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Love, peace, unity on New Year 2013

28 Dec

My latest article which got published on Huffington Post is about spreading Love, Peace, Unity in coming New Year 2013. The link to it is here.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/purnima-ramakrishnan/spreading-love-peace-and-unity-this-new-year_b_2361990.html

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2013 FOLKS !!!

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Older! Wiser? Happier birthday!

22 May

So, I am 31 years old and 4 days old. Jessica wished me the happiest of birthdays and Eva called me beautiful and Anand wished a blessed day for me. Out of the 100 odd FB wall posts, these have stuck out in my mind because my birthday was all of these.

It was the happiest. I felt so very beautiful from within, from out, from all around me. I felt at peace. I felt blessed. I was really blessed. My favourite cousin spent half of his day with me. (I am using the word favourite here with a poetic license because it sounds good with the flow of the sentence.. but all my cousins are my favourites)

And the icing on the cake was that my 6-year-old son and his friends made sure that I have a party on my birthday. So they made me cut a beautiful strawberry and vanilla cake, complete with icing and cream and pink flowers with ‘Happy Birthday’ inscribed on it. Nothing and no one can top this icing (pun intended). So, today 4 days later, on my wedding anniversary day, I thank my husband for the most precious gift we gave each other, our son.

Life is benevolent!

Life indeed is benevolent if you choose to look at it with a benevolent perspective. There are people who forget you on your birthday, and there are people who go out all the way to make it memorable and show their love and passion and care for you. I wish to remember the good things. I wish to thank god for the cake… errr… for such a wonderful son and husband. I wish to remember this day with all the lovely things life has bestowed me with.

(**Sniff sniff**) This post is getting mushier and mushier…

Hey guys, rock and roll!!! Life is fun! Ignore things which give you unhappiness. They do not go away. But they do not bother you eventually.

Revel in peace and happiness and fun and togetherness and joy.

Layman’s perspective of the 7 billionth

1 Nov

Other Worlds (NASA, Sailing With NASA, 10/24/09)

Image by NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center via Flickr

When I heard Nargis of India was born, and Danica of Philippines was born and Alexander of Russia was born, I felt strange. Oh, 7 billion? Well, ok! 

I felt strange, because it had nothing to do with the overwhelming opinions regarding the huge population of the world. It had nothing to do with the adequacy of resources. It was about the attitude of all the 7 billion.

Heck, Earth was over staffed when it reached the 1 billion mark, I would say. Oh, do you remember this long forgotten statistic of the 1 billionth baby? This will happen with the 7 billionth too.

Who knew, we loved to procreate? My husband says, early earthlings had no other way to pass time. I neither agree nor disagree and vehemently state that is not the object of this post. I just want to voice my tiny little opinion that, this is not the end of the world, err… earth, literally.

Ever read the Foundation series by Isaac Asimov? Asimov created robots in his stories to be helpers of the humans, and then goes on to colonize other worlds –Trantor, Terminus, Solaris, Aurora, the list is endless. If you have happened to read those amazing series, you would feel strangely awesomely delightful about the possibilities. I think now is the time for our very dear NASAites to think about this. No, I am not giving orders, but subtle suggestions like the second foundationersfrom Asimov’s book. Lol!  

Spread love, like the evangelists preach, like the philosophers ruminate, like the spiritualists will, like everyday people (you and me) wish. Stop war abruptly. Eradicate anger, hatred, racism and intolerance, like you press the “Shift+Del” key of your computer. Compassion and Understanding are two huge tasks. This possibility sounds even more difficult than colonizing worlds, huh?! I know, it’s the same for me too. But ah, well, definitely worth a try what do you think? If you have to see those billion faces again and again and again for at least 70 odd years (assuming mother earth decides not to get rid of her burden sooner 😉 lol ), then at least learn to tolerate them. Perhaps, eventually, we can understand the billions and learn to ‘pretend’ to love. See, I am again being realistic by only requesting us to pretend (for starters, at least :p ).

Oh, there is another prospect too. Keep cribbing about earth’s burden, ecology, global warming, population per square mile (or whatever else the math works out to), inadequacy of resources, possibilities of future penury, starvation, wastage of food, other statistics, incomprehensible ratios and such. I leave it to the statisticians, economists, mathematicians, planners, and whoever else is responsible of these things. And with all that, welcome the endless blogs, endless newspaper articles, endless debates and discussions on the media. And everyone’s tiny and shrieky voices about population EXPLOSION and all the ‘earthly’ mumbo jumbo. Scary, huh?!!

But, we are all here to stay, all 7 billion of us, unless we resort to civilized, planned man slaughter. And well, I don’t foresee that weird situation. So, let us work towards making a better world for today and tomorrow and evolve into better people. The rest of the statistics, scares, and environmental/ecological trivia will either fall into place or all of us collectively, lovingly, egregorically will out an idea.

And possibly (*wink wink*) discover many many worlds outside of our stellar systems.

Love the Asimov guy! The possibilities never end!

Photo Credit to www.flickr.com/photos/28634332@N05/4038941623. This photo has a creative commons license to it.

SAHM vs. Working-Mom

10 Aug

INDIA: My Decision: SAHM vs. Working-Mom.

Please click the above link. Oh yes, that is my next post at WMB.

Ok, go ahead, read it and leave your comments there at WMB  🙂

Thanks guys!

My rendezvous with solitude

1 Apr

 

Most often early to late evenings, when the sun sets, I have my daily appointments with solitude. She is the most charming person I have met and best companion till date. Oh, I am not a lonely person at all and I like to be surrounded by the people I love. But then in this world, when an E Mail travels faster than thought, in just a fraction of seconds, I need that time alone on my terrace, a communion between my heart and outwardly nature, sometimes accompanied by my son.

Gazing at those skies, bright orange ball of fire in the evening touching the horizon, sometimes with my evening cup of tea, sometimes with just my laundry basket, sometimes with a chatty toddler at tow – this is the most pleasurable time of the day for me.

Even if I wake up early, not being the early morning person I am, I have to get breakfast and lunch ready for the men and pack it and send them off hurriedly to their work place and school respectively. So, I barely get to drink my morning luke warm cup of tea. But evenings are sheer pleasure and on most days I manage to snatch these few minutes alone.

I imagine where Trantor is or Terminus is or Solaris is. Oh, they are fictitious and exist in Asimov’s world. But somewhere, life exists in other forms, out there in the Universe. And our juvenile mind cannot fathom its significance or presence. And we don’t even know if we exist out there in the universe at different time slots in different space coordinates. Heck, we don’t even know we need this time alone with ourselves unless we have started having it.

Sometime alone in communion with nature, gazing at skies, stars, (even just random Tom and Jerry or dragon or dinosaur clouds gazing like my son says) would do wonders to the soul, and soothe the mind. It makes you rich and strong. Experience gives you wisdom, they say, I say solitude gives you strength and clarity. I feel it to wash away the murkiness, ripples, and slush from the calm lake of my mind. I don’t know how to explain this. But I needed to record all this here for you all to read and experience and find joy in.

Earlier before my tryst with solitude, I thought I had all the peace within me. But now, I know I have gained so much more by just sky and star-gazing alone. Solitude does wonders to one’s persona. You all should try it too someday, all days.

An Ode to Aunt-in-Law

8 Sep

Rarely do we come across people who are cheerful and happy under almost all circumstances. I should probably say they exude peace and contentment unconditionally. Maybe they would have their own weaknesses, shortcomings, defects and deficiencies in character, behavior and attitude. But that’s not the point here. What they project and how they make the other person feel and what kind of atmosphere they create is praiseworthy, in spite of their flaws, if any.

One such person, I recently came to understand is one of my aunt-in-law (AiL). So, hereafter I will refer to her as A. I do not want to refer to her with the acronym AiL, like we refer to SiL (sister-in-law), BiL (brother-in-law),, MiL (Mother-in-law), FiL (father-in-law) etc, precisely because she has an AiLment and I would rather forget about it, though that is the very object of this blog post.

To respect the need of privacy for her and her family, I would rather not divulge anything much about her or her ailment, other than the fact that her ailment is quite life threatening if left unattended. But what ailment is not, one could argue. It’s not like a fever or even something serious like pox. But these are life threatening too. One of the bloggers I regularly follow lost her daughter to Dengue. You can read about it here. And I came to know about this much later, because I was absent from the computer and internet because I was attending to my son who was suffering from dengue and I came to know about her only after my DDS sufficiently recovered. I do not want to think what she underwent and how she feels now too. Strange is this world and life with its own ways which nature alone comprehends or perhaps our little knowledge of this so called life and nature is only so much that we think nature has its ways. Ah, perhaps, a silent prayer to TR, IMH’s daughter would perhaps benefit them all now.

And well, A is going through something which is more life threatening than Dengue or anything like that if not treated properly by the right people at the right time. Thankfully she is with the right people now. But my experience with her and the very idea about this blog is that, she is such a wonderful person made of steel and tenderness at the same time.

DDH had just broken the news to her of her ailment and expected fear, sorrow or any kind of negative reaction. But after the initial shock (all humans are entitled to this. Even the so called gods – Rama and Krishna had their share of sorrows and depressions, we will talk about it later) she was strangely calm and accepted what nature offered.

I visited her immediately after this news was broken to her. I meanwhile was continuously praying for her well being, because I genuinely liked her. She emanates an affection which is so pure and from the heart and the entire room she is in, fills with this thick blanket of well being. So, I was very upset that nature had chosen her of all the people in this world for such an affliction. But Paanchali, the chastest woman even with five husbands was chosen for the shocking act of public insult in the wide court. She endured it and came out of it victoriously. Karna, the greatest warrior, equal to the mighty Arjuna was insulted by everyone in his times and cursed by even his teacher Parasurama. Ekalayva, the most intelligent and smartest student had to pay his teacher’s fees in the form of his thumb after which none of his knowledge of warfare could prove useful to him. The wisest Yudhishtra lost a game of dice. With his wisdom, he should never had played dice and with his knowledge he should have somehow won it. But he did not. Yes, this world is really so strange.

So, our times are no different. In case you are wondering why I am quoting from Dwapara Yuga so proficiently, I would like to let you on, on the current book I am reading which is an author’s version of the Mahabharata, the review of which I will write soon.

So, afflictions come to the least expected and where they are present, so are benedictions too. I will tell you why I feel that way.

When I was traveling to visit A, I was all the time wondering how I was going to console her or give her the same warmth she most generously gave everyone unconditionally. How I was going to even speak to her about it? How could I justify this to her? Perhaps, she was not expecting me to give her reasons and explanations, but sitting in the same room, just 2 or 3 people, you would be forced to say something, wont you? So, I was worried about her health, worried what we all were going to speak each other, worried basically about everything. After a while, I gave up and just prayed that she be cured completely and none of the rest mattered.

 I entered the room where she was supposed to be resting in the hospital. Her daughter, lets call her S, opened the door very cheerfully as always, just like her mom, A. They invited me generously in, like they were inviting me to their own house. I entered, not sure what to say. A took control of the situation, gave me a brief about what she did during the day. She had endured some tests, all of which confirmed her ailment. She said it matter of factly and proceeded to enquire about my busy day, chided me for being such a workaholic and advised me to spend more time with DDS. After all, he was only four years old and would miss me a lot. That’s a mother and grandmother speaking. She was both. I was apologetic, but she would listen to none of it. She then counseled me to take more care of my skin since now it is scar filled the results of a very severe childhood pox attack and adolescence with embarrassing oily skin. I duly promised to give it more attention. We spoke about turmeric facials, gold and pearl facials, yoghurt creams and even about her personal beautician and how affectionate she was. She was visibly upset about the wrinkles in her forearm. I politely suggested maybe she can use a moisturizer. She said it dint seem to be working. She then went on to chide her daughter S for also not giving more attention to her skin. The topic then reared to inflation. She ranted as to how expensive brinjals and tomatoes were. I duly agreed again. So did S.

The doctor decided to pay us a visit during this time, explained that she was due to more tests the next day and left. She dint seem worried about it, though it is very normal to terrified. Maybe she was terrified deep in her heart, but I would never know. But she had the strength and resolve to stand brave against her odds, flicking them away as dust, just a nuisance and inconvenience in everyday life. She shrugged after he left indicating it to be a nuisance and repetition of what she already knew.

She never gave me an opportunity to sympathize with her. She did not want my pity. She had acceptance of what she was bestowed with, both miseries and happiness. She did not complain about it too. I know people who deserve worse things but complain of lesser things. Well, but who am I judge, I do not know the greater plan of the grand old MAN above us.

It was her dinner time and I decided to politely leave. But she would have none of it. She ordered me to have dinner with her. I thought it would be most inappropriate for me to dine with her and be a nuisance there. But she paid no attention and ordered me to eat and I did. I was most astonished by the time I was about to leave. She even told S to offer me some fruits. I stubbornly refused, because I wanted her to have them and at least get some iota of vitamins or whatever else there were in fruits.

We hardly spoke twice about her affliction. We spoke just like how we used to speak any other day. About everyday happenings, the world, life, people, things in general, just like anyone would under normal circumstances. Yes, it was strange. Because her probalme was life threatening, yet she was calm and composed and even normal and worried about me, my health, my skin and my son. She also bragged about her grandson just like any grandmother was supposed to.

I finally left. I don’t pity her at all. I admire her. That’s the only feeling I have for her and of course I salute her. A woman, under the supposed shadow of her husband, from the previous orthodox generation, she still proved that the mettle she was made of was the strongest and the grittiest. She is an honor to her family, to the people she belong. She exuded the same concern, genuine affection, warmth and love even in her moments of peril. She showed her power and grit at times of adversity. I am sure she is blessed by the Lord, because if not for such people, who else will the HE shower his benediction onto? And I have a feeling, HE gives such people these tiny miseries because it is only such people who can withstand them with all their might and prove to this world that life still goes on and even in such moments, one should still share and spread the love, the only permanent thing in the world.

May the Lord keep her in HIS heart like I feel, HE always does.

MY PEACE

13 Jul

MY PEACE  
                                  

The following are the 10 things I could associate with my peace . 

  1. Five years ago, I visited Satkol, a small town at base of the Himalayas. It was meant to be a spiritual journey. And no true seeker returns empty handed. Yes, I did inherit vast spiritual treasures; I also felt so at peace amidst the snow clad peaks. It was a wonderful experience to just be in the most serene and tranquillest of all places ever. I have uploaded a pic of the place here. 

    Satkhol

    Satkhol, Himalayas

  2. When I gaze at the sleeping form of my four year old. They say the most peaceful sight is that of a baby sleeping. I think whoever said it, said it true. I can keep watching him sleep for hours and hours together and think of absolutely nothing. It’s really stand still experience.
  3. Laughing with my son while playing his most favorite game – urundi vilayathu (basically translated to roll over game). He and I just roll over each other on the bed with really no rules or scores for the game. I do not know how he came up with the game. But on weekends, we get around to playing this game at least for a dozen times for stretches of half an hour each. It’s basically senseless.
  4. Visiting my childhood home of 25 years. I grew up there. Those rooms, the backyard, the kitchen, the terrace, the compound walls, the bathrooms, the store rooms, the garden, basically even just the air around in that place share so many of my secrets, my joys, my hurt, my fears, my worries, my happiness, my pain, my pleasures, my risks, my treasures, my learning, my loving things and people, my losing things and people, my friendships, my trials, my tribulations, my successes, my failures, my LIFE. Some things in life are always cherished only fondly, can never be traded for anything, never be forgotten and just is, what it is. It can never be explained ever too. My babyhood, my childhood, adolescent life, even the most significant thing in my life till date – entry to motherhood were experienced within those walls. Perhaps, happiness is the word for the feelings I experienced there, but then I am so grateful to God for really those wonderful years of my life. Like Bryan Admas’, Summer of 69, I could also start singing, “Those were the best times in my life”…  Those rooms of my ancestral home know each and every tiny bit of me and myself. Oh well, I will put a full stop to my gushing. This topic deserves a separate post of its own. 
  5. I have this really feel good feeling every time I read the book, “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. His oft quoted words – “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it” is so much more powerful and subtle all at the same time than most of the self help books and positive thinking books. I mean, don’t you get this “All is well” feeling when you listen to those words? And I have this immense sense of well being after reading any really good book, even the likes of Hobbit, even though it’s for a younger audience.
  6. Watching the rain from my balcony, getting my palm and feet wet, enjoying the rain with my son, sometimes getting drenched too and giggling crazily 🙂
  7. Yeah, Food. Woman and Man born need to live to be blogging everyday. So after a hearty meal of vathal kuzhambu satham, butter roasted potato curry, Thayir satham and avakai oorugai (Traditional South Indian vegetarian delicacies), one could call life peaceful and fulfilled.
  8. A way to man’s heart is through his stomach. So, the look on my DDH’s face after I serve him with the above mentioned food on a weekend afternoon is definitely a gift from the Gods. I am planning to take up cooking everyday, shortly soon and hopefully I impress him everyday.
  9. A long hot bath after a very hectic day. Nothing like just relaxing in a steamy bath with eyes closed.
  10. Awaiting DDS and/or DDH and when they arrive from wherever they went to, at the expected time and without further delay, the day is definitely blissful.
  11. I did promise only 10 points. But I just could not resist this last one. After I receive at least 10 comments to this blog and every other blog from DDH,  Ram, Yuv, the other Ram, Nar, Vij(she rarely logs her comments, the cons of being her cube mate, she just voices it and gets on), Sha, Mik, Vid, Kar and the rest of the gang 🙂
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