What a lovely morning!

Absolutely. It was a wonderful morning today. It is one of the rare mornings when I wake up refreshed and feeling on top of the world.It was a beautiful sight outside. There was a light drizzle. The weather was cool and breezy. Sparrows and mynahs were cooling themselves in the water. I continued staring at the little birds for a long time from my window. Sparrows have become a rarity in Bangalore thanks to rising levels of pollution and urbanisation. Kolkata too is no different. There are sparrows in my campus only because it is situated on the outskirts of Kolkata. Away from the city. Far from the madding crowd.
For some strange reason I woke up feeling extremely happy. I can safely say that it was the first time in one and a half years of life in Kolkata that I woke up feeling happy to be where I was. For the first time I felt happy about being in Kolkata and did not curse my fate for not being in Bangalore.
How I wish every day began this way! It is really sad we always try finding fault with whatever we have been bestowed with...
It didn't take long for reality to hit me. The papers revealed some startling happenings. These were snippets which hit me greater than news of the Prime Minister promising job quota in private sectors. These snippets talked about mother throwing a newborn 'illegitimate' child from the terrace onto a tree. Newborn girl child wrapped in polythene paper and dumped in a dustbin opposite a hospital at the mercy of stray dogs by parents who wanted her to be a boy. Woman, on conceiving in a discotheque wrapping the infant in plastic and dumping it in the loo. Depressing stuff. Appalling stuff. And I thought there were no 'bad' mothers...
These things help me realise how lucky I am. Lucky enough to have a nice family. Lucky enough to be loved. Lucky enough to be cared for. Lucky enough to have friends. Lucky enough to be supported by people in hours of crisis. Lucky enough to have an education which provides me with an opportunity to shape my life the way I want. Lucky enough to have an identity. Lucky enough to have a life of my own... *Touchwood*
Yet I crib. Yet I am convinced life is unfair to me. Yet I cry over things which I dont have. Yet I dont make the best use of what I have. Isn't it more depressing than not having anything at all?

Thought of the Moment
To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness. Bertrand Russell