Sunday 12 April 2015

I Started A New Life

How My Life Changed With Arrival of a New Family member


Early in my childhood I was told to be quite a stoic. I was one of the whacky people who would look when a chicken is being slaughtered in a shop for the sake of curiosity. My friend Harshita used to exclaim how ‘insensitive’ I was! I am glad she has continued to befriend me for the past ten years or so despite my antiques. There were some families in my society who had pet dogs. One of them was Sparky, a white Pomeranian, whom  Harshita loved playing with. I never touched him. I did not like him that much. I thought he would dirty my clothes or scratch my skin with his nails. She had given up on me and accepted me with all my dysfunctionalities. I could not care less for any animal.

With my friend 'best friend' Harshita
One fine night, almost like a dream Casper came into our lives. A black and white English Springer Spaniel dog, he was flown from Kolkata to Delhi as a birthday gift for my sister by my loving aunt. I was at first scared of holding him. Slowly I attempted to touch his paws that were amazingly soft and spongy. As I started learning from him and caring for him my friends noticed a drastic change in my nature. Even now when I take Casper out for a walk, I would make sure no other dog messes with him. I am careful that he does not run out of the house. I have found some pet dogs who get lost from their foster homes leading a painful life as they are not used to the life of stray animals. I make sure Casper does his potty business in time as the failure of same indicates stomach problems. Before having lunch or dinner myself I give food to Casper first, he is the VIP.  Once I did not sleep the whole night because Casper was having a minor bleeding problem due to which he was restless the whole night and could not sleep. I stayed up with him to comfort him till the morning. At that time there was no availability of a vet. We had given him first aid and took him to a vet first thing in the morning.

With Casper
I do not think without Casper I could have activated my emotional side at all. Just like him I feel for other animals as well and how others need good care. I am enraged now if any stray animal is mistreated. I try to help him/her myself to the extent of giving food, or else I call for help. The journey with Casper has given me a new lease of life in terms of seeing my life and that of others from an all new perspective that is considerate and warm in contrast to the cold nature I used to demonstrate before. Also, I can not stand seeing a chicken being slaughtered. It is murder. Harshita is impressed by the way I have transformed from a devil-may-care to a nurturing sister especially after the arrival of Casper as a new member of my family.



Friday 10 April 2015

To Live Or Not To Live Alone


One thing I miss doing is living on my own. I'm told that one is lucky to be home, to not be away from family. But where is the freedom? A counter to this is that the joy of freedom is exceeded by the pain of homesickness and of leading a life independently - when you have to cook for yourself, wash your own clothes and dirty utensils everyday apart from the main reason of your living alone (say studies or job). With this the luster of living alone is washed off. In my existence of 22 years I've stayed on my own for a brief project of two weeks in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh besides a ten day Vipassana course where I was cut off from everyone and everything. As a part of school and college trips, I've been to Nainital, Dalhousie, Jim Corbett, Palampur, McLeodganj. Despite these sojourns, I don't feel I qualify to take sides with either living alone or living with family. Moving on I'd rather speak of incidents and lessons learnt from these little experiences and how I faced them.

I feel when I'm away from family I'm more orderly, dutiful and conscious. With my parents around I mostly goof around as all my needs are then taken care of. But on these trips, I felt responsible for myself. I rarely wake up early to study, but once at my friend's place out of Delhi, I woke up early and started reading Chanakya Neeti! 'What's wrong with me?!', I asked myself.

My room at Vipassana Centre.

At Vipassana I was allotted a personal one single bed room. I used to wake up at 4 in the morning, meditate, have breakfast and in break time I would sweep the floor and wipe it with wet cloth. Sleeping alone in that small room surrounded by woods I would suspiciously look at my Kurta hung on the wall, I used to imagine it as a figure. So yes, sleeping alone in a really quiet place also has its demerits.

In Bhopal we had to cook one meal for ourselves. Doing utensils or cleaning the room has never been a problem for me...cooking has. I'm good at making custard, soups (from powder), noodles and similar ready to make stuff. Sabzis, rice, Roti and other items of staple diet..are a bit of a problem. Thankfully my colleague there who happens to be a boy (no stereotyping) knew how to make stuff from egg breakfasts to Chicken biryani - saviour!

Living on your own teaches us important values such as tolerance, cooperation in times of coexistence. I feel less cluttered when I am own. I learn things I would not have while I am in the comfort zone provided by my home. I look forward to living alone and to start a new life on my terms, with new challenges as then it would be more fun.


I Look Up To the Beauty of Nature


Why is it that we need sad and poignant examples to keep ourselves positive about our own life? A person with a meager income would be discontent until he/she sees the living conditions of someone belonging to a lower rung of the society than himself or herself. Now he/she will thank god and be satisfied of their possessions. Why couldn’t this realization occur to her on her own...? Great works of art were mostly a product of a pained or an aggrieved artist; say a poet writing a timeless classical work after a severe heartbreak. This process has been going on for ages. I can quote many examples from my own life when I was able to look up in the middle of a bad day with the help of similar examples. Here I will talk about a day I managed to hold back my reigns and enjoy myself in an unexpected way amid hopeless times.

A calm day in my life begins with waking up on time, having a bath (well mostly), catching a metro provided I get some space to keep my feet in the heavy rush hour on my way to campus, and reaching my class non-hurriedly and without any hassles. One day all this went exactly how I did not want it to. I woke up late, missed bath, missed my metro by a second and then I had to wait for TEN minutes to catch the next one. Metro always acts up and has lags when I'm running late. Argh!


I reached the campus metro station, only a minute left for my lecture to begin. I wait for a bus which never comes. Just to add to my woes I had only a 500 Rupees note, so I reluctantly said goodbye to rikshaw. Only option left was to RUN! I reached my class twenty minutes late. 

In the beginning of this course, I had made only a handful of friends. None of them stayed for lunch due to personal arrangements ranging from 'my mother is waiting for me at home', 'I've to go feed my dog as he's home alone', 'I've to go out with my school/college friends'. My mother packed lunch for me, I liked to go to library after classes and returned home not before evening.

It was lunch time and I was all by myself. This is something I dislike. To have to eat alone. I ate remembering my graduation days, when I had a huge group and how much we used to have, my friends Asmi, Anisha and I loved the momos served in our college canteen. Lunch is when we catch up with our friends to talk about things other than studies and of course to share meals. 

But this day I was by myself. I looked at the people around making merry, chatting up, laughing together... I was al fresco. And I was low spirited. Suddenly I saw a squirrel two inches away from where I sat. It looked at me earnestly. Erm it looked at the piece of Roti in my hand. I was still and looked at it with suspicion. It looked back. I cast the piece of roti on the ground as far as I could. I admit I was apprehensive of what it would. Do squirrels bite? I know monkeys get rebellious at the sight of food. Squirrels are smaller but very agile and quick in their moves. It ran away and I felt it's gone for good. 

After a moment as I was about to have the next piece the squirrel returned. This time with a friend. I resisted to give another piece. From out of the blue one smaller squirrel came from above and jumped over my knee and then touched the ground. Never in my life had I seen squirrels this audacious and daring... I was shocked. To my own surprise I was laughing now. It was hilarious. I shared more pieces of roti along with some Dal. More and more of their kind started showing up from trees, holes, and digged up earth. It was heartwarming to have their company.


Only in North Campus can you witness the harmony and closeness among animals and birds. Here cats give birth in the library's premises while the kittens roam around the bookshelves and the reading rooms. I Walked towards the library and on my way saw a peacock on a stroll! Another amazing sight was that of pigeons, a parrot and squirrels eating together! 


I was glad to have all of them with me. I had fun being alone. It was not as bad as I thought. Seeing at butterflies filled me with joy. The beauty of nature made me forget all my petty problems. I started noticing things that I tended to refuse... Butterflies have proved to be an instant trigger of optimism for me; their fluttering movements please me, relax me. I can then see my issues and their solutions clearly. Hence, moving away from sad instances we can look up to the effervescent nature to draw inspirations and to lighten our heart and mind.


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Thursday 9 April 2015

What keeps me going: Being Together!

No matter how brave we think we are, there are days when we feel low about ourselves and our life in general. It is dangerous to lose faith from oneself…because once I have lost confidence from myself nothing can bring me back on track. That is when I desperately need a kick to reclaim myself. I recall an instance when I did something crazy with my friends before I was about to lose faith.

We go back five years back in time when I had just got over with my twelfth board exams – the ultimate career deciding exams of that time (although nowadays after the abolishment of tenth board exams, students I know of do not find their twelfth board that big a deal; strange kids). So my friends Nupur, Anshula and I, like every other person, were unnerved by the thought of our results and future prospects. Anshula, the brainiest of us was still clear about her goals. While I was still chilled out, Nupur was seriously tensed. However before all this, we had to bear the horror of seeing our board results. Will we make it, “pass ho jaayenge?” Yes, of course, but getting good grades – SKYROCKETING grades - was the question. Duh!


Nupur, me and Anshula.

After spending days in utter despair, we decided to meet up and do something absolutely crazy to relieve our poor souls. Our peers had been talking about an amusement park in Noida located very close to our place which was opened around a couple of years back. We were told that some badass rides existed there to make our hearts race. That sounded somewhat like what we desired. A kick. A badass kick. This was it!
The very next day the three of us found ourselves at the entrance of this amusement park located next this huge shopping mall. After purchasing entry tickets, we got paper bands on our wrists and excitedly set our foot inside. There were not may rides, as it was still new, some were not functional. However, those that did function were enough to make our jaws drop. We headed first to the strange ride located the farthest from us. We decided to begin from the end.
This ride looked innocent. We just had to sit in the slots making a part of this single row of seats. As I said this place was still new, on this weekday there were hardly any visitors apart from the three of us. So we had this ride run especially for us. We picked our seats, careful to remain close. As we took a deep breath as we fastened our seatbelts, we heard ourselves rising up in the air with after a take-off thud… we suddenly paused for 5 seconds and with a jolt we were upside down… yes, so this whole row jolted in 360 degrees after pauses… We were shouting on top of our voices but at least we were together and did not feel so scared… Following a car ride, we next went to this deadly ride, this time we could only sit in pairs, so we ended up sitting facing each other… this was like an octopus with its tentacles going up and down, going upside down, we were on tips of these tentacles… this one made me slightly sick…only if I had not insisted for a second go. 

The one ride that really made us feel light hearted was Free Fall. Here we were dropped from a height as we comfortably sat on a seat together. From that height we saw the mall, the roads and everything around them… It was a great feeling that made us realize that we were not alone. We are a part of this universe and we are infinite. We cannot let anything bog us down. All we have to is to look up, believe in ourselves, face the challenge and find a way out. After an adventurous time, we ended our day by visiting the very peaceful Sacred Heart Cathedral near Connaught Place. We prayed for our exams, sat and introspected, absorbed the beauty around and returned home with a bunch of memories and happy thoughts. Today I can proudly say I have a set of close friends who help me keep going, and only their presence is enough to give me energy to get me back my lost determination and faith from myself.

Nupur, Anisha and I


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P.S. We passed and now are postgraduates. :P

Saturday 31 January 2015

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Pimple or Pimple Free
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 “A small hard inflamed spot on the skin:” – Oxford Dictionary

“A pimply-zit the size of a dot having daily life ruining capabilities. “ – My definition

“Once upon a time my skin used to be clear and shiny, I could strut around almost anywhere with confidence and panache but one fateful night a beastly hormone did its trick and I woke up the next morning with an ugly pimple right between my eyebrows. All hell had broken loose, I tried all my grandmother’s homemade ayurvedic remedies but to no avail... I could sense the doomsday was near.”


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          I remember how girls in school used to freak out and get conscious with eruption of spots on their skin especially the facial skin. The aforesaid anecdote is very common among my peers. I can bet that you have also either experienced it or at the least heard of it. And indeed the most baffling pimple location is the one in the centre of the forehead, brazenly adjusted in mid-eyebrows...

          The problem of acne and pimples can be troublesome for women especially in a country like India where many people are still so obsessed with the outer appearance that girls face ‘rejection’ from prospective marriage alliances. Alas, the consequences of such humiliation have made some maidens suicidal in the past. It happened in Ajmer in 2012 to a girl who was merely 20 years old who ended her life. (Times of India, 2012) The question we need to ask ourselves is if this is really worth it? Should our outer disposition be prioritized more than our inner worth?


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          The idea of beauty is constructed by the society we live in. Beauty really is what we make of it. Laxmi, a 2005 acid attack victim, today is living a full life. She has set an example for millions of those who feel self-defeated due to their outer appearance... I can vouch that despite these words of wisdom we will never stop losing sleep over pimples.

          Pimples are an everyday problem. They come and go and sometimes they remain. Sometimes they pain too. And it can be excruciating. Also, not just girls but boys too experience them.  The obvious thing to do is to call off everything that we have to do and lock ourselves up in our room, dive inside our blanket and cover our face with it and weep.


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          Putting all the sarcasm aside, I feel it is a fairly godly idea if we can reduce them, if not permanently do away with them.  Recalling grandmother’s ayurveda remedies in which Neem always play the lead role, how wonderful would it be if we can wash our face with the best of Neem blended with a host of magical and harmless ingredients to give ourselves not only a pimple-free skin but also rids us off pollution and oil from our face without any side-effects...




          But one thing we should always keep in my mind is whether we are having pimples or we are pimple free we should try and be happy and take it in our stride. Confidence comes with our work and achievement and not if I have a flawless skin and the best hair in the city. Love yourself. Be yourself.



References
Times News Network. (2012, December 15). Girl kills self over pimples - The Times of India. Retrieved from http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/jaipur/Girl-kills-self-over-pimples/articleshow/17621423.cms


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Friday 4 July 2014

Casper goes to Meerut

The last exam of the semester spelled holidays not only for me but for another member of the family. Casper is our English Springer spaniel who has never travelled out of Delhi and NCR. Although, technically he had made his first journey from Kolkata to New Delhi by air when he was hardly a month old to land at our home but this was going to be the first time after that. In 90% of the places it is difficult to travel with dogs – hotels prohibit them, they get uneasy in a new place, flying makes them uncomfortable and nervous. However, Casper loves riding in car and so we decided to go for a short road trip to Meerut to visit our relatives.

We left around 8am, yes, the target was to leave by 7am…well never mind, it was a Wednesday and we did not come across heavy traffic so it was all cool. As Papa sat behind the wheels and Mummy as the unofficial navigator, Nani and I sit in the back with Casper. The little furry boy usually enjoys looking out of the window but since it was going to be a longer trip so he just wanted to relax and made it a point to sit in the centre i.e., right in front of the AC!

Casper here comfortably seated with his Nani ready to ride!
The roads were largely well-built, we did not really come across any unmetalled road except for one short cut in Meerut itself which drove between two vast fields. The ride was otherwise smooth and fun especially with Casper’s antiques along.

He is naturally apprehensive and a cynic… we had taken a short break on our way as we stopped the car and let Casper out so that he can do his pee-business, have water and might as well have some biscuits. He peed immediately after jumping out of the back seat and sniffed around the side of the road. I poured out some water in his bowl and offered him some Pedigree chunks but he simply refused to even look at it. The dog was resolute to act tough. He quietly hopped back in car and THEN had some sips of water. He was worried we had come to get rid of him there… and leave him behind. Silly dog!



There were times when he would simply cuddle up and rest on my lap and in the next moment he would scratch on the window to put his head out. He loves it when his long ears are pushed back against the gust of air. We listened to old movie songs, courtesy Nani. The sky was cloudy and the sun gave us a pleasant surprise by playing hiding-and-seek with us. 

Get, set, goooo!!!
Finally we made it to our destination without getting our car drenched in mud thanks to fine roads and the benign absence of puddles. We were well received by our relatives but not Casper by the dog-next-door and a bunch of street mafia (cute dogs they were). I hurriedly brought him inside the gate, of course after he had peed. Casper found a spot in this new home in front of the cooler. I met two of my young cousins with whom I ended up watching X-Men’s first part. Before this we had played a round of Ludo. The kids went along pretty well with Casper who was equally pleased to have met them.

At the time of a walk, I went to my car to fetch the stick we usually keep to prevent any fights between dogs or to keep Caspy from eating anything from the road. No, we don’t hit any being, just banging the road once or twice does the trick to indicate what not to do. Dogs, and in fact any animal, often fall sick after consuming rotten food people leave by the side of roads. As he strode around this new colony, he often detoured and ran towards the car to hop in. He craved for the ride again.

Having his head out of the window coolly, Casper loves to be brushed against the breeze as the car drives on...
It was time to say goodbye now and Casper could not have been happier. It was a day well spent in good company with yummy Jalebis and home-cooked butter Naan! For Casper it was all about the car ride!


Friday 20 June 2014

With This Beautiful Book, Give Yourself A Chance To Cherish The Beauty Of The ‘Unimportant’

What began as a hobby to beautifully preserve one’s memories turned out to grow Wings of Poesy, to take an opportune flight to the horizon. Krishna Kant, a postgraduate student of English literature, offers an ‘anthology of poems‘ handpicked from his rugged school diary cum treasury of poetry in times of disturbance when people are so overworked with their lives that they tend to intentionally ignore simple things of beauty.
wings of poesyThe verses mostly share simple rhyme schemes, sometimes they do not even rhyme as no-rhyme is in fact better than a forced-rhyme. Raw language with appropriate usage of the so-called flowery terms, is what forms the cornerstone of the book as it helps the reader visualize the words easily without strain and quite comfortably.
Hallucinate this sky with swords and spears, the life below our eyes, be pierced.’ (The Last Call, page 37)
A widely varied mix of themes is a treat for every moment of every reader. From the value of an ‘Extra Two Rupees‘ for a young underprivileged girl to the relentlessly demanding life of a soldier, from how a boy wishes to be born to his mother each time he takes birth to those who are ‘Born in Brothel‘. If wisdom is something too heavy to swallow for one reader then the door is open to an insight of the two sides of Fashion that smoothly ponders if it is a friend or a foe.
A common feature of Krishna’s poems comprise of a snappy, thought-provoking remark in the ending lines that leave you with a lump in the throat (not in the pleasant ones). This is the characteristic of especially those pieces that intend to act as mirrors of the society we live in. We, the people, from very different walks of life and what we all are unknowingly and indirectly doing to one another, and all that we are not doing while we are capable of doing to make a difference in others’ and in our own lives.
Let nothing deter you from marching ahead, towards a resplendent time.
Let the destiny obey your commands, and get you…. your desired life.‘ (Let Yourself, page 18)
The book is a good read for those looking for a break in the middle of their much important, busy lives; to cherish the beauty of the ‘unimportant’, and find glimpses of joy through the same. It is not esoteric thus anyone who is not particularly an expert in the high and mighty poetry may equally enjoy the verses and make merry.

Originally published on the youthkiawaaz.com

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