Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Givers Vs Takers

Throughout our life we have been taught that we have to take, get a good deal, make sure we are not overpaying, or overworking etc. Of course these are thoughts of the masses.
I have spent most of my life in the taking mode only realizing and enjoying the benefits of giving recently.
The way to prosperity, happiness and contentment is of course- giving. When you give you make your life more interesting and worth living.
When you are in the taking mode, whatever you get never seems enough. You just want more, more and more leading to greed. However when you are in the giving mode, the more you give the more you get paradoxically.
Making the shift from takers to givers can be simple and it can be done by following the steps below.

  • See how you can help the people in your life by doing something simple. 
  • Stop thinking "what is in it for me, " when someone asks you for a favor. 
  • Find opportunities to make other people's lives better. 
  • Always find a way to outdo what someone does for you.
I am still making the transition from takers to giver and in moments of worry, agitation and anxiety, I do see myself shifting to the taker mode.  I do hope to do the steps as above to keep getting into the giving mode. 

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Zumba

Dance is like meditation to me ever since I was a little girl. I love it and like a lover who can't get over her ex, I kept returning to dance whenever I had a chance.
In my Chennai visit I decided to take up zumba. Why not dance and get a workout at the same time?
I didn't have high hopes. I have taken classes at the best of the best in nyc. How could this one be any better?
I signed up for a trial class. I was led inside through the front door of a beautifully designed gym. Two men were dancing in the front row. Which one is the teacher? I wondered. In some time it becomes clear.
This guy is charming. He makes eye contact and acknowledges the fact that first class will be hard. He tries to show me steps in advance but for some reason I am locked up by his energy and dance. Class progresses and I realize I am more focussed on the dancer than the dance. Slowly my dream unravels as he dances to the tunes of local Indian film songs.  It just takes time for any of our dreams to manifest. I can't remember how long I have dreamed about dancing to local Indian music.
I go home in a high having experienced deep soul connection without uttering a word. Some folks exist as pure love in the moment and this dance teacher was no exception.
Couple of classes later my expectations are high. Another instructor comes to the class. I am disappointed. But this one is a different dancer. Soon he is dancing to some of my favorite songs and I realize I am dancing effortlessly and enjoying it. I am dancing so well. This guy is a great dancer too! I leave the class happy at having rediscovered the dancer in me.
Next class the instructor messages us in advance to let us know he won't make it and someone else will fill in.  Another instructor shows up. I am clearly annoyed as this one asks me to smile as I dance.  He doesn't radiate love and his energy doesn't seem to match mine. But he is totally uninhibited. He dances with abandon and sings along on the top of his voice.  His energy level is mind blowing.  I see myself relaxing and dancing even better.

At the end of the class I wonder if there are several approaches to serving people.  You can love them and be focussed on them, you can improve your craft and become very good at it or you can be yourself totally uninhibited. Each flavor gives you contentment while improving the lives of the people around you.

I wonder what's in store at my next zumba class. I secretly hope for the love and energy match.

Meeting a Friend - Part 2

He asks me why I thought about him today. Tears are rolling down my eyes uncontrollably, involuntarily.  I feel embarrassed, but almost safe to cry in his presence. As if he knows what I am going through.

I tell him I have no friends.  People I talk to, yes! People I hang out with, yes! But not anyone who truly understands my dreams and what I want to do.  And that he was the only person who could understand me right now.

He says he feels happy that I thought of him when I was in trouble. But keeps asking me why I didn't think of him the moment I landed in India. I don't have an answer for him, but my fears.

As if sensing what I want to hear, he starts narrating a story from his business. The office room in which we were talking belonged to a building where he has his own Chinese restaurant and an ice-cream shop.  He had his first business in the same building ( It belonged to his family and he has put it to good use).

His first business had something to do with backup systems.  Six months into starting it, he was into debt. He had to sell his car to make his payroll. Prior to that he was the highest performing sales guy in Microsoft. He knew he would make it. He and his partner got drunk in the same office at the end of six months almost on the verge of closing the business.

As divine guidance would have it, he had an idea the next day. He had been focussing on IT companies so far. Maybe he should look at a different segment. He looked at pharmaceutical, manufacturing, financial , agri and everything he could think of. In three months he had repaid all his debts and his business took off.

Exactly this is what I wanted to hear.

In between my conversations I still cry.  I wonder how my life would have been if I never met him.

I remember my conversations with him when I was hardly sixteen. How he passionately narrated stories about his grandfather who started his own business by bicycling and delivering everyday. He saw how his grandfather had a lot of money all the time and how it was his dream to start his business. Today it has all come true.

I wonder what was my mindset at that time. Was I influenced by all his talk that I also wanted my own business. When did my desire to have my own business originate? I don't have an answer.

The universe does a great job matching similar people.

We decide to meet again soon. I have to go back to put my son to sleep and get ready for a call in US time. He needs to get back home. But our conversations will continue.






Meeting a Friend - part 1

I meet a friend of mine who I have known for over 17 years. We have been on and off friends. We would be friends, then have a fight and not talk for years. Then meet again and do the same thing all over again.

He and I have the same core. At times it feels like he is the only person who will understand me. He is an entrepreneur. I am one too!!!

When you are a mom and an entrepreneur and make your own schedule, there is a common misconception that you are a stay at home mom. People dismiss me off as a stay at home mom among people who go to work for someone else. It is painful to write that. But it is true.

99% of my acquaintances work for someone else and seem happy. I don't know if they think that it is their calling or they think there is no other way to succeed. I don't want to judge, but understand.

I understand this friend. He only does what he likes. He hardly works one hour a day. He comes up with ideas and executes them. He is not sitting at an office and wondering if his idea will work. He executes it to find out if the idea will succeed. Money comes to him in exceeding quantities. He is not worried if he can enter the job market. He knows exactly what he wants and fills his life with things he loves.

I want his life. Maybe not working an hour a day, working 4 hours everyday. Honestly I am at a point in my life where I don't mind working. Being a mom has taught me to work, to give myself whole-heartedly to a cause.

'If you are spending your life doing things you don't like, it is like getting raped." He says. 

'What about survival?" I ask him. He gets distracted by a phone call. 

He then talks about his recent project. He buys apartments and rents them out on Airbnb. He shows me pictures, they are beautifully decorated. Interiors are beautifully decorated and I can see his love on every corner of the room.

'I hate routine' he says. 

'Me too!' I blurt out. 

'Some days I don't even like to brush because it is a routine.' He says. 

'Maybe I am not that bad' I say to myself

' Some days I like to drown myself in work when a project is starting and then I don't work for several weeks.' He says

That is how I want my life to be. I think!

In an earlier conversation, he had mentioned that he likes starting things. I think all entrepreneurs like starting and I am no exception to that!

Is it easier because he is a man? I wonder. 

He disagrees, he thinks its the same for a man and woman. I don't agree. He doesn't know all the things I have to go through everyday. Some people look at woman as an object and never really take her seriously. 

He narrates his struggles. Not having enough money, taking humiliating remarks from his dad, crying to sleep every  night.

I hadn't spoken to him for 5 years. And then, I thought meeting him was my only option. I was in that state where I was crying, where I felt I was failing in my business and meeting him was going to give me some hope that I was going to succeed and be like him some day.



Friday, June 19, 2015

Freedom

Life touched me slightly
And reminded me that I am alive
Freedom exists in the moment
In this moment I am alive
I am free
To sway like the branches of a tree
To bloom like a flower
To rise like a sun

To just Be in ecstatic joy

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Liberating Love

can your love liberate me?
Free me of the expectations of the world

We will have fun like two strangers
Who didn't have a past nor have a future

Unattached. Liberated and free
Like drops of water on a leaf

Friday, March 20, 2015

God

This is a letter to myself in 10 years - 2025

He is the gardener who planted a seed
A beautiful seed that resulted in your creation
He knows the seed and he knows you
Trust in him and jump blindly into it

There are too many surprises
Too many wonders
Excitement that knows no bounds

His job is to protect
So don't spend a second protecting yourself

He loves you and will teach you "love"

Be carefree and roam into the garden of life
Leave all worries to him
He creates worries and he creates solutions for them

Your job is to be joyful and spread joy
No consequences matter


All that matters is to follow your heart
And go into the adventures of life

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Half Love (Inspired by Aakko)

You decided to cross seven seas
And go far away
Did you ever think of me?

You gave me half of your heart
Showed me a glimpse
And went far far away

You made me experience the sweetness of helplessness
The feeling of having no control
Like a little baby relying entirely on his mother for survival

Tell me to wait
Tell me there is more
Don't tell me to forget you

I don't want your touch, I promise
I just need the rest of your love

Tell me there is more
Don't tell me to forget you

I don't want your touch, your embrace or your kiss
I just want the rest of your heart
I just want the rest of your love

Joy (Inspired by Pathaka Guddi)

The one who created me
Knows what I need
and what I want
and he gives it to me at the right moment
Why then do I need to worry?
Why then do I need to think about my future?

My job is to enjoy the beauty of the universe
Fill myself up with joy
and Love to my heart's desire

There is too much beauty and joy
which I cannot see with just two eyes
or feel with just my hands

Why worry?
Nothing lasts forever
Life is just a gift to be free
to be myself
and do whatever I want to do

Sunday, February 03, 2013

Kadal review



Life is comprised of Highs and Lows, great experiences and experiences that tear you down to your core.  Yet, nothing should take you away from your path of righteousness.  There are unbelievable experiences in your life – you meet someone for the first time who believes in you and wants you to succeed, the first time you learn your job like riding a boat on the sea and catching fishes, the first time you fall in love and feel that your life has meaning, the first time someone accepts you unconditionally despite your flaws – all these experiences make your life worth it. That’s how I feel about Kadal. The highs of the movie justify the lows.
I am a Mani Rathnam fan – not just a regular fan - an ardent fan who watches each of his movies at least 3 or 4 times, despite it being hit or not. I memorize the dialogues in his movies and remember every frame. I know it’s crazy, I am not related to movies at all. But there is something about his movies which changes my perception about things. So before even going to the movie I told my husband I will like it. And for the first time when the movie ended I felt Mani could have done better. Somehow I felt he has tried to change his style so that he could get accepted.
In some scenes he shines, there is brilliance, passion, beauty which no other movie creator in Tamil could even try to emulate. It is sheer love of the story , of his characters and indeed he loves Thomas from the moment he shows him lying on top of his dead mother.  The progression of the character from a helpless child to a revengeful teenager is indeed amazing.  The scenes made me think about so many things – the way a prostitute is treated in a society, how anything related to such a woman is looked upon, how sometimes society makes a child a criminal. Yet, I couldn’t help but fall in love with Thomas as he cries for his mother,  and as he curiously tries to understand father Sam, as he learns for the first time to ride a boat and catch fish.
Gautham Karthik is introduced with Elay keechan. The movie still seemed good to me.  He sees Beatrice, is attracted to her, has a fight with his father who does not own him. Still good. The movie turns in another direction in the second half , yet it is still not so bad as some reviews turn out to be.  The good still makes the bad parts of the movie worth it.
These are the things I particulary enjoyed about the movie
1)      The scenes of Thomas till he becomes Gautham
2)      The scene where he learns to ride a boat. I saw so much excitement and joy in the boy’s eyes and I couldn’t help but admire the sea
3)      I did like the romance sequences with Bea
4)      I like the scene where they both deliver a baby
5)      I loved loved loved Moongil Thottam and the scene before it. It seems so beautiful to wipe away someone’s sins so easily.
I don’t even want to talk about the things I didn’t like. For brilliance to shine through, we need to digest a few boring things. Otherwise we would just be filled with mediocre movies.
Mani Rathnam and Rahman – you thought no one noticed the BGM is same as Raavan? Well, I did…..

Monday, January 28, 2013

Viswaroopam Review


Once in a while there comes a movie which makes me so passionate that I write a review of it. But very rarely comes a movie which makes my blood boil. I mean this movie is all about hatred – it is intended to bring out everything that Kamal Hassan hates.  It is ok to focus on your personal hatred – however some of the themes in this movie are highly consistent with his previous movies and highly distracting from the main story.
To start with – why should Kamal portray as a gay in this movie and dance to a Krishna song as a Brahmin? It seems like an attempt to mock the gay community. It doesn’t stop there. In all his movies he needs to mock or put down the Brahmin community. These are a bunch of people who are highly tolerant of everything and would not raise a voice against anything. In this movie, he uses words such as Papathy which is very derogatory of Brahmins, on top of it he also makes fun of them saying they are experts at eating meat – all unwanted to the story line.  Kamal could make a movie just to make fun of the things he hates and could call it Viswa comedy or something.  A lot of scenes in this movie is highly distracting, doesn’t move the story forward or reveal about the character. Even the Kathak song – what is the point of it?  
I would say it is pretty offensive to the Muslim community. Why would a Muslim Indian Army person change his name to a Hindu Brahmin and live in NYC? Why would he go to Afghanistan? Nothing makes sense.  As always there are dialogues which make fun of Hindu gods , he says “Which God?” . He also makes fun of the fact that Hindu gods have 4 hands and that we dunk our gods in the ocean - highly distracting, not relevant to the story. What is the point of the movie?
 It is just an opportunity for Kamal to vent out his anger and frustration. The amount of violence that too really unwanted speaks of the level of perversion in Kamal’s mind.
I would like to bring out these points to Kamal’s attention
1)      Please stop making fun of the Brahmin community
2)      Please stop making fun of Hindu Gods
3)      If a person is God fearing doesn’t mean they are bad people
4)      Please stop directing and stick to acting. Your thoughts are extremely perverse and not fit to be shared with the rest of the world. 

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

R.K.Narayan

I have been trying to write a story for a long time. However lack of information on one of the main characters does not allow me to proceed. I decided to take this time and write about the god of fiction (according to me) – R.K.Narayan.
I have almost read all of his novels except a few, which I will read very soon. I have read some of his books numerous times, never getting bored of it. The characters are etched too deeply, that you start to visualize them in your mind. He does not focus too much on the appearance of the character except using words like she looked frail, slender and so on. He focuses more on the activities of the character which seems to define the personality.
I have been reading – Mr.Sampath for the third time (it is one of my favorite – a slightly philosophical book). He introduces a character – the future landlord of an editor of a magazine Srinivas. The character is introduced bathing in the street tap. Srinivas hears all the landlord’s tenants cursing the landlord as being miserly. Srinivas then proceeds to the landlord’s house along with him and finds his home very simple without any furniture. The landlord does not have any respect for families or children or has any emotional attachment to anything which is conveyed in about 3 pages of the narrative. This kind of description creates a deep impression in our mind. I have seen other Indian authors describe characters page after page and the characters still appear to be on a different planet and we do not find any emotional connect to them. Yet, Narayan effortlessly gives us insights into the beleifs of the character through their actions. Seemingly a very interesting part of Narayan’s writing is he does not talk about the appearance of the character, yet in our minds we have a very good image of how the character looks like.
I would rate two of his books as the best – probably because they have a strong female protagonist and deal with very deep topics of our existence – “The Guide” and “The Painter of Signs”. I have written a lot about “The Guide” (even though I have made few more discoveries about that book), let me write about “The Painter of Signs”.
“The Painter of Signs” is a book about a man called “Raman” who paints sign boards. He believes that marriage is a waste of time and that a human being should attribute time to more worthwhile pursuits. In the meantime he meets “Daisy” a birth control administrator, whose job is to control the population of a few areas. As the story progresses, we realize that Narayan is trying to explore the idea of sex and the impact it has on human beings through this book. Raman is a guy who thinks that thoughts of sex are futile and he should never think of it. Yet, he is constantly drawn to it. Again, Narayan does not merely say he is trying to take sex thoughts out of his mind. He describes a scene where Raman sees a woman washing clothes in the river and that Raman glanced at her thighs and found them enchanting. Raman then warns himself not to think of women as commodities. Narayan’s style somehow reminds me of the way we are asked to interview in present day. Merely saying that we are hardworking and have presence of mind is not suffice, rather we need to provide examples of where we have exhibited such behavior. Narayan’s books become succinct because he does not even devote a single page to descriptions except for Malgudi.
He picks a street from Malgudi for every character. Raman lives in Ellaman street, the TM lives in Kabir Street, Nagaraj lives in Kabir street as well, Sampath near New Extension and so on. The City of Malgudi somehow reveals itself with every novel of his.
In the Painter of Signs, Daisy is a very bold woman who is not ashamed to talk about sex in public. She educates villagers of safe sex practices. Raman is drawn to Daisy, who in Narayan’s mind is a very epitome of sex. She is described as a very fickle woman who changes her mind everyday (Similar to Jessie in Vinnai Thaandi Varuvaaya). We also learn that Daisy is extremely passionate , ambitious , unconventional and believes only in logic when we hear about her story of how she ran away from home. Raman is constantly struggling to make her accept his love for him.
The novel has many humorous moments. When he suspects that Daisy would have complained to the police about him . He uses the word “Daisyism” to describe his feelings for her. The instances where he tries to get her out of his mind by wearing glasses that made her look very disfigured.
It also has a lot of philosophical bits where he reads a message that says “This too shall pass” indicating his attraction to Daisy is temporary, seeming to indicate that sex is a very temporary thing. The novel ends with a line that says “Raman cycled towards Boardless, the place which had more stability and permanence ‘indicating that work or the duty towards the society is a permanent thing in the world

Friday, August 26, 2011

New life

I am writing this in a train from Newark Penn Station to New Brunswick on my way back from work. I will be moving to Jersey City this weekend. My apartment is going to be on the 26th floor with an amazing view of the Hudson River. I am truly living the best days of my life. My new job has been crafted according to what I always desired. I believe completely “Dreams do come true”. I feel happy, energized and alive. Even though I have absolutely no time in my life, I want to write this blog because I can read this later in my life and remind myself that whatever you desire, the universe conspires for you to get it.
I feel truly blessed to be doing this job. I am so passionate about it and would do it even for free. The people in my team are absolutely marvelous. They are helpful, fun and easy to get along with. Sometimes I feel my life is absolutely pre-destined. I feel a lot of things in my life were meant to be. For example some of the people I am meeting here. All the people I meet in my life, I learn something from them and they affect me in some way. It is probably too early to say that I love the people in my job. But I absolutely do.
I remember one day about two months ago I was standing by the river Hudson and felt that I communicated with the river. It was absolutely wonderful. I spoke to the river of my dreams and desires. I told her that I needed to come and live here. I dreamt of living in a high rise building and doing a job in the World Financial Center. Sometimes I wonder, do my dreams come true? Or do I dream about them because they are going to be true? Anyways I feel absolutely great and feel like living some of the best times of my life.
I did not anticipate the extent of benefits I have been getting at Deloitte. It has been great. I know god gives us good after bad and bad after good. This time of my life compensates for all the bad things I had experienced. I feel like I have forgiven everyone who has hurt me in some way. I also request people who I have hurt to forgive me as well. Truly, life is worth living and I love every minute of it!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Independance for Women?

I have been thinking for a long time as to how the society has created the entire system convenient to men. Today is Independence Day for India. I wonder have the Indian women got any freedom at all? When I look at the urban women population of India, those who stand in the way of their freedom are women themselves. When we just start passively accepting what the society has lived by for thousands of years, how do we grow? Isn’t it time to start thinking of a new system?

I have had numerous conversations with a friend of mine who truly believes in the liberation of Indian woman. He sent me the video of a tamil girl called Meena Kandasamy who is pretty famous these days due to her poems and other social activities. One of her poems is about the story of Ahalya which is a part of Ramayana. Ahalya is punished for her promiscuity by her husband who is a sage. Even though I did not understand her poem nor did I agree with a lot of what she had to say, it kinda made me think and I came up with this poem.

We should all start thinking of a new society – a society that is created for women , for women who have it all!

I live in a New World
The Grass is still green
The sky is blue
But the women do what they want to do
The World is a land of Krishnaa- the dark skinned woman
Whose features promise intelligence
Her identity is no longer restricted by her beautiful figure or her intelligent face
She is no longer bound by age
“Age to get married”
“Age to have a baby”
“Age to give up your dreams”
She does not constantly crave for acceptance
“Acceptance by Men”
“Acceptance by Older Women”
She does not feel guilty of pleasure and enjoyment
She is no longer restricted to serve others in the name of age old tradition
Nor does she have to put up a masculine façade to enjoy the many privileges mankind enjoys in the name of MAN
She does not wait for a man to declare her as an equal
She knows she can have it all and strives boldly to pursue her destiny

Friday, August 05, 2011

The Imperfect Life

I once read “The Malgudi days” by R.K.Narayan (Again, yeah!) and it has a story about a sculptor who makes a statue of Lord Natarajan. The story goes on about the beauty of the statue and how perfect it has been made. The sculptor is worried that if he took the statue to the temple, the world would come to an end. The universe does not like anything made to perfection. He thinks if he breaks a toe or a finger from the statue, it will be less perfect and nothing would happen. I believe there is some truth to that. When we think our life is perfect and everything is in place, the universe seeks out to challenge it.
I went to the Titanic Museum in Branson, Missouri and was very much in awe of the mechanical intelligence of the great ship. It was believed that the ship was unsinkable. The universe set out to challenge that as well.
We see all around us that something that is perfect does not last long enough. Is it a self fulfilling prophecy of our belief in imperfection? Or is it really true that we cannot ever create anything that is more perfect than the lives that the universe creates for us. Incidents and events in our life at the right time and right place that when you look back you understand the meaning of every little thing that happened in your life and its significance.
Alaipayuthey is a tamil movie which deeply affected me in my teens. What was so great about this movie? Rather which thing in this movie seemed to fill the hole in my spirit? I think it was the grandeur image of a man who loved a woman. It is a theme which is consistent in all Mani Rathnam movies from Mouna Ragam to Raavan. I like Mani Rathnam because I like to at least see these men on the screen.
I did suffer silently due to the absolute perfectionist image I saw in these films. I thought that such a personality is really possible. I was really naïve. However, there is one part or rather one scene in the movie that I really understand now. It is a scene where a guy who has been married for a long time advises a recently married guy. He points out the differences in the love before and after marriage. He compares the love before marriage to be like a flower – beautiful, yet something that withers away and the love after marriage that is strong like the roots of a tree.
In my previous post about love and hormones, I did receive some comments about how love can exist. I do believe love exists. However the love after marriage is different. I feel an attachment. Love before marriage is like a peak of emotions always on a roller coaster. Love after marriage is somewhat smooth (even though it does have some roller coaster).
I do not have a problem with imperfection. In fact, these days I adore it. I have come to terms with my imperfection. The problematic area in my body (my arms), my impulsive behavior and sometimes acting too arrogant without any reason are all my imperfection. God created me this way for a reason and I am an instrument of the doer.
Yet, I feel I am given the gift to really appreciate life in its most beautiful form. Every time I go off track, I get a lesson out of life and it helps me get rid of all the unnecessary things and I am back on track. Even though each of us crave success and happiness so much in life, I like the lessons failure offer us. It gives us a chance to get in touch with our true self.
Life is imperfect. However sometimes we just know, even though it is imperfect, it is meant to be!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Life and Marriage

I was reading R.K. Narayan’s “Dark Room” and he touches on Male Chauvenism from time to time. It is so liberating to know that an Indian author of such old times thinks and appreciates womanhood so much. Some Indian authors even now try to portray India as excessively male dominated even though it is probably not true (as I’d like to believe).
The story Dark room is about a very sincere and dedicated wife of a very angry and arrogant man. Whenever the wife disagrees with her husband, she locks herself up in a dark room and doesn’t come out for days. It is an outlet for her to let out her anger rather than arguing with him. At one part of the story she stays in her room and doesn’t come out even to eat anything for an entire day. One of her friend who is a very mature lady comes into the room and explains to her how harsh men can sometimes be. She tells her tales of how men had treated women in olden days and how submissive women have been. Our mythologies are loaded with tales of sincere and devoted wives like Sita and Savithri. She also explains the torment they have gone through and yet sustained themselves. Listening to the friends tales, the wife is comforted and feels she has acted very silly and comes out of the room.
It really makes me wonder that women have not evolved from that time. The story even happens today. We are sometimes really angry with our husbands, yet we are comforted by the thought of other husbands who are still worse. We as women believe that we are destined to a life not worthy of happiness or fulfillment. We always think that men deserve so much better. Men also seem to think that way. It is some kind of group or herd behavior we have all been accustomed to. This kind of mentality is not just prevalent among the Indian women. I have seen women complain so much of their husbands and how they do not do any household work at all or help them. Yet, these women love their husbands so much and do not even want to think of leaving them.
What is marriage? I have heard so many say that it is man made. A lot of other things are man made as well. Jobs are man made. God did not create jobs. Money is man made. God did not create money as well. God probably created food, love, sex and procreation. The rest of the complication – education, numerous rules for everyone to get along is all created by man. I sometimes wonder what if a baby just born is brought up in an environment where she is not told about any rules of life. I think some rules we are taught from a very young age like “ Time is precious”, “ work hard”, “ Share among others” and so many other things, how would they behave? The baby is given food whenever she wants and once she grows she is given a man to mate with. Will she be happy with her life? Is this what we are all born for ? Procreation? Because as we see around and learn so many new things created by man, we feel this desire to participate and create something by ourself as well. What if nothing was created in this world? How would we feel then?
Sometimes I think of an Indian marriage like a Government job. You know it is for life and the partner is not going to leave you no matter what. If that is the case what holds the marriage together? Fear or love? A marriage works when you put the needs of your partner well above yours and that is reciprocated by your partner as well. However if you love your partner yet make no effort to make her happy , will your partner still love you? Isnt love a two way street? If love dies for one of the partner, does fear hold the two together? Fear that you will not get anyone better. Fear of harsh words of your relatives.
After wondering about this and looking at a lot of couples, I have come to realize that fear never holds a marriage together. I have noticed that despite the couple not expressing to each other how much they love each other, they do love each other.
The most important thing a woman wants is not to chip in to do household work. She wants instances in which he shows her work is appreciated. A small gift, sometimes a public display of affection and an appreciation for the work she does. Sometimes even listening to her suggestions is a big ego booster for women.
What does a man wants? It is surprising that a man does not really want anything from a woman. Even though I would like to believe that I promote female equality and so on. I cannot but just ignore the superiority of the masculine gender for its completeness. The woman gives everything out of her own wish. A man does not want a woman to cook for him, clean for him or do anything. He just wants her to be there for him, supporting him and loving him. Sometimes he doesn’t even want love to be expressed. It is fascinating to watch a man. A woman constantly craves for love, attention and approval.
I read somewhere in our mythological book that if you have done a lot of virtue in your previous Janma, you will be born as a man. I think there is some truth to that. Even though men have some vices like constant physical attraction to other women even though they don’t love them and so on, they are better species. They are happy and content .
As a famous hindi movie “ Pyaar Ka Punchnama “ says , I completely believe “ A happy woman is a myth”. I would like to add that this phrase applies to modern Indian woman, who constantly have received attention (due to the skewed ratio of men to women in India), never been turned down and always appreciated.
My mother on the other hand is a very happy woman. She is happy doing her duty and not expecting anything in return. This goes back to my Bhagavath Gita lesson “ Do your duty and do not expect the fruits for it”. It has taken me 27 years to realize this , but once I did the fruits are a lot more than what I worked for. You can never be happy if you are constantly trying to make yourself happy. Try to make others happy and do your duty and that is the secret to eternal happiness.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Era of excellence

I feel I am living in an era of excellence. Anybody who puts in their heart and soul into something, seems to succeed. I am finding inspiration all around me as I continue to do my soul searching.

It is however difficult to determine, if these people chose their field of excellence or just stumbled upon it out of pure coincidence? How about people like me aspiring to acheive excellence? I know very few people live to own up their passion and work towards it. Is it really easy to do? Or is it probably the most easiest and normal thing to do?

I have always beleived that the universe is a very intelligent machine that works for the greater good. However, recently I feel more control over my life. In such a scenario I have started doubting the universe a little bit. Of course, I need the help of the universe to make me go where I want to. However the destination is chosen by me.

I guess I am pretty close to my destination. The only puzzle that is left to be solved is how do I get there?

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Life

As I was reading my old posts today, I realized I have been so full of life and energy. I have also been very intelligent. somehow I have changed now. I dont know why.
But I feel I can get back to my old self now. I just need to do a little bit of uncluttering and remove unnecassary things and baggage off myself and I can go back to my old self.
I am also going to blog a little more often. The blog is like a trail for my life.

Life has some lessons to teach
And some tough experiences to give
The lessons make us move forward
And the experience makes us wiser.

Sometimes I wonder – Can I get back to the old me with just the lessons?
I think it is possible
Just unclutter your soul and dig deeper into your true self

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Birthday

With every passing day,
There are millions of thoughts that cross my mind,
And thousands of thoughts get transformed into action
And some thoughts into mere words….
With every birthday
I complete a full round, yet I feel I have come back to the same spot!
Sometimes I wonder
Is it because I think the same thoughts day after day?
With every birthday I know I have lived with myself for one more year
Yet, I seem more distant from myself and closer to what the world wants of me.
Should I fight the battle and get closer to me or give in to what the world wants?
I never seem to know
Every birthday of mine has a common trait,
It brings more questions into the horizon
And the answers seem many light years away…….

Monday, March 14, 2011

Atheism

With most of the people I know turning atheists, I turn everyday to my deeply religious roots. Is it because I am a very complicated person? I wonder! I need some help from our scriptures to understand how to be more peaceful, happy and content. The scriptures have a lot to offer. Ramayana tells us the story of Rama – an extremely virtuous person living a normal life. When we turn our attention to people like that, slowly we imbibe their characteristics. When I listen or read to the numerous stories in our scriptures (I love stories as well), it makes me deeply content. I am yet to understand the reason for the contentment. The grand images and beautiful characters who are ever giving make me inspired.
I am not against atheists. I don’t understand why atheists hate theists like me. The atheists totally detest temple worship. Are they totally oblivious of the fact that the temples support millions of small businesses – in the form of flowers, idols and calendars/posters? The money donated to a temple by rich people goes to good causes. Temples offer free food and shelter for homeless people. A small part of the money goes into buying coconuts and other worship items for the idols. I guess it is not such an immense amount to the millions looted by our politicians.
If someone really followed our scriptures, they would contribute to a loving and beautiful society. Yet, most of us follow things that are convenient to us.