Entry Title: "The undying inspiration"
Name: Santanu Dey , India
Category and Expertise: Deeper Perspective, Student
Entry Description: Happiness: It’s not measurable, profitable, nor tradable. Yet, above everything else in the world, it is what people seek. They want to have happiness, and lots of it. But happiness, like air or water, is a hard thing to grasp in one’s hand. It is intangible. Throughout the globe, different people have different objects from which they seek happiness; money provides happiness to some, whereas some needs love, some people also find happiness in their own creativity. Here, I am going to explore one such instance where love and creativity provides happiness to an individual, a man of great taste.
Story: The undying inspiration
Happiness: It is not measurable, profitable, nor tradable. Yet, above everything else in the world, it is what people seek. They want to have happiness, and lots of it. But happiness, like air or water, is a hard thing to grasp in one’s hand. It is intangible. So how does one know if they have it? To me, happiness is just another thought process. Even a sad and melancholy man can seek happiness by reliving his great memories. Here, I am going to explore one such instance where love and creativity provides happiness to an individual, a man of great taste....
This man, an expert artist, is a refugee from Bangladesh, and came to India during the 1069s. Life is always hard, full of adversities. But the one who can overcome all these adversities is considered as the ultimate winner. This old man had also had a similar life, full of struggle. He has struggled to find a settlement in India, he has struggled to feed his family, and he has struggled to have a good career. In his early days, he was revered by all for he was a kind and virtuous person. But what was his fate? Today, he is alone, forgotten by his past contemporaries. But still he lives his remaining ¼ th part of life with full enthusiasm. But how did he overcome his ill-fate?
The room of this artist is the answer, its beholds his creative mind, the framed sketches and paper-crafts. The peaceful coexistence of the craft-works and the commonplace things is bliss to him amidst his ill-fate, a means by which he has overcome his depression. Bound within the four walls of his little house is his entire world. With nothing much to do, this man feeds on his past memories. His only human companion is none other than his life partner. His wife still passes her day with the household duties, managing everything like Goddess Dashavuja ( the Goddess with ten hands), and he keeps seeing her in work!
This man’s only worry in life is what will happen to his beloved wife when he is gone! Will he then be able to protect her from the world beyond? With these thoughts, his dark night finally gives way to dawn, a new light, a new hope. With the breaking dawn,
he watches his wife applies the line of vermilion on her forehead after the punctual morning bath; the old man heaves a sigh of relief. Instead of thinking about the future, he tries to live the present to its fullest, absorbing the joy from every passing moment. He then realizes it that though many years have rolled by, still the power of that little red line binds the two lives together, and the old bond and love still remains unchanged. His only wish in life now is to turn this love of his into eternity, beyond the reaches of oblivion……