has spent twelve months test-driving the wisdom of the ages to know first-hand of how to be happier. The cover flap depicts that she found novelty and challenge as powerful sources of happiness.


Much before I saw the Rubin's book, I have already embarked my own journey of happiness in April, 2013 with a dedicated note book meant  for noting best quotes  on happiness culled out from the sayings of wisdom masters.   


 The main aphorisms of happiness are universal  across all cultures.  


While reading the book when   flipped through the pages, suddenly my heart-beat stopped for a while when I found pages 125 - 126 of the book terribly torn . Much to my dismay, the succeeding pages 127 -128 also damaged partially leaving no words to describe my agony. 


I could not exchange the book as I wrote down my name with date of purchase.  The title  of the book suggested me not to react wildly. I stood silently for some time  to come to terms. I thought what best I could do to get over the situation is to subdue my negative emotions. Soon enough, I pat my shoulder that I should not loose peace for the thing happened. 


After a while, the solution was seen round the corner. The Zen wisdom  convinced me that I should not worry for the things which I could do nothing. But I desperately felt the need to vent my feelings , but how ? Suddenly I got a flash of insight. It is my blog where I could pour out my heart.   

Writing these lines gave me the much needed relief. It  acted like magic pill to sooth my raging nerves. I find that peace can not be either bought or brought from outside and it is well within me. What I need is only to give a command to my own self with love like a ring master does to a roaring lion in the circus ! 

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