Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Book Review - Tuesdays with Morrie

“A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.” Henry Adams
I’d come face to face with Tuesdays with Morrie multiple times earlier. The encounters had always been awkward. After all, I couldn’t just say, “Hey, I’m sorry but you’re not my kind.” It was one such chance encounter while traveling that I met the book again. Ashamed, I decided to give it a go. A recommendation from my husband gave me courage to go on that first date with the book. Who knew I was in for such a surprise? I was hooked after reading just the first few pages.
Tuesdays with Morrie, written by Mitch Albom, revolves around a dying man’s learnings about life, death and everything in between. But I connected even more with how these reflections force his favourite student, Mitch, to stop and ponder over where his life is taking him.

The story begins at Brandeis University, where Mitch is a student, in the spring of 1979. Morrie, a professor at the University, teaches sociology, instead of the “real world skills” of accounting and finance. Morrie soon becomes Mitch’s mentor, pushing him to pursue his interests and develop a humane worldview. At his graduation, Mitch promises that he’ll keep in touch. But as most other student-teacher relationships, this one too, was pushed to the back of Mitch’s mind with the prime real estate being taken up by the usual suspects – need to make money, buy a house, own a car,get that promotion. It was only after a decade and a half that Mitch hears of Morrie again. It isn’t happy news – Morrie is dying of Lou Gehrig’s disease. It is then that Mitch reconnects with his old professor who begins teaching the final course of his life, a course on living, loving, and accepting yourself and others for who we really are.
“The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.”
The book, itself only 192 pages long, is written from Mitch’s point of view, as he first learns of his professor’s disease and then speaks with him about life over multiple sessions. It is structured into short chapters around 14 Tuesdays that Morrie and Mitch spent together, each dealing with a specific theme. The themes range from family, emotions and the world to death and regrets. Though the book might feel preachy at times and doesn’t say much that most people don’t already know instinctively, I loved the lucid and clear expression, which will make you read a page again – just so that you can absorb the depth of what was said in a few lines. It delves into the most basic truths of our existence. Morrie made me stop and think about the life I am leading and the choices I am making. I could easily find more than a couple of changes to make.
There was one paragraph that knocked hard against my head and heart, and has stayed with me ever since:
“Mitch,” he said, “the culture doesn’t encourage you to think about such things until you’re about to die. We’re so wrapped up with egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks—we’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don’t get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying, Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing?”
It beautifully sums up the endless loop we are in, where we anchor our happiness to external events. Morrie invites the reader to stop, stand still, think and break out of this rut.
For me, this book also has an army of unsung heroes – Morrie’s family – who stay by his side day and night, till the very end. Morrie couldn’t have told his story if his family and caregivers weren’t working away silently, tirelessly to help him make the most of his days. More than his words, it is these people who strongly reinforce the need to focus more on people than material things. In the end, it’s the people - living in the house you built, riding pillion on the bike you bought, laughing and dining with you in that expensive restaurant – people… that really matter.

And Morrie teaches us to slow down and appreciate them.

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Conversations with Me: Round 4

 It’s late in the night - A weekday night, where routine dictates that I eat by 8 PM and sleep by 10 PM. Yet, sleep evades me like mice avoid a cat. In my quest to waste time, I’d been watching a movie – Into the Woods. The Witch, played by Meryl Streep, said something that has been playing on a loop in my head ever since: “Children grow from what you love to what you lose.”

This is when TOM decided to pay me a visit. Long overdue, after our previous conversation, but certainly unasked for.
TOM:   Hey there! What happens if we replace “Children” with “Parents” in that line?
Me:    **Speechless. Even thinking about losing my parents makes me tear up**
TOM:   Why do you not speak? You haven’t been home in the past two months. That’s surely a first. You must have a reason.
Me:    You know I’ve been travelling. And now my trips are split between Delhi and Jaipur. How can I possibly maintain the same frequency of visits as before? I also have critical deadlines approaching at work. If I don’t stay here and work hard, how will we ever get to launch the project?
TOM:    Did your company collapse while you were away for a month?
Me:    No. But that’s because all systems are designed to be person-independent. Work has to go on.
TOM:    So you’re staying away from home to work a job where you are completely replaceable? And this takes you away from your family, where you are irreplaceable? And you’re OK with this? I don’t understand the times we’re born in.
Me:    I can explain…
TOM:    No! I’m the one in-charge of talking today.
        I understand, you get some “learnings” from your job. You’re building your own story. You’re making an “impact”. You “grow and develop” as a professional. Maybe even as a person. And of course, it gets you the money. But, at what cost?
        Our parents are here only for a finite time. Without exaggeration, they are getting older as we speak. And one day, you won’t see “Mom/ Dad calling” flashing across your phone’s screen. You won’t hear that familiar voice at the other end of the line. You won’t be able to tell them, “I’m busy, I’ll call you later.”
        What will you do when you see them lying there motionless, leaving you utterly helpless? Can your learnings and your money buy you a ticket on the train of No Regrets? A second chance? Forget that, you won’t even be able to reach home fast enough.
        You’ll never know which visit becomes the one that you saw them last.
Me:    **What started as a single drop of water, is now flowing freely from my eyes**
        You shouldn’t be saying all those things!
TOM:   That won’t change the reality. You push your family to a deep dark corner of your mind. You know what happens where there is no sunshine.
        Don’t spend your life mindlessly working one job after another, moving from one city to another, chasing moving goal-posts. There will always be that promotion, that increment that will be held out as a carrot to you. But what won’t always be around, is your family. And trust me, nobody is affected by your presence (more appropriately, absence) more than them.
They are trained too to not show any emotion.
Or maybe they also work on the assumption of infinite time.
Or maybe, they’ve just accepted the witch’s lament as their fate.
Don’t let them.
It’s in your best interest.
Having had the last word, TOM disappeared. For once, the conversation was complete but I was left feeling hollow inside. It forced me to acknowledge things I didn’t want to. It left a bad aftertaste. And all I could do was look out at the sky, watching airplanes disappear into the clouds as they left this city behind, wishing one of them would take me along.
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You can go through TOM's reflections here:


Sunday, February 24, 2019

This Distance Too, Shall Pass!


My pen and paper, rest untouched
I dream about you
Fretting over the miles in between
I glance at our happy faces
I see hope
This distance too, shall pass…
I love you!

Dressed in our best, swallowed up by the night
We danced till our feet were kissed
By the first rays of light
Yearning to match steps with you again
I wish
This distance too, shall pass…
I love you!

D-day was here, I hid my tears
Bidding farewell to familiarity
Set forth on this journey, trusting the hand I held
You said, “Let’s click a picture”
I smiled, feeling
This distance too, shall pass…
I love you!

I suspect it was the hot seat
That fuelled your confidence, going down
On one knee with a rose
A hundred eyes watching
The girl in me did a little twirl, and sang out loud
This distance too, shall pass…
I love you!

New Year eve, warmth in tall glasses
We stood on that terrace
Transfixed by the lights
In that one moment, I was so thankful
To have you by my side, I knew
This distance too, shall pass…
I love you!

Perhaps my favourite place of all
Doing stunts on the road
Fighting over if you should swim
Spotting hot Dads and yummy Mums
I’m glad you love to live and laugh
It’ll make it easier for this distance to pass…
I love you!

The trip has ended, life begun
This one’s for each time our eyes meet
Joy knows no bounds
Smiling ear-to-ear doesn’t suffice
We’re far away for now, it’s true
But, this distance too, shall pass…
Because, I love you!

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Testing the Wind

That first leap...

Feet outstretched, sitting on the steps
I look up at the blue, searching
The cloud farthest from my perch
No end in sight, I feel petite
In nature’s vast mystery

Endless hours I’ve burdened
These steps with my being
First when I’d seen no more
Than half a score summers

Today I’m lost, wondering
If this is the last moment to be
Will my flight across the oceans
Make me lose my tree?

I’m nervous, I’m scared
Never flown in the open sky
Always sheltered, I’ve lived
A fairy tale life

Yet the welcome drops
The gentle breeze
Spraying me with delight
Hold out hope
A little optimism
For the glories of this flight

A little smile plays across my lips
As I think of the days to come
I dream of the life
I hope to have
Dream of the things that will be

Emboldened, encouraged
Honest and brave
I’m taking that step
Towards the edge
From where I’ll test the wind
For the first time

Looking down in the depths
Apprehensive, but not unaware
Of the challenges that lie ahead
I flap my wings free
Looking back at the home
I’m leaving behind, I say
I’ll make a mark
In nature’s beautiful history…


Sunday, March 10, 2013

Mother...






For the past twenty years I’ve been trying to unravel a mystery. Why, just why, does my mother love to see me dance on virtually every occasion? Be it a wedding, an engagement or a simple kirtan, somehow, it isn’t complete until I put in a thumka or two. Yesterday, while attending my younger brother’s first annual day function, I think I got my answer.

My brother is due to complete his third revolution round the sun next month. Yesterday was his first stage performance. Seeing him in his dance costume, I couldn’t resist but pull his cheeks. It was such an ‘Aww’ moment.

When we reached the venue, I could see tiny tots all around... dressed in the rainbow of colorful costumes. The school was celebrating the spirit of Unity in Diversity.  I could see the traditional dresses of Kashmir, Kerala, Uttar Pradhesh, Rajasthan and Punjab. Walking around in their assumed State- identities… these kids exuded confidence and joy.

When these young performers took to the stage, imitating their teacher’s dance steps, I couldn’t help but smile from ear-to-ear. And this smile didn’t fade for the next two hours. One after the other, groups of confident younglings came and delighted me. While some cried from stage-fright, the others danced with a carefree attitude known only to children.

Seeing my little brother dance on stage, I felt proud at being his sister. Waving his hands, and tapping his feet, he looked like an adorable dumpling of joy. Mind you, the girl next to him danced with way more energy and enthusiasm. When the performances ended, there were excited calls from all around.

The kids, drunk on their success, went berserk. Dancing off the stage or just play fighting with their friends, they really made my day. Somewhere, I understood the reason for my mother’s strongest wish. Just like I was happy to see my brother do well, my mother is ecstatic when I do something similar. It isn’t about dance. She just wants me to do well in life. And if somehow, my dance makes people praise me, then she wants it that way.

Parents, I believe, feel the best when someone praises their child. They keep their personal ambitions aside when it comes to their kid. My mother, she sacrificed her career so that my brother and I could get a good upbringing. She has worked hard with us, to make us who we are. If I were a stone, she’d be my sculptor… carving me out into a beautiful person.

Our mothers, they do so much for us, without ever letting us know. They want us to excel at what we do well and get better at what we don’t. No matter the problems they are going through... they are always there for us, willing to listen to every story, every complaint, every nightmare. They soothe us when we're scared, cheer us on when we need support, encourage us when we are unsure and love us when we feel alone. Yet I won’t be wrong if I say that all of us have belittled her efforts some time or the other. We have been impatient with her, been rude to her. We have taken her for granted.

I know it is not Mother’s Day yet. But I just want to thank my mum (mummy as I call her). I know she doesn’t read my blog. She is far too busy dealing with the mess that we create. So this silent wish goes out to all the mothers… thank you for being who you are and nurturing us the way you do.
Love you Mum


Sunday, January 13, 2013

Mornings...


After days of staying under the covers till 9 am, today I opened my eyes a little earlier (pretty unwillingly!). But I’m glad I did. Pulling on a jacket, I went out for a drive with my daddy dearest (He let me drive)!

The streets, in the early hours of the day, when the sun has just begun its ascent across the sky, look no less beautiful than a flower about to bloom. The seemingly ordinary scene left me awestruck. The semi- deserted roads made me feel strange. I'm used to seeing so much activity, so many people on that stretch of the road. The empty road took me by surprise. It looked pristine... pure.

As I saw the florist arrange his flowers, I couldn’t help but think of all the people who’ll smile today when they receive them. It was business as usual for him, but for all the people, unaware of the flowers about to reach them, it will be a very special day. They looked like gifts from heaven, against the pale concrete of the sidewalk.

As the newspaper man spread out his newspapers, I wondered what they have to say today. Will it be another edition screaming of scams, murders, rapes and protests? Or will it contain positive news bolstering my confidence in my city and the government? Will it make my mood plunge into the depths of despair or give me a reason to be proud of who I am?

Moving further, the sight of fresh chhole bhature being made, left my mouth watering. Our breakfast table floated before my eyes. It was piled high with the most delicious dishes my mum prepared. My super sensitive note could even pick up their aroma. I suddenly grew aware of my empty tummy. Bad timing!!!

Looking across the road, I saw a tent being dismantled. Somehow my attention was drawn to the rags the workers wore for clothes. They were in sharp contrast to the plush interiors of the structure. I found myself thinking of all the people who spent the previous night on the cold pavement, braving the winter chill, while I slept on a comfortable bed. It made me feel uneasy in my warm clothes.

All this while, I spotted uncles and aunties out for their morning walk. Clad in a dizzying array of coloured caps and shawls, they looked like cute little toys braving the wind. Pardon me the comparison, but that is exactly what they looked like. It was really heartening seeing them though. It encouraged me to take my exercise routine more seriously.

On this single drive, I experienced a plethora of emotions. But one feeling over-shadowed them all… Happiness! Though I was moving around in a metal box with the windows rolled down, I felt so close to nature. And in those intimate moments, I understood why I love mornings. Up until now, mornings were good only because I could study undisturbed…or because my parents said they were nice... but there is much more to a morning than that.

The restless energy… so evident in everything around us… is infectious. The enthusiasm for a new day, the zeal to live is so strong in those morning hours. It infuses you with a sense of well-being, a feeling of satisfaction so intense, that it keeps you smiling through the day. Why? It is evening… I have raunchy music playing outside my window… but still this morning scene has made me smile. I just closed my eyes and the world seemed to rewind its clock. Trust me… mornings are awesome!

Try them out yourself… give the early morning wind a chance to ruffle your hair!  
  

Friday, April 20, 2012

A decade ago, A decade old


A decade ago, a decade old
I stood on the doorstep, crying
You left in a hurry
No goodbye, no farewell
Just a wound, a sorrow still raw in my mind

All you left behind
Was a world full of memories
They made me cry
They made me weep
How could you leave us all behind?

I was strong then as I am now
I shed not a single tear
But that was just an act
I put up for the others.

Only you know of the endless nights
Those dark hours spent crying
I kept on thinking, hoping, willing
That you come back
Say you're fine.

That night, seeing you fallen
I wished I'd said goodbye, one last time
I wished I'd not slept early
I wished I'd stayed by your side.

Waiting outside the hospital
I was sure you will come out unscathed
Those were just kiddish wishes
Which have long since passed.

Numbed by shock and the grief
i felt paralyzed inside
But I put up a brave face
The ten-year old, lost in her little life.

I've fought since forever
I've locked it all inside
Each day I try to the trail you left behind
Becoming a little more like you, less like me.

I know you're watching me now
Those smiling, friendly eyes
I have just one unfulfilled wish
I wish I'd said goodbye, one last time

A decade ago, a decade old
I stood on the doorstep, crying...

Written in loving memory of my Uncle...a candle extinguished too soon...

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Disappointment...

Picture Courtesy: Amit Bansal

A girl alone
Cold winter night
Sitting on a park bench
Looking up at the sky...

Wondering why life took the turn it did
Thinking why she is a disappointment to everyone
She was once the shining star
Those days seem unreal, far...

She was Daddy's Girl
As her Mom would say
The same Dad now seems to keep her at bay
He snapped the strings binding them
Leaving her senseless, to find her own way...

She fails to understand
Why her life is headed towards failure
She tries to do it right
To confirm to the norms...

Why is then she still a disappointment?
Why do they make her feel unwanted, unwelcome?
What is it that irks them so?
Alas! She has  never found an answer...

She used to cry her eyes out
Deeply pained by screams and shouts
Words that scarred her little heart
Wounds deep, they will heal hard...

But that stage has long since passed by
Those endless tear wells have run dry
A numbing emptiness in her heart
Is all that is left after the good times did depart...

It fills her days and her nights
Each wave pulling her under
The ocean of grief and anger
Her strength ebbing, she is giving up the fight...

So there she sits, the lonely girl
Cold winter night, on a park bench
Looking up at the sky, wondering aloud
"Why God? Do you really want me to live?"...

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The End of Love

The End of Love...
I could be referring to numerous relationships here...that of a child with his parents, that of a brother and sister, that between life partners (girlfriends and boyfriends is more relevant here)..
It is the last one I have been thinking about lately

Have you ever seen those lovey-dovey couples, holding hands, sitting in parks? I'm sure most of you have...What plagues me is that what happens when these people marry each other...or reach a stage in their relationship where they don't need to call each other every hour in order to feel loved?
Where does the magic go? 

  • Earlier they used to be the world to each other and look at them now. Each moment alone, without their significant other, seems like a blessing in disguise. They used to be running after their companion but now? Seems more like they are in a race...who runs faster..away from the other...
  • The very boyfriends, who used to find their girl's nagging cute, call it irritating, stupid, irrational. Over-possessiveness is another favourite term. Her little tantrums transform her into a drama queen.
  • Initially they couldn't let her go...well, times have changed. They can't wait to let her go...

And these are just a few scenarios...What brings on these changes? After 8 days of brainstorming, I still have no answer.
It seems superbly abnormal. Is it because we always find the chase more exciting? Or because the relationship loses its shine once it becomes a habit? Why doesn't it happen with other habits, good or bad, then?


Just think about it. If someone tells you that falling for you was stupidity...well, who is the stupid one then? Definitely not you...
If all they wanted was a person very different from you, why did they like you in the first place? You obviously didn't subject them to third degree to make them accept you.
For those married to their work, you didn't really need another person in your life. Your files, meetings, phone calls would suffice.

If any of you reading this know why this happens, then please enlighten me as well. I would be rather obliged if you put my mind at ease. Help make us a little wiser so that a few fortunate ones can be saved from this terrible disease...

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Craving...

I wrote this poem way back in grade 9...Though I found some of the lines amusing now but nonetheless, I posted them just as they were...:)

CRAVING

Craving for many is a way of life
Some men crave for a beautiful wife
They crave for money and joys around
They crave for pleasures they haven't found...

But the girl there craves for a friend
A soul who will be with her till the end
A person who would guide her through night and day
Who would lead her to the warmth of May...

The aged woman craves for a son
Who she can love every moment, a ton
Who would just listen to her talk
To her deathbed, help her walk...

And there is the boy who craves for a sister
Who would painlessly treat every blister
Who would be his life's best feature
And sometimes reprimand him as his teacher...


My friends!There is so much to life than just earning gold
Sometimes in life, you have to be bold
Yet craving for many is a way of life
Some men crave for a beautiful wife...

Saturday, December 10, 2011

More than anything else...

More than anything else
I want to thank you
For all you have done for us
Thanks for every morning
When you helped us catch the school bus...

More than anything else
I want to bring you
Joy and contentment
And loads and loads of love...

More than anything else
I want you to understand
That we have realized your worth
I want to make you feel special
Just to thank you for giving me birth...

More than anything else
I want to thank you
That you made me realize all my faults
Just realizing them was not enough
To correct them, I couldn't find a better person than you...

More than anything else
I want to thank you for making me realize the gifts
Nature endowed me with
Thanks for helping me all the time
Thanks for teaching me how to control my flailing fists...

More than anything else
I want to thank you for taking care of me through endless nights
Thanks for guiding me 
Through all my fights...

More than anything else
I want you to remember that I would always
Be on your side
I would never desert you
No matter how low the tide...