Nothing Ever Happens

I had been listening to the song, “Nothing Ever Happens” sung by Rachel Platten and as I hummed along the lyrics, they make me realize how hopelessly I am waiting for things to happen and that is where I exactly am going wrong!

I have been waiting on happiness for such a long time to come knock on my door that I didn’t even realize things never happen on its own. If we really want something to happen then we got to make it happen.

Most of the times we complain and whine, hoping someday everything will get better. We sit there waiting for things to happen on their own deluding on happily ever after. And despite the fact that we are too reluctant to take chances we don’t quit claiming our rights on happiness. Furthermore we don’t even want to fight for it yet we firmly believe in our victory. But the bottom line is things don’t change on its own. If you crave for a change and want things to be the way you want them to be then you need to buckle up, face the hurdles, snatch it by the neck and slam it on the floor to get nearer to the things you deserve.

Being afraid will only keep you from the things you always wanted and deserved. Even a baby needs to cry out to its mother when it’s hungry. Therefore always remember, when you get that courage to take the risk, it will be the only time when you will start getting closer to your destination. Because no matter what people say, the truth is every thing has a price tag on it. Even though we believe we can’t buy happiness the truth is that to achieve happiness we do have to pay a price. It may not necessarily be in the form of money, but we do pay for it in various ways.

My point is although money can’t buy us happiness in kilos/liters, money obviously can buy us things that will make us happy. However even though money plays vital role in our life I am not trying to single out money as the only way of gaining happiness. In my opinion we pay for happiness in various ways. We pay for it with the energy we put in to achieve it, the time, the emotion and most importantly we risk what we have in order to achieve it.

So, people don’t be afraid to stick out your tongue and taste the fresh air. Go ahead take chances, make mistakes and learn. You can take the chance or you can choose not to take the chance and end up growing old filled with regrets, waiting to die alone(#Inception).

Therefore don’t be afraid to lose but be proud of what you have been through and look forward to what you can possibly gain.  Don’t ever wait for things to happen but make things happen for you. Yes, of course there will be a price to pay and there will be times when all you want to do is crumble down and say, “I quit”, you will doubt your decisions and temptations will haunt you to make you give up, but always remember that if you make through it, you will finally be at home.

So don’t hold yourself. Muster up every ounce of courage in you and take that leap of faith.

There is no happily ever after

My hands are sore
And my feet are numb
My vision blur
I lose my train of thoughts
I have been sitting here for far too long
Fooling around
Playing optimist
Waiting on happiness to come and greet me
Come greet me and breathe upon my face
Cause I actually had started to think of happiness as a man
A man who would come riding upon the horse
Smile at me and say,'at last I am here my love"
Sway me off my feet and take me away to this distant place
Where bells would be ringing
And everything there would be bright and merry


but here is the thing
happiness aint no man
and it obviously doesn't ride a horse
i have been delusional
imagining stuffs that aint for real
so when i was almost ready to say happily ever after
the bitch "Reality" knocked my door
screaming out loud
Enough of drooling over
she dragged me down,
slapped me across my face with truth so bitter
i almost puked
i hate reality i want her to be gone
but she doesn't care and she doesn't even fear
so she keeps standing by my side
like a shadow, she never leaves me alone
i loathe her, i spite her
but it barely makes her twitch
i feel weak, i feel hung over
I feel like am done
I feel like saying
No I don’t wanna keep going on,
i give up
cuz there is no ending to this misery
and there is no man called happiness
who rides a horse.
There is no Prince Charming
and there is no happily ever after

Public Toilet and Women :P

This is not something i created, rather a friend of mine shared it with me so the source is unknown.

I really liked it. Hope it makes you chuckle as well :).

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someones Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ' The Stance.

In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold 'The Stance.' To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.

In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.
(Where was that when you NEEDED it?) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's toilet. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your bag hanging
around your neck?'


This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!).

It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.

This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately.