Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Running in the Rain

I am running in the rain
Just running in the rain
Such a glorious feeling
I am happy again
Though clouds darken the skies
And the rain falls in my eye
Blurring my sight 
Making difficult to see the light
I am running in the rain

I am running in the rain
Splashing away
Though the stormy weather
Gets everyone scurrying away
But I'll continue to run
Cause there ain't no scorching sun
The Rain will keep me cool
And joyous always
So I'll keep running in the rain

I am running in the rain
Like a child once again
Though I may be soaking wet
With my tee sticking to my chest
I really don't care
Cause it's so much fun anyway
I'll continue to run in the rain

I am dashing in the rain 
I am sprinting in the rain
Though puddles may block my path
Then I am a child heart
I really don't care 
If my socks are wet
From the water in my shoes
I'll keep splashing in the rain

I'll keep running rain
Will be content again
The rain hides my tears
And drowns my sorrows and fears
Bringing a calmness to my heart
As it caresses my face
Making forget my cares
As I go bounding down the lane
I'll keep running in the rain

I am running in the rain
Happy once again 
Cause I prefer the rains 
To the sun any day
I don't care for the muck
Or that I am down on my luck
No lightening and thunder can scare me
Cause I am happy once again 
So I'll keep running, running in the rain


Monday, May 29, 2017

Cool Kids

"Cool Kids"... who exactly are they? Why do we go through most of life aspiring to be like them? Well, without running the risk of sounding like an American teenage drama, these are the Jocks, the Princesses, the Queen Bees. The ones, who we perceive, are living the good life, driving the best cars, wearing the trendiest of clothes, owners of the latest gadgets, having the pick of the litter. The object of desire, want and envy.

Always seen with their group of minions, they rule the roost. Mostly everyone wants to be them or be seen with them. They are the popular kids to whom looks and status means everything. They are the envy and scorn of most of the crowd. Their popularity so invincible that often they fade people to the background.

In short they are pretty superficial, but we don't care because we want to be with them. We aspire to be part of their click. Beneath all those muscles and pans of make up and clothes, lies a hollow heart. In all their shallowness, they believe that the world revolves around them. They can be cruel, cold and heartless to someone outside their click, the outcasts. Never blinking an eye before spreading a rumour. They have no clue of the people around them, and they don't care about them. And inspite of all this we aspire to be with them, because want to fit in, be seen as the in thing, high on the pecking order. We so blinded by envy that we are willing to overlook the superficalness, their shallowness, to be with them, to be like them. They have no clue about where they are going and use their minions to do their bidding. But still we want to be them.

As years go by and we slowly grow out of this phase, just when we think we've come to our senses, we find ourselves in a life we thought we have put behind, we fall back in the trap of being seen as socially relevant. Again we want to be seen with the popular people, be it socially or career wise. We want to be seen with the popular click, the boss who makes all the decisions, who's responsible for our progression. We want to be invited to the most happening parties, be a part of important meetings and decisions, to be socially relevant and making, or faking, our way to the top. Ignoring the ones who embraced you for who you are.

Thus we go through our lives always envying the ones, who we perceive, are better than us. Always aspiring and trying to be something we may be not. Leading a life in way is built on superficial pleasures. Never truly living the life we were meant to live. Always trying to fit in.

"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
Cause all the cool kids they seem to fit in."

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Happiness - The Importance of being Truly Happy

Happiness, oh how great and mighty and wonderful, but elusive you are! How we crave you, want you, desire you! How we search the whole world for a little piece of you, willing to sell our souls for you. But you just dangle in front of us, like a carrot on a string, at the end of a stick, always in front but never in our grasp. 

How often, when we do have you, do we find you as a sacrificial offering on the altars of the high and mighty one as appeasement for the sake of others. Haven't we done enough to deserve you? Why do we have to sacrifice you for that others? Don't we have the right to happiness? Why are we scoffed at, looked upon with shame and disdain when we put ours ahead of others? Why are we called selfish and heartless? What's wrong with wanting you to ourselves?

Tough we may seek out the pleasures of the flesh, the senses, the being, it still leaves us with a wanting, a longing, like a hole that's has temporarily been plugged, that will spring a leak at any moment. These may satisfy our immediate craving but they leave us with a sense of guilt from the indulgence, a temporary fix.

Tough we often block you, lock you, hold you down in the deepest recesses of our being, we need you. How often have we equated our share of you to the share of others, never truly understanding that we are in fact sacrificing you. In other words we are never truly happy for ourselves cause we killed you for others. 

All through our live we try to make others happy, as a child our parents and all through our growing years. Happiness for us then would have been being better than the best, be the neighbours envy, parents pride, trying to stay ahead of the rat race, always on the top. And then we begin to earn to ensure we keep the home fires burning and keeping the spouse, the children and the boss happy, never truly having you to ourselves. 

We live in constant envy, whether it is for good food, good clothes, better life, better grades, better looks, cushy jobs, higher salaries. But in the bargain we squander our chances with you. Money and all the pleasures of the world can only buy the happiness of the temporary kind. Even then when we chance to look back of time gone by we wished we would have taken the maximum benefits of having you in our lives. But then this is never possible, we can try to relive the days gone by but can never bring them back.

We need you for ourselves cause when we have you for ourselves can others benefit from it. Happiness begets happiness. Happiness grows from the seeds we sow in ourselves, providing shelter from the sun for all those who benefit from the shade we provide.

We need you to find the peace within ourselves. Cause when we have you, we find contentment, a sense of completeness, of wellbeing and of confidence that goes a long way in overcoming any odds that have been stacked against us. But most importantly you show us that we are capable of caring for ourselves, no longer dependent on others, no longer placing our reason for happiness in the hands of others. Thus making us self-reliant and strong.

God forbid if we may ever loose you, either of our own doing or that of others, we will find ourselves hurtling down an endless rabbit hole, into the darkness of a bottomless pit. Loosing all sense of hope and sanity, and a sense of being and time. Reminiscing of the happy days gone by, wondering where did they go? what happened to the man you had once known, could you be that man again. 

So it's important that when we have you, we treat you with care and respect and not take you for granted. We got to be alert towards you and make sure you don't loose you.

So there's no guilt in prioritising our happiness over that of others, cause after all, a little Happiness never killed nobody, so why shouldn't we want some self-happiness for ourselves.

The Zumba Experience: Anyone can do it

A confession... I've never done Zumba before... well maybe a bit before one of the race... but then felt like a total spaz and gave up. So when my bestie and Zin with the Zen, Tanya messaged me to tell me about an idea she had, I was a bit apprehensive at first. Not because I have two left feet, in fact I can dance well in hold, but not sure if I could pick her choreography. Nonetheless the enthusiast in me took over and I said yes. So we fixed up a time to meet and practice.

Day one, I turn up at Tanya's place, after completing my workout at the gym, so I am totally stiff as a stick. I stand a gape as I see what she has in mind. Thinking I could use some of salsa lesson here. Keeping up with her is a different question. We settle on Zumba Coumbia (hope I got that right) routine, which Tanya so hopefully feels I will be able to pick. The idea is to show people that anyone can do Zumba. And she goes on tell me how people take time to get the steps, and I shudder.

Nonetheless I am game and we begin with the choreography. At first I try to mimic her and keep up with her. As I mentioned, I had just returned from the gym and so my movement feel stiff, a general problem with all us gymmers. So when I try a step it looks more like Sunny Deol stomping around. Slowly and steadily I get them down. I now no longer resemble Sunny Paaji... well not much. So we fix a time for the next day to shoot the video and what we plan to wear.

Unfortunately Tanya's friend Maggy cannot make it and so we've got to push it a week later. This for me is a blessing in disguise. I am not sure if I could have managed to pull it off if we were to shoot the very next day. Now I have a week to pick up choreography. Unfortunately for me, work got me busy that I have given much time and thought to it. 

Come Friday, I confirm with Tanya if we are still on and ask for some more practice. So again on Saturday I turn up at Tanya's place to practice some. This time we work on the steps and polish them off. We work looking at the mirror and then without it. I know I am conscious and following Tanya's lead, trying to mimic her and Keep up with her. So we get the steps down, we even try to bribe the poor Brettykin to shoot a video. Once done we try to coordinate time and outfits, hoping we can record it tomorrow.

And so the day of reckoning arrives, and Tanya's car's steering is either locked or jammed. After couple of unsuccessful attempts she gets help from her husband Erwin. So handle unlocked and we are off. We first pick up Tanya's friend Maggy, who will be our videographer, cinematographer, editor , all rolled up in one. 

When we get to the location we see that there kids skating there(as if I didn't know that... but oops forgot to mention it to Tanya) and then there are runners getting their Sunday long run. From that very moment there was a fear that rose up and made me conscious that people will be looking at us and I am definitely no Zumba dancer. Lucky for us there's a garden, and as we explore we find it has a small amphitheater, giving us the perfect location to shoot.

And so we do take one and  I am still very conscious of what I am doing and trying best to follow Tanya's leads, but I am aware that I have fumbled a couple of times. Tanya tries to make comfortable but some how I am unable to play off her energy. So goes take two. With take three Maggy switches from a DSLR to her iPhone as the video would be lighter, at the same time helping to polish our steps. By now the sun is up and I am turning into a mass of sweat. I am trying to relax and enjoy the moment. Unfortunately for me, I still fumble, miss steps and mess choreography.

So now we have to do it one more time. I am determined to do this well, after all its for my friend who wants to put it up on her Page, just a part of it, not a complete video as Zins are not allowed to post entire choreography online. We get a brief respite when the sun decides to hide behind some clouds. So determined to do this well (also it was getting late and I wanted get in my Sunday run) I try and relax, lip sync the song and play off Tanya's energy. Low and behold we get a good take. We take a couple of introductory shorts and the mandatory selfie, and it's a wrap.... wooohooo!!!!

So I thank Tanya and Maggy for the wonderful experience and especially Tanya for believing that I could pull it off and asking me to be a part of it. So thank yous done.... I am off for my run.

That, in so many words, was my Zumba experience. And I've got the wonderful Zin Tanya to thank for it. Would I do it again, well... if it helps me loose weight and my running... hell yeah... I am game day.

Living with Cancer

Living with cancer... No I haven't been diagnosed with cancer, nor am I a cancer survivor. I have gone through the next thing, seeing a loved slowly and steadily go through it.

On the 17th of January, 2014, I received a mail form SRL Diagnostics confirming that my aunt had lung cancer. Further meeting with oncologist only confirmed that she had advanced stage 3 lung cancer. 

And so began a journey, a battle that spanned over 3 years and 4 months. Been with her for every chemo sessions, Doctor's visits, CT scans, seen the fear and pain and hope in her eyes, the will to live. Seen how cancer slowly took over her, slowly eat her. But never giving up on hope and cure.

For three years seen her wither, often looking on helpless, trying to do all I could, often wondering if I had done enough. Always questioning and doubting, sometimes tearing up thinking about the present and what is to come.

After battling courageously for well over three years, my aunt breathed her last. During her last couple of days she went  through depression with the thought that there was no returning now, and stopped taking proper food.

Very often the patient goes through counselling, but the family also needs counselling too. Very often I know I felt hopeless and depressed with the stress how to make it trough... how to ease her pain... how to manage the finance... how to manage life... putting majority of my life on hold. There were times I wished I could have put an end to it all, one way or the other. Sometimes it made me sick in the pits of my stomach just thinking about it. Sometimes even thinking of life beyond and after. Very often finding myself in a dark place.  Although I had family around me I felt alone and helpless.

Thinking about what I went through makes me think about all those who go through this without no support, emotionally and financially, how would they make it trough. What would they go through. Would they just give up on life? But through it all I really hope for the best for all... strength, courage and hope.

Friday, May 26, 2017

I am no Superman - a confession of a silly mind

I am no superman
In fact I have no superpowers
I am just an ordinary man
Like everyone else
Unless you're an alien in secret

I was born on earth 
And know no kryptonian 
That would make me 
An earthling
Not a Kyryptonite

Kyrpton don't affect me
In fact I haven't even seen one
But food sure does
Get my stomach growling

I have no super suit
Or any flying abilities 
I do give my feet wings
then that's on a run
But sure believe in
Lifting weights

I wear normal clothes
But don't drink or smoke
An I am Not sure if I have
Told a bad joke
Cause I am just an
Ordinary bloke

I tear and quake
I suffer heartbreaks
Stress and tire
But I ain't a cheat or liar

I am not afraid of hard work 
But at times I'll take the shortcut 
But I'll never ever give up
Cause I ain't no quitter 

I am no man of steel
Just a man with a rod...
In his name

I am lover and fighter
Believe there's someone higher
I may not think straight 
But my hearts in the right place

I am definitely not
The sharpest tool in the shed
But still I'll try to be anyway
Definitely not a show off
But a kindhearted lug
I believe in giving and receiving 
Are part of a higher plan
Just as our destiny

I am definitely no Superman 
But I am sure am the best 
RODMAN 

Don't look back in Anger

It's easy to say "I forgive" but very difficult to really mean it. Ours is a time where it's an eye for an eye, the law of the jungle, only difference being that the jungle would be civilised. 

Our world is action and twice reaction. When you slap the left cheek, don't expect to get the right one too. In fact, you'd be careful to not get slapped back twice in return.

Ours is a vengeful generation, we refuse to forgive, let alone forget. Instead of healing our wounds we believe in inflicting deeper wounds than the ones we've got. Hatred is like a river flowing  through, destroying all that comes in its paths.

We are gullible enough to believe lies and false teaching but look upon the truth with doubt and suspicion. We refuse to see the right way and turn a blind to the facts. So not a day goes without there being news of death, terrorist attacks, murder, rape and so on.

What we need to understand is that our unforgiving ways is killing us slowly. Anger has taken residence on the tip of our nose and filled us with hatred and vengeance, which is the solution we know. 

What we need is peace and kindness. It may not be possible to turn the other cheek but we can always avoid striking back in vengeance. Hate and anger has never benefit anyone, in fact it leads to destruction of the world and self. Holding grudges is ancient artefacts. We need a healing of body, mind soul. To know what's best for us and everyone and move on. An end to the pain and sorrow that anger brings.

So we don't need to look back in anger, just heal and move ahead.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Letting Go

Letting go is probably the hardest thing we'll ever do. 
Cause we are the hopelessly hopeful, 
never knowing when to let go, 
continuing to grasp at straws, at thin air, 
believing that there's something. 
Refusing to accept things 
are long since gone. 

We continue to hold on tight 
to the point that it's not right.
Refusing to accept 
that things no longer exist. 
What was once alive and kicking 
is now dead and gone. 
Now it's time we bury it and move on. 

We continue to live in 
the glory and tragedies of the past, 
refusing to acknowledge the present. 
We wail and cry of past pains
never truly trying to heal in the present.
We love the sweet pain of sorrow. 
Cause we like a little self-pity, 
a little sympathy, 
to stroke our egotistical heart. 

We continue to hold on, 
like that stubborn tyre 
that refuses to disappear, 
no matter what we try to do. 
We may sing let it go, let it go, 
and quote the benefits of doing so. 
But when it comes to life, 
we can never let go.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

What the World Needs Now

What the world needs now
Is love sweet love
It's the only thing
That we have just too little of
 It just for some but for everyone 

Lord we don't need another mountain
There are mountains and hill sides
Enough to climb
We don't need no meadows or open lands
They'll be encroached on by greedy men
No highways, roadways and progress
At the cost of the environment and will not come land

Lord we don't need any form of teachings
That spreads hatred, intolerance, unacceptance 
We don't need violence, bloodshed
In the name of religion 
It only brings sorrow, pain and death
But we do need is an healing 
From the wounds we inflict on ourselves 

Lord we don't want no lessons of hope and faith
We are impatient, we just won't listen or wait
But we do need is peace and harmony
To live a life that's without fear and hate
To have an acceptance irrespective of
Ones faith, beliefs, preference 
Or the colour of their skin
To live together in in peace and unity

What the world needs dear lord
Is lover for all

Monday, May 22, 2017

A Very English Obsession

The past week saw the release of two movies that spoke about the Indian obsession with English. Watching these two movies made me wonder, is it an obsession of ours with speaking English or is it a want to fit in, after all we humans are social animals.

As an Indian who speaks fluent English, I know we hold an advantage over so many people of different countries, after all English is a global language. It's the language in which majority of the countries of the world transact in. So in order to get the best opportunities we want our language and education tonne the best. And do our obsession of being in elite schools. Yes, there are countries where English isn't their first language, but English does form a common ground to help communicate, just like Hindi does it for majority of the states in India.

What the movie tries to highlight is using English as a status symbol, which is totally true. However, being around teachers, especially nursery schools, I know for the fact that children are prepared to answer the questions, no where are parents trained to speak in English. From what I understand is that the background of the parent cannot be used as an excuse to reject admission. Education is a right of all and you cannot reject on those grounds. I don't know about the international schools but your normal schools are not supposed to do it.

So in a way didn't agree with the movie a lot. I don't think anyone laughed at person who danced wholeheartedly on a Daler Mehindi song, in fact you clap and you cheer and you try to join. Again this might be a Delhi thing, a high society thing. I have known people who try to converse in English just to be see as in. But at that time you try and make them comfortable and speak in a language that's comfortable to them.

So in the end, English is seen  as a means to a brighter and prosperous future, but at the same time English too is seen as a means to fit in a finicky society.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Being Happy

Happiness is what we need, what we crave for. We all want to be happy, so much that we are willing to chase behind it. Always searching for the secret to eternal happiness, ways to be happy. We never truly realise that happiness resides within us.

The secret to happiness is to be well and truly happy with ourselves. It's about living life without any conditions, having an acceptance that there will be tough times, but then these times will not always last forever, we will make it through and will grow stronger with it. It's about not relying on others for our happiness, not letting others be the source of our happiness. It's about doing things for ourselves to make us happy, but never in a selfish way. It's about holding no expectation from others, cause expectations lead to disappointments and disappointments leads to unhappiness. Our happiness is depends ourselves and no one is responsible for it. So need to take charge of our own happiness. 

Being happy is living the life the way it was meant to, being content with ourselves, making the most with what we have been blessed with, constantly growing with it.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

In Memories

You lived your life 
Doing the things you loved
Surrounded by the ones you loved
Your passion and devotion 
Was not limited to your loved ones
But also to the children you taught 
You liked things neat and clean
And in its proper place
And if it they were not
Then it would upset you

Your life seemed fulfilled 
But then the fates had other plans
A discovery shook you
But your faith and devotion
Made you strong 
So you decided to fight on
You believed and hoped for a miracle
And That kept you going on

So days went by
And the disease took its toll
It may have broken your body
It didn't break your soul

Your pain was great
Beyond compare
But you never did let it 
Put you down

You fought valiantly
Till the very end
Though you may have questioned
You remained strong
And so God rewarded you
With an eternal rest

And now that you're gone
We do miss your presence
But we know that 
Where ever you may be
You're looking down at us
Watching over us 
Our angel in heaven

The void of your absence
Is filled with the memories
Which you made
Throughout your life
Through the lives you've touched
Who forever will remain grateful
For having you as their
Teacher, friend and guide

And though you may have gone 
To place in the great beyond
You continue to be with us forever
In our memories
And in our mind and heart
Forever there is where you'll be
Gone but never forgotten 

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Boys Don't Cry

Right from our childhood and through our adult life, we men are hardwired to this adage "Boys don't cry". Men have always been considered as the stronger sex whereas women are the weaker gender. However, in a recent article in a wellknown daily it was reported that the number of suicide among married men was greater than that of married women.

So does this mean that men do cry? Men do get hurt. They get used and abused and often fall victim to the "Victim" card. Men find themselves emotionally blackmailed into situation they don't want to be in, that's neither conducive nor healthy for them. Forced into a relationship they don't want to be in, often to conform to societal norms and parental and other pressure. 

Sadly what is perceived as strong is what brings them down. In a view of staying true to this adage, they end up internalizing the pain and hurt, bottling it up within till they can hold it no more. Sadly they have no one to answer their cry for help because boys don't cry and no one will believe they do. This leads to frustration and desperation and often taking the drastic step.

It's not like woman don't deserve support, it just that men need that too. Very often men are victims of false complains and emotional blackmail, the others get aware due to the perception of the weaker sex. There's no much of support group or help available to ment  to whom they can reach out to. This leads to unreasonable compromises and unhealthy relationships and often leading to the grave.

So it's time we put this adage to rest. There's no weakness in bawling our eyes out, seeking help when needed, giving vent to feelings. What's important is recognising the fact that men too need help, if not more, then equally. It's important to recognise the sign and reach out and support. 

Cause in the in the end we are all human and we do cry irrespective of our gender.

Ramblings of a lonely mind

Sometimes I feel like I am going loose myself, loose my mind. Fear the sadistic thoughts that run in my brain. I try to drown them but the more they claw back to the surface of my consciousness, threatening my sanity. Life seems unrelenting, with each moment like a wave constaantly washing up the shore. I fear it will consume me, eat me and spit me out. Most importantly I am afraid of what it does to me. Very often leaving me desperate and lonely and delirious. Not sure when it will end.