Letters I Write in My Head

Letters I Write in My Head: A Mother to Her Son

10 Life Lessons I Want My College-Going Son to Carry Forward

The day my son stepped into college, I realised something quietly profound: parenting is not about holding on forever, but about letting go with values packed neatly in the heart. As mothers, we often teach through reminders, worries, and food—but beneath it all lies fierce love and silent prayers. These are the lessons I hope my son carries with him into adulthood.

Lesson 1: Who You Are Will Speak Before You Do

Long before anyone asks what you study or earn, they will notice how you treat people who can do nothing for you. Carry yourself gently. Character is not taught in classrooms; it is revealed in small, unguarded moments.

Lesson 2: Freedom Is a Skill You Must Learn

Living away from home will feel intoxicating at first. But freedom without discipline quickly becomes chaos. Learn to plan your days, respect your limits, and clean up your own messes—literal and emotional.

Lesson 3: Falling Is Allowed. Staying Down Is Not

You will make mistakes I cannot prevent. That is not failure; that is growing. Our home does not measure worth by uninterrupted success, but by the courage to begin again without bitterness.

Lesson 4: Your Lesson in Respect - Is Your Sibling.

Before the world teaches you how to treat mankind especially women, you learned it at home. Listen to your sibling even when you disagree. Let their opinions matter. Your masculinity does not diminish when you make space for their voice—it matures.

Lesson 5: One Day, Your Sibling Will Be Your Strongest Constant

Life will scatter friendships and change addresses, but your sibling will remember your shared childhood even when the world forgets you. Protect that bond. Time is kind to siblings who stay kind to each other.

Lesson 6: Choose Companionship Over Crowd Approval

Not everyone who sits beside you belongs beside you. Walk with people who encourage honesty, effort, and empathy. Loneliness with integrity is better than company that hollows you out.

Lesson 7: Strength Is the Ability to Speak When It’s Hard

You do not have to carry everything silently. Confusion, fear, and exhaustion do not make you weak—they make you human. Reach out. Strong men build bridges, not walls.

Lesson 8: Learn to Care for Yourself Before You Promise to Care for Others

Cook simple meals. Wash your clothes. Budget your money. Independence is not a gendered virtue; it is basic adulthood. The man who can manage his life brings peace into others’ lives.

Lesson 9: Achievement Means Little Without Anchors

Ambition will push you forward; relationships will hold you steady. Stay connected to your sister, your family, your roots. Success feels lighter when shared.

Lesson 10: You Will Always Have a Place to Return To

Go chase the life you imagine. Change, grow, stumble. But remember—there is a home that does not demand explanations, a father whose pride is not conditional, a sister who knows your past, and a mother whose heart beats for you, prays for you.

“You chose me to be your mother, and I am proud of you every single moment.”

Love Maa!

10 Lessons I’d tell My Daughter

10 Lessons I’d tell My Daughter (From a Mother Who’s Lived a Little)

My dear daughter,
I may not have done everything right. But I have lived—and life has been my most demanding teacher.

If I could pause time and speak to you not as a mother who must know everything, but as a woman who has learned slowly, honestly, here is what I would tell you.

1. Never make yourself small to make others comfortable.

Love should never require you to shrink. The world has enough space—take up yours.

2. Your worth is not measured by how much you sacrifice.

Giving is beautiful. Disappearing is not. Choose balance, not burnout.

3. Speak up—even when your voice shakes.

Silence may keep the peace, but it steals your truth. Your voice deserves to be heard.

4. Choose health early, not as an afterthought.

Rest is not laziness. Sleep is not indulgence. Your body is the only home you will ever truly own.

5. Marriage is a partnership, not a rescue mission.

Love should walk beside you, not ahead of you. Never confuse control with care.

6. Don’t live your life to please society.

“Log Kya change” has ended more dreams than failure ever has.

7. Learn to ask for help without guilt.

Strength is not doing everything alone. Strength is knowing when to lean.

8. Be kind to yourself on the days you fall short.

Perfection is exhausting. Grace is powerful. Choose grace.

9. Protect your childhood—and your children’s.

This is the lesson I learned late. Some truths are too heavy for a child

This is the lesson that aches the most.

In my effort to be honest, I shared my battles with you—my disappointments, my hurts, my unresolved relationships—without realizing that a child is not meant to carry a parent’s emotional weight.

What I thought was openness quietly became a burden.

In speaking my pain aloud, I may have seeded unhappiness, colored a few relationships, and taken away a part of your carefree childhood.

Children need safety more than truth.
Light more than layers.
Joy more than justification.

Whenever, you become a mother, remember this:
heal before you share.

10. Remember: it is never too late to begin again

If I learned this late, you don’t have to. And if you forget—remember, there is always time.

I didn’t know all this when I was your age.
But if knowing it now can make your path lighter, braver, freer—
then every mistake I made has meaning.

Walk gently.
Walk boldly.
And above all—walk as yourself.

 “You chose me to be your mother, and I am proud of you every single moment.”

Love Maa 

SEVEN -7 Phere# 7 lives

Saat Phere & Saat Janam: 

Why Love Begins by Walking Together? 

In a Hindu wedding, love doesn’t announce itself loudly. It begins quietly—by walking in circles around fire. 

The Saat Phere are the seven sacred rounds taken around Agni, the holy fire. They are not decorative rituals meant only for photographs. They are practical promises for real life—made not to an audience, but to a witness that cannot be fooled.

Part 1 : Seven Promises, One for Every day of Marriage

Each round represents a vow meant for ordinary days not extraordinary moments.

1) To nourish each other and the home 

2) To offer strength when one feels weak

3) To build prosperity with honesty and shared effort

4) To grow in wisdom, respect, and understanding 

5) To care for family together

6) To pray for health and time

7) And finally, to remain friends!

That last vow often goes unnoticed, yet it is the one that carries a marriage through decades. Romance may begin a relationship, but friendship sustains it.

Traditionally, the groom leads the first four rounds and the bride the last three—a subtle reminder that leadership in marriage is not fixed. It changes, depending on who needs to lead and who needs to hold space. 

The ritual is also called Saptapadi, Mangal pheras , or Saat Vachan. Different names, same meaning.  After the seventh step, the marriage is considered complete. In reality, that is where the real work begins.

Part 2 : Fire reminds us that relationships need tending. Ignore them, and they fade. Care for them, and they give warmth.

What the Fire Really Asks?

1) The sacred fire does not ask if you will always be happy? 

It asks if you will always be honest.

2) It does not promise ease; it demands endurance.

3) It does not romanticize permanence; it tests commitment.

 In circling Agni seven times, the couple learns an ancient truth: marriage is not a straight road. It is a return—again and again —to shared values, shared effort, shared becoming. And perhaps that is why love in this tradition is circular. 

Part 3 : Saat Janam: Love without an Exit Clause

 Saat Janam—seven lifetimes. To say Saat Janam ka rishta is to declare that this bond is not a coincidence of convenience, but a recognition across incarnations. 

A familiarity that precedes memory. It means choosing the same person again, even when it would be easier not to. 

In my experience, there are seven major challenges in every marriage which must be overcome to uphold the integrity of institution of marriage. Just like seven year itch or the famous saying, " A marriage which lasts for seven years, will last a lifetime.". These seven lives are the seven times when both partners let down their ego and return to each other in a more determined, mature and understanding way. 

A Personal Promise

At our wedding, we made a simple pledge that has stayed with me far longer than the ceremony itself: I call it NR pledge ( Neelesh Reemanshu)

 “We promised to rise in love—not fall in love.” 

 Because falling is easy. Rising takes effort. Falling is instinctive. Rising is intentional.

Perhaps that is what the Saat Phere, Agni and Saat Janam truly teach us. Marriage is not about dramatic declarations or flawless harmony. It is about returning—again and again—to shared values, shared effort, and shared growth.

That is why love here moves in circles. Because what truly matters is worth revisiting.

Because what is sacred must be revisited. And what is eternal never moves in a hurry. 

Love, 

Juju

 

Reflections: Popsie's Way!

Dear Diary, 

It's been 41 days, since my father, my FPG attained moksha. Inspite of keeping myself super busy, his absence hits hard every day. 

As the year is about to change, I could not help reflecting on some wisdom pearls which I have learnt from my parents. They lived a secure, contented happy life. They had faith in each other and their children. 

Sharing few reflections- 

“It is NOT my kids’ job to take care of me when I'm old.”

Their job is to live their own lives, build their own families, chase their own dreams not clean up after me because I didn't plan ahead.

We have to stop romanticizing the idea that our kids owe us their lives because we raised them. 

If you choose to bring children into this world, that means you take full responsibility for raising them, supporting them, and preparing THEM for life not the other way around.

Don't try to control them. Have faith in your upbringing and values you have instilled. Children love you. Control weakens the bond. 

That's the bare minimum of being a parent.

I want my kids to visit me because they love me, not because they feel trapped under a burden I dropped on their shoulders.

Being a parent doesn't come with a retirement plan and it sure as hell doesn't come with the right to steal your child's future. 

So plan, save and take care of your own business. 

Love, 

Yours Chaand 

(as my father used to call me at times)

"POPSIE WAY OF LIFE"

 An ode to my Father !

" POPSIE WAY OF LIFE"

Bidding farewell to our Father - who lived a King sized life and left on his terms. Salute to a pure soul who was all mind (and not body)

His wisdom pearls: When the body begins to start winding up and there’s no hope of return, no further treatment should be done. There should be - NO IV, Feeding Tubes, or hospital visits without purpose. 

His wish: His final moments to be Peaceful: Guided by wisdom, not by a desperate chase for cure to extend the Life. To leave straight from his bed in his house to almighty directly. He had direct connection with God and considered God to be his friend. His favourite quote - " Main aur mera bhagwan: hum do !" 

If death is a consequence of any disease process, then if you treat the disease death can be avoided or postponed. But the biology of the body runs much much deeper than that. Body is not just a machine designed to run for ever. It’s a limited system, powered by "Finite Life-force". This energy doesn’t come from any external source — it flows subtle through the body, the same one we all experience but cannot see, made up of the Mind, Memory, Intellect & Consciousness.

This subtle body is the channel through which life-force enters, spreads through the body and powers everything from heartbeat, digestion, and movement to the ability to think. 

But this life-force is not Infinite. Each body contains a specific, fixed quantity, like a machine with a sealed battery : you can’t add or reduce the power. In my Popsie's word - there is a quota for everything and one should see life in totality. “The toy works only as long as the key winds it,” as the saying goes. When this energy is finally exhausted, the subtle body separates from the physical one. 

That is the moment when the body becomes still and we say, "the breath has left the body." This is body’s own Internal Timing - a process that begins in the womb and completes when the energy is fully spent. Every cell, every organ, quietly finishes its individual lifespan — and when the total quota is exhausted, the body comes to rest.

Death doesn’t follow the clock on the wall -it follows Biological Time of the body. And that is Different for Everyone. Some lives complete at 35, others at 90 years. But both are complete in their own measure. No one dies, no one leaves incomplete, unless we see it as a defeat.

When modern medicine insists on extending life, it often exhausts not just the body, but also the entire family. When Popsie's body whispered: “Enough now.” We respected his wish-" Let my Body go. Don’t try to Stop it" 

This was not simple. Balancing logic and emotion is perhaps the hardest task of all. But if we start to see death as a natural, peaceful and biologically-timed process, maybe we’ll fear it a little less. Maybe it's time to stop fighting death'. And instead, prepare to live well before it arrives.

And when it comes, let it arrive with peace and dignity.

In the Words of the Buddha: Death is a Promotion.

Love you from this world to your world: Till we meet again, up there !

Yours, 

Juju\ Raju\ Chaand

Silent love of a Mother!

Recently, I met two people of different age groups. One is my doctor friend whom I met yesterday at a party. She casually mentioned, “So, how’s your empty nest ? You must be having ample of time now.” I responded, “I consider it as launch pad rather than empty nest.” She smiled back and nodded, “Beautiful thought. I never thought it like this.” Second one is an adult in a relationship since 2 years. He mentioned, “ My girl friend has taught me how to live, behave, moral values etc.” I was taken aback and asked,” What about your mother?” I know his mother as a sincere dedicated mother. He replied, “Yes, she has raised me up, but my girlfriend has taught me things which my mother couldn’t!”  For once I fell short of words and chose to be quite.

I am at an age where all in my household are above 18 years. House which chirped with voices of my children has gone quiet. My fridge is nearly empty except for basics – milk, curd, bread and eggs, few basic vegetables and apples. Big cherries, Avocado, Dragon fruit, grapes, tender coconut are nowhere to be seen. Mixer doesn’t whirr, dosa tawa stands at one corner of my kitchen, idli stand peeps from the cabinet, coffee jar is empty. The only biscuits our pantry has are digestive and multigrain. In nutshell, there is silence, maybe emptiness.

No one prepares you for the silence children leave behind when they grow up. The silence that seeps into your heart, when they no longer ask what to do or when they stop seeking your advice. It’s not about the silence of an empty home, rather silence when they begin living, without you. Of course, I smile — because this is what I always wanted: to see them take their flight. But I feel shaken, deep inside. 

Being the mother of grown children hits different. Holding back words when you see them making mistakes or swallowing the urge to call when they don’t answer. This phase prepares you to learn to love without interfering. A mother learns to watch from a distance, with still hand and a trembling heart.

Sometimes they share things with you, but often they don’t. And you pretend it doesn’t hurt. But it does. It hurts not to be part of everything, as before. It hurts to realize they no longer need you — at least, not in the same way. And yet, you’re still there. Cooking their favorite meals when they visit. Spreading out childhood photos. Sending greetings and messages every day without fail, hoping for a reply. Mother’s heart whispers prayers for her children every night, as if those words alone could shield them from the world.

“I will call you Maa in fifteen minutes,” these words brings joy and hope to a mother’s heart and she waits, waits and waits.   Because deep down, a mother can never stop caring. She simply learns to do it from the shadows, from a corner, from a prayer. This is a love no one sees… yet it holds everything together. This is the circle of life.

Moral: Being the mother of an adult child means accepting that you are no longer the center of their life — but continuing to love as if you still were. Because some love never fades… it simply learns to wait in silence.

Mumbai Spirit !

 Mumbai Spirit !

This incident is straight out of a movie. I signaled the kaali peeli (black- yellow ) taxi to stop. As I said Parel , another voice said Dadar station. The taxi driver smiled and said,“ Both of you decide. I was getting late for my duty in Tata Memorial hospital and the other women had to rush to her office. I said, “Be my guest, lets go in one taxi.”

The cool wind from Arabian sea had a soothing effect. I reflected upon this magical city Mumbai a land of dreams, a land of opportunities. A lot had changed over the last few years in terms of flyovers, development. But what had remain unchanged was the spirit of Mumbai. Cool breeze, monsoon magic mixed with hope and calling.

One can still buy a vada pav at Rs 15 or a full meal at Rs 50 (daal +2 vegetables+ 4 chapatis), cutting chai at rs 5/10 (small /big), beside endless places of fine dining. Evening walks on Marine drive, riding the Cinderella carriage with the mystic soothing breeze and rain drops sensitizing your soul. For once you feel alive again as your breathing syncs with the city vibe.

Skyscrapers to chaawls, this financial capital has place for every person. Cafe Irani chaii boasting of rich heritage, their signature bun maska/ Irani chaii  Cafe Mysore maintaining the age old tradition of south Indian cuisine, a dish dedicated to Anant Ambani - Anant’s Yum Dosa (Ms Shanteri Nayak’s recipe). Not to forget NMACC, Filmcity, etc. This city has glamour as well as slums, beaches, street food for every mood. 

Words can never do justice to this city. One needs to experience the magic.

My family/friends says “ One can get Reemanshu out of Mumbai but cannot get Mumbai out of her!”

Love, Juju

 

Wait to Snickers Break!

My elder monk smiled and entered her arena for a nine hour long fight-a test of mental, physical, emotional strength,  stamina and presence of mind. I looked out for a place to spend my time. I found the adjoining office empty with cushioned sofa and table chairs. I reclined on sofa and slipped into a slumber. All offices have partially see through glass walls and doors. 

After some time, I was woken up my muffled voices. On seeing me, a young man of maybe 25 years, apologised for the noises and in the most polite way spoke , " Mam, this office has been acquired by a company I work for and we will be doing some connections and fittings. " 

I got up and moved out to find another resting place. Luckily, i found another empty office with elegant furniture. I settled down, had juice and started meditating. 

After sometime, the same man came and said, " Mam, you can sit in our office, we have switched on the air conditioning and it's well lit. We are starting from tomorrow, everything is being checked today. Please be comfortable " 

I was surprised by his politeness and thoughtfulness. Wi-fi person and electrical fitting persons were working. Finally, the office maintanence work was near completion. I offered them chocolates and said,  " Snickers Break to banta hai!" While going on a lunch break, he shared the Wi-fi password. 

My faith in humanity was restored once again. I spent my time in one of the most posh office space in Silicon Valley of India. I realized the best way is communication at soul level with a smile

My wait transformed into one of  the best day of my life with timely Snickers break! 

Love Juju . 

Social battery!

 Social battery!

“Maa! my social battery is low, I will call you tomorrow. Good night!” my younger monk said, while disconnecting the line. I knew he was tired, as the last two weeks had been very challenging. College  Literary Club was organizing a Declamation contest as a part of Environment Day Celebrations. The entire medical college was taking part, time was less and a lot had to be done.

On the D-day, I was waiting to hear the details about the event, waiting for his pictures and so on. Finally, when my patience was about to say goodnight, I dialed his number. Immediately, he answered. There was excitement in his voice, a sense of satisfaction, he shared few pics and then said, Maa! I am low on my social battery!” I was bemused, social battery? A new term for me.

I could hear him smile as he continued, “I was in touch with so many people, talking on phone, texting messages, coordinating etc. I am tired and want to sleep now. Good night!” I resonated with this term- Social battery, wished him well. My sunny boy now, President of College Literary Club has finally become a young adult.

I found this term endearing. Some people feel they are introvert, some are extrovert. Now, I see from a new angle. Every soul comes with a built in chip of x GB and one's ability to socialize is directly dependent on this. The beauty is one can always increase the capacity.

From now on, whenever, I have to be in a social gathering, I plan beforehand and keep my social battery fully charged. Happy charging ! Keep loving, keep caring ! Keep reading, Keep sharing.

Love Juju.

Coming soon -

Momsie Popsie Diary 4.0 Finding Juju

“Unapologetically Her: Memoirs of Chaos, Chai and Choosing Herself”

 

Google Press release

Hi readers, 

Celebrating my journey in Literary world with this Google Press release 

https://www.issuewire.com/reemanshu-bansal-jujus-pearls-the-doctor-who-prescribes-words-as-healing-1834524019885656

Do click on link to read 

Love Juju 

When is the right time to embrace Spirituality?

When is the right time to embrace Spirituality?

 

I am often asked this question, “When is the right time to embrace spirituality?” What motivates a person? How difficult is the spiritual path? And many on similar lines.

In my understanding, there is no generalized answer to this. It’s like one shoe never fits everyone. But yes, I feel if the question has arisen in one’s mind then that is their first stepping stone into this beautiful divine world. 

Introspection, silence and self-talk are the primary keys.

In reality, there is never – a right time, never one fine day. Imbibe the principle of NOW

Sharing my side, I feel when one feels the mortal forms around you stop understanding you (you sense) or you are unable to communicate, Pause! Maybe your vocal conversation with mortals is near complete. And it’s time for silence.

So, I leave this as an open write up. 

Will love to hear your views in comments section.

Love, Juju

My Ikigai!

Hello beautiful souls, 

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Momsie Popsie Diary 4.0 -Finding Juju.

Stay tuned for updates. 

Check 2nd edition -Momsie Popsie Diary 2.0 Reimagining Life's Tapestry 

Updated cover on Amazon. 

“Words can heal in ways medicine sometimes cannot. I write not just to tell stories, but to help people feel seen, heard, and hopeful.”

— Reemanshu Bansal (Juju’s Pearls)

Ode to my Bhatty Aunty!

 Re-cap 22 years in 60 seconds!

(This is a eulogy to my dear Dr. Theresa Bhatty aunt)

“Dust we are: into dust shall we”, I am reminded of these wisdom pearls as I sit beside my dear aunt who looks beautiful, white as snow. This motionless, quiet figure looked divine, as if almighty had descended on Mother Earth. No longer will these eyes open nor will her lips move. With a heavy heart, as I internally bid goodbye to her, my second innings –post marriage life flashes in front me in a phenomenal fast forward supersonic speed.  

After marriage, I changed base from a metro city to a small city. Life seemed to have taken a back step by around twenty years- this was the down side. On the brighter side, I came across many amazing, compassionate, genuine souls who helped me move forward in my journey in a happy, comfortable way. 

One such noble soul is our very close family friend, who left for her higher journey a week ago. She adorned many roles in my life. Initially, she was an aunt, then my gynecologist, my professional colleague, later my friend and my second mother. 

She had a knack to communicate. She made every person very comfortable and relaxed. She knew how to talk to people of different gender and age groups. She was an avid reader and kept herself abreast with all the latest advancements in her field. She was always in gratitude mode and never ever complained.

Although we had age difference of thirty five years or so, we got along like buddies. One could discuss anything with her without the fear of being judged. She had a great digestion system and seemed to digest all the talks very well. I learnt a lot about life, marriage, profession, people, religion etc. Discussion in medical field always benefits the patient. She would take great pains in order to give the best to her patients. 

She was one of my youngest regular blog readers. She never texted rather always called up to express her views on my posts. Her values were very similar to my Momsie. Many a times, when I felt my soul battery showed low charging, I used to join her for breakfast. This brief interaction charged me instantaneously. Such is an aura of a divine soul.

Words can never be enough to express how I feel. The void is getting bigger. People I love are crossing over to another dimension in the parallel world. I remind myself that I cannot see them but they can always see me. Best is to live by their values. They are here only, very much amongst us, but in parallel dimension. Such souls become our guardian angels and always guide us.

Please express your love. Love is the most powerful emotion and force which require full expression.

Keep loving, keep caring, keep reading, keep sharing.

Love Joojoo. 

(P.S. Momsie Popsie Diary 2.0 Reimagining Life's Tapestry - National bestseller, 2nd edition is available on Amazon 

Coming soon Momsie Popsie Diary 4.0

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Feedback from a Client

Hello beautiful souls, 

Sharing a feedback from one of my clients, 22 years old girl. She shares the awareness and shift after 2 sessions. 

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Feedback : 

Coming to therapy I wondered how only talking can help me overcome my issues because I have talked about that many times with myself and close friends. But after having my sessions it changed something in me. 

I thought, the session will end soon with prescription of some medicines and usual advise. However, my counselor said right at the start ," I am not going to give any solution , only awareness." And I was like , inka kya fyada, jab solution hi nahin milegi. 

After my 1st session at the end when I walked out of the clinic I felt overwhelmed like all the emotions I have buried deep inside me channelised and got released. It gave me a different angle of vision. It made me spin 180 degree so I can see myself as I am and be at peace with that. Through my session I used some keywords as mental notes and used them as tools whenever I again encountered my issues. Soon repeated efforts cleared the path and now I have established my win over them. Nightmare (shadows) which used to trouble me, no longer come in my dreams. 

Another major happening was that I did it all by myself with the help of a right guide ( I remembered her words, I will create awareness, you will have to work), this also made me confident and self sufficient for my future Rather than a handicapped person who needs someone else to validate my feelings. It made me believe that the steering of my life is my hand , and my guide is just teaching me to drive with a calm mind on smooth and bumpy roads . I am very grateful to my counselor for making all the right efforts and bringing me this far in my healing journey ♥️

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Indebted to my mentor Partho da

Love, 

Joojoo's Pearls 

( Metaphors Of Movement Practitioner) 

HALL OF FAME

Hello beautiful souls, 

It's an honour that I have entered HALL OF FAME and have a Literary Awardee dedicated page. 

Check out the link below : 

https://www.ukiyoto.com/literary-awards/reemanshu-bansal

Love, Juju 

SCREENPLAY ADAPTATION

Hello beautiful souls, 

Happy to share my debut book has been selected for Screenplay adaptation.

Momsie Popsie Diary : Tea time chit chat on living life 

https://amzn.in/d/1uFpRrW

I know the journey is long. I am happy to embark on this journey. 

Love 

Juju 

Join the Dots!

Join the Dots!

Hello beautiful souls,

Life is all about identifying the dots, joining them and completing the puzzle of one's life.

Last couple of days have been challenging, causing an exponential leap in my faith in God. Whenever, I feel I hit a low tide, I reinforce my faith in God with all might. 

Living on this blue planet in this infinite universe, I started viewing my mortal form from an infinite distance. 

All the human beings appeared like tiny bright dots radiating energy and moving in a harmonious pattern. Some dots were clustered, others at a distance. There was a calm in this chaos.

Another belief I reinforced was that everything happens for a reason, every person we meet was destined and nothing could go wrong in the land of God (exceptions are for every rule). 

The concoction of life is to read people - dots you meet in life as opportunity. And join the correct dots. You will soon realise all these dots form a phenomenal pattern. 

This new perspective empowered me immensely.

Good luck to all, identify the dots, join in correct pattern and build your life.

Love,

Juju

 

Giant birds in Blue skies

My Airbus soared up in the blue skies leaving clouds far below. At 41010 feet above ground level, I felt I was in God's land . A safe and secure feeling swept over.  Perfect time to introspect and reflect the mortal life I was living on Homo sapiens land. These giant birds give one's dream wings to fly 

It was me and the infinite sky. No boundaries, no countries, a feeling of brotherhood and sisterhood. Flying always gives me a deep lesson in life besides adrenaline surge, especially during takeoff.

When the plane is on the ground, the buildings near the terminal look massive, almost intimidating. But as the plane takes off and slowly ascends, the same structures start looking smaller and smaller until, they seem non-existent. Have the buildings shrunk? Of course not!  I’ve just risen above them.

Life’s challenges are a lot like those buildings. Sometimes enormous, at times unmovable and overwhelming.  But when we work on rising above, they start to seem smaller. Challenges may not change, but their effect on us definitely diminishes to an extent that it seems to disappear. 

So, next time when life feels too big to handle, just buy yourself an air ticket and rise above everything. On a practical note, fly in your mental spaceship. Trust me, the view from up there is always clear and better!

Love 

Joojoo 

P.S. I am not a brand ambassador of Air India or any other airlines. 

(P.S. 2nd edition of Momsie Popsie Diary 2.0 is available on Amazon 

Coming soon Momsie Popsie Diary 4.0

Reach out @ Aanandit Wellness Hub - Re-Wire, Re-Charge, Re-Boot) - If you feel stuck in a situation /dealing with everyday life challenges. )

Letter to MOMSIE !

Letter to Momsie

Address : Heaven, God's own world. 

My ears yearn to listen to two words - 

Hello Raju ! 

My eyes look at my mobile screen to see one particular call - Incoming Momsie 

My heart longs to talk to you, to share my life, my accomplishments, success of my children.....list seems endless. 

Success seems incomplete without a word of encouragement from you. Though Popsie is there. 

Oh Maa .....forever is a long time to miss you! 

Time heals all wounds ! Really ! Some absences create deep scars in our hearts.  And time moving forward only seems to deepen our longing. 

Yet in this ache, I do find some comfort in small things - our old pictures, your fragrance in your favourite saree and dupatta, your slippers. Now these seem  like my connection with Heaven, which once existed on earth. 

Missing you forever seems like eternity. I keep you alive within me. As life moves forward, I am learning to walk without you. And creating new memories, in hope of finding a "New Normal".

Forever is a long time, but it also a testament to the ever lasting power of love. 

Love from my world to your world 

Till we meet again …up there! 

Love , 

Joojoo ( Yours Raju) 

Daily Life Humor Angle

Daily Life Humor Angle 

God created humans in all shapes and sizes with unique metabolisms. There are some who gain weight at a bullet train speed even if they inhale deeply while some don't gain even a single pound after eating like an ogre ! Seems like pure injustice.

This question must have occurred in everyone's mind. We all know many such contrasting souls in our circle. This write up sparked off when I told my learned friends my wisdom pearls using a metaphor.

Scenario 1

My friend's spouse is super fit with a lean built, has sensitive gut. Seasonal illnesses lead to gut revolt. And my friend's worries start. During one such episode, my friend wailed, " He is not eating properly and is looking weak." 

"Oh dear! remember your spouse has a current account. You need to make appetizing dishes to sustain his current balance/ stamina. Else, he will feel famished. There is no saving's account or FD in his body," I replied.

" What do you mean ? account, FD ? What are you saying ?", she replied in an impatient, annoying tone.

"Look ! there is no stored fat. Stored fat is like a savings account or maybe an FD (fixed deposit). We have sufficient such balance and our bodies can survive even if there is no deposit for a couple of days. Your spouse needs to make a daily deposit to maintain the current balance, meaning stamina," I patiently replied. This metaphor instantly clicked with my business-mind friend. We both started laughing out loud. 

Scenario 2

Another of my learned friend said, " Whenever, I gain extra pounds and am happy about it, my gut starts revolting and I come back to my original weight." This person is also super fit with a figure to die for. She wants to put on a few kgs whereas I want to shed few. This war is going once since few years. 

" Hey!, you seems to have an in-built auto-cut. As and when you gain, your brain triggers the auto-cut and the extra goes away. You are God's favourite obviously as you have been born with an auto-cut. Now who gets such mechanisms ?", I replied in a calm way trying to hide my disappointment of not being blessed. 

My friend smiled, " I was upset with my gut revolt. You have given me a new perspective. I like this as it helps me in accepting my gut issue." 

It's important to use the right metaphors to live a happy life.

Love, Joojoo 

(P.S. 2nd edition of Momsie Popsie Diary 2.0 is available on Amazon 

Coming soon Momsie Popsie Diary 4.0

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