Showing posts with label Friendship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friendship. 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, 2013

Thank you!!!







Birthdays…Birthdays…Birthdays…
The very word drips joy, happiness and merry- making. But on my birthday yesterday, I didn’t get just a few drops of this elixir. I got a bone-drenching shower…

The moment the clock chimed midnight, birthday wishes started flowing in… I wasn’t technically twenty yet (I breathed my first with the rising sun), but nonetheless… my day had begun! I’d been waiting for so long…

After smiling on the phone like a fool (yes, I was grinning all the time) for close to an hour, I finally slept… I was dancing even in my dreams… the next morning, as always on birthday mornings, my parents woke me up wearing their ‘We have a surprise for you’ smile.  Remember my visit to the phool mandi? My parents had made a similar trip… just that they seemed to have brought home the entire market… I was overjoyed.

Later during the day, I went out for what was to be the most memorable lunch of the two decades I’ve spent on Earth. I’ll skip on the details…it’ll take forever. But looking at all the happy faces around, I realized how lucky I am to have people who love me with all their heart. Selfless love at that… only thing they expect in return is my smile… a silent acknowledgement of their efforts, the pains they took to make the day so special for me.

When you realize the fragility of your being, it hits you hard…like death…there is a certain finality to it… but you take an infinitely longer time to realize your strength. It doesn’t hit you like a cyclone… you soak it up slowly like the winter sunshine. It isn’t abrupt… it is in harmony with everything around you… and true friendship is one of your biggest strengths. I stumbled on this truth yesterday. Sitting there with my gang, digging into the pizzas, I loved life more than ever.  

Simply put, I was overwhelmed. And more than anything, this post is to celebrate the bond we share… to celebrate my friends… So here is a toast to you… my dearest dearies… Thank you for making me feel so loved… like I am a princess…
Thank you for the Choco -cake facial… it really made my skin glow…
Thank you for your thoughtful gifts… I’m still looking at each one of them…
And above all…Thank you for being the people you are… without you, my smiles wouldn’t have been happy enough…

And yes… Happy Birthday to me!!!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Farewells...


I came here, unmoulded clay
Washed up on your shores
You took me in, soft hands
Moulded me into who I am…

As I helped my brother gel up his hair for the school farewell…I couldn’t help but remember that time, a few hundred days ago, when I was getting ready for my own. I wasn’t suffering from the ‘I- don’t- want-to-leave-school’ syndrome. In fact, all I cared about was wearing a Saree, meeting friends and having a nice time. Little did I realize that farewells change lives… that this single day of dressing up like a young ladies and gentlemen would mark an important transition in our life…
It was not just the end of our school days… it was the end of a way of living… one where expectations were low, rules were flexible and the laughs came easy.

From the moment I stepped inside the school gates everything was different… the teachers who would glare at us if we talked in class, would reprimand us for low attendance (which was almost every other day)…met us with warm welcoming hugs… compliments flowed (champagne was not allowed) and all around me, I had friends, smiling their familiar smiles. I’d known them for just two years and yet somehow, I belonged. I felt safe.

Conveniently ignoring the ticking of the clock, we made memories… lots and lots of happy memories. I distinctly remember the ruckus we made while taking our class photograph. The whole school probably thought we’d lost our minds. None of us cared. But when the time to part came, the merry-making stopped. The spring in our steps disappeared… the smiles began to fade. I knew, I’ll probably never meet them again…save a few… and almost definitely not attend the same lectures again. The feeling was heart breaking… like I was losing something valuable.

The word ‘farewell’ and ‘good bye’ tasted bitter on my tongue. At last… I didn’t want to leave school. We promised we’ll meet up later but everyone knew better. True friendships endure the barriers of time and distance. But to put them to test is the toughest part of it. Each friend you lose leaves a void, where only memories remain.

But somewhere down the line I did  understand that farewells are not all about endings…they are about beginnings too… beginning a new life, with new dreams, new aspirations. To don the shoes of a young adult, you have to let go a kid’s shoes…and this is exactly what farewells do. They help you step into the bigger world with a confident stride. They help you prepare for the eventful journey your life is going to be. They are the sentries guarding the gates of your new life. All along, close to your heart, you have memories of that day you bid farewell to your loved ones.

After our last day at school, life became a roller coaster ride…a whirlwind of new people, new ideas, new expectations… we never got time to look back and think of all that was left behind…but I do think that all of us kept our old friends and memories safe in our strong rooms. Two years down the line, I realize that this is the way it is meant to be. We were neither the first batch of students nor the last to be given a farewell… what is important is holding on to the memories and the friends who were your life once…

Don't be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.
Richard Bach

Dedicated to you… J

P.S. That picture you see... it symbolizes the end of one path, our life at school, but it also gives us a peek at the whole wide world waiting to embrace us... 

Sunday, January 20, 2013

A Loveless World


We love to love...
Better still, we love being loved...
But what if,
We live in a loveless world?



A withered flower
Few shattered dreams
A broken heart
And unheard screams
Is the famed legacy
Love left me...

Long hours contemplating
What went wrong
Took you away
Snapped our bond
A dream felt
by my fluttering heart
Blown to smithereens
Before my eyes
Life's beautiful song
Silenced by this void...

Crying into the pillow
Night after dark night
Smudged tear tracks
Tell  all their plight
I yearn to hear your voice
Crave for your touch
Lose myself in those eyes
I once loved so much...

Caught in a storm
Within, about
This loveless world
No space for doubt
A broken heart
And unheard screams
Are all, left to me
By this cruel play of destiny...

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...

Monday, December 5, 2011

A Day Well Spent

Its been a long time since i wrote here...primarily because of all the work my college requires me to do...but yesterday was the day I just needed to write about! It was my day out with my best friend of 9 years (yes! that is half our lives..). Our little plan was to visit the Christmas Carnival on at the German House and come back home like sweet little girls...but that wasn't meant to be..if the two of us are meeting after so long...

We started our day auspiciously, with me waiting for her for nearly 20 minutes (don't kill me for putting this here..:) i can edit it out if you want..!!!)....and then going round and round the venue, unable to find it...Its really funny how Delhi people love giving wrong directions... For a ride of 30 minutes, we took nearly 60...nonetheless, we entered the venue with 100 watt smiles...finally made it!!!

The exhibition was one of the best i have seen, with super-yummy waffles, German beer ( we didn't taste it!), bookmarks and identical notebooks... There was one hairband with Santa Claus on top that i regret not buying...:( But lets move on...after going around the exhibition 6 times, we reluctantly moved out...On the road again, we decided to visit Connaught Place...hunger thundering in our bellies...

so our next stop was the Delhi Food Fest...From Germany, we found ourselves in a typical Delhi crowd, with people elbowing each other for the food coupons...Gone was the sophistication we had found ourselves drowned in just an hour ago...Have you ever had dal baati with chhole bhature?...try it..makes an awesome combination...

As if this wasn't enough, we went round the entire inner circle...not really window shopping...just talking and walking! Our last stop was the Youth Fest in the central park..too bad..we were two hours too early for it...

Trust me...we do a lot of random things together..our visits and trips are never planned...but this was something big even by our standards...a day so random that both of us will remember it for a long long time to come...especially because we both ended up wearing the same clothes, same color combination...That happens to us...

Dedicated to you, Nayantara Nath...