No. It’s not too late…

As she sat in front of her system to type out a fresh set of statistical data, she was suddenly hit by a nostalgic train of thoughts. She looked at the sheets of raw data in front of her – the numbers she had to churn in. She had a sudden siege of anxiety.
What was she doing in her life? Why was she here? What has been her contribution to the society? She couldn’t stop her thoughts now. She abandoned her desk. Went to the french windows and stood facing the city beneath her feet. As she stood there, she remembered the promises she had made to herself when she was growing up.
She’d told herself she’ll be an author when she grew up. Write a love story set in Spain. Another love story in Italy and then Greece. She turned back and looked at her laptop, the Microsoft Excel program blinked back at her. She went back to it, saved the work she had done and closed it. She had two more days to submit it, she’d do it later. Now, she would set to write an outline for her book. The one in Spain.
Yes, she had to work ‘coz she had to support herself, but that didn’t mean she had to give up on her dream because of it! She smiled to herself… she was going to make it!

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New Life

How time flies, she thought as she stared out of the window, looking at the beautiful skyline offered to her in her high-rise apartment. She was afraid of heights but, this was one place where she felt safe.

Tranquility stole into her soul like a balm and she smiled at the city. This city meant a lot to her. It shaped her into what she is today, made her shed her facade and don her original demeanor. It made her accept herself and finally put all her demons at rest. Well, most. But she no more indulged in self-pity.

She was surrounded by people who loved her. She kept in touch with her friends and family with a vengeance. That kept her away from negativity. She was at peace. As the colors of the dawn unfurled before her eyes, she turned her wheelchair away from the window and wheeled herself around to feed her furry pet – a spunky labrador.

The accident took both her legs, but it didn’t take away her zeal for life. Life was good.

Grieving…

Third born of a total of 12 kids, she was a delicate lily… Her beauty only surpassed by her incredible ability to love everyone in excess.

She married straight out of school to a young and upcoming doctor of an equally good heart… She kept house, supported her husband, took in people from his village with the same love she would give to anyone from her own family, bore his daughters and his son.

She took care of each and every one of her girls and her boy… Her husband, then pursuing his masters in surgery, it was her responsibility. She took it up with much aplomb. Didn’t let any of her efforts and sacrifices show. She spoiled them and treated them to strict discipline when they had to be brought to obedience. The girls feared her the most when she would be silent, careful not to offend amma. Her girls grew up to be strong willed, independent and spirited with incredible warmth in them. The son, being the youngest, was her pet, her friend and also her worst enemy…

She and her husband got each and every one of their daughters married to decent young men; they got busy building their own nests. Then came her first grandchild, a baby girl, the apple of everybody’s eye. Yet, it was her who took care of her mommaglu (granddaughter) and made her better. She would bathe her in hot water, dry her, powder her and apply kankappu (kajal/kohl) to the child’s eye and one dot on the cheek. “to avoid evil eye” she said. The child had everything she ever wanted, would feel like she was safe and wanted nothing than to lie down and watch her ajji regaling her with tales with katthe kathe  (tales of the donkey). The story she told many times to the subsequent children her kids had.

Always ready with the sweetest smile on the earth and meanest cooking skills, she spoilt her grandkids with love, love and more love. As years went by it was the son’s turn to be married and settle in his nest, the girl not as open as her mother-in-law… This led to her decline, feeling unwanted and unloved. For what more did she have to live for when the one she thought would always look after broke her spirit with cruel words and neglect. She lived to see the birth of her last grandchild, fed her, bathed her and loved her. Gave her the basic emotional education needed for her to be a good human being.

Then when she fell ill, she thought that was her chance, an opportunity for an out. She took it! Held her husband’s hand the longest in the I.C.U. and quietly left the world with the dignity and daintiness she epitomised her whole life.

Farewell my dearest ajji…. You are in a safe place now…. Away from all cruelty… I hope the angels take care of  you the same way you took care of us… Please look down on me time to time, I hope I give you reason to smile.. Privileged to be your eldest grandchild…. I will miss you until I see you again amidst the clouds… 

Soldiers Needed.

What with all the continual assaults and rapes going around in the Indian sub continent, Gillette (a P&G brand) has come up with an excellent ad for it’s viewers! The ad features ordinary people, going about their everyday lives and  has strong verses like “when you respect women, you respect your nation”. Through this campaign Gillette drives home a strong message – respecting women- is really  “the best a man can get!!”

 

Revolutionize

Opening credits:

“This is a pair of levis, buttons and rivets and pockets and cuffs,”

When i first saw this commercial on tv i was clueless as to its purpose. But then, after listening closely to the words being said i could not help but laud the ad agency for developing a brilliant campaign!!

In these days with innumerable ads adding to the clutter, Levis has come up with a clean no-nonsense almost empowering ad to cater to its audience. I call it “sensitive marketing”. Where the ad is catering to the sensitivities of it’s audiences. 

Kudos to levis for coming up with another brilliant campaign. We are indeed, the thread holding it all together!!

Disillusionment…

She was tired of being pushed around. Tired of always being an emotional punch bag for people. She hated being out of control and most of all she was tired of being asked to shut up whenever she tried to raise her voice.

Never understood by people, being branded as a pompous brat by her relatives – a fact asserted by her parents. Truth be told, her “pompousness” was just a pretense. A ruse. A defense mechanism she’d developed when was young; way too young to cover up her feelings. Feelings of being abandoned, of disillusionment, helplessness and the feeling of being never good enough.

Question is… Would she let anyone see beyond the smokescreen she had created and discover who she really was? Would she even try?

Same words, new meaning.

“When you are right, no one remembers…
When you are wrong, no one forgets!!!”

These were the words told by one of my teachers to me when I was a teenager. At 15, I took these words as a gospel truth. They would be written on everybody’s slam book that I was given to fill. The thing is; at that point of time, it was my solace – my moral thermometer you can say- which guided me and kind of threatened me into doing only the “right things” (gosh!! I dunno what I was thinking at that time!!).

But now, several years later, I suddenly realized it has come to a point where these words have an entirely new meaning to me. My teenage take on the quote – “once if I commit a mistake I would be talked about, criticized to no end about my imperfections. So I must steer clear and not taint myself”.

My current take – “people are going to talk about you no matter what!! So I live my life the way i want it and not let others affect it”. Because at the end of the day, we are answerable to ourselves and we are the ones going through whatever – good or bad – that’s going on in our lives. So there’s no point bothering about what really the other’s think about us is it??

So… my dear worry warts, please release yourselves from the salt sack you’re carrying on your head which gets heavy after every “unmentionable” thing you think you did!! Cut yourself some slack and go enjoy a nutty slice of life!!

Beginning a new chapter…

As she stood near her father’s coffin watching as it was lowered to the ground, she tried to dredge up some feeling, memory or any trait of her fathers. The sad part was, she didn’t know if it was good or bad that she couldn’t remember any. The thing was – her father had such good relationship with his parents that he deemed any relationship with his own daughter of any importance.

She remembered the feeling of inadequacy she felt whenever she met him for holidays and dinners, the sense of hopelessness that her father would never love her; seeing as how she resembled her mother whom her father had loved and lost as she died on childbed.

She shook herself mentally. There was the ceremonial to be hosted, where again she’d have to put up a brave face and accept people’s insincere condolences. She turned, looking for her husband – her rock in times of storm. As she took his arm, accepting his silent support and started walking towards the old house where her father had lived; she told herself she was ready to face the sea of people after which she would return home to the life she knew and people she loved. A new chapter was waiting to be started!!

Yin-Yang

The yin-yang has always been misconstrued as opposite forces, the good and the bad… In actuality, it is complementary forces aiding a goal; an inseparable whole. A reaction for every action, a solution for every problem. The convergence of the shadow and the light to restore balance of the immense universe…

Why do parents bitch about others’ kids??

So me and my girls were having a cosy chat and the topic moved on to how other children’s parents tend to care more about the whereabouts of children other than their own! That got me thinking… In my opinion it’s a defence mechanism that parents adopt when their own kids do not listen to them.

By pointing out others’ mistakes they can escape out of feeling like improper parents unable to control their own kids. My question is:

Why the melodramatic riot act citation??

Why can’t they just let the kids be? If a girl is out with a boy, or vice versa then let it be! What concern is it of yours? When it’s not affecting your own health, why bother??

My advice to all those holier than thou parents – please take a good look at your own kids before pointing out at others. Others children are not your responsibility. Sit back with a cup of steaming coffee, kick back and watch your favourite sitcom running on the tele!!

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