2. Satisfaction.

On a clichéd note –Where is the satisfaction? How to be satisfied? What can generate satisfaction?

Too many answers, yet none…

One sentence that takes a stroll on the mind though... Am I satisfied with the Satisfaction of Identity? Or Am I satisfied with the Satisfaction of happiness?

Some drill-down needed???

Satisfaction of Identity is something that overpowers the satisfaction of happiness.

Too ambiguous??? Umm, an example may work…

For instance, I want to purchase a motor-cycle and this is going to be the first motor-cycle of my life. However, all these days I was against motor-cycle and would curse the vehicle. Now at this point, I myself feel like buying one (due to change in opinion or whatever) and as a result of which I feel that I would be satisfied. I go for it. This is the satisfaction of happiness.

Well, it’s not that straight forward. After the above thought, another one may crop up questioning –What will people say? Your image was always of an anti-motor-cycle personality. What about that image / identity then? I end up now buying one. This is the satisfaction of identity.

Well additionally, I may also think that there can be a middle way where in I can satisfy both. In conjunction to the same example above, I may buy a motor-cycle while also defend my change of opinion by saying that it’s not-so-dangerous anymore, the roads are safe, speeds are less and what not. Umm, do I think that people around me are morons to feel proud about the above mentioned reasoning?

If I chose to be happy, I should be ok with the dissatisfaction of identity and be bold and straight enough to confess and accept that opinions do

1. Khabar.

Manzil ka thikaana nahi,
bas raha hun din raat guzar,
kaha jaana kuch pata nahi,
kaisa hai ye safar.

Apne aap ko naa pehchaane,
chhahee hai behoshi is kadar,
saans chal rahi hai, par jee raha
hun ya nahi ye nahi khabar.

Kab tak chalega aise,
is baat ki bhi nahi fikar,
maut ko dekhke bhi,
uspe se hat jaati hai nazar.

Marte hoge log saare,
par main to rahunga sada amar,
ye soch ke beet raha din mahina
saal, aur beetegi saari umar
:-(