Death and its life lessons

For the first time, I experienced an emotion that I cannot name, it is an emotion that I could not merely express in words. I have been feeling this emotion ever since I heard the news of my father’s death. Dealing with the departure of a family member is not only tough but emotionally excruciating.

My dad always told me, “You must be Independent. What if I am not there tomorrow? ” He never helped me out with anything that I asked him for, he always encouraged me to learn by doing it myself, by making mistakes.

My father passed when I was independent in every sense of the word, then why is his passing still unbearably painful? I lost my mother when I was very young and my dad was all that I had. Being a pragmatic person, I always told myself that my father would one day cease to exist physically, yet I cannot come to terms with the fact that he is gone now.

“Time will heal” they say. This is inversely working on me, with time, I only want him more. I miss him more today than yesterday and I know that tomorrow will be worse. It’s been 15 long years that my Mom passed and I still have dreams of her miraculously coming back alive. Time has not helped in any way. All rationale and logic seems invalid while grieving for a loved one.  It is an irreversible pain and definitely does not fade with time. I wake up every morning with hope that my dad’s death was an ugly night mare and that he would be standing in front of me, beaming. Alas!

Its almost like I had a crash course on life with so many lessons learnt, ever since he died. They say that everything has two sides to it, for a long time I could not see what is the positive side to this. But there is one, my dad’s death has brought me face – first to reality. I now truly understand that we are individuals “playing our part”, like Shakespeare said. We are all independent units struggling to finish our race successfully and the people around us like family, friends and loved ones are all crutches that we take support from, to make our journey smoother. They have their own destinations and struggles and we just happen to be in the same place and at the same time.

I’ve learnt that, we must be the best version of ourselves with everyone around us, you never know when their roads will turn in another direction. If someone is being a road block, I bypass them. Speed breakers and traffic signals are all part of life. You will slowly get to your destination, whenever you have to. And the worst/best part about this journey is that, we don’t really know what our destination is, may be that’s how the word ‘destiny’ came about.

Life is fragile.

Wish you a Safe journey!

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A Christian Yogi

I had already once written how I made workout part of my life and I have to admit that for a long time(1.5 years) in between, I did not religiously workout. It is 2 months now that I have got back to working out regularly and I am back to getting addicted to this routine. I started running and cycling alternatively and have also squeezed in yoga sessions at least once/ twice a week.

The feeling that you have after an intense yoga session is unmatched to any other workout regime. I have tried all other forms of workouts, they are good and make you feel great too but, the high after a yoga session is inexpressible.

I feel calmer, my spine feels charged up, I have no cravings and I can feel a tingling sensation (almost orgasmic) all over my body. I cannot bend like an elastic band or get into awe – inspiring flexible poses but, Yoga has a special place in my life.

It is much more than a physical activity. Yoga has helped me deal with depression, mental tensions, overcome my fears and perform way beyond I thought I was capable of. Yoga is almost medicinal to me, it helped me cure pains and other irregularities in my body.

I really cannot write a post on how yoga makes me feel because words will fall short of the explanation. It is a feeling that helps you find peace, in all aspects of life, amidst all the chaos. Literally.

Recently, I read some articles about how Yoga is detrimental to the faiths of non –   Hindus. I am a christian and I vouch for yoga. I practice Christianity and still love yoga. You don’t have to belong to a particular religion to practice something that is good for you. It is proclaimed in all faiths that we need to respect and keep our bodies in good health and yoga does just that. All the gods will be happy!

I am so glad that I belong to a country where this practice originated.

Happy Yoga. 🙂

Maa..

I do not know why I feel like writing about this today but, now that I am a mother myself, I fully comprehend what my mother would’ve felt like, when she knew her days were numbered and that her children, from a very young age would be deprived of their mother’s love, time and attention.

She would often tell me ” I am not going to live too long. I am sick and will be leaving you soon. You are the older one, you must look after your younger sister and your father when I am gone.” As a girl of 10, I never took it seriously. I would jokingly tell her. “Okay, but I am scared of ghosts, Don’t haunt me when you die.” She would laughingly say “Why would you be scared of your mother’s ghost?” and hide me in her embrace. I cannot fathom what a strong woman she must’ve been to have conversations like these with her little daughter. I knew that my mom was scared for her children, the fact that she wouldn’t be able to aid her daughters grow into adulthood made her feel terrible.

We would go to the hospital for her treatment and she would feel bad about us spending our playtime at the hospital. To make up for it, as soon as she was done with her treatment, no matter how frail she felt, she cooked food that we loved and took us out to play as often as she could.

The unwelcome day had come, sometime mid – September in 2002, when my mom’s life just slipped out of this world and she succumbed to cancer. I was still too young to comprehend what I had lost. Now, when I feel that unconditional love towards my daughter, I wish that I should’ve also experienced that purest love for a little longer.

 

My story: Fat to Fit!

How much more clichéd could the title get? But, its no joke to get fit from being fat. It takes years of hard work, a rock solid determination and a single relationship status (haha, you’ll know why). Of course things like tears, discomfort, fatigue, pain and all other side effects are sure to be part of the struggle but is the end result worth it? Is it really worth the pain? Well Continue reading

Texting my resolution!

The world has changed, heaps and bounds, lots of factors have contributed to the change some for No phonegood and some not so good. Not to mention, the advent of technology has revolutionised the world. What a clichéd statement this is!

Of all the inventions, the one that I am appalled (read unhappy) by the most is, the mobile phone. What a change it has brought about!

The world is in our hands now. Sometimes in silent, sometimes vibrating or sometimes vibrating while ringing.

Well, candle lit dinners have come to become mobile lit dinners, at least one of the two at a dinner date is fiddling with their phone.

Bed lights have been replaced by mobile phone lights. Yes! Slipping into slumber while texting, talking or watching a video has become a way of life.

We wake up to the call of the mobile phone alarm – I don’t know if I can risk this. I am bound to get late to office if the alarm on my phone is not set.

We depend on our phones to be updated with the world.

The conventional love letters which were sometimes scented, colourful and accompanied by gifts have been successfully replaced by Texts and FB statuses.

We go to places that are worthy of ‘checking in’ on social media, so our friends would feel like “Oh My! Wow! Even she has been here and I still haven’t visited this place.”

Birthdays are synonymous to phone days. Phone parties replaced actual physical parties that used to be so much fun. Either your phone rings, you get a text/whatsapp/Viber calls/Skype/ Tango/Hangout/we chat/hjsgfhgasf/ieutueyytr/87jdgk or you receive FB notifications. Not only that, we also get offended when someone types HBD instead of a full Happy Birthday.

Arghhh and this, I hate the most. When my flow of conversation is broken by the ring of a phone, either mine or the one I am talking to. And after the “I am so sorry, I had to take this call” either I forget what I was talking about or don’t find any importance in continuing it from where it had stopped.

Why?? Why are we getting enslaved by a phone? A gadget that was created with the idea of making communication easier has become the only mode of communication for humans now. No doubt that a phone is a useful device but haven’t we reached a stage of abuse now? Have we forgotten that phones are also equipped with a switch off button?

A phone call has been chosen over a discussion with me. A video has been chosen over a conversation. A movie has been chosen over a lazy(read happy) day at home. Listening to music has been chosen over observing the world around you. You can forget your close circle’s birthdays, but not your cell phone back at home when you go out.

Sometimes, death has been chosen over life. Texting/ talking over the phone while driving. Not everybody has got a second chance.

I am sure, in my ignorance, I have done the same with others.

I am a victim. I am around many more victims. We all need to recover from this epidemic.

I don’t usually make resolutions, but this one, I must make. I am going to be a judicious mobile phone user in 2015. I am texting myself this resolution so that I remember.

Are we guilty?

Are we guilty?

Plastic – Not fantastic!

Plastic Soup: According to The Independent, a British Newspaper, there is a path that is identified in the Pacific Ocean, which is a layer of trash floating on the sea and is roughly 80% plastic. This patch is twice the size of the continental United States. This patch is popularly known as the Plastic Soup.

Plastic can easily be declared an epidemic. Plastic world, plastic faces and plastic smiles. Although these examples are figurative, even literally, everything we see, touch and feel today is plastic. The frame of the monitor you are looking at is plastic, the keyboard you use, mouse, the bottle you drink water from, chairs and practically everything we use. Plastic has revolutionised the world and has invaded our lives. Sadly, it is creating such an adverse effect on the environment to the point of being irreversible. The prominence of plastic pollution is correlated with plastics being inexpensive and durable.

Plastic pollution is not only a problem for the earth but is bad for our health as well. Plastic does not degrade. Even after a 500 – 1000 years, it leaves behind small particles called plastic dust which is making way into our food now. Some of the compounds in plastic are found to have altered hormones and has other potential health effects on humans. Did you know that over the last ten years, we have produced more plastic than the whole of the last century?

Manufacturing plastic emits considerable amounts of pollution and the product is non – bio degradable. In other words, it is difficult to produce and nearly impossible to get rid of once produced.

  • Over 1 Trillion plastic bags are used every year worldwide.
  • 1 Million Plastic bags are used every minute.
  • A single plastic bag can take up to 1000 years to degrade.
  • Plastic bags remain toxic even after they break down.
  • Every square mile of the ocean has about 46,000 pieces of plastic floating in it.

 It is highly impossible to say do not use plastic and stop manufacturing plastic. We have reached a point when we cannot imagine eliminating plastics from our lives completely but we must ensure that the plastic we use does not abuse the environment. As much as possible, we must reuse plastic.

What you can do to reduce plastic pollution:

  1. Use cloth bags instead of plastic bags. Or carry your own plastic bags to the supermarket or when you go shopping.
  2. Use glass jars for storage instead of plastic.
  3. Prefer to buy products that are packaged in boxes or paper than in plastic.

 

Reckless Raju

Raju came to work on a Monday morning after having a relaxed Sunday. With his renewed energy, he was sure to impress his clients with his work this week. He had his plan and timeline sorted out and was all set to make this week a productive one.

An email landed in his inbox asking him to attend a Fire training the following day for an hour. He brushed it aside disinterestedly and looked at seemingly more important emails. He was not ready to spend his time on anything else apart from his work. He nicely stacked all his important documents on the table and took pride at analysing how much work he has completed. On Wednesday, while Raju was busy at work, he could smell something. He did not pay much attention and continued working. His team rushed into his room and alerted him of a fire and ran out disappearing. He took a few seconds to realise what was happening and ran for his life ultimately.

He did not know which way to run and where to find the emergency alarm. Soon he remembered there was one in his room and ran back to his room. He found his room in a smoky mess. His neatly piled stack of documents were on fire. He did not know how to save them from turning into ashes. Composing himself, he realised there was no way he can ring the alarm as his room was engulfed in fire. He turned around to go back to the corridor to walk out and he saw that the corridor was too smoky to walk through it. He managed to reach the emergency exit only to realise that in the previous week he had placed a cupboard against the emergency exit and so his escape was blocked. His head started to spin imagining himself being burnt down. He rushed back to his room which was a relatively better place to be at.

He then heard violent tapping on the window and he opened it to see the fire respondents come to rescue him. He was safely taken out of his room through the window and was administered first aid.

The next week when work resumed, Raju was apologetic to his client while explaining to him the fire that broke out at his work place which is why work had to be redone furthering the delay.

In his mind, he was guilty of bypassing multiple safety systems due to mere carelessness. He promised himself never to bypass safety systems merely to save time.