From here unto there..

Today, I took part in my first funeral in Saudi Arabia. I didn't know the person, I don't even know his name nor had I seen him before but it still pricked and it numbed and it sobered me with a sprinkle of humbleness.

Apparently, screeching rubber and searing turns with a gravel turn table resulted in putting a full-stop to his physical presence, an interim in those that loved him and a hyperlink to a new adventure for his soul.

This though hasn't been my first. I have been a part of my Gran' Pa's but have missed out on a lot of other passing-ons primarily due to the physical distance. This was different in some aspects.

I realized that in this part of the world, graves are un-marked as it is against the 'school of thought' to do otherwise. I was also given a small pictoral demonstration of how the grave is dug and structured to ease decomposition, prevent the stench from coming out and protection from scavenging animals should there be any. I was part of a tradition that I was very honored to be a part of.

The calmness and the composure exhibited by the person I knew, whose kin was lying a few feet away as he greeted the mourners. Calmness which I'm not very sure I would be able to possess should we trade shoes, God forbid. I tried to pass on as much warmth as a hug and some hollow words could - I hope he's warm.

I wonder if 'he' saw us from above, perched upon a cloud. Wishful thinking, many would say and I would most likely agree.

Maybe I'm reading too much into this..

The Pursuit of Happiness

John Lennon wrote, "Happiness is a warm gun.." and millions have and are crooning it ever since.

Happiness..

Happiness is just another word for a feeling. Science explains it as a realease of endorphins in your brain that induces euphoria. Drugs such as morphine, heroine and cocaine are classic endorphin-releasing entities, which would more than explain the cause of such ever-growing addiction.

Happiness..

Happiness is sitting on a deck chair soaking in the rays in your porch after a heavenly joint.

Happiness is laughing over a rickety table with your 'family of nuts and bolts' over something inexplicable.

Happiness is hearing her breathe as she sleeps in your arms.

Happiness is a call thanking you for a job well done.

Happiness is sharing a story of mucking up an exam 8 yrs back to thunderous rapture.

Happiness is dancing in just your shorts all night long by the beach with the ones you love.

Happiness is seeing that smile, everytime.

Happiness is to see the sun rise, and to continue dancing by the beach with not a care.

Happiness is a first kiss under the starry sky.

Happiness is still being able to recollect the taste and the feel of it.

Happiness is seeing colors bounce off and the glee of it all.

Happiness is my baby and I miss my baby so..

Disclaimer: I really should stop borrowing other's titles.