When Nature Whispers

 

When nothing works out, an evening walk works the best. The cool breeze and the gentle rustling of leaves and the orange evening sky painted by the sun. It is in these moments of serenity nature seemed utterly magnificent.!

The bright sun all ready to hide beneath the thick carpet of clouds, Gorgeous full moon frisking to brag her mesmerizing beauty. Birds returning to their nest forming V-shaped patterns across the sky. The cold breeze brushed against my face making my hair dance to its tune. In the distance hurrying motorist resembled school children rushing back home after school bell. Everything seemed to set in perfect harmony.

The friendly book Wala who waved me “hi,akka” , all set to wrap his book stall off pavement. Amidst all the books one title caught my eye

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail" by Cheryl Strayed

I quickly grabbed the book and read the synopsis it is about a girl with no experience or training, driven only by blind will, decides to hike more than a thousand miles of the Pacific Crest Trail from the Mojave Desert through California and Oregon to Washington State—and she would do it alone.

And it fascinated me! No second thoughts, an undeniable urge to own it. However, a quiet bit of guilt that enveloped me. My book shelves already had tons of pending books and one more it. I reluctantly dropped the book down and continued to walk back. But all the while intrigued by the girl, what determination she had, her tenacity in facing the obstacles, and her incredible power of determination.

More thoughts kept popping in Did she do it all alone? What would she have done if there is a cloud burst? How would she have handled snow storm? What if she encountered wild life? Numerous questions came in successively.

Coming home in my laptop I set to research more about the book. Have I missed it? Will he have it tomorrow? I had conflicting feelings I wanted it as well as I did not want to invest.

During my inquiry I stumbled upon something called Tsundoku. It is the phenomenon of acquiring reading materials but letting them pile up in one's home without reading them. It is also used to refer to books ready for reading later when they are on a bookshelf.

More fascination on way! What a different way of looking up things. And during this time, I discovered this term called Anti-library!  It is an art of accumulating books which you want to read and have not read! A constant reminder that we need to know more and read more rather than taking pride in what we know.

Yes, when nothing works out universe has a beautiful way of communicating things to you

ALL YOU NEED IS TO STOP, LISTEN AND OBSERVE!

My Loving Blank page

 

Blank Page!! Yes, this is one such place where you could just be yourself. You can just pour your heart out without being judged a little bit.

My dating with this blank page started couple of years ago when I started this blog. This blog of mine has seen my happiness, sorrow, failure, jealously, pride, hatred, broken promises everything. But still when I reach out here, I feel I am being embraced by open arms willing to adore me with all my imperfection.

I have given it too many promises like to clean up the blog posts, to do an amazing makeover of UI and most of all to visit it on a regular basis.

Though I have breached all of this, this wonderful blank page of mine is always open, receptive and showers unconditional love on me.

Yes, we all need a blank page in our lives, it could be a trust worthy person, a small piece of paper, a slate, or your loving blog.

Allow your blank page to pamper you and relive you of your stress and move ahead with joy.

Teach young minds to write, for nothing can substitute a blank page!

My Little Sphere Of Influence

And now the research begins. I could just retract some few years  back when I visited dozens of play school, just to be convinced that my little daughter is with right hands.

I could vividly remember the first day when I was so unsure whether my little one would be taken care properly, standing outside the whole 1 hr. in case, she needed me.

And now here I am looking out for best colleges out there! Again, now worried that she must be with the right peers!

Yes, you heard me right! Right peers! But why am I worried about right peers? After all, these kids are the same age, but why am I worried? I could hardly remember my parents reverberating any of these. Why am I? I am supposed to be in one of the more technologically advanced world than my parents, where everything is available in a click of a button.

Have we got so absorbed in technology that we forgot to cement out relationships with our little ones?

As I walked into the enormous campus of the university, I just remembered the unlimited exposure and the freedom with which it is going to be prescribed.

And now, why has this generation become so vulnerable? is that unrestricted access to technology? Has the technology become a bane? Could we just say and move away blaming on the generation? As parents, we do have a role to play.

Yes, but this role has to be played collectively. It could just be a fire next door now, but soon it will have an effect in ours as well. We cannot attribute everything to the next generation and go away.

It’s time that we all act with definite social responsibilities. It’s time that we befriend our young adults and guide them without expecting anything in return. Lets try and control our sphere of influence and leave the rest, for the universe to take care.

Dedicated to all anxious parents who are worried about their sphere of influence.

 

 

 

Letter From A MOM

It was the final board practicals, the celebration is already in the air. Soon it's time for final exams.As i start to prepare myself to brace it. I could see my little one making plans for future. Always a little one for the MOM's! Time flies.It just seemed yesterday when i held the delicate bundle in my hand. Memories of us playing together with blocks,puzzles,clay and fun time in parks flashed. The day when we bought her the first Tri-cycle,to the First day of her Pre-school,First all-rounder award,First time when she receited Bhagavath Gita,First skating competetion,First music program,i could keep adding on. Our late night movie times with ice creams,fun time in bikes! What all could i add and do away with. Now my little chick is all getting ready to leave the nest,leaving me with lovely memories reverberating every single moment. A part of my mommy-hood refusing to accept and starts to play the protective role,the other practical “me” graciously welcoming the successful future waiting to engulf her! Torn between the two,with fond memories and heavy heart my prayers for my little one will always be to stay happy and healthy. And i will always want her to know, come what may she could always fly back to the nest which is always ready to embrace her with open hands!

As I Meander Through My Imperfect Life

Perfect! Does the word have any one synonym? Isn’t it very subjective? Where and why, I am looking for perfection everywhere? As I closely began to retrospect my past, gloom descended, and slowly Gyan too. Nature gives us some beautiful unspoken rules, to listen, to hear, and follow. one of them being that traits to be happy are not inherited, but acquired. As I start looking out in nature, does the sunrise and set at the same time, nope! Does that mean my source of energy is imperfect? Oops! Rains?? Is there a start and end time for that? Does that mean my source of water is imperfect? Well. Whom and why am I judging? Slowly things began to shape up in my mind. As humans, we experience an array of emotions. Love, fear, joy, sadness, jealousy, guilt, anger, faith pride…what a spectrum. Now a little more introspection into myself! my coffee doesn’t taste the same every day, my therapeutic rasam doesn’t taste and smell the same every day! And isn’t it the flavour of life? Looking out for surprises and adventures! From a SAHM(stay-at-home mom) to a working mom as I meander through my imperfect life why am I pointing fingers to find perfection? Isn’t it the very beauty of life to be imperfect? Piercing silence ensued. At that minute it seemed as if I have wrecked my whole passion. The very urge for me to work is to get closer to technology. Does it really matter how my fellow mates react and work when I am there to be engulfed in the whole new world of technology? Sharp, crisp images flashed across my mind, it then dawned on me they lived in a beautiful bubble and I chose to share that space with them. Moments I had thrown tantrums like a 5-year-old, turbulent arguments like a teenager to heated debates like a young youth all these flashed and gloom descended on me like a cover of dense grey fog on a cold wintery morning. And at all these times I had my wonderful mentor refusing to leave my hand but at the same time allowing me to experience the roller coaster of life. I could realize unconditional love despite the bruises and scars. What have I done? Have I taken things for granted? And it was time to let go.... My rebellion stemmed from me, trying to find my own identity, which I was trying to express in an exaggerated fashion. while I was trying to find myself, my wonderful mentor stood there for me patiently waiting for me to grow up. As I looked myself into the mirror I saw a reflection of an unsure naïve girl, trying to find her own identity. Now all I want is to take a step back and watch this still unsure of whether I am going to be accepted once again or whether my career is heading towards a pause or full-stop. While we glorify and acknowledge our triumphs we also need to acknowledge and accept our failures. As I stay perturbed thinking about whether the bubble has shrunk and I need to create my own bubble yet another time, I do not have an answer. I now leave it to the very nature to take its course for a pause or a full stop. Dedicated to my wonderful mentors who had been with me in my storms!

Where are we heading …?

The doorbell rang the third time. It was the courier boy, all set to get my autograph and leave the books. It was my first graders books. She was already off to school. Day after day she had waited eagerly for every door bell to check if it were her books that is getting delivered.

With the parcel at hand, I just found a comfortable place where I could do the check list. Just a matter of few minutes everything was done, now comes the massive job of covering these!

As I got myself to work, I just recalled those good old days.

Our school generally closed on April 12 or 13 a day before the Tamil New year’s day. Though we collected our report cards on that day, we were given dates for each class to collect their wards books. It usually starts by May beginning and closes by mid of May.

I could still feel how excited the mornings of that special day were. We friends generally plan a particular time and coax our parents to come the same time. Though there used to be long queues, we used to sneak out to the corners leaving our parents on the queue. Some of us would be exaggerating on the vacations we went and few chalking out the entire trip schedule we were to. We used to visit the school canteen for a little snack and catch up with rest of the stories.

Back to the queue we would excitedly scroll through our new books discussing how tough the year ahead is going to be!

At home I used to enjoy covering my books along with my mother. Choosing the brown cover and most importantly the cartoon labels and see my names on the new books made my day. And at the same time we learnt the art of covering the books too!

But somehow I had a feeling that today’s children were deprived of these simple pleasures. Is the online mantra the secret thief?or the current new gen education system?

Though the school closes by April, the next years syllabus are up during March, which means they start their next class before the end of vacation. During the vacations today’s children are bombarded with home works and worksheets with their Formative Assessment starting just after the school.

Gone are those days when holidays were meant to be spent at Grandparents house. Indulging in your favorite food , playing through the day, listening to grand ma stories , having dinner at terrace with moonlight at its full brim, sharing our bed  with our cousins where all done with such fun and happiness.This did obviously develop our social skills free of cost and most importantly we it learnt unaware.

No wonder in today's world we run to shops to find grand ma stories,look out for public speaking programs and  take children to play homes so that they learn to mingle with other kids.

 we bombard the children with too many streamlined classes. Isn’t it funny that we send our children to personality development classes? Aren’t we all aware that social skill needs to be practiced like any other skill?

A phone bell put an abrupt end to my musings, it was a parent of my little ones friend, who called me inquire if I know someone whom she could outsource the wrapping job.

 we are so tuned to outsourcing things that we never realize its actual value. Soon there would be day where the technology would definitely over power us and a day would come where we need to send our children to classes to learn moral values, ethics and basic human relations.

Isn't the purpose of life is to live to its brim rather than merely existing? will we ever stop this mad chase? 

As I journey my Imperfect life 

  

It was a bright Sunday morning. The fragrant aroma of filter coffee percolated the entire room. As I served my husband his cup, my eyes were all on him, just waiting to see his first reaction. Before I could sip mine I was already waiting for a compliment. As I was about to sip mine, I heard him say “hey, what happened, the sugar seems too abnormal” and that was the most unpleasant comment, I was not prepared to take it.

Ready for my counter I replied “is that so, taking in another sip from mine, it was just perfect for me”

I felt glad as I buried myself in the headlines of the newspaper. An uncanny headlines caught my attention. "12 year old boy ran away from home".  My heart raced as I scanned for further details.

It was one of those cases where the parent is found hyperactive! Increase in pressure to perform in various classes and obsession to high marks and grades had made the boy elope.

As a parent we always crave for perfection with our children. But if we do a bit of self-assessment, dig deep into one self we would find a lot of procrastination and indiscipline

•  How many times a week would we have snoozed the alarm knowing we would be late, but we fail to accept when our little one asks for five minutes extra during playtime because we love perfection!
• There were times when our own favorite food sounded boring and dull and craved for something new, but do we accept it when our little one puts in a stubborn foot to his/her all-time favorite?
• That moment when boss cancels our vacation due to a significant meeting at office sounds ridiculous but it seems definitely OK when we break our promises with our little one        
• The time when we quit our gym sessions to have an extra dose of sleep is perfect but when our little one skips a music session seems a great taboo.

It is obviously one of the fore most duty of a parent to discipline the child. But let it happen with fun. Mistakes do happen and let it happen. Letting things go off once in a while is OK after all we are not programmed Robots. 

It is important to have plan. A plan helps you to work better, but if any new thing happens let it flow and enjoy the flow.

A simple morning coffee can be just perfect for one and totally flavorless for other. Perfection is very subjective, let’s not wear our power glasses to view others

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As I enjoy my imperfect life perfectly, do share yours!