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Dear Universe…

I have stayed positive, written in my gratitude journal, prayed every day and tried to be one with your flow. And nothing! Zilch!

I know you hate it when I live in the past but I can’t help it. Just look at last year – 2012. It was nothing short of magical. You got me writing again after a long hiatus and people were actually reading my posts! You egged me on to start my own website and I did. It was scary but I got all the support I needed thanks to you. I even got my posts published in other websites. I started off with zero confidence in my skills as a writer and by the December of 2012 you had me thinking that I could write a book! I felt free, fully alive and at the height of my creativity.

Magical meetings with old friends, a trip to India at very short notice to attend my cousin’s wedding and miraculous healing – you made all this and more possible! The new year 2013 looked full of promise and I happily jumped headlong into it. And then splat! I fell on my face! Without any warning. It was painful. I felt abandoned. The magic was gone. The creativity barely trickling. I had a good mind to quit and go hide in the bowels of the earth where no one would find me. But I had kids who looked up to me and I had readers I was accountable to. And then there was my baby – my website.

It took all of my strength to keep myself from sinking into dark despair and deep depression. Everyday I told myself that things would get better. I just need to keep at it. The creativity will flow again. This dry spell will pass. Month after month went by in banality, half-alive, hanging by a thread.

You sent many distractions my way to shift my focus. People who needed support, prayers and healing. It was your way of preventing me from having a meltdown. As much as I appreciate what you did I can’t help asking – where was the support I so badly needed. Why were you holding it back from me?

It’s July now and things haven’t changed. I wanted a fresh start, something different but you thwarted it. So I’m back to where I started. Sometimes I just want to scream till I can scream no more. It’s like every cell in my body is calling out for help. But you turn a deaf ear to me.

Yes you keep sending me signs – pennies here, clover leaves there, butterflies everywhere. Just the other day I was walking in the mall and having a conversation with you. I give up. I can’t take this anymore! I look down and I see a penny. Very funny!

You know how patient I’ve been. You know how long I have waited to finally do what I love and then you just expect me to give up the binky cold turkey?

Maybe I should just write off this year. It’s sort of like a ‘test year’ isn’t it? You are watching me and watching my every move. You want to know if I will throw it all away when the frustration peaks. Or do I want it so bad that I will keep on going on even though it feels like I have iron shackles on my feet. You want to see if I have truly overcome the demons of the past that keep dragging me down away from your light. Will I still be able to spread the light, despite fear and doubt gnawing at my heart.

Are you happy with the way I dealt with everything you threw at me this year? I think so! The struggle was under the surface. Outside it was business as usual – kids, blog and everyday life. I watched others struggle with major crises in their lives. The drama in the world escalated. It was hard to wake up every day to the constant chatter of death, injustice and despair.

But through your infinite grace you sent little rays of light in what would have otherwise been an endless tunnel of darkness. Although the magic had temporarily left my life I could see it unfolding in the lives of many a friend. Friends who had waited patiently for many years, praying and hoping for something to manifest. Folks in a slump who found renewed strength and pulled themselves up to face the world again. It made me feel so happy and thankful to finally see them have breakthroughs.

On a final note, I have no idea what your plans for me are. Why don’t you just surprise me? In the mean time I have enough evidence from my own life and  from friends and family to simply sit tight and wait it out. I know you are busy working things out for me now. In your own way. In your own time. All I can do is trust and stay open until you work your magic again.

 

Out of the Ashes Rises the Phoenix

I can count the number of movies I have cried for. “Anjali”, “Taare Zameen Par”, “The Notebook” and “Titanic”. This week I added a new one to my tearjerker list – Dolphin Tale. It is a tale of triumph. Overcoming odds. Resilience. The American Heritage dictionary defines resilience as the ability to recover quickly from illness, change or misfortune. Or the property of a material to resume its original shape or position after being bent, stretched or compressed. Like a rubber ball. You squeeze it and it pops back up.

But this movie goes beyond resilience. I wonder if there is a word for recovering quickly from being pushed into the jaws of death and then popping back up much better than ever before. Because that was just what the dolphin did. It happened right here in Florida and someday soon I’ll be taking the family to see that dolphin. Cos this ain’t no ordinary dolphin. This is a dolphin with a higher purpose.

“Winter” loses her tail after being hurt by a crab cage. Imagine a dolphin that cannot swim – it’s as good as dead. But Winter learns to swim without a tail. Like that’s not enough, she gets a prosthetic tail – something unheard of and after several times rejecting it, learns to swim with it. Wait! That’s not it. Today she brings hope to veterans and children who have lost their limbs. Somehow they can relate to this amazing cetacean that cheated death and is a beacon of hope.

Oprah once featured a dog on her show. This amazing animal had lost the use of its hind legs and was walking on its fore legs. It’s the spirit of these animals that is incredible. They are as joyous as they would have been with all their limbs/tails intact. They do not perceive themselves as broken, handicapped or in any way deprived.

I’ve seen this trait in humans as well. The ability to overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles and emerge triumphant. A kind of invincibility that gets activated only under dire circumstances. I saw this man on stage with Dr. Wayne Dyer. A man who got severely burnt at the age of two. A man who lost both his hands.  And a man who decided to be a drummer. Yes! A drummer without hands. I watched in awe as he approached a drum set and attached the drumsticks to the ends of his arms with elastic bands. He then went on to play the drums with such gusto that I hardly have words to describe it!

And then there is the story of a mother who lost all her limbs to a flesh eating bacterium after childbirth. She didn’t have hands to hold her baby. The baby that she nurtured in her womb and waited to see and hold after 9 months. But she just wanted to hold her baby – with or without hands. She can now hold her baby and also actively helps out with taking care of her. Her love for her baby kept her from slumping in a corner, defeated and broken.

Some of you may not think that everyone is capable of such courage in the face of utter defeat and despair. I think that these animals and people are here to remind us that we are capable of great things. We just haven’t tapped into it yet. We just haven’t been burnt to ashes yet. Only then can we rise whole and resplendent.

I’m sure there are many more stories like the ones I’ve shared. If you know one, please share it below. The world could do with some inspiration right now!

 

 

Let’s Help ‘The Help’

Summer vacation! I was so excited that school was out and the kids were home. Not anymore. I wish they would go back to school. Or a maid would drop down from the heavens into my lap – or even better, into the kitchen! I have been maid-free for the past 10 years. In other words I’ve been doing all the work and I’ve come to appreciate maids a lot more. I’ll be honest, I didn’t really notice them when I was younger. I remember moving into our own apartment in the early 90s. It was a nice little two bedroom apartment with running water (unlike the rented house we lived in before). The apartment was on the edge of a slum. From my parent’s bedroom window I could see my maid’s hut. She was just a year older than me and while I went to high school, she dropped out to feed her younger sisters and brother (5 in all).

She was the best maid ever. She never talked back to Mom or complained about the work. She never demanded anything. She used to be my companion when my parents weren’t home. We used to play board games and cards. But things looked peachy only on the surface. And I was painfully aware of that. I had a future – higher education, career, wealth etc. while she was doomed to be a maid because that was all she knew. All because she was born poor? But it didn’t mean she had to live poor and die poor. My family made sure she didn’t go hungry even for a day but beyond that we didn’t know how to help her. Or we didn’t believe we had the power to help her.

My grandma had young girls come and work for her. They used to leave their villages and come stay in our house. They not only gave up their families and hometowns but also any grandiose dreams of being something other than what their moms had ever been. My grandma treated them well and I befriended them and tried to teach them English. All they wanted to know was how to sign their names in English. ABCs are not for me – they all said. They knew that my grandma would get them married off to a decent man and that was fine with them.

So what do we do? I was talking to my Dad the other day and he told me about our neighbors in Chennai who put their maid through college. She worked for them during the day and attended evening college and graduated. Now if enough of us did that we could really make a difference. If you are reading this then you have the means to help at least one person. Educate them, educate their kids, teach them some skill that will help them move up. Whenever I go to India I’m amazed by the amount of work these maids do. All day they clean, wash, sweep and mop. At their home. At job number 1. At job number 2. And job number 3 maybe! I know how tough it is to do all the work around the house and it’s tougher without a maid. If I’m out all day with the kids, the plates pile up, dinner doesn’t cook itself and the trash stays put. So be grateful if you have a maid and bite your tongue when you feel like saying something nasty when she turns up at noon. After all she is human and given a chance she would gladly swap places with you.

A few weeks back I read the book ‘The Help” and also watched the movie. One scene from the movie really moved me. It’s the charity ball, set up by the ladies to collect money for orphans in Africa. The very same ladies who refuse to lend money to their maids or treat them as fellow human beings. That’s how the world works these days. We say we want to feed the world and help the poor. But we forget to feed the beggar who lives right around the corner or check on the old neighbor who lives all by herself. We forget to start right at home with the people that come into our lives. Life gives us many opportunities to help but we are always looking for something bigger. There is no glory in helping your maid but if you sponsor UNICEF you can be really proud!!! This kind of thinking keeps us from helping the people who really help us and impact our day to day lives. I’m not saying don’t help NGOs. Just don’t forget to help the people who fall through the cracks. Help close the gap.

I want to hear from all of you who have maids, do not have maids or aspire to have maids…

And You Wait And You Wait And You Wait…

In this age of instant downloads and the convenience of getting everything with just the click of a mouse, we are getting increasingly impatient. Life is so much easier to navigate with the host of gadgets that have been invented since the early 1900s and yet we all complain that we don’t have time. We can’t wait for stuff to happen! We want to jump headlong into situations even when we are not ready. Don’t get me wrong. Patience is not to be confused with passiveness. There is a time to sow and reap and there is a time to wait for mother nature to do her thing.

I do know a thing or two about patience. I had to wait 8 years to get my license, after being denied even a measly permit. I had to wait 9 years to get a job. And 10 years to finally find a sense of purpose and finally be happy with ‘me’. And ‘me’ was never the patient type to start with. I had to have everything ‘now’ or all hell would break loose. If I was hungry I wanted the food ‘now’. If I was sleepy I would just drop down and sleep. It was like everything revolved around needy little me.

I learnt my first lesson in patience when pregnant with my first child. You see, you have to wait the whole 9 months to see or hold your baby. You don’t want to rush it and harm the baby in the process. So I waited and waited and she finally arrived and brought with her lesson 2 of patience. A baby’s cry takes precedence over other mundane things like cooking, cleaning, showering, changing clothes stained with spit up and even sleeping! They simply have to wait while you attend to your wailing baby. She was like my earlier avatar – needy little ‘me’. By the time baby number 2 arrived I was on my knees begging for mercy. No more lessons in patience for me please!

Gardening teaches you a thing or two about patience. You sow your seeds and keep watering the soil even when you don’t see any seedlings. You know the seeds are in there because you put them there. If you continue watering them (given that you are patient enough to do that) they will eventually sprout and poke their tiny heads through the soil. Now imagine all your wishes are seeds you plant in the universe, you can’t be like me and say you want it now! You have to be like the gardener who keeps nurturing that seed till it blossoms and manifests your heart’s desire. You can’t pull the petals of a bud open, you will ruin the flower. You have to let it take its time to blossom.

I remember when we had science projects at school, we often used mustard seeds to create ‘paddy fields’ in our dioramas. Why mustard seeds? Because they sprout very quickly. In just 2 days you’d have lush green miniature paddy fields. Something that tiny has the power to sprout and grow if the right conditions are provided. So have the faith of a mustard seed and you can manifest things out of thin air! I think faith and patience go hand in hand. It’s my faith that the universe will deliver that keeps me from throwing in the towel too soon.

If the things you want don’t turn up then you need to take a closer look at the gardener (that’s YOU) . Have you provided the right conditions for your seed to sprout and flourish or are you choking it with negativity? Weed out the negativity and see what happens.

Be patient but not passive. If you need to take action do so with courage and one-pointed focus.

I know people who waited 10 years for a baby or 6 years for the right man to show up and they all think it was worth the wait. Don’t ever settle for second best or compromise on your dreams and aspirations, just because they don’t show up when you want them to. Divine timing is always perfect and God is the world’s best gardener. All good things come to those who wait.

Who or what has tested your patience in the past? What arrived in your life after years of waiting and was totally worth it? Share it now!

 

Collective Consciousness

I was at a basketball game in February this year. Orlando Magic vs Atlanta Hawks. To get to the part I want to talk about I have to cut to the fourth quarter of the game (sorry guys!) Magic was trailing by two points. The Amway Center was full of Magic fans and they really wanted them to win. I was one of them. We rose in unison, chanting at a feverish pitch, the energy filling the stadium, pushing the players and the ball to do their bidding. A two-pointer! The crowd went wild. The clock was ticking. Just seconds to go before the end of the fourth quarter. Atlanta scores. The crowd roared and we continued to chant in unison – one voice, one soul, one vision! Magic scored again and the timer beeped indicating the end of the fourth quarter. I’m standing, my hands raised, screaming ecstatically. Even my usually reticent husband is screaming, thumping my kids and giving high fives. What just happened? Ever been to a concert or game? Then you would know that the fans exude so much energy that the air is electric and charged. So much so that spontaneous combustion is possible! To me the collective energy was palpable.  Almost like a force driving the players to tie the game. If the game had resumed immediately, the energy that hung around the room would have propelled Magic to win. But as the seconds slipped by and the game went into 5 minutes of overtime, I could sense the energy dissipating, people disengaging from the whole, the collective if you will.

The game resumed but the energy had shifted, the audience had lost it’s one-pointed focus and I could taste the disappointment, feel it in the air. Atlanta scored. Orlando missed twice and the timer went off. Magic lost and I knew they would even before it happened.

The mind when applied properly is a very powerful device. So several minds working together on a common goal are unstoppable. If only the people in the basketball stadium knew that. Enough of them. Just to tip the scales to obtain a win for Magic. Imagine what we can do right here, right now. Why work alone when you can improve your chances of success by working together. Many of us want the same things – a job, a partner, inner peace, money – may be not in that exact same order. But if a buddy can help you stick to an exercise routine, he/she sure can partner with you to get something you both want. So why not make the journey together, why not help each other along the way. Why go alone, get disappointed and give up just when the goal is within your reach. There is so much we can change just by working together. In our lives, in the lives of several people we haven’t even met and even life here on earth. So get cracking and get involved. No more standing in the bylines. Come on out to the forefront and focus your collective energy for the highest good of all. Find something worthy of your attention.

How will you (and your buddies) apply the power of collective consciousness today? Please share below…