Sometimes, life is a bitch!

Oh my! The festival of Diwali appears to have come and gone in a jiffy! Once in a while I still hear an occasional crackle of a stray rocket or bomb. There are remnants of celebrations at the entrance of some homes; dried flower garlands hangings, dark coloured residues of disheveled rangolis, tiny pools of melted wax and ash discharged from colourful, designer diyas. The mood of festivity is slowly receding and I find myself wondering where last month has just flown by? 

For first time in life, Diwali turned out to be bleak for me and my family due to a tragedy. In a completely shocking turn, life caught us off-guard. My Mother in law was detected with colon cancer few weeks back and since, hell broke loose. She was operated upon successfully and is currently recuperating under our watchful eyes and intensive care but this tragic event and the trauma that has followed has shaken us to the core.

As such, dealing with cancer is a huge challenge and older the patient, more difficult it is to deal with them. More than the physical pain it is the psychological pain that causes suffering both to the patient and the immediate family which is most difficult challenge to cope up with. It is interesting how when such tragedies strike, we get to see the real strength of character of family. Each day, it is a struggle to get life back to as normal as possible. I know, it is a long journey and needs extraordinary strength, patience and understanding. 

I just hope and pray God to give us enough strength to get over this tragedy and move on without carrying any bitterness. 

The three most important lessons I have learnt in last four weeks are;

1) No matter what all and how much you might have genuinely helped others in life, and even if it is done out of goodness, without expecting anything in return, some of them WILL fail to show even basic courtesy without iota of guilt or shame, when you are dealing with difficult times and need moral support.

2) We are not supposed to always know the why behind the wisdom.

3)  Pain invites us to grow. 

"Whenever something negative happens to you, there is a deep lesson concealed within it.”

~Eckhart Tolle

Will Indian media start covering real heroes like Kailash Satyarthi?

As I write this article, I am deeply embarrassed. My head hangs in shame to learn about the news that should in fact make me feel proud. I know absolutely nothing about Mr.Kailash Satyavarti, an Indian unsung hero who won the Nobel Prize for peace recently. The pity is, I checked with many people but none of them have any clue about Mr. Kailash Satyavarti and his Bachpan Bachao Andolan! 

As an Indian, it hurts to accept the fact that I need a Nobel committee to introduce me to someone doing commendable work in my own country! There is huge dent on my ego to admit that I had not heard of him till the news broke about him being conferred upon the Nobel peace prize for 2014. This means I am not perhaps as well read and aware citizen as I take myself to be. It is also a reflection of us as society and the mainstream media, that fails to cover meaningful news that matter, its due coverage. 

A Bollywood celebrity getting a boob job done, a page three "socialite" or a scamster politician involved with corruption of billions catch more eyeballs ensuring readership/viewership and offers staple diet of insatiable titillation of sensation. Nobody is interested to read/write about crusaders against the real evils,the age old, never ending issues like child labour. Children as young as three work everywhere and have become so much part of our everyday existence that we no more find anything wrong with it or are moved by this evil. Try observing keenly on that long commute from home to office everyday and you would be shocked to notice how our traffic signals, road side shops, so many industries that we regularly depend on for our requirements thrive because of young children who work in inhuman condition for sake of their survival.

Amidst incessant buzz of Bollywood gossip, the ubiquity of sting operations, scams and ravenous paparazzi coverage of real stories of heroes like Kailash Satyarthi if at all coverd, stands awkwardly on some strange corner of inside page of the newspaper.   Indian media is enslaved to its obsession with Bollywood and self created heroes and incessantly keep embroiling the nation with trivia while someone who has been in public life for more than four decades, sustaining the relentless struggle for the cause close to his heart even at the risk to his own life, his unique work and commendable feat of saving 80,000 children from child labour goes almost unnoticed! 

It is time media woke up to the fact that there are many unsung heroes, whose work goes unnoticed because it completely lacks the sheen of sensation! 

Congratulations Mr. Kailash Satvarthi ! My salute to you and your noble work! 

                                      

Why I am kicked about the "swachh Bharat campaign"

I listened to the speech of the Indian Prime Minister, Mr. Narendra Modi on Gandhi jayanti, talking about his latest initiative "Swachh Bharat abhiyan". Being an obsessive, compulsive cleanliness junkie, I am absolutely thrilled to see someone of his stature finally talking up this serious matter and making an attempt to do something about it. 

I am not affiliated with any political party whatsoever nor am I impressed by Bollywood jamboree joining the bandwagon and cashing in photo opportunities and suddenly becoming concerned about this issue. Complete disregard for cleanliness in India has always been a matter of grave concern.  


Let's admit the blatant fact that we Indians lack basic civic /hygiene sense!  Whether it is on roads, bus stops, ticket queues or any public place for that matter, people have absolutely no respect for public property. There is no point in getting infuriated or defensive about this. The general lack of cleanliness and hygiene hits the eye wherever one goes in India — hotels, hospitals, malls, households, work places, railway trains, air planes and yes, even religious places! 

Spitting and littering appears to be so deeply ingrained in the behaviour of Indians that when one draws attention to it, it is often frowned upon. Filth no more affects us as we have accepted it as part of our everyday life! 

I remember an incident that is reflective of typical Indian mindset when it comes to cleanliness. Two years back, I had a guest from U.S.A, an Indian visiting me for few days. While taking him out for shopping he opened a mint case, popped a few in his mouth, offered me some and casually threw wrapper along with the Coke can out of the car window! Much to my shock and horror, there was no iota of guilt or shame on his face when I protested his action as he callously replied "when you go to India, do as Indians do. India is BIG garbage anyway! How does it matter?" The person came from extremely educated and affluent class. When I asked him if he would behave the same way back in U.S.A, he ignored my question completely!  

I am known for being an absolute compulsive cleanliness freak. And whenever I come across such uncivilized behaviour, my blood starts brewing! (Unfortunately, that happens quite frequently during the day.)  

There have been many instances when I have seen rich, educated folks in their expensive, luxury cars spitting and littering the roads. Try stopping them and I bet you would be greeted with their middle finger salutations or shameless verbal abuse! 

There is a lack of enforcement which in turn is fed by a lack of social pressure which in turn is fed by a lack of attitude to do things on one's own.  In my observation and experience, in India, children are rarely taught to clean up after themselves: not the messed up floors, not the dirty dishes, not the outside streets. Since we don't clean it up ourselves, and tend to expect someone else to do it (whether the municipality for the streets and garbage, the domestic help for the dishes, floors etc), our mindset is, cleaning is someone else's job. That is definitely a huge contributor.

Lack of law enforcement is another contributor.  If the police or the respective civic bodies decide to strictly enforce the laws/ initiatives against littering, people will have to comply. We are stuck in a chicken and egg type of spiral. There is no civic sense because there is no enforcement and there is no enforcement because people in charge of it don't see value in civic sense! Lets face it. Indians are the most indisciplined and arrogant on roads, public places and don't even flinch while  spitting, dumping or vandalizing public/common property, including historical monuments.

If there is a ranking of countries in respect of observance of standards of sanitation and hygiene, one can be sure that India would figure close to the bottom. Whenever there are problems with garbage, or spread of disease, we quickly blame some politician or civic body albeit, they are to be blamed but, why don't we as a society take some steps to make these civic bodies or politicians work? 

It is time to own up to our civic responsibilities. It is time to own up to our country. Let us not see "Swachh Bharat abhiyaan" only in political light.  We owe it to our Nation, methinks. 

  

When life jolts your plan

I am emotionally bit wobbly as I write this article today. Before me, are two travel bags packed a week in advance with great enthusiasm and anticipation for the five days vacation that was going to start from tomorrow. This is the third time our holidays got cancelled due to some reason or other and I find it so frustrating!

Since last week, I have been busy whizzing around like a dervish, trying to accomplish more work than my usual set goals in everyday routine. The reason being, I was to go to Pondycherry for few days with hubby, for whom getting even a day off from work is extremely difficult. People, who know me closely, know how badly I have always wished to visit that place since long but somehow it just never materialized! There is some strange pull, something undefinable that is calling me to that place!

I was brimming with joy, planning our trip, doing the research on places to visit, happy with hubby for finally giving me some time alone, looking forward to catching up with friends at Chennai, making my list of things to shop for, trying to accommodate as many cultural events as we could possibly fit in the short span. And just when everything was set, we heard news of political unrest and incidents of violence in Tamilnadu.  

Our tickets and hotel bookings have been cancelled. I need great courage to unpack those bags without letting tears roll down my cheeks. I know, many things in life don't go as planned. Not everything works out as we hope. There are many reasons for this and usually what seems like an awful turn of events might make perfect sense in the future. But there are some plans that are much dear to your heart. Long cherished plans for which you work hard, prepare everything that needs to be done and beyond and still you don't get to see them fulfilled as unfortunately things just don't work out for some strange reasons beyond your control.

I feel dejected and guess no pep talk or even divine intervention is going to work for me. This is one of those rare moments for me when it is difficult to love life.   

I hereby tender my resignation ...

It was during my photography session at Hanging garden, I came across the realization that was brewing inside me since quite some time. I feel like quitting everything! And travel around the world all alone without having to worry about anything or anyone. Yeah, that's true, I am possessed with this  irresistible desire.    

I don't know why suddenly, looking at the very old, beautiful iron chain surrounding a monument near my bench, I felt rusted. I felt stuck deeper into a hole that I would perhaps never be able to escape. Amidst the beautiful energy all around came this poignant moment when my heart revolted and convinced my mind to give it a serious thought, causing endless cerebral chaos which is still difficult to silence. 

I shared this experience with my friends who laughed it off as predicted:

"Are you nuts?" 

"You can't!!!" "Period!" 

"But, why????!!! 

You have such a BEAUTIFUL life!" "What a loving family!!" 

(I admit, I do have a very blessed and privileged life. And many would kill to live my life.) My friends were polite enough not to call me insane on my face  but were infuriated and upset with me for having such "crazy" thoughts. Not surprised by their reactions though, here I am, ranting my views.

I sometimes wonder why it is wrong to listen to your heart! After fulfilling all my duties in various roles in my personal and professional life successfully, completing twenty four years in my marriage, having brought up a wonderful son who I am very proud of, why is it looked down upon if I am honest in saying I am tired of it all? Does it make me a bad person? I am seriously sick of putting everyone else before me and in the process ignore myself completely. Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to play victim here, in serious need to attention or sympathy. My life is result of choices I made and not once I have regretted having made those choices! 
                                                                   
I am really tired of never ending series of being frazzled by all the duties at home and work and running around endlessly to ensure they are performed well! What is the point in earning an enviably great life if you don't have time to live it? 

The voice inside me is asking me to break all the self imposed shackles and be honest and true to myself. For a change, I wish to put myself first in my priority list, explore life on my own without feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. My inner voice is telling me to make this change and go for it ASAP. Does that make me selfish?