Meandering......
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Celebrating a blue day......
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Inside-out.....
The weather is one thing that prompts me to write. Good weather always encourages some sort of reflection. It’s not sunny. It’s cool but at lunchtime, it feels like a crisp, fresh morning. This for some reason takes me back to a journey in January.
Pd, Bhavi and I were traveling to Mumbai from Patna by train. It was a two-night journey. Our train from Patna station left past 12am. It was winter at it’s coldest and we were wrapped up in more layers than we could count. Had we been dressed in red, we could’ve given Santa a run for his money. Like us, our suitcases were also over-stuffed. Bhavi was asleep so she was another bundle (of joy:) that we were carrying.
Maybe it was the darkness, the chill, the stress of hoping that we would get on the train on time or knowing that we would have to wait on the bridge and then rush down with only 15mins in hand - but we seemed to be more wary of those around, than usual. I blew out a warm cloud of mist from my mouth into the cold air, and thought, ‘should we have booked flight tickets?…we had thought a train would be more reliable in the fog….’. We continued to walk with our guards up, trudging up the railway stairs, trying to keep up with the gentlemen and our suitcases. Trying to remember that we needed to pick up drinking water before we got on the train. Trying to cover Bhavi’s ears that kept wriggling out of her cap.
As we walked down the stairs, senses alert, someone kept calling out from behind. At first we didn’t hear. Then we didn’t think that someone was calling us. When we turned around, a man rushed down the stairs. He pulled out a hand from his thin shawl, held out a piece of folded paper. He asked us if it was ours. As we took it from him, we realized it was the print out of our tickets….. This gentleman had seen it fall from Pd’s pocket and had walked a considerable way, out of his way, trying to give it back to us. At that point, we could’ve hugged him!
Also at that point it struck me how easy it is for us, like in warm clothing, to get wrapped up in our own selves. While defenses often protect us, they also stop us from seeing the whole picture. I’ve been hearing a lot lately that our external world is a mirror of our internal world; of what’s going on inside us. Sometimes everything looks threatening and non- welcoming. But on a cold night, when we see through the cloud of mist that we’ve blown, we see things more clearly.
We sat safely and snugly on the train after that…trusting that all was well in the world and that wonderful people surrounded us. And guess what? We kept on bumping into the most helpful people all the way to Mumbai!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Of magic and miracles
This is after a gap of many years...... but, as always, straight from the heart.....
As I sat in the flight, I clutched onto the ancient master, Lao Tzu’s book and checked on Bhavi who was holding a crossword for children. (She can’t do crosswords yet, but loves recognizing letters). There was only one word filled in her crossword. It said ‘master’. I smiled at the book in my lap. The moment was magical and perfect.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The wonder years.....
PD and I are two very different personalities (He's the rock star of the house and I love being invisible sometimes), but we have some things in common; we're both the sentimental sorts... generally the type who love films about kids, can cry through entire movies and whose favourite de-stressors are the series of Friends and when in a more retrospective mood, the Wonder Years.
Monday, June 30, 2008
The waiting game.....
Of late I've been pondering: what do we spend most of our lives doing? At the risk of generalising, it occurred to me that despite always being busy, we spend a lot of our time, if not most of it, 'waiting'. It starts off with waiting (and working towards) good exam results. Then admission into a prestigious college. A grand entrance into a profession of choice. We then wait for Mr./ Ms. Right to strut right along. Wait for marriage. Wait for the promotion that was promised. Wait for an enviable bank balance. Wait to plan a family. Holidays and travel. Wait for a better job, a better house, better home help...a better life...
And sooner than we know it, we 've accomplished something- a career, a family and if we're lucky, maybe both. But we don't feel accomplished enough. For some reason, life has become extremely complex. We have more than our fair share with respect to most around, yet there is this niggling restlessness....
Maybe it is the incessant waiting for 'something big' to happen that creates the 'unhappiness' - the reason why we never really like our jobs, don't like having to decide what to cook for dinner or being stuck with the washing or running around after the family. Maybe it's because we've lost track of what we're waiting for that we lose patience with loved ones.
It occurs to me that in our preoccupation with what we could be doing instead of what we are doing, we ride roughshod on our own lives and the things that matter the most. When there is no time, we wish we could travel, paint, sleep for hours in the afternoon, nod off over a good book, do pottery or play with pets and laugh with kids. But when there is time, we feel we should be doing something more worthwhile. But whose idea of worthwhile is it?
Somewhere there is a need to stop. Pause. Be silent. Realise that this is life. The everyday, maybe sometimes mundane is what life is all about. The sun is shining. The rain is still beautiful. The trees are a lovely shade of green. The breeze still feels nice. Something as simple as going to the gym and listening to good music on the treadmill can be a high point. It's alright to stop worrying and waiting.
Maybe life is not about 'arriving' and I may be forgiven for the cliche; maybe it is about the journey. Life could possibly be about 'being in the moment' (another cliche?); sharing a joke with a friend/ husband or wife; about paying complete attention when a child smiles at us; about stopping to say hi to a neighbour or even taking our dog for a walk. Maybe it's about singing along terribly to a favourite song or taking time out to talk to one person who we otherwise would not notice. Maybe it's about meeting each new day knowing that we can see life through the eyes of one more person.
In fact it's quite liberating to think that life is not always about that 'big something' or the extraordinary but it is the sum total of all the ordinary, small things put together-the brush strokes that create the whole picture in it's full magnificence.
I could take a leaf out of my daughter's book. She plays all day- that's her work. When she sees someone she loves, she laughs out loud as if she's seen them after years, even though it's been just ten minutes. She looks at everything around her, as if for the first time, marvelling at each sight, sound and smell. My almost 14 month old daughter- knows what life is all about.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
A bout of forgetfulness.....
Hope you enjoy this. I certainly wish i had written more when i was expecting. Next time maybe!
"I finally did get out of the house this morning---at 10am...I'd been trying to lock the door since 9.45.
I got out, locked the door, got in the lift and waited to go downstairs- i waited....and waited some more....meanwhile I remembered that I'd forgotten to take my medicines.....so i decided that I'd go back to the 6th floor to get them. That's when I realized that we'd never left the 6th floor.
No sweat- it happens.People do forget to press the keys in the lift.
I then got out of the lift and opened the door, rummaged around for the keys- after trying all the keys I managed to get in the house again.
Thought I'd save time so just packed my medicines in my bag....noting to myself that I should not forget the keys on my way out.
Great. I got out of the house and carefully remembered to lock the lock. And awesome- the lift was still in the 6th floor.
Oops.But what's this? My wallet was not in my bag. Ok... so i go through half the keys again to open the door. The girl next door (yes PD they're still there) asked if she should still hold on to the lift. I asked her to go ahead- why delay her, haina.
So now I'm inside the house to check if I've left the wallet on the shoe rack. No it's not there. What's this under my arm then?......Now slightly flustered, i grab my wallet from my armpit and get the hell out of the house
Lock the door. Get in the lift. Press "G", make sure i have my wallet and keys in the wallet and the wallet in the bag.
As you can imagine, I took the cab to office today..a pregnant girl has to make up for lost time right?
Quizzically your's.
p.s. By the way, Amrita from my department saw me for the first time in weeks, today. she says.."you're looking adorably cute.....you were really thin before weren't you?" What does that mean? Am i cute or fat or both?!? "
Friday, March 14, 2008
A class apart?
I don't remember what we used to talk about when we were in college or growing up, but from conversations, I distinctly get the feeling that we have grown up. From now on when I use the term 'we', I use it very loosely. I am a part of the 'we' in some contexts and a mere spectator in others (where I am totally left behind and actually "me-and-erring").
I notice that of late, as a peer group we finally seem to be getting a hold on finances or at least giving it importance. The budget interests us; we see ourselves as tax-payers. We see the value in buying a house or investing in property; we don't want to pay rent anymore. We are concerned when the stock market crashes. We figure that instead of buying this or that we could invest the same amount. All in all what seemed very boring at one time, is well....what we now talk about.
That's alright, but often have you noticed that a little devil called snobbery, whether we realise it nor not, ever so subtly pops it's head in, . "Where did you buy that house? In the suburbs? Hmm..we were thinking we'll take the plunge for one in South Mumbai/ Delhi. You haven't bought a plasma TV yet? I guess our 'double income' helps....Haven't you planned that foreign holiday yet....check out my pics on orkut..the one in the Swiss Alps...you should do it sometime... ...I mostly fly business class...I cashed in on my accumulated miles....Its so difficult breaking off from work; my blackberry doesn't help."
I wonder whether it is this innocent banter and sharing of the latest in our lives that later on creates barriers in allowing a broader set of people into our little coterie. Does this lead to a 'class - consciousness' that we didn't recognise earlier when we were in school, college and in the earlier years of work life? Is this how stereotypes are formed?........Is this growing up?