Road map# Map of life

Road map# Map of life

A routine call to my Popsie always results in new meaning of life and leaves me enriched and energized. A routine well being call was channelized towards challenges of life. The relevance of one,s past experiences and their validity in present situation.

The way our grandparents, parents were raised, the way my generation was raised and the way generation next are being raised seem like a whole new world. The methodology, the environment, the access to technology has evolved at a mind blowing speed. So, as parents how correct is it to repeat our own experiences again and again and expect our children to follow the path which we chose. Are we happy and contented with our lives? If yes, then children will automatically grow as strong individuals

It,s high time all of us understand that our children are individuals. Please do not try to force  them into some preset molds. Let them evolve at their own pace and time, let them spread their wings, explore different spheres and settle at their own will. As a parent, beyond a certain age, one needs to be a friend more than a parent. Nobody like a bossy person around! Do we ?? Children are no different.

Looking at life from a distance gives a whole new meaning. Life is like a road map where origin and final destination are fixed. As a child, it seems like a simple two-four-eight lane road, just moving ahead, learning new things, acquiring new skills and learning to become self sufficient and self reliant. Once you zoom past the teenage years, one finds at cross road junction, so many roads ahead. Please bear in mind, there is no U-turn at this point. In fact, in road map of life there is no U-turn. Once you steer your wheel on a particular road, you find more avenues and lanes. It seems like a perfect network and resembles network of our nervous system. Fine, intricate nerves represents small kuccha roads, whereas the larger nerves represent four/eight -lane road. There are left turn, right turn, round-about. We keep on moving ahead on these roads for few decades. Towards the fag end of life, road seems to be merging with the sky. The traffic lights, road sensors, highway lights keep us motivated and speed -brakers are pausing moments where one can reflect on our journey.

Just imagine the veins on a leaf or pattern of roots of a tree. Everything follows an orderly pattern. When the sun sets, it helps the moon to shine. And at dawn time, moon recedes and lets the sun take over the charge. In nature, everything is well synchronized as they follow nature,s law. Mankind has harbored few vile like greed, ego and anger which are like invisible hand cuffs. The more conscious one becomes of nature around, one can learn effortlessly. “Mother nature” is the apt term as like a mother it nurtures us and takes care of us. We should be a gratitude mode and use resources intelligently.

It is of utmost importance to choose your calls wisely too. Instead of discussing topics like ,when will corona virus go? When the vaccine will be available? or keeping a track record of positive and negative covid case etc. Lets fill ourselves with positive energy so that whatever over flows with be positive.

Remember ! two negatives, make a positive. As we sync our mobiles with other gadgets , lets pledge to sync ourselves with mother nature and soon a better, healthier, cleaner, happier world will re- emerge.  It,s going to be dawn of  mankind like never before

Love and care,

Juju

Momsie Pospie,s words world:

Momsie Pospie,s words world:

Going through my bookshelf at my workplace, I stumbled upon my personal diary which holds few initial chapters of my novel. Towards the end, I had penned few pearls rather the essence of my parent,s teachings which I learnt in last four decades. In every house, there are certain principles and theories about life, few common terminologies. I will mention few of my all time favorites.

1)    Boarded/Landed: Whenever someone boards a flight/ train, one is supposed to text our Popsie boarded and on reaching their destination as landed.

2)    Agree to Disagree: In family or personal discussions, most of times we lay our cards and mutually agree on our disagreements. Hence, less arguments, more understanding.

3)    Listen to your child: My parents strictly endorse this. Emphasis is on listening to one,s child, make oneself available and provide an environment where the child can express freely without being judged.

4)  Be a good listener: Don’t be in a hurry to show off what you know. Always listen to what the other person has to say. The whole concept is to learn from other person.

5)    Jitna nahaye: utna punya paaye. This was generally used in relation to our flying visits.

6)    Everything is on my way: If one really want to do something whole-heartedly, one will find a way. Else, there is no shortage of lame excuses. 

7)    An effective communication can resolve /dissolve any misunderstandings.

8)    It is not important what you speak, important is how you speak and how the other person recieves. Your body language and your tone is the key. It is important to reach to the other person and keep him/her in same wavelength.

9)    Live in the moment.

10) In relationships, if you want it to work, you will always find a way. A small candle can do away with darkness.

11) Focus on your main goals: Don,t let smaller goals distract you from your path. All actions and work must be towards the main goal.

12) If you will think about it, you will be able to do it: everything starts from a thought.

13) A girl,s maiyka is by her brother and bhabhi, parents shower their love and blessings.

14)  One of my favourite,” Raju!, if you are happy ,we are happy.”

My popsie is a Senior Advocate (law graduate), did MBA from Delhi University, recommends management books by Peter F. Drucker - modern management guru. My Momsie was a double M.A. & B.Ed. who always taught us to follow the formula of “Simple living# High thinking.”

Love you Maa from this world to your world: till we meet : up there: again.

Happy Mother,s day !

Love,

Juju 

( Aapki Raju)

 

 

 

 

Virtue Vs Vile # Gratitude Vs Ingratitude

Virtue Vs Vile # Gratitude Vs Ingratitude

Since few days, an audio clip and newspaper cuttings are going viral. Seems society is in ingratitude mode towards the highest serving community of this universe – doctors. Somehow, spending money on movies in multiplexes, spending on lavish clothes, houses etc has become a necessity whereas paying a doctor,s fees ! Oh Gosh! It seems like their birth right has being snatched. How can a doctor charge a fee? After all, the poor patient has come to the doctor because of his/her illness needs sympathy. With opening of liquor shops and rise in economy graphs, one wonders whether this is a reality! How can we expect a civilized behavior from unconscious, sleepy minds drowned in vile of liqour.

Since, times and ages this has been the behavior and doctors are taken as easy/soft target. A person who spends nearly fifteen years in becoming a sound accomplished doctor (including high school years too) has lot of compassion and patience. Doctors are soft at heart hence easy targets. Doctors are united, but their duty is above everything else. Being a doctor is a choice. In fact, I feel it’s a religion in itself. We have our own world where we are happy and contented.

Few (rather many) restless souls who are un-thankful and vile, have mutant envious genes in them. They cannot digest the fact that doctors always seem to be calm and in control of their situation (mind).Virtue and vile go hand in hand just like a coin -Virtue(doctor)# vile (poisoned society). If one wants to remain positive, one must forgive and forget such incidences .One should remain calm and complain to concerned authorities.

There is a famous saying” Truth always prevails.” Once you know the intention is to malign you, stay clear. In these testing times, be prepared for the worst (everyday). The effects of Lock down 3.0 have started showing up in the society. With relaxation, people will vent their pent up emotions and frustrations on health care professionals, police force etc. When one feels the crisis has been tided over, they start showing their true colors. “Let go” of such incidents is the best policy. Meanwhile, prepare a fool proof strategy at state and national levels with one,s respective associations.

Buddha says, “If we don’t accept what is given (gift/bad words) by the other person, then those things remains with the other person.” So, why worry! Keep your remote in your own hands. Our children should also realize that problems exist everywhere, magnitude may vary. One should see everything in totality and then take a decision. Brain drain as it was called way back in eighties /nineties, now its talent drain (meaning is the same) Nobody can stop anyone from moving to greener pastures - it is the law of nature. Each one should remember their own duties and rights and their purpose in life.

My Popsie,s favorite statement ,”Things can,t happen as we wish : they happen as HE ( god) wishes.”So, keep calm, let no one destroy your inner peace. It will take few centuries before mankind awakens from their deep slumber. Till then, be the change, you want in others. Let,s spread positive news and not be disheartened by negative news. I will conclude with my favorite Serenity prayer, 

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change: the courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the difference.”

Love,

Juju

Till death do us apart # Lockdown 3.0

Till death do us apart # Lockdown 3.0

This vow “Till death do us apart” and marriage solemnized with fire as witness for seven births, I find these intriguing. Where one believes in togetherness till last breath, other one believes in a carry forward till next seven lives.

The relationship with Corona lockdown also seems to be quiet long, shore is nowhere in sight. The concept of social distancing has not yet seeped in. Every one moves with a thought process that he/she is immune to this virus. It,s the job of the government to save us. What attitude? Amazing! One should have faith and follow the guidelines issued by the government.

Social distancing has several aspects, not only being confined to your home. There is physical distancing, minimum arm breadth, there is social distancing in terms of no get-togethers, no parties, going to malls/ movies. Another important aspect which has been missed out is social media distancing. Keep safe distance from negative news, forwarded messages (without checking their authenticity), other social media sites. If we do so, there are fairer chances of remaining in positive frame of mind. It has become a trend to share pictures of whatever one is doing (In my case, I share my write ups), cooking experiments clicks/videos, online speeches, old memory shares etc. The whole concept is to keep oneself engaged in an activity so as to kill boredom and remain active. The best thing which caught my attention was online tambola, where there is even money transaction via Paytm zindabad!  Inspite of the physical distancing, there is one to one connectivity at the digital level.

Everyone is trying to make the best of this time so as to keep oneself in a progressive frame of mind. Family dance videos, college dance videos, awareness videos/speeches are in abundance and these make us feel connected as human beings at digital level. Each person is contributing in this pandemic in some way or the other, besides our main frontline warriors. Salute to teachers who are continuously upgrading themselves and taking online classes to engage students. Even children find a purpose with online classes and a sense of satisfaction. 

Special mention of educational webinars which are happening in a pandemic pattern. Everyday, there are so many webinars schedules, one feels as if all other work will be done with a magic wand. One should just sit with tea/coffee with laptop and mobile. 

Being confined as family has its share of ups and down with different moods swings pattern. I feel children are doing much better with their lives – they have good time management skills, elders on other hand are trying out different recipes for this stay vacation at home. Spouses are realizing that finally when sun will set, they will have each other to cherish. In special cases, people are realizing that their shores will be different when it will be dusk time. Realization is happening at all levels in all spheres. For some pre lockdown and lockdown time period is more or less the same, as their lives were already in quarantine mode.

This is my 50^th write up, I am also evolving and transforming every moment.  Famous metaphors/phrases which were gold standards earlier, have new meaning. This will require another dedicated write up.

Lets adopt/ modify our lifestyle and habits as these times are actual “Game changers”.

The changes which no one could bring in us have been brought by tiny micro organisms who have a motto of “Humans! It,s high time for you to give up this callous attitude and abusive nature.” Lets pray that all of us sail through this with a healthy lifestyle/habit and a progressive, positive  thought process with a vow to oneself that we will continue with these modified change s even after this pandemic crisis is tided over. “Till death do us apart and even beyond “.

Stay safe# stay indoors.

Love,

Juju

 

 

 

Cambridge School # My alma mater

Cambridge School # My alma mater

Lock down is doing wonders in every sphere of my life – personal, spiritual, emotional, innovative, creative. The tape of my life is in auto-rewind mode and  every day gets stuck in one particular time zone and I start seeing the film of “My Life “  like a spectator. This time my tape rewinds to forty years ago and I can see a beautiful, huge grey blue multi-storeyed building in Srinivaspuri, Ring Road, New Delhi. Oh ! that,s my alma mater –Cambridge School whose motto is ‘ We learn to serve”.

As I enter my school, I am greeted by our security guard whose moustach was one of its own kind, rolled till cheek, cut into square shape at end – typical Rajasthani style. The guard has an ear to ear smile and allows me in. I see a huge open area where a number of buses are parked with numbers E-1 to E-18, all DTC buses which run as school buses in morning and when school gets over. I enter in a huge reception area where Mr. Arora, our receptionist greets with a smile and hands over paper and pen to write my name and purpose of visit. There was pin drop silence with only sound of professional leather men’s shoe one after another. Oh gosh! Principal Sir, Dr. B.K. Nair is on school rounds. My heart starts beating faster and faster. Suddenly, our Vice Principal Sir, Mr. Sinha comes and takes me to my class room. My first teacher Ms Kewal Rumani, tall slender built clad in a neatly pinned up saree with spectacle and a tight hair bun. She has a very stern yet a gentle expression. “ So, you are a new admission, welcome to Prep A and take your seat.” (Since, its in sub conscious mind, hence tense is present).

From here my life,s most beautiful journey commenced, which made me what I am today and I am very proud of all my teachers, school friends and everyone who touched my life during that time period. Teachers were strict yet gentle. Principal Sir seemed unapproachable on other hand Vice Principal Mr. Sinha Sir was everyone,s favorite, more like a friend. The value of chewing food thirty two times before taking the next bite was drilled in our prep class by Ms Kewal Rumani who had an eagle,s eye during lunch break. There were no CCTV camera,s yet all the teacher,s knew about all of us- maybe their third eye.

Discipline was a way of life. Morning assembly started with Sanskrit recite of ‘ Sangachhadam, samvd… and dispersal on beat of school band to Jana gana mana adhinayak ji ho ……..song.  A huge bronze bell hung in the central courtyard which screamed when period was over and went on dong -dong once school got over. Never realized how school years just went by. Few friends left school in early classes, few joined in later classes, our class sections increased from five to eight. All through these years, Verma book stall and Guptaji,s canteen were like rock steady through out. 

There are so many teachers, I want to express gratitude to. To name a few,  Mrs. Nair, Mrs.Verma, Mrs.Mathur,Ms Dutt, Mrs Dutta, Mrs. Dhingra, Miss Bindu Jain, Mrs. Renu Satija, Mrs. Kalucha,  Mrs. Rathoori, Mrs. Watal, Mrs. Raikhey, Mr. Mathur, Mr. Srivastava, Mr. Deva, Mr. Khurana, Mrs. Beena Jain, Mrs. Anand, Mr. Rastogi, Mazumdar Sir, Dance Sir, Thapa Sir, Khatri Sir, Gulati Sir, Ms Relen , Mrs. Kalsi, Mrs. Kaul, our British Librarian Mrs Carol Sharma, Singh Sir- Crafts,Mrs. Sharmila, Mrs. Bhalla, Mr. Karanjanwala. My memory can,t recollect all the names (please forgive me my noble teachers in case I missed your name).

Our school had students from every religion, caste and every place in India. Unity in diversity was an unwritten law.  Our main concern was learning and other extra-curricular activities. Principal Sir made sure we had a versatile exposure with regular inter-house activities, annual day, Annual sports day. From plays by Barry John- Spic Macay to dances by Raja & Radha Reddy to elocutions/ debates at Ramakrishna mission, students had an all round exposure.

After so many years, rather decades, thanks to social media, our batch got connected and we made a whatsapp group. Since lock down, interaction has increased and feeling of “Back to school” has seeped in. So, thought of penning own my thoughts. My heartfelt thanks to my friend who encouraged me to wear spectacles in class, my friend who cheered when I had orthodontic treatment,  my friends who tolerated me when I was a class monitor ( a real harsh and strict one).One of the cherished memories is trip to “Appu Ghar” in class eight. Around fifteen to sixteen friends in two cars – one was Manit Jain,s ( remember Manit! ) and other one was mine. All of us had a gala time. Special thanks to each and every classmate in this beautiful, memorable journey.

Going down memory lane, has made me much more aware of how I behaved at that age. This is really helping me in understanding my children,s behavior.Feeling of nostalgia is sweeping over. Fingers are not moving on keyboard (Awwwh!)

I forgot to mention our Sister,s clinic at end of primary block near our magnanimous ground. Sister Elizabeth was a trained nurse. She had colored medicines with tangy minty aroma for stomachache , fever and cough. She was an expert in applying throat paint. We had dental checkups by a dentist who  was a hairy doctor with thick moustache and spectacles. When our class turn came, everyone was scared of their cavities being detected.

Hoping to meet all of my friends soon once this Corona crisis is over.

Take care,

Love,

Juju

(Reemanshu)

Short story# True life warrior

Short story# True life warrior

It’s not the very first time mankind is in danger due to an invisible enemy. Once we know the weaknesses of our adversary, it becomes easy to defeat it. In the current scenario,researches are going on and I know sooner or later a vaccine would be developed. Let’s start on a positive, healthy note and pray for each and every living creature on this planet. Kann kann mein bhagwan- God is in every particle.”

Many years ago, a wedding was solemnized. The entire lane was lit up, everyone was dressed up in their best attire, adorned with accessories. Multi-cuisine food was being served and there were happy faces everywhere. This scene happened in a district of Northern India. A new bride entered a popular household. Little is known about the personal lives of bride and groom. However, many differences lead to separation and subsequent divorce. Unfortunately or rather fortunately, nature had implanted a warrior in the womb of the bride. It was too late to go for termination when the lady realized she was pregnant.The groom takes charge and proposes to bring up their child. For the bride, this was a golden opportunity as she was waiting to free herself from the marital clutches. Soon, a little girl was born.Years went by, everyone got busy with their lives.

This little girl was brought up by her father and grandmother. Life hit a rough patch when the man was diagnosed with a mental illness and refused to take treatment.Tough decisions made by the grandmother lead them to move to a different city. The girl went to school in the morning and helped her grandma in household chores in the evening and then worked at a Public call office. They enjoyed each other’s company a lot. Life gave a jolt when her grandmother suffered a stroke and was in a need to be hospitalized but she met her demise before she reached the hospital. While giving fire to her grandma’s pyre, this girl pledged to find her mother. Some well wishers sent her to an ashram. By nature she was hard working and honest. Soon, she won over trust of the head priest and other ashram’s sisters. She felt kind of adopted by the ashram chief.

Her quest to meet her parents seemed like a distant possibility. After many struggles, she got the address of her mother from her father. She got ready for the big day when she would finally get to see her biological mother. They met at a temple where the mother clarified that there was no space for the girl in her life after she divorced her father as her parents got her married to a widower who was thirty years older than her and already had four children. With a broken heart, the girl returned to the ashram and continued living there as a concierge.

A regular visitor to the ashram sought her hand for her handicapped son. The head priest solemnized the wedding. Finally, life seemed normal after so many years. Her handicapped husband was a gem of a person and he loved and respected her. Soon, she gave birth to a baby boy and named him after her father. All this while, she used to remember her father dearly. With her husband’s encouragement and support, she brought her father to stay with them. Sadly, he didn’t recognize her and continued to live like a stranger. This girl warrior never complained about her hard life and braved every storm with a smile. Soon, her father also left for the other world to be with his mother.

In spite, of meagre income and below poverty line status, this girl warrior struggled to educate her son. She worked as a security guard at a college while her husband was a helper to truck drivers who took goods laden trucks to other states. All this while, she wore her best ornament, which were her smile and her belief in Gods. Her unshaken faith in Gods and her hard work reaped her rich benefits. She became the proud mother of a District magistrate.

Till date, she is unable to get an answer for- why her mother left her after birth? Was her mother’s own life more important than her own daughter’s? Why did God made her suffer ? Often, she would look up in  the sky and talk to God,” I know I am your favorite, as the most difficult part is given to the best actors.”
There is a famous saying ,"  Never say your problems are big, rather tell your problems, your Gods are big.

There is a warrior in each one of us.

When the going gets tough # the tough gets going.

This is one benefit of having a cup of tea at night. With each sip, pearls gets typed which when sewn together form a beautiful inspiring story.

Love,

Juju

BUDDHA#YUGPURUSH

BUDDHA#YUGPURUSH

Gratitude in abundance is my mantra for universal lock down. Everywhere I look, I perceive a sense of peace and calmness all around. Reason is related to human beings, who are living in their defined zones without encroaching on Mother nature. I will not dwell on negative aspects of Corona times, rather focus will be on positive effects. 

In my Popsie,s own words who is a renowned senior advocate,” God,s courtroom is the only courtroom where there is no hearing or further appeal. One has to welcome God,s verdict humbly in folded hands pose with gratitude in heart.”

I was introduced to Buddhism at a tender age of 11, when I played the role of Buddha,s disciple in a skit in Inter house competition. My only dialogues along with 5-6 other disciples were ” Buddham sharnam gachhami, dharman sharnam gachhami,……… (continous chants).  My quest for Buddhism had just begun, our school started participating in competitions at Rama Krishna Mission. Preachings of Swami Vivekananda and his guru Ramakrishna and Maa Sarada Devi started to touch a chord in my neurons. Our prizes in elocution and debate competitions (in English, Hindi & Sanskrit) comprised of books. These books impacted me in my foundation years.

When the time is good, it seems to have wings. Fast forward thirty years, Bingo! I am in Corona times watching my quarantine serial, Buddha.

Buddha was a divine soul whose quench for cause of misery, pain and suffering led him on path of divine knowledge and finally attainment. I was always intrigued by the concept of moksha- human being,s ultimate target. My image from childhood memories, as formed by reading Amar chitra katha,s Tinkle, Target, Reader,s Digest etc was different rather contrary to what I came to know. Thanks to research by Dr. Modi & Buddha productions, I got an insight into Buddha,s life. He was a yug-purush in true sense. He was a warm hearted, compassionate soul who lived a life of luxury, post marriage and fatherhood, renounced it.

His stories wisdom along with compassion are many. I will highlight only those which have touched me immensely. On his perusal, King Suddhona, his father passed an ordinance for woman of Rang Mahal ( prostitutes) which stated that it was woman,s will to have a relationship with a man. No one could force her into doing so. This, in today,s world is “No, means No!” When a women utters these words, one must respect her will. Still we have been unable to make human beings understand these simple words. The sexual abuses, rapes etc. are still prevalent in our societies.

Another important anecdote is related to Amprapali, nagar vadhu of Vaisahli, (supposedly extremely beautiful and irresistible lady). She accepted challenge from King Bimbisara, ruler of Magadha. Soon after Prince Siddhartha marriage to Princes Yashodra, Amprapali tries to lure Prince Siddharth by her dance and moves. When Prince gives his necklace as a gift, she asks for few personal moments with him. To which, Prince Siddharth readily agrees. Amprapali is about to enjoy her win in bet, her trance is interrupted by words by Prince. He elaborates further that post marriage, in conveying the word “ main ( I)” , he was not alone, his wife was a part of him/ main. Amparpali looses bet to kingBimbisara and later becomes Queen of Rang mahal in Magadha. Prince Siddarth,s love for his wife was unconditional and he treated her as equal.

Even before setting on his spiritual journey he discusses with his wife and leaves with her consent with a promise to return once he gets answers to his questions. He honored his promise.

During his spiritual journey, on a chance encounter, he counseled and motivated King Bimbisara against Bali pratha-killing of animals to please God. “ Bali pratha” was abolished then. Still, this is taking place in so called 21^st century. I happened to witness “ Bali ghar” where baby goats head were chopped off to please Maa Kali in Maa Kamaykha temple, Guwahati, Assam. Priests were holding cut heads of baby goats with blood dripping- a heart rendering site. My family was disturbed by this site for some time.

True to his promise, Siddharth returns as Guatam Buddha to Kapilvastu and does justice to each and every relationship- be it of son, nephew, husband, father, brother or his kingdom. He completes all his relations and leaves no open wounds. 

Let life unfold at its own pace, just take care to have gratitude, compassion, honesty, trust and integrity at all times. Life is to cherish. Embrace life will all might as who knows what tomorrow holds.

Spread love, spread care, spread trust, spread harmony. 

Also stay safe # stay indoors.

Budhham sharnam gacchami, dhrmam sharnam gacchami………

Love,

Juju

The Unforgotten Longing

The Unforgotten Longing

Life is unfolding in front of my eyes moment by moment, months by months ,years by years. There are many missing pages in my story. My heart yearns to remember them fondly, somehow tears roll down my cheek bones.

My heart goes out to the eight month pregnant lady who was a witness to untimely loss of her father. The woman who gave birth to a bonny baby boy who did not survive and was buried as per religious customs and she could not attend the burial. These memories haunted her till the last breath that maybe her son was actually alive while everyone buried him. Her heart ripped at the mere thought of this possibility ( which was of course never there)

I can see my school friend in basket ball ground of middle school crying after missing school for two weeks, only to reveal that she had lost her father suddenly due to heart attack while he was chatting with her and her sister. I can see the pain in my friend,s eyes, my best friend Kamaljeet when she shifted to Long Island ,New York. I could see flames arising from pyre of my childhood friend Meena, who had lost contact once she got married only to see her obituary in newspaper when I was in medical school. 

My grand mother,s figure draped in white in back yard of my hostel room, bidding me farewell and after few days my parents revealed that my nani had left for the higher journey the very next morning (I had seen her- strange).The unseen (smiling) faces of my nephews who left this world during intra uterine life.

My junior in my residency days who died in train and we got a call from Director,s office summoning us to go to Mumbai CST railway station to collect his body. The long ordeal of paperwork, collection of body, postmortem, embalming and finally dropping him at airport. That was the first time I witnessed postmortem of someone so close. Something inside broke and I became a changed person. I started believing in life after death.

There are many more happy moments. Somehow, as I see my life all the painful incidents seem to have been stitched together. The dusk time is striking a melancholy chord. I try to fast forward the few losses and the tape gets stuck on 18 June, 2015 evening 6 pm- when I witnessed the most painful experience loss of my mother in my own hands,my lap, in front of my eyes. I changed. With her, went a part of me and I felt incomplete.

No solace or comfort was enough rather, is enough still. Each evening as the sun sets, the memories automatically start moving like a slideshow.  I have got used to this and send my love to the other world.My mother chose me. Maybe she thought I was the toughest. She left on a happy note as she was a contented, soul who was waiting to cross over the other side to meet her parents, brother and her first son- Happy.

In august 2016, my closet friend shifted base overseas. I survived this jolt gracefully.

Meditation has helped me immensely to overcome this Unforgotten longing.

I quote my favourite lines- Aadat song from movie Kalyug:

Juda hokar bhi tu mujh me kahin baaki hai, palkon par bann ke yaad, ......chali aati hai.......

God bless you.

Love,

Juju

YASODHRA aka GOPA# BUDDHA,s WIFE

Netflix#Buddha#Episode27

Yashodhra Siddharth Gautam#Buddha,s wife

Vajrasana , my favourite pose for studying and writing. In my endaevour to keep myself positive and happy, I shortlisted Buddha serial as my quarantine serial. Each episode is so well scripted and depicted that one feels like watching it again and again. Every time, I watch a particular episode again, I learn something new. The depth of this particular episode hit a chord deep in my heart. 

Yashodra, wife of Prince Siddharth was a strong minded, independent lady. A lady, way ahead of times in her thoughts and decisions. She married the man she loved. She was intelligent to know that someone in the palace was not happy with her marriage. There are many such more incidences which highlight this. 

What left an impact was, the love and understanding she had, rather they had. Even though it must have been dramatically projected to gain TRP, yet there must be some truth. Prince Siddharth was upset, post war and nightmares haunted him. She handles the sensitive situation with utmost maturity and sensibility. She remarks,” I can bear the pain of separation but cannot bear the pain of seeing you ( her husband) suffer every minute”. She requests him to leave on his journey to find the cause of pain and misery at night. It takes immense courage and wisdom to understand your spouse,s pyschology and motivate him/her to pursue on his/her path.

I am deeply touched by their unconditional love, infact she is a true ardhangini. She chooses to stay back and take care of their son and his family. Behind every successful man, there is a woman behind him. The discussion was entirely between them, they never consulted anyone. This is one core truth of marriage- discussions should be between husband and wife, there should be no space for any third person. One should have mutual faith and respect. This inspiring episode holds few such key commandments to a successful marriage.

During my school days, I was always under the impression (formed by reading Amar Chitra Katha,s, Tinkle, Target and Reader,s Digest etc) that Prince Siddharth leaves his wife and son in the middle of night (sounds so cruel and selfish). 

Yashodhra,s actions endorsed that a woman is complete on her own and she can single handedly raise her/their child and even look after her in laws. Her role though undermined in history had a pivotal role in Buddha,s journey.

I wind up with a feel that human mentality and nature has remained more or less the same, only change is in way of dressing, technology and connectivity. Infact, in earlier times, they were more organzied and had more common sense. Anyone can choose to differ, I will respect that. 

Take care,

Love, 

Juju

Meditation #Corona way of life

Meditation #Corona way of life

“Meditation is a way of life”. I endorse this phrase with full conviction and belief. This is an art which can be learnt by oneself.  No second person can help you. Like Buddha says, It’s a method which needs to be practiced by oneself to imbibe it. There is no guru or school which can serve it as a ready made thing on platter. I believe even few minutes of meditation – thoughtless mind in sync with one,s inner self can do wonders to our mind and immune system.

Today, I learnt yet another aspect of this spiritual process.  I sat for meditation with a mind full of thoughts, as if it was a war zone with invisible fight between the positive and negative thoughts. After initial few minutes of chaos, I settled and could catch on my thoughts one by one. I could vividly see them as useful and useless and sorted them in few minutes. There was tremendous calmness followed by a sense of clean breathing and thoughtless mind. I am happy to share that this space is absolutely phenomenal and one can attain this by regular practice. This is the actual cleansing process which needs to done at regular intervals.

Like BK Sister Shivani says, “Every morning you check whether you have charged your mobile? From now on ask yourself did you charge yourself first?”

I cannot enumerate on what I gained in this cleansing ceremony, but definitely I lost a lot. I lost my irritability, my false ego, my anger, my negative and sarcastic thoughts. This is one loss, from which you gain. There were so many issues on my mind and believe me I discarded more than ninety percent of them within few minutes of meditation. Imagine the amount of energy I saved from spending on them. 

I feel lighter, bouncier in my head and fully receptive.

Please adopt meditation as a way of life.There are numerous ways to do, follow the one which suits your style.

Stay safe # stay indoors.

Love,

Juju

My little monk - Part 3

My little monk - Part 3

Hello everyone,

Hope all of you are doing great and adjusting well in this new “Corona way of life”. My Popsie,s pet tag line, I am a learner till my last breath. One ceases to grow the moment one stops learning. With this pearl embedded in my heart and soul, I try to learn from each and every person in my surroundings, be it my family or friends or patients or society. Being a parent of two teenagers, I can vouch every moment of our lives is awesome, adventurous and challenging with new thought processes and interpretations emerging from the ends of teenage spectrum - 13 year to 19 year.

Recently, one of my subconscious habit, was surfaced out into my conscious plane. My little monks remarked, “Mom, please refrain from answering on our behalf in front of elders. We know you try to answer in an amicable and diplomatic way to avoid displeasure many a times. We appreciate this but, please, let us answer and handle the situation in our own way.”

After a long time, this remark brought out my thinking cap from the closet and soon, I was in my favorite meditation pose, thinking !!!

Unknowingly, I have intervened innumerable times since they learnt how to walk and talk and am, still holding on to their hands (please read as speech). They are an intelligent, focused generation which is very clear in their mind and soul. I should not try to modify or alter their creative responses by copy/pasting my responses from my past experiences?  This is great injustice to the child. Internally, I seek forgiveness from almighty. I make a pledge with myself that I will let them handle their responses and will focus on my own. In case, they seek help, I will just suggest them. It,s for them to either take it or leave it.

Soon, my elder monk comes to my place of solace and blurts out, I knew mummy, that you must be thinking on a remark which happened earlier, rather in past .

Why do you think so much about a simple remark? Leave it and focus on present and enjoy as your Momsie# my nani always says, “Live in the moment”! 

I come back in the present, firmly secure the knots of my thinking cap and get up to make wonderful cuppa of ginger tea for my family. At times, I fail to understand, do our children know us more than we know them??? 

Lot many thoughts are churning in my mind. Will come back soon after tea break. 

Till then be a learner. Your children are your teachers in this path of parenthood. 

Listen to them and enjoy the journey.

Love,

Juju