The perfect seat

She badly wanted to attend the concert...it was the performance of her favorite singer and she didn't want to miss it for anything in the world.
She attended the program before the concert to ensure that she had the best seat...She was ready to spend an entire hour listening to some political honcho ranting about the opposition party just to make sure she didn't miss the chance to listen to her favorite singer - which was the program just after the political honcho's speech.
As luck would have it, she entered and found a seat!!
At first she was happy...happy that she had managed to secure a seat directly in view of the podium...so what if it was the last row? It didn't matter as long as she was able to "see" her favorite icon...
Then slowly as she settled down, she noticed many of her friends who were seated in 4th or 5th rows...and she started feeling queasy..."I should have come earlier..I should have asked them to book a seat for me..." and she started to look out for a better seat in the front rows..
The political honcho was in the middle of his speech and she prayed that at least some of the people gathered there may leave after he had finished (although she knew that they all had come for the singer's concert) and make room in the front rows..
Suddenly, a few people got up from their seats...her heart skipped a beat...her prayers might have been answered!! But alas! they had just gotten up for a break and their belongings safely declared that the seats were still occupied...
Finally, after much craning around to spot "just one seat", one guy got up..she almost ran there, stumbling along and managed to grab the seat. Finally!!! she had managed to secure an "almost front row seat"!!!As she looked around gloating at her conquest...her heart sank again....She realized that she had gotten the seat just behind the place where the cameraman would stand...making it next to impossible for her to see the stage...and she again embarked upon the conquest of a "perfect seat"....

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Why does it always have to be somewhere else that is more happening, more intriguing and more inviting than where you actually are?
Why is the grass always greener on the other side even if you know the water bill is going to be high too? (Ok...i dhapofied this from some status line! But it does sum up the emotion very well) Why are we always in the "pursuit" of happiness?
Why is satisfaction always eluding ? Why is there always "that one thing" which will make you happy? Even if you manage to get it, why is there suddenly "just one more thing" which you badly, truly, really want before you'll be happy again?
Why???


PS: A series of events have happened...making me rave and rant on the blog...Hopefully the next post will be more entertaining..Pardon moi for this outburst! :-)
PPS: Another of my posts having an anonymous person..promise that the next post's subject will have a proper "name" :-)