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Hundred Happy Things

So after failing royally at much talked about hundred days challenges, I decided that things that shallow are not for me. Call that sour grapes, for that is what it is. I decided to come up with something original. Few things which I had improvised and adapted had given me much pleasure and positivity that I decided to keep getting "inspired" and taking credit for it.

For example, the idea of making someone happy in my version was, to pay an honest compliment to someone who is not expecting it. Now that of course had certain conditions attached with it. The compliment need not be a ground breaking one, "nice dress", "I like your hair colour" would suffice. But it should be meant and sound genuine. It worked! Now I don't know if people have cracked interviews or have saved lives just because I paid them a compliment in the morning, but it worked in my favour a lot many times. For example, the Janitor on Sydney airport who took all the trouble to find me and return my charger would very conveniently would have forgotten my face had it not been for the "pretty scarf" she was wearing that day. (I hope my husband is not reading this part!) Other times being greeted more nicely than others at counters of my regular places is a perk. I never had to go out of my way for doing something this simple, I got rewarded in ways unexpected.
Now that it has become more or less a habit, it's time to go for something new. This time it will have a selfish motive. (who am I kidding! these things always have a hidden, selfish motive!!) We will talk about that in a minute.

This time it would be quite virtual, while keeping it all real. I did not mean to sound confusing. Or it just sounded better in my head.  For next hundred days or so, I will be posting stories/ incidents of real life which inspired me, gave me hope or brought a smile to my face. Well of course, it need not be a ground breaking story which changed the course of humanity. It will be a simple story where faith in humanity was restored/ I saw some people in new light or it will just be positive enough to qualify for this thread. How is it going to affect others? Well, there have been times when reading something real and nice gave me courage. I just hope this thread will steer some positivity in the lives of people who read it.

Now coming back to my selfish motives. I have not been a regular in updating my blog. In fact, I have not been regular in writing. Looking back at the last couple of months, I just have few facebook statuses to claim as my writings. And let's be honest, they don't qualify. If I can do this successfully for around hundred days, I would probably be able to introduce the much needed discipline in my life. around hundred words a day can do some good to me and if and/or when my memory fades, these stories need not be forgotten.

There of course will be certain liberties I would like to take. If I don't come across anything positive enough any day, I will dig stories from past. We all have those grey days, don't we? I guess looking backward is not bad at times. Especially when it is fruitful. Another thing would be, I won't take more than a three days break from the task. I have discovered that I have excuses enough to last for a century. But the whole point of this exercise is to come clean. Three days liberty would be taken on account of travelling, real crazy work days or sickness. Even if I would not be able to post it the same day, I should be writing one story each day.

I am going to name this thread Hundred Happy Things followed by the title for the story of the day.

May the odds be in my favour and may I always find a patronus!


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  1. All the best would be looking forward for this blog to be more active than it has been in past :)

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  2. Great! Waiting for the stories/incidents ��

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  3. Something should come today. 3 days liberty is almost over.

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    1. If you would be on my tail like this, I am sure this hundred day thing would actually be completed :)
      P.S. check out the new post!

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  4. Very nice and enthusiastic approach towards life

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