A DECADE IN THE USA

 Landed at JFK 10 years back on 8/11/10 and today is 8/12/20!

What a 10 years! What tremendous growth and what a great regression to the basics.

  • Live and let live
  • Love, health & peace
  • Family & faith
  • Curiosity & knowledge
  • Sympathy & empathy
The definition of success changed so many times in the last 10 years, I was a wide eyed, curious, optimistic, skeptic all bundled into one nervous mess when I touched ground 10 years back. And umm.. not much seems to have changed even now, yet such metamorphosis.

Milestones came and went, milestones overwhelming and some losing their meaning. So much has changed internally and externally. My love and hate relationship with this country has been akin to my love and hate relationship with myself. Sometimes unbearable and sometimes unending. 

I still think of India ( or wherever my parents are in India) as 'home'. But, I also think of wherever I am right now as 'home. This duality has been my identity and life.

So much has depended on mental and physical health, friends and family, acquaintances and strangers.
Understanding of each and from each has made me who I am today. I am ready for this next decade, 2020 included ( in all its ironical, satirical, sad & transforming glory).

See you in 2030!

Ciao

Laundry List of 30 Years

I am writing these in the form of a list only because it is soothing to me as I am someone who has a very mild form of OCD when it comes to organization.

1. Biggest lesson learnt from trial and error is that repetition is the key to success ( and to failure). I try to be habitual, be repetitive in my actions, in my thinking in order to train my neurons to act the way I want them to act- for eg:
a. I want to be judgement free so I try and over ride thoughts of judgement by thinking of empathy and allegiance to the humanity in that person instead. This has resulted in me overcoming thoughts of judgement almost on a reflex. However, as all things usually are, this is work in progress too.

b. Waking up and going to work or waking up and getting on with the chores of the day helps me train my mind to dress up, show up and apply myself. This was the hardest to learn as I had free reign on sleeping and completing tasks during my undergrad years which pretty much destroyed any routine I could have cultivated for years after that. So kids, make sure you wake up early, eat your breakfast, get done with the shit that needs taken care of in the day and then relax as much as you can!

c. Taking time off for yourself and your sanity- I used to do this typically when I would be closer to a breakdown or during a breakdown and then it'd become a forced exercise instead of systematic time off taken by own volition. I am still learning & working on this but knowing that I need to take time off regularly, to help not reach breakdowns, is an achievement in itself. So I give kudos to myself. LOL.

d. Wake up, dress up, show up and apply yourself is the only consistent piece of advice I can give to anyone because I know for sure that this gives you results. If you don't screw this up, you wont screw up your present or future, as much as your self destructing brain forces you to. In fact, you will train that wild brain of yours to self preserve and achieve success( whatever the meaning of success you have defined for yourself, its another topic altogether and will deal with in another post, maybe) instead of being its own enemy!

2. Now, I am tired of writing this post already, so I am not sure if I can write 30 things. Hey, I am no buzzfeed and I don't have 100s of unpaid writers giving their best years to an organization which thrives on minimizing  their experiences into listicles! But, I will try to write just a few more points and leave this post TBC because.... because I can! Because its my fucking page. Go screw yourself.
Oh also FYI, none of these points are in any particular order of importance or brilliance.

So, lets jump into friendships! Because why not! Best friendships are formed when you don't have much to lose and are usually formed when you are in school or college having been mass imprisoned together, asked to fend for ourselves. And so we end up finding people who have the most similar attitudes and thoughts on life as ours and become friends with them! And because it is so simple, we are able to make many friends and because it is so simple, we start dropping them as we move up the ladder of age, education, career, family etc. Simple! The only thing that is not simple is sustainability of good friendships and the art of keeping people close to you who are nice to you regardless of what a douche you are or can be at times.
a. My two cents are that we should pick up the phone and call our friends from time to time, message them and talk about something substantive other than the weather occasionally. Most friendships only require this and we, as colossal failure of a species that we are, cant even do this sometimes.

b. It is nice to have a lot of friends but it is not nice to have a lot of lousy ones. So pare down, unapologetically. As simple as that. We have only so much energy and so much time to deal with shenanigans so use it prudently to deal with other people's drama. Choose friends that add value to you and you add value to them and their life. As rude as this sounds, it helps to keep two hair strands worth of sanity in you. Preserve yours and theirs by keeping the circle small.

c. Cultivate friendship with your partners. Let it grow by giving them space. Try and not change them.This is one friendship that you will live day and night so handle with care. Jagged rocks don't help anything grow, smooth rocks also don't. So don't be a rock. Be earth. Wow! I love that metaphor! I will trademark that when I have money to pay the lawyers.

TBC (HAH!)

Plumage

A flighty bird
Flight of a bird
Lady bird
Lady bug

Come back, come away
Forget the slight
Bird in sight
Stay that way

Dew on the rose bud
Honey in the sap
Feed the bird
Chirpy bird

Ain’t no sunshine when you are gone
Ain’t no healing when the music stops
Rest some
Little Humming bird

Truth

I wonder if your identity is the projection that the world sees or is it something you are when you are completely stripped down and no one is there to see who you are and there is no audience and would that be your true self or would it be the carefully curated image that you have been consciously and unconsciously projecting to the outside world?

If a leaf fell into a deep forest, would anyone know? Or if a leaf fell and a painter happened to draw it, lying on the ground, beautiful with its colors and about to die. will it then be called a true fallen leaf?

What you say or what you see or what you think does not necessarily make one good or great or kind or intelligent or smart or happy. It is said that what one does is usually what defines them. So if you only saw, smelled, heard, thought, felt and talked about but did not act, would it make you less worthy?

A drop of rainwater fell into the ocean, got assimilated into it to never be disintegrated into its own unique constituents. A drop of rainwater fell on a lotus leaf, stayed there never touching the leaf and a photographer zoomed in and captured it, then the drop came to life, it was appreciated, it added to the inherent lotus's beauty. Is one drop more ethereal than the other?

Do you know?

Conversations with Myself

My motivation levels soar and dip periodically, making me sometimes think  if I am depressed or if that is how this life is. A series of soaring and dipping in all of its literal and allegorical sense. But this conversation is not about the fickleness of my motivation but the intensity of the crests of it.

I do get highly motivated these days when I see or hear about concepts that are new or the ones that have been lurking around and I didn't pay enough attention to them. Every time I hear about how human resource could be used to make an impact on humanity and the nature, I get excited. Through this kind of response of my body & mind to this type of stimulus, I have learnt that that is how I get inspired and motivated to do something. Motivated to learn about how to make an impact and then how to turn that motivation into actionable items.

I have always had a vivid imagination but lately it has been hard to come up with any novel ideas to deal with the life or its atrocities. I do not mean atrocities in my life but the ones that the humanity has to deal with constantly. I am a pretty strong person mentally so I do bounce back from personal setbacks in relatively shorter span; although, even that takes longer sometimes as compared to when I was younger. Something about the body and mind fatigue I guess. But, I feel exercising, having a healthy environment including supportive family and friends help a lot with the building up of 'bounce back plasticity' of a human :)

However, it takes a while to get out of the numbness that the world brings about in you, through the constant struggle of humanity against evil, hardships, selfish leaders, corruption and man made disasters. I start wondering if anyone is capable of doing anything about it. It starts to feel daunting and pointless and to be honest, extremely futile. So, I have learnt ( gradually) that it is not okay to feel burdened by everything happening in the world- that it is almost a sure shot way to push oneself into a downward spiral of nihilistic mindset and negative thinking.

What helps are small tasks that I can do to change this state of mind. Small tasks to get myself back on track, like making my bed, taking a shower, talking to my mother, chatting with my brother, spending time with my partner, cooking, having a decent meal and maybe even read a few pages of a good book or a well researched article. Once I am done with this, I move on to thinking about what my small (1 in a 6 billion people) existence can do about the things happening around her! How can it make an impact and bring about change if any.

To be continued..

SUNNY DAY

I look out and there are leaves swaying in the warm September Sun
Eighty degrees hot and eighty degrees happy
All the skins shimmer with the tiny molecules of the sunshine entering them
Warming the insides like a whole cheesy fondue

The leaves sparkle
The air has an inchoate potency
Maybe it will carry that secret of life from me to you
Maybe it will brush by your ears softly and say nothing

The blue of the sky against the green of the Earth
The brown of my body against the yellow of the Sun
We have the whole rainbow right here
The whole wholeness of existence existing

The water is the bluest of the blue
Maybe I will dive into its hue
Brimming with wild wild wild waves
Sunny day in the middle of September
And here we are

Milestones

8 more months until I turn 29. Life feels like its hurtling towards a station that is old, fragile, filled with responsibilities and lots of old bones. I don't know if my parents felt this way closing in on their 30s. They had already had my brother and I by their 30s so I guess they wouldn't have even had a chance to take a minute and take it all in. I have some big milestones coming up soon that I am excited, nervous and worried about. I must admit I am more excited than anything else. When you invest so much of your time into your life, work, relationships and then you commit to them even harder, it makes you feel like you have achieved something. I have wholeheartedly, 100% been involved into my life, whether it came to giving love or taking love, giving mercy or getting mercy! The truth and the intensity that you sow into your bonds brings them to a wonderful culmination founded on sweat, grime, tears and love. No one said it would be easy. No one said it would be great but at least I tried and gave it my best.

Arriving at my 29 would mean I arrived there battered, bruised, beaten up yet triumphant. I can recall just how much I used to yearn to be independent, even at a very small age! I wanted to be my own woman, have my own money, house, job, relationships, degrees and things that I achieved on my own! My parents had always given me their tremendous support but that was usually contingent on me not fucking up. And fucking up is what I mostly did. Trial and error and trial and error. Things that I have done, I know for sure none of the folks I know have. And vice versa. Each decision of mine was based on intuition, silliness, high risk taking disposition and a fair amount of unwarranted hubris that comes with young age. And you know what, I am fucking proud of it. I am proud of myself that I spoke up whenever I could, whenever there was a need, always against injustice and always for truth! I hate cowards, I hate people who just go on about their lives (the ones who have decently cushion-y lives and decent cushion-y jobs) and never ever think, talk, see or speak about anything apart from themselves. I have seen and been with those people as well. And I have sent out my hugs and brickbats to all of them whenever there was a need of either.

This is not to forget the best of the best people I have met who have taught me patience, assertiveness, politeness in the face of shit hitting the fan and being yourself, no matter which way the fucking world turns. I am grateful to them for that. I am grateful to my life that helps me meet so many wonderful people that I cry with gratitude sometimes. I just cry that there is so much fucking humanity in this life. Why would anyone be an asshole still? Beats me!

So hey closing in on 29 and then 30 and hitting some great milestones has me dancing like a peacock in the monsoon! And as much as I fear, I am getting older, I am also filled with an abundant joy and excitement. That there is so much more to see in this life. That I get to live some more, see some more, speak out my truth some more and give joy and give back to the world some more!

There is more to come my friend! Hang tight and keep being yourself!