चमन में कुछ ऐसे भी थे
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Month: January 2021
चमन में कुछ ऐसे भी थे
കാവാണ് ഞാൻ എന്നെ കാക്കണം നിങ്ങൾ
എന്റെ പുഞ്ചിരിയും സംഗീതവും കേൾക്കണം
നിങ്ങളൊന്നു വന്നെന്നെ കാണണം ഇടയ്ക്കിടെ
എന്റെ മർമരങ്ങൾക്കു കാതോർക്കണം
ഒന്നിടക്കിടെ എന്റെ വഴിയോർത്ത് ;
നിന്നെന്നെ കൺകുളിർക്കെ കാണേണം
എന്റെ ഹൃദയതാളമൊന്നു ശ്രവിച്ചും
പടുവൃക്ഷ തണലിലൊന്നു ചാഞ്ഞിരുന്നും
ഒരു പുല്കൊടിയെയൊന്നു തഴുകിയും
പാറി പറക്കും പൂമ്പാറ്റയെയൊന്നു മോഹിച്ചും
ഒന്നു നിൽക്കണം രണ്ടു നിമിഷമൊരു നേരം
ഇത്തിരി നേരം കാത്തു;
ഒരു കൊച്ചു മുല്ലയെ
എന്നെ കാക്കണം നിങ്ങൾ
Sitting at home now rather empty of the chirpiness of a young person, I look out at the lake almost drying up, the chorus of birds who never seem to stop their eloquent songs and sounds, perhaps trying to reach those who are waiting with an axe to cut down the last tree, I think of how I am sort of getting used to separation and solitude.
When my eyes wander and meet that of Andrew’s, he purrs in return and comes running to settle down next to the lap top. Andrew and his inquisitive tail have their nose everywhere, literally everywhere.
He goes to my daughter’s room and purrs and comes back to me.
But I am kind of getting used to myself and even liking it.
When you reason it out, separation, like, everything else becomes easier to accept.
So when you know that your child is making her future and you can’t be grumpy because you are selfish, you tend to smile at yourself.
When you know that the man you had in your life, taught you a few tricks of living, you are not complaining or victim playing but gracefully and even happily accepting the happy reality that you can get on with life.
When you know that the professional, ‘so- called’ injustices, opened your eyes to long side-lined tasks of greater value, you feel thankful.
Coz some parts of your soul awaken with love
some with pain
some with the slow release of controlled agony
some more with hope, hiding in the corners of your heart
waiting for a let out
‘let me be’
‘let me be’
‘I too shall find love in living’
Coz there are places aplenty
people a dime a dozen
The universe kindly smiles and lets you to learn and relearn, till you learn and learn it well.
‘My son, he does not want to come home. He hates me. Everyday after reaching home, I have to spank him to get him home. He just want to be at my sister’s place, really’.
‘Does that hurt you?’
‘Yes, very much. I feel bad’.
‘Do you tell him stories? Do you play with him?’
‘No, once I go home, I have to cook, clean, finish stuff, I don’t get time to spend with him. Earlier, he used to play with my mother-in-law, now she too does not show any interest, nor does he.’
‘Tell him a story everyday. Bake something special for him. He is a kid, he needs attention and love, so give it. Leave everything else and sit down with him’.
‘hmm, he likes my sister more!’
‘Do you feel jealous of that?’
‘Yes, but because I am busy I try not to think about it, it hurts me though that my son does not spend time with me! actually I don’t spend time with him.’
‘My child is a young adult, yet he needs me too, that is not demanding, it is just their showing their love,so be with him, give him your love, set your priority’.
‘Maybe I should cook something special for him, I had him after so many years, everything I do is for him, still I have no time for him’.
‘Yeah, good we talked today, I will be with him more, listen to him and try and play with him even!’.
‘You don’t look yourself’, the young lady, stopped to take a longer glance at her senior.
‘This is not how I saw you always. What happened, what is going on?’
‘Why are you like this?’
‘Do you know you inspire me, I have never talked to you but from a distance, I have always watched you.’
The senior stood quiet, a bit stunned and taken aback.
The young lady was talented, a writer and a professor of great merit.
‘Yes, mam, you are a strong woman and I look up to you. Life is not easy mam, but I want to be strong like you.’
‘Don’t come like this, get back to your original self, please’, the girl implored.
The senior stood quiet, a flurry of emotions racing through her mind.
As she walked ahead she asked herself, ‘Is this true?’
Sometimes it is good to see yourself from others eyes, the eyes of those who don’t censure you because even when you know you are a fighter, a cheer from and a cheer from there does not hurt.
Sometimes it is great to see someone stop by a little longer to hear you out, it is like, ‘I know there is hurt, just get it out’, so they come with little pieces of advice and suggestions, ‘ self care’, ‘have fun , you see that is what you should do’, ‘ net work, hmm, that is the mantra of the day’, ‘ go on, travel, why not?’, ‘ call me, let’s talk’, ‘ come, come, just come out with me!’, ‘chalo, this movie is great, let’s watch it’, oh! wow, how do you manage to look so good!’, stuff that comes out of sheer goodness, a large heart and concern for another human being.
So, when she sees a fighter herself, she does not fail to go up and say, ‘hey, you are doing a good job! I admire you’. Sometimes it is a student who has captured amazing pictures, a song writer, a speaker, an entrepreneur, an aspiring writer, a future film director and so on, sometimes it is a colleague who stays back after the class to clear a few more doubts even when he is missing his lunch break, at other times it is a friend who manages to fight back or extend a caring hand to someone in need, ‘hey, what is there, mam, that is life right, to help each other’, the simplicity of human spirit enthuses you to look bright everyday, even when the skies are clouded.
So, who did you walk up to, to say a good word today?
‘Ps: Team spirit not just in Gabba!
You just need two to tango! Seriously, the annual exhibition at Daly College, Indore was our time to unleash our creativity.
With Aditi at my side, I never had to look further for support.
Once I said ok, let’s get a pot, a clay pot, we can do something.
‘Chalo, chalo,’ says she and off we go and get a clay pot.
Then to the carpenters at the college and get a wheel to put the pot on.
With a scholar’s hat on it, our exhibit was ready.
Then I suggest, ‘treasure hunt karein’, ‘chalo, chalo’, says she.
We rush to the carpenters and they craft a little castle. To reach the castle and get the gift, we arrange many hurdles of vocab tests, word origins, phrases and what not. Lo! there is a rush at our site again.
Once it was ‘The Mid Summer Nights Dream’ that caught my fancy. A little blue box with shimmering lights, and some the support of students, we did exactly that.
A mega television box with film posters rolling on, to the grammar tree, our ideas always engrossed us so much that we often forgot lunch.
But when there is good company, work is so much a pleasure, so it was with my dearest friend, Aditi at Daly College, Indore.
So, what is bothering you?
Is it the work, the overload of it?
The lack of clarity in life ?
The lack of love?
Or too much of it????
Ok, in all this talk you never talked about yourself.
Do you see that?
Are you not important to yourself?
Yeah, of course, why not?
I am most important.
Hmm. Good. Think it out.
We will talk again.
Actually, I am cool, super cool, really.
Next week then
Bye, remember to be your best friend.
Ohk! I am already I am.
Bye, for now!
Years of working with young people has taught me a lesson or two in dealing with them and bringing out the best.
I have realized that the mistake we do when we interact wit young people is that we underestimate their strengths and abilities. The cascading effect of our observation and feedback on the person’s performance as an adult or a teacher leaves a long lasting impact on the individual and then the class.
What. then is the best way to go about in training or teaching?
Set the bar high, really high.
I really mean this. The last semester we had a course on Design Thinking for the students. Students were supposed to work on projects of their choice in groups of 6-10. As the groups set out to work, I said, ‘This very classroom in which you are seated now, has witnessed some very good presentations by your seniors. In fact, there were times when I was propelled to my feet out of sheer enthusiasm generated by the excellence of the presenter. I am sure you can do that too maybe even try and out do your seniors.’
As the days went by and it was time for evaluation, I was more than impressed when the students carried a huge apparatus to the classroom. They had been working on it for weeks together, they said. They met after class hours, pulling themselves out of their comfort zones to bring out a miracle.
I was staggered in surprise and shock and was absolutely speechless.
What could I say to such ingenuity, to such a show of sheer grit and hard work?
As the students carried the working model of a car to the class, they said that everyone on the corridor wanted to know what is that really?
It made them feel proud they said.
You really pushed us to outdo ourselves, mam, they said simply.
Surely, it was not me but their team spirit and enthusiasm that won the day so much that I was compelled to propose the idea of hosting an exhibition of Design Thinking and Team Building and the enthusiasm it created in the student community, re-emphasized to my mind the thought that the higher you aim, the higher you fly.
To the sheer strength of spirit and joy of creative inquiry, three cheers!!!
So empowerment must be something that is huge, intangible, takes years to happen and has a governmental sort of sound to it…some abhiyaan may be.
But true empowerment I discovered recently pocket sized or pocket shaped.
So what can a pocket do to empowerment?
First and foremost, it sets your hands free.
Secondly it takes weight off your shoulders.
Thirdly, it keeps you free of that great impediment to female swinging of the hands, meaning the shoulder bag!
Yeah truly, many a hand has been tied for years to a stupid bag that carries the most useless and much lost kind of items.
I can’t tell you how delightful it has been for me to be able to put my hands into my own pockets and pick up a pen, a coin or a debit card.
Voila! life has since been happier and lighter and to my some times naive mind, fashionable even.
So all the Kurtis I have been splurging on in my annual season end sale kind of shopping have been pocketed in style.
I want pockets in saris that wonderful anciently fashionable feminine attire, and pockets in kurtis , in skirts and pants and dress and yes, just everywhere possible!
Now is this too much to ask!
So, my favorite find of recent times has been Okhai for everything from its name to, its style, to what it says it stands for. So Okhai dresses, it is, stealing the heart and stealing the show, pockets, beads, cotton and all.
Where as the claustrophobia of the ubiquitous Jeans as a comfy fashion garment seem to wear off, the refreshing floral designs on cotton in flowing forms empowered with the pockets seem to beckon.
So, look out for Okhai! and say hi!
Sick, how funny?!!!
When Anu reached out to a friend, seeking some company and comfort,
She was asked, are you sick?
In the hindsight, thought Anu, it must be a certain kind of sickness, to
seek and not to be heard and to seek again.
It has been a fun journey so far.
She looked at life through the prism of an observer.
She thought of life and its many turns and somersaults.
Her inability to socialize and have new friends and her meaningless
clinging to the few , she thought she could count on.
Well, said Anu, I am like this, ‘sick!’, ha…ha…ha…
There have been times of wanting to give up.
Of just packing up and disappearing into the unknown, some third
level…just like that.
Sometimes Anu said, it is the inability to communicate and the
incapability to be understood.
Sometimes, it is merely claustrophobia of life situations….inability to
Sometimes it is acute loneliness, a global phenomena, yes, but a very
Then work, just work to forget pain, and then pain and the cycle endlessly.
But also the learning, the growth, the change, and the many joys of work.
Anu looked at herself and found the distance she travelled has had a telling effect on her and
Because the world is in pain, worms, birds, animals, waters, the very air is
in pain, such pain that even the skies can’t assuage them.
In such pain, amidst such suffering, what is one man’s sorrow of not being
understood, it is nothing against acute hunger of so many children.
So, relax, you are good, Anu told herself.
You are very good. In fact you are fortunate.
Cause your blessings far outnumber your grievances or would your smile
stay so long?
Just keep up the smiles.
Much is yet to be experienced, including the finer emotions, the nobler
ones, the crux of all life and living.
Many roads await a traveler quaint and curious.
Many stories wish to be retold.
Many souls await the reaching of a mindful listener.
So keep the hope.
The universe has been demanding, a ruthless teacher, relentless in her
teachings and that has helped. How beautifully it has changed you.
So be grateful.
The struggles have made your soul more beautiful, helped you to judge
less and be kinder and more compassionate.
So find your strength in expression, in deeds, in words.
Life helped you shed quite a lot of inhibitions.
It taught you that self reliance is worthy and appreciable.
So strengthen self.
To travel, to meet new faces, to have fun, to write and to read.
Even to build, to hold and help.
Because you are capable, loving and kind.
There is hope for you, love for you, wealth and the sky for you.
Trust me, life is just getting sweeter, like the proverbial gooseberry,
the bitterness is over, it is time for saccharine sweetness.
So reach out and embrace the many adventures of life.
Besides, you got to love yourself before you loved anyone else.
So splurge in love, in tender care, and share happiness with the world.
You will have great company.
Great joys await you.
As does great work.
Go girl, live your life.
PS: Friends, mentors, many foes, never, none! Beautiful life.