Happiness in Doing

While passing the busy street of Can naught Place, New Delhi, I took a pause for a while as I could sense the hustle and bustle going in peoples' life. Each one of them showed different expression. The joy of bunking college, excitement among few to meet their friends, few were tensed because of the meeting getting delayed. 

I thought for a moment, the different shades of life are so well-drawn by the people. Due to its picturesque nature, even if I was not knowing any of them, still I could read their emotions.

Then my eyes caught hold of the cobbler. He had no shop. He laid his handy store between the arch of two pillars. Colorful shoe laces, different shoe brush to polish shoes, some instruments and the most important weapon - needle and thread... 

These were well placed. The cobbler was well dressed, took pride in mending the shoes, stitching the torn part so efficiently that it can conceal the damage; I noticed sudden flick of smile on his face, when someone stopped and asked for his service. He did his task meticulously. He diagnosed the problem and selected for the right instrument that can help him to repair. While he gets involved into his work deeply, one can hear him humming tune of the old melodious song from Bollywood. This went on with every customer.When he was at leisure, he took his Hindi newspaper to explore things that had happened in and around the world.

Often people fail to strike balance between their work and life. In the humdrum, they find it hard to reprimand their problem, as their expectation is always of those things which they do not have in present. Instead of experiencing joy while fulfilling any given task and appreciating efforts put forth, most of the times, our energy goes into unhealthy criticism, in targeting our life for the things that we failed to do, for the things which we longed for but failed to achieve.

Certainly, this man seemed to be the happiest person. The charm of joy was captivating. Though he had minimal means but was satisfied with what he did and enjoyed doing his work. Like the shoelaces of different colors, even his happiness were of different shades, of variable frequency.

Well, I learnt that real happiness is in doing things which you like to do; be it implied or applied.