Sunday, August 3, 2014

Flying high with K & L

Today I want to write about K & L. Trust me. I am not making up random alphabets. These are real ladies and to protect their identity, I have to use their initials. It is just a coincidence that these two seem to follow an alphabetical order.

I have not met either K or L in person. But for last 10 days, I have been following their performance. They are pilots and they were competing with 34 other men. It is quite sad that in this sport event, there are so few women. But I truly believe that both these ladies actually shined through the contest for their skills, technique and sportsman spirit. It is not always the number that matters but what one brings on board that puts them a class apart.

Apart from the fact that, these ladies rule the sky in their own ways, I am also fascinated by their passion for flying. They are my inspiration and role models. I always wanted to fly but somehow it never felt possible. It was one of those million dreams and desires in my non-ending bucket list. So watching their performance each day in some ways was fueling my dormant dreams. Though, I have nothing in common with them, I still felt strongly connected with them. I am proud of these two. What was even more inspiring for me was the sportsman spirit K demonstrated.

I know one thing about myself. When I set a goal, I want to give it my very best. I think this personality trait also makes me a bit competitive, performance focussed. May be, this is the outcome of having survived through cut throat competition in professional life in India. There was no room for being second or making mistakes as I knew there were thousand others who would then walk over me. I am not criticizing that competition nor do I want to discuss it here but I want to acknowledge that somehow I forgot to enjoy what I was doing in pursuit of being perfect. I have had successful professional life in many different parameters but I still feel that I am not good enough and I really hate that about myself. I have difficulty to cope with disappointments or failures. And by failures, I mean being 3rd instead of 1st or having made few mistakes that probably no one but myself had noticed or registered. It is getting better with age and through conscious work on myself but I still feel that tension, that stress. There are moments when I am engulfed with fear that I may not graduate on time and that my published papers wont be good enough. I set the bar of expectation for myself very high even though it is not needed. I ask myself why do I do this and how can I change?

K could have been the overall champion yesterday if her last flight would not have a technical problem. This is what I have been told. I imagined myself in her place. I would have been so disappointed and angry at myself even though I knew what happened was beyond my control. I would have been visibly sad and overcritical of myself. But what I heard about yesterday was the stride in which she carried herself, how she seemed to have dealt with disappointment that no one could notice it. I mean, it is natural to feel disappointed and may be she was and she is. But I think what I learned from her example yesterday is that there is another way of dealing with minor set backs in life as long as you believe in yourself and you truly enjoy what you do. The parameter of success is tailored to your needs. It is not the medals, publications or championship titles but the process you went through, the joy you experienced, the inspiration you felt and the dreams that you keep alive. Wowww K, what a precious contribution of reflection you made in my life. Thank you..

So how does this translate in my case? To graduate, I have to publish three good quality academic papers in relevant journals in next 13 months. Following what system demands out of me, I could strive to go for high impact factor journals (external parameters of success) and focus all my efforts and energy on achieving that goal. Or I could focus on quality of my work, fully engage in my data analysis, enjoy many good and bad experiences I have had in this educational adventure, take this as an opportunity to learn how to write good papers and most importantly take good care of my physical and emotional well being. I may not get 'summa cum laude' that I am generally habituated to, but I can still successfully complete my project, learn essential skills and walk further on my academic path. I want to take the later path.

And as usual, I have to dangle a carrot in front of myself to stay focussed and persistent. I promise myself flying lessons as a present for successful graduation.. that sounds fun.. may be one day P will join K, L, M, N, O.. whoever.. and have fun up in the sky for sake of pure joy... 

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Happy birthday Angel..

Last tuesday, I had a girlfriend of mine over for dinner. We talked a lot about our lives and we also talked about my blog, the therapeutic role it played in my life and my desire to write about women friends of mine who have played a significant role in shaping me. D encouraged me to revive my blog and I started yesterday with story of K.

Today I want to write about A. It is her birthday. She is far away across the Atlantic but she is in the thoughts of many souls around the world. She has touched countless lives with her loving presence. And I am one of those many who had an opportunity to spend some time with her, to get to know her and to soak my soul in her warmth.

I met her three years ago in September 2011. I was lost, broken, disillusioned, deeply hurt and afraid to bring down the protective walls around me.. the walls that I had meticulously built for years and the walls that I had particularly raised higher in the previous year. The word or notion I least trusted was 'Love'. I ran away from that word with all my might. I convinced myself love is an illusion or chemical intoxication of some sort. I believed that Love hurts. And it was in this context, I met A.

She is an amazing woman. I cant really describe her in my limited words. But spending some time with her in Sept 2011 made me feel as if I was with a 'phenomenal woman' that Maya Angelou describes in her poem. There she was.. one such woman, real in flesh and bones, someone that I could see, feel, touch and hear. Someone that made me feel as if she could truly 'see' me, understand me in spite of my walls and beyond all my fears, pain and vulnerability. I loved the way she smiled and laughed, I loved the way she connected with people around her. She embodied empathy. I was particularly fascinated by the twinkle in her eyes, child like enthusiasm and curiosity towards life, willingness to learn and understand others. In her presence, I could bring my guards down, I could be 'me', raw and hurting, scared and vulnerable. She held me in her loving presence and I felt safe. Tears came down with force and I could not hold them back. She stayed there rock solid holding me in her arms, not affected or averse to my tears and incomprehensible words amid those sobs. I cried and cried till I could not cry anymore. May be till I did not feel the need to cry anymore. That was a profound experience of love in my life. She helped me make a little window in my walls so that I could let some love enter into my life. That is the precious gift she has given me. I met her twice again and I grew in my little efforts on this path of self love under her guidance and loving presence. Thinking about her always floods my heart with gratitude and hope. She inspires me to live, to love myself and to love woman in me. She helps me believe in Love and living a loving life.

Today is her birthday. She is showered with love and greetings from different corners of the world. I wish her a long healthy life ahead so that she can continue to shine the light of love in many lives just. Happy birthday angel.. I am glad our paths crossed and I am grateful to have you in my life.




Friday, August 1, 2014

Wounds of broken trust

I met her yesterday. Let's call her K. She is in her mid 50s and at a major cross road in her life. Three weeks ago, she found out that her husband of 33 years has run away with a new woman. She is clearly shaken up but yesterday she struck me with her poise, grit, strength and wisdom.

We had a conversation. I asked her how did she cope with all the pain, anger, sense of grief and helplessness. She was honest. She said she cried rivers of tears. She acknowledged that she draws a lot of strength from her two adult daughters and she is looking forward to returning to her home country in two weeks and starting a new life again. As we said goodbye to each other, her last words were - 'you know, in spite of what he did, I don't hate him. I loved this man and I will be there for him if he ever needs me. But he broke my trust. I don't think, I can trust him the same way again. That crucial trust is deeply broken and that hurts me the most'.

K's story had a huge impact on me. Her reflection on trust moved me to tears. It revoked my own wounds when my trust was broken mainly by the people that I loved and considered trust worthy. Those wounds started bleeding again and tears crossed the boundaries of my lower eyelids and streamed down my face.

It is true. It hurts when someone breaks our trust. When we trust someone, we allow ourselves to be truly honest and vulnerable in front of that person. We open our life to that person in ways that we never did before believing that strong foundation of trust in this relationship will keep us safe in spite of being vulnerable. And when that trust is broken, we feel deeply hurt and stupid for having trusted wrong individuals. What is even worse in my experience is that often people concerned seem to have no insight into their behavior that broke the trust and they rather point fingers at you telling you that it is all your fault, your own problem and they are being blamed for no reason. I feel even more wounded. I have cried my own rivers of tears and I continue to suffer.

But my biggest struggle in this context has to do with the fact that these experiences have left me incapable of trusting my own instincts about people and to what extent I should trust them. I am afraid to trust people, I am afraid to fully trust friends. I try to protect myself against the wounds of broken trust. I know that building trust takes a long time and rebuilding broken trust is even harder. The question I ask myself is whether I should invest myself in rebuilding broken trust in those individuals/relationships or rather use that energy to build trust in myself. I have no influence on lives of others or their choices or their future behavior but I can at least to some degree influence my own choices and life course. Loosing trust in myself has been the worst price I had to pay.

K inspired me a great deal yesterday. I would probably never meet K again in my life but she taught me a valuable lesson.. a lesson to trust myself. I cant fully trust anyone else, not a parent, a colleague, a friend, a sibling or even a partner of many decades. But it is definitely worthwhile to take small yet strong steps towards trusting myself, trusting my intuition, trusting my bodily and emotional wisdom, trusting life all over again... Thank you K.


Sunday, May 26, 2013

To the little girl within me

Dear little girl,
Can you hear my voice?
I know you are hiding somewhere deep down there..
busy, rapidly building walls around you
almost with zeal of a spider spinning a web
or a caterpillar turning into a cocoon.

Dont get startled,dont be scared..
It is me, I am part of you, I am you and you are essence of mine
I am not hear to tell you
you have been unreasonable, I am just here to be by your side.

Will you try to stretch out your little palm
so that I can hold it and enter your little cave?
do you think we could just hug each other
living no space of inch between us?

Let the darkness engulf us both
let us be one with the darkness
should we try and cry together
May be that will help ease our pain...

No, no, you are definitely not abandoned
I promise that will never happen
Even if the whole world walks away from you
including those who tell you that they love you..
I will be there rock solid by your side.

To be honest,  i am not sure if I am
any better in handling the pain and
all these newly experienced emotions and feelings
but if we put our two little weak and vulnerable hearts together
I think we will find our way...

Little girl, I so understand your pain
I hear your heart beating like a drum
you struggling to breath
and you trying hard to control your tears

Little one, I must tell you...
I love you dearly for just who you are
all your imperfections and vulnerabilities
all those fears and faults

I love your passion with which
you wall your pain off from the outside world
I love your passion with which
you try and reach out to everyone that needs love

I love your passion to face your fears
I love your passion to try and feel the love
This has not been an easy journey and
it wont be one.. but darling..

You are not alone
I am always going to walk by your side
I am not the strongest or wisest soul around
but i know together we can survive.

I never want you to loose that vulnerable side in you.
I never want you to become a robotic machine
working on autopilot without caring for emotions of others
in the name of living for yourself and living at a choice.

There open the flood gates and I hear your sob
I hold you in my arms..
You are safe, you are my angel, my darling little pearl
You are everything I can only dream to be
and even more so with these  sobs and tears.

Cry my darling girl, it is just fine to cry
You are crying for yourself
to release your pain, hurt, sorrow and discomfort
and dont let anyone tell you that you are wrong in doing that..

why are you hiding away any ways?
who are you scared of?
why these wall construction all over again?
when you have been working so hard to bring them down...

You survived most difficult times
by successfully walling yourself off
you managed to swallow your pain, trauma and anger
along with your cries for help and reasons to smile..

But darling, I know there is another side in you
that is waiting to be given a release
let that anger out, let it go
you have reasons to be mad

You have hurt yourself long enough
by internalizing all the pain and grief, fear and anger,
Is there a reason why you are afraid to let it out?
who or what are you trying to protect?

It is that anger that drives you in life
It is the anger that protects you from harm
Anger is as much part of life
as is love, joy, happiness and sky..

Yes I know you are doubting yourself
and doubting world around you..
You are unsure of the path you have chosen
and you really want to surrender and give up on life..

you lost your sense of pride, confidence
along with your sleep and everyday life..
You wonder if you are capable of
taking even a step ahead on this path..

It might seem easy to give up
to accept that you are not meant for this way of life
that you doesn't deserve love or joy
and it is better to live a life that you have lived up till now.

Yes you can chose to do so if you feel
that is what is best for you at the moment
you know for sure what is best for you
and I will be there with you in every choice that you make.

Sweetheart it is also perfectly ok to feel miserable, hurt,
humiliated, lost, disappointed, and weak.
Let even those emotions sink in every cell of your body
and see how deep can it percolate down your spine.

You have right to cry as much as you need
till it helps you feel lighter and ready to smile
It is ok to doubt yourself and the world around
as long as you respect yourself and dont give up on hope and life.

You are afraid that you will not
be able to express yourself any more
may be that is true since you suffered a big blow..
but hey, there is no harm in giving it a try

I firmly believe in your innate beauty, strength and femininity
your golden heart and empathetic soul.
just try and be empathetic to yourself
so that your wounds can heal and you can smile.

There is more to life than just this event
you know it better than anyone else
dont give up on life and on yourself
just because someone else failed you hard..

be yourself, take pride in who you are
stand strong, head held high and
tell yourself.. you are a beautiful soul and
you will live 'love' all your life...

I love you my little girl
I truly do..
I just wish I would have been more proactive
on helping you believe in that...



Monday, May 13, 2013

Pain of growing and growing in pain...

Observe, listen, feel and palpate
They taught me in Medical School
These senses it seems held the key
to countless symptoms, pain and loops.

I wish I could do the same with my feelings
just the way I could often put the finger on those tender spots
The body and soul beneath my finger
often responded .. yes , that is exactly where it hurts..

I am hurting somewhere deep down..
don't know precisely where and why
why such a vague unease and discomfort
which starts in my stomach and spreads across

I wish I could locate the seat of this sensation
to listen to the sound it makes
to observe its colour and borders
and palpate its shape and depth..

Does it feel like corrugated mass of tissue
or unruly cauliflower like tumor cells
May be it is the matted bunch of lymph nodes
or just a solid heap of pain...

How do I diagnose its origins and cause
if nothing about it is felt and perceived
how do I find a cure for it
when it seems to be part of my very being

Do I have to live with it
or there is a way to untangle these delicate knots
how do I urge the healthy tissue
to take over the natural healing path...

Wonder if this mass has a colour,
what shades will I see?
If it emits its own smell..
what quality will that be?

sometimes I feel the urge to let it out
to explode so strong
that it will destroy everything
tumour and the life tagged along

but then I hold back..
hanging on to it..
turning it inwards and absorbing it in..
till the point of no return

may be that way
I shall turn into a solid mass
so heavy , so dense, so dark
that nothing can emerge out of that path..

That is how black holes are formed
engulfing and taking in everything
nothing can escape that force
even the brightness and light stand no chance..

The other option is to
explode with a big bang..
and start expanding at massive speed
engulfing everything that crosses my path
finally claiming my true space and need..

I know myself very well
I know I am not the exploding type..
I rather coil and coil deep down..
engulfing the  sorrow and pain ...

But that is where my mystery lies
only for those few careful eyes
Even my eyes do not always notice it
but do the laws of density and mass

There will be a moment when I cant condense any further
there will be a moment when I have to re bounce
Nothing can hinder that process even not me..
and a new star is born

The process is often long and unpredictable
but history of light year stands of its proof
the beauty of it is this sense of unknown
which tips the balance of its scale..

new life flows through my veins
new leaves burst all over me..
birds build nests in my arms and branches
and marks a journey of my life again...

Sometimes it feels as if
this miracle is around the corner
and that makes it worth the pain..
the pain of 'growing', the pain of discomfort
the pain of being off the balance, the pain of doubting my self...

No pains so no gains..
did they not tell you that?
the question I have is
how much pain is worth the effort and especially for which gains...


Thursday, May 2, 2013

The wounded storm....

Some wounds are deceptive.
Never know how deep they are.
Are they rounded and soft?
Or uneven in their depth and reach?

Also don't go on their size.
Small can be quite malignant.
and large ones easy to deal.
Just accept each one as it is
and hope that each will eventually heal.

For the longest time
you wont even know you are wounded.
But that is not such a big deal..
what is more unsettling is
when apparently healed one starts to bleed.

The pain which never existed
comes down haunting at you.
you wonder what triggered it
what mistake did you do...

It is like a storm
that builds quite silently..
it grows larger and larger
till it finds its release..

This morning I felt quite strong and sunny..
and thought I was ready to bloom.
But life looks different now..
just like the storm in the air with all its gloom..

I know I cant be what I once dreamt for..
but is that the end of joy...
I wont let it be the end of joy...
the question remains..
why this, why now?




Thursday, February 7, 2013

The fire and the snow

They told me fire purifies it all
from within and far beyond..
I believed them and I believed in fire..
and I kept burning all along.

I wore the flames deep blue in colour
I draped them all around
making sure no one will come any closer
and I could be safe on my ground..

It hurt, and it burnt..
but I hardly cared..
I was safe and I was fine
my heart felt spared...

I wont call it purification
but it burnt a lot of me..
It evaporated my tears and
wiped out my screams..

I thought this is what the life is..
and I kept living
hardly in connection with my self
or my emotional being...

I walked a long path..
searching for a safe home..
cooler and far from fire..
where I could feel at home..

As I walk down this path..
snow comes down over me..
slowly cooling me down
like lava merging into the sea...

I fume and I crackle
I cry and I heave..
I shine and I explode
before I manage to grieve..

The snow is over the trees
the snow is all around..
I rest myself finally in peace..
on this snow covered ground..

On my right I see crocuses
Below me are the snow bells
The bugs and the worms around me
along with tiny little snails..

They hold me, they love me
They whisper in my ear..
rest well my darling angel..
there is no reason to fear...

Look deep within yourself..
make peace with the self
hold on to life while you are here
till you emerge from your shell..

You will know when is your time..
you will know when you can grow..
you hold the future within you...
protected under this blanket of snow..

This is not the end of the story..
this is just a tiny little scar..
gather yourself and gather your might...
to reach out to the stars..

You are not the snow white
nor are you a frog..
you are more than what you believe..
don't make yourself so small..


rest well my darling angel..
there is no reason to fear...
Sleep well my darling angel
new day is very near....