Courage

• Courage is taking responsibility for your actions, especially when you’ve gone wrong
• Courage is making a public apology, healing hurt without letting the sun go down 

• Courage is generosity of time, money and effort, knowing it may never be returned
• Courage is finding rest in uncertainty, solace despite ambiguity

• Courage is never delaying in making amends
• Courage is sometimes resisting, sometimes fleeing temptation
  
  

• Courage is walking away, even while it deeply hurts
• Courage is believing in a greater treasure, even while it’s yet unseen 

• Courage is choosing not to vent your anger
• Courage is choosing not to lean on your own understanding

• Courage is saying what you really need to say
• Courage is in the stillness of silence

• Courage is in a long, hard look at the mirror
• Courage is truth in the innermost person
• Courage is accepting you went astray

• Courage is in composure and a steadfastly calm spirit
• Courage is in forgiveness and a remarkably unbitter spirit

• Courage is in esteeming yourself, everyday
• Courage is in seeking a fresh start, everyday

• Courage is in compassion and in mercy
• Courage is in giving unreservedly and in empathy

• Courage is outward looking
• is hurting release
• is trusting peace
• is sacrificial love

Life. And Love. And Why.

Why does Popeye keep his spinach until the finish?

Why do you catch the bug the night before an important presentation?

Why do you get pulled up for the one lapse?

Why don't we treat others the way we would like to be?

Why is 'life's-too-short' used as the reason to throw it away?

Why is bitterness all-consuming?

Why do we try to change others? People do not change. It has nothing to do with you.

Why do we live as if we'd never die?

Why does disease show up, after it's too late?

Why must it be so hard to avoid hurt, when you can?

Why do you continue to love the one who continues to cause you pain?

Why is it difficult to do the good you want to do?

Why is it easy to commit the mistakes you never meant to?

Why are you asked to 'follow' your heart? You should be 'leading' your heart.

Why don't we see that love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres?

Love is not self-seeking, is not easily angered, keeps no record of wrongs. Why is love the theme of all songs, yet the least understood?

Why is it that what you fear the most, happens to you?

Why do you fall the hardest when you think you're standing firm?

Why do you hit the ground running when you lose your way?


Nobody said it'd be easy. Nobody said it would be so hard.

A year older. Two steps forward. One step behind.

Two hours too early to leave on a jetplane - out of namma Bangalore into amchi Mumbai, to 'celebrate' the birthday.

You see, it was the India-Pakistan cricketing blood-bath. Fewer people on the streets than in a graveyard on a full-moon night.

No pearls of wisdom. Some insights, distilled and now brewing over. In no particular order..


- Daily living ought to work out of a to-do list. Write it down. Check it off.

- No matter how many times you fall.. Get up. Every single time.

- Life is uncertain. That's no excuse to not have a plan.

- No matter how you feel.. Get up. Dress up. Show up.

- Hunger for growth. It's the ultimate elevator pitch.

- God is alive and kicking. Why thirst by the fountain-side..

- Make a decision. Stick to it.

- Do right. Sand castles come crashing down.

- People - They'll forget what you said. They'll forget what you did. They will never forget how you made them feel.

- Love as if you've never been hurt.

- Note to self: No chai like ghar ki chai. Dip-dip chai is simply not the same.

Cure for the pain

As I write this, I'm living out the rough and tumble of simple living. My grandmother's home in Kerala has the basic conveniences of modern existence, yet seems to prove the classic adage right- the more things change, the more they remain the same.

Daily living's uncluttered here. Schedules rarely heave. All 'early-to-bed, early-to-rise'rs. Chores begin at dawn, and follow each other in routine humdrum.

Women have an equal share of voice in household matters. Every home no matter how poor, believes in giving their children decent education, sincere in the conviction that a good job holds the key to upward mobility. All hard workers, they believe in earning the bread they bring home to their families. Which is also why, grinding poverty is almost non-existent.

Outwardly, not much has changed. I see the same tea shop, I'd seen as a goo goo eyed girl, with its fresh 'chaya/kaapi ' aroma wafting through the antediluvian atmosphere, mingling with the unhurried buzz of activity around.


This wasn't meant to be a character sketch of a malayalee, but the culmination of an insight gathered over the past week of rumination.

Because, beneath the deceptive calm, there's many an instance of brewing and settled storms. A private grieving behind the 94-year old collection of my grandmother's wrinkles. Unspeakable in its depth, but solid in its reality. A wrenching agony transcending the cherubic smile of a bright-eyed kid, left in the wake of it's mother's passing.

Yet, life goes on. Simply, because there are no answers. Doesn't matter how loud and how often you scream out your questions.

Life, then, is largely an unbroken stretch of sorrow, occasionally interspersed with happiness and ever so sporadically intermingled with bitter-sweet moments, where you think you've lived a lifetime.

I have no answers. My pain is also my remedy.

Random thoughts & Catharsis

1. Soar:

I like how a plane soars into the sky. The one moment in time, when that most marvelous of engineering feats, leaves the world behind. I drop whatever else I do, and that singular point of take-off & lift-up holds my undivided attention. It holds poignant significance for me.

2. Travel:

As I write this, I'm far from being a globe-trotter. But I've realized over the past year of intra-country travel, that visiting far-flung places, features eminently on my 'Things-to-do-before-I-die' list.

3. The Unnamed & The Unknown:

There have been people I met in my walk, who fulfilled a purpose - with a timely word, a helpful hand, or an unforeseen insight. I was grateful. I was responsive to their need too. Then, I moved on. That was okay. A natural drift. I made no effort to 'stay-in-touch'. On another time zone, can one meet someone, who's nothing like you in a most likely way, and you let that fierce guard down, and wonder, "if those walls you built up, were just glass on the outside?" Some relationships don't have to have a name. Someday, I'll heartbreakingly know..

4. The known:

You cannot walk on hot coals and not be scorched.
You cannot walk through fire and not be burned.

A real short story

He had big brown eyes - the color of earnestness. 

His soft, wavy hair fell over his forehead. He spoke haltingly, the words tumbling over each other, but he did so passionately. He was standing at the intersection of the busy road, vehicles streaming from all directions. 

He must have been looking at me, but when I caught his eye, he blinked away. Maybe he made up his mind, and he stood a few paces behind me and my friend. 

I turned and looked at him. He smiled,” Muhje paise nahi chahiye”. 

‘Ask and it will be given to you’ 

“Toh kya chahiye?”, I asked. He pointed to a few notebooks in his hand. “Char subjects hai school mein, teen book chahiye har subject ke liye”. 

I looked at my friend, who seemed moved but said he’d go with my intuition on whether the kid had a genuine need. I considered the boy and gave it a thought…but only about which bookstore to go to. 

‘Seek and you shall find’ 

We walked, navigating the traffic. He studied in a “gohmment” school in the 5th standard. His mother worked in a hotel near where they stayed and he didn’t have a father. His brother studied in the third standard, he said, sticking 3 proud fingers close to my face. All his words were punctuated with vigorous nodding of the head and pointing of fingers. Every expression was honest and endearing. 

We arrived at the bookstore and bought notebooks and a box of pencils for him. He’d taken a bus to get there, only knowing that he had to get notebooks. His childish mind saw no barrier to the achievement of his desire. I asked why he chose to travel all the way from where he stayed. He didn’t want his mother to be ashamed, he said. 

‘Knock and the door will be opened to you’

He clutched his new possessions close to his chest and promised to study well and grow up to be a good man. I gave him my number. 

I wouldn’t be too surprised if I heard from him, after many, many years. 

And I wouldn’t be surprised at all, if I never did.

When I’m weak, then I’m strong

The last 2 two years have been the hardest, in my living memory. I’ve felt elated and abandoned. Strong and exhausted. Felt the presence of God and stony silence.
Much of what I’ve been through, I felt, doesn’t make sense. I’ve argued, bargained, rationalized and went still.

Be good and you get good, right? Isn’t that how it should be? But then, God, as I’m discovering, is more interested in our character than our comfort (Rick Warren).

By grace, I’ve become more outward looking. Your own problems seem insignificant when you take a good, hard look at someone else’s suffering. And your life, a bed of roses, in comparison with someone else’s.

It’s been a month, since I’ve been visiting children living with cancer, at a cancer institute nearby. These are kids, of all ages, shapes and sizes, sharing a ravaging disease in common – at different stages of invasion. They seem bright-eyed, eager to learn and content in their little drawings, games and stories – unaware of the devastation within their bodies. They know only joy, innocence and the daily routine of medications, which they handle in a matter-of-fact way.

They’re from different parts of the country, different schools that they don’t go any longer to, and different families – each with a private grief of its own.

Being part of their joy adds to mine, as I bring them books, help them read, write, draw, play with blocks, color and sing. Do they ponder why they lose hair, have bulging stomachs and protruding veins.. I find myself wondering what goes on in the little expanse of their guileless hearts and look up to see an ear-to-ear melting smile..

I don’t know what tomorrow holds – but knowing I’m significant, of great and eternal worth with a purpose while here on earth, gives me strength to plough on and face tomorrow. Whether or not I have the answers to all questions – disappointment with God is better than disappointment without God.

“This is the true joy of life: the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one, being a force of nature, instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy” (George Bernard Shaw)

(These kids can use storybooks and funds – if you find it in your heart to contribute – please drop me a line)

Inspiring social change

Leadership is a common word. Everyone uses it. Many books have tried to capture some part of its essence. Some think leaders are born and that one either has it in him to be a leader or does not. Others think great necessities call forth great leaders. In the words of Warren Bennis,the management writer, ― Leadership, like love, is something everybody knows exists, yet is difficult to define.

Ralph Waldo Emerson used to greet old friends with, ― What‘s become clear to you since we last met? Writing this article, is an opportunity to reflect on that question and what‘s become clear to me is how much one can learn just from observing other lives. Our experiences at the ― Leaders of Tomorrow program served to some extent, to manifest how young people can be trained to take charge; of their lives, their careers and their futures. In the following description, we have tried to explain what difference this training, provided at a young age to students, who otherwise may never have such an opportunity, made to their lives. 'Leaders of Tomorrow' is a program conducted by Dr. P.N. Singh‘s Foundation. The training is imparted to students at Rameshwar, Patuck and other schools in the city of Mumbai.

Mumbai – the land of dreams and maddening paradoxes. Sprawling highrises and heartwrenching poverty. Children at international schools preparing for the opportunities offered by the globalized world and those who work the streets, just to earn their next meal. In this city that never turns anyone away, our 2 week experience at the foundation, opened our eyes to one of the selfless efforts made by determined people to bridge some of the opportunity gaps.

The Foundation launched its Leaders for tomorrow project in 1998 for under privileged school children. It is a one year part time program in class ninth where trainers teach students skills like goal setting, time management, mind control, motivation and public speaking. The project aims at developing self-confidence and improving self-worth in participants so that they are prepared to assume leadership positions in the professions they choose. The course is free of charge and is conducted in various languages like Marathi, Hindi and English. The project has about 33 trainers, all professionals from H.R and other fields. For this project, 30
students, on an average are selected from Class IX by the principals of the respective schools. The students selected are financially backward and are academically inclined. At the end of the program the students are awarded with a certificate by the foundation.

Various aspects of personality development such as self esteem, concentration, habits, memory development,speed reading, communication, creativity, goal setting, time management, attitude, values,stress management, mind control and social behavior are covered by the foundation. On 16th January, 2006 the foundation initiated the India scholar awards. These are handed out every year to well deserving students selected on the basis of merit, which provide them with financial assistance to pursue their graduation.

We also managed to meet some students who had attended this program in the years 2003and 2004. Most of them stay in the slums and needless to say, have not been exposed to any kind of training in terms of personality development and language. We wanted to find out the impact this unique initiative has had on these young students and how it has influenced the career choices they made or were planning to make.

On our journey, we were led around by one of the students, Jitendra, who wove in and around the slums, tirelessly introducing us to people. One of the things that moved us was the courteous treatment given to us. These were poor people, who did not hesitate in offering us food, being short of it themselves. On interacting with students who were trained by the foundation, we were left with no doubt as to the effectiveness of the training and the positive difference it made to their young aspirations.

There were those students, who wished the workshop stayed in longer touch with them but they seemed glad to answer our questions and remembered all the training sessions and their trainers with gratitude. The choices they were equipped to make prepared them for their work lives and contributed in enabling them to choose their careers. Surprisingly, not many were keen on choosing that coveted area of higher education – MBA. What interested them more,were fields of engineering; one student, being particularly fascinated by aeronauticalengineering, and refreshingly, some wanted to know how to gain an entry into the UN.

It was heartening to see wings being provided to the dreams of these young children. These kids are marginalized, like so many in our city. It gave us particular joy to hear the case of a young girl, trained by the foundation, who competed at the national level for a public speaking title, with students from well-heeled schools; and won. These were students who learned just for the joy of learning. They could not afford to take education and a good career for granted,unlike many of us. They had a genuine desire to know more, to make something of themselves and they were clay in the hands of those who wished to mould them.

We could sense their joy from the bright glint in their eyes and their happiness from the words they said. The children were glad that someone cared and their enthusiasm glowed from their faces. Much of the effectiveness of the training arises from the fact that these students are caught young; trained when their beliefs are still being crystallized and taught while they still dared to dream.

Even as we applaud those at the foundation, we realize, certainly, more of such selfless efforts are needed. How can someone like you and me contribute to such initiatives? We‘d say: Time, Money and Support. Any of these, would be investments in the future of such children that will earn rich dividends in the days to come. Along with us, they can also be leaders, learning to take charge of their situations, instead of being pushed around by circumstances. The times we spent with the children served as an eye-opener and to be a part of their happiness, we consider a joy and a privilege.

(Written for the college magazine, 2009)

Home is where You are.

I'm not blind at all to Mumbai's faults. For a city trying hard collectively to be at the cutting edge of modernity, it has seemed terribly backward, many times. But, I shall give Mumbai credit, where it's due. It prepares you to live, adjust and even thrive, in perhaps most parts of the world. Yet, as I went back home for a short stay, I wasn't struck with nostalgia, no memories swept over me, as I looked dispassionately out the car window at the chaotic buzz around. Just the happiness of seeing my family and settling into the familiarity of home. As a Christian saying goes, I live as a stranger on earth, with an enduring citizenship that awaits, beyond.

Home was another story. I felt like I was never away. My mother, bless her heart, promptly served up a feast fit for a king. In all the 3 and a half days spent, I unabashedly state that my jaws never stopped moving. Irrespective of culinary timelines set by civilization - breakfast, lunch, dinner, I ate.. anytime and more accurately, at all times. So, by the time, it was time for me to leave, I'd consumed enough food to feed a little African country.

As I cozied myself in my own room, plopped on my own bed, miles away and removed from my boot-camp style bed, I displayed the stuff I got for my family. More moved by the sentiment and feeling, than by the gifts, I loved the joy in my parent's faces and wondered if that's how they felt when I appreciated things they gave and did for me. God, perhaps, feels the same way, over happiness and gratitude displayed over a blessing.

Yea, this is home. Back to the order and cleanliness of my room, where everything is in it's right place. Yet, it had the calm and stillness of a day, just before a storm is gathering. My suspicions were confirmed when my sister confessed to running a squad-like operation to beautify the room, before my imminent arrival. Of course, her wardrobe, still was the same ol' horror of horrors. Not just messy, but, so messy, I thought I might need an oxygen mask to enter without passing out.

After 3 and a half happy days, of eating, talking, church-time, spent with the ones I love, it was time to bid adieu. I was to travel on Republic Day, a national holiday never being a good day to travel, since 9/11. I however, was more concerned, about handling my guitar in the plane, even as my mother fretted over Bin Laden, himself, being my co-passenger on my trip back to Bangalore.

As I landed at Bangalore airport, which by now, thanks to its uncomplicated layout, I've come to know like the back of my hand, I smiled at the memory of how suddenly Bangalore had fallen on my Mum's motherly radar. Everything that occurred within a 1000 kilometre radius of Bangalore, was promptly and duly reported to me, which included giving me information on my own company - the one I worked for.

Leaving home, wasn't the hard part. The daily living is. Not knowing what my future holds, but certainly and oh so, thankfully, knowing the One who holds my future. Well, Home is where the Heart is. And, where the Treasure is, there the Heart is. And when I think about it, Home is where You, Oh Lord, are. Let that be enough..

Matchbox

I live in it. A matchbox, that is. It's a tiny room. It ends even before it begins. My roomie called it one-fourth of a room. She was being polite. When I moved in, it wasn't a pretty place. Dust had settled in on the beds, which were of the kind one would find in prison. The air was stale and the room stuffy. I had a distinct suspicion that it might also be infested with roaches. As it turned out, they made a regular appearance.

"And this is where you can keep all your clothes, wokay", the landlady said, while opening a poor excuse for a cupboard with a flourish. She turned and smiled at me, as if I'd be staying at the Taj Mahal, itself, no less..I swallowed and enquired about the food. "Good food wonly..", she trailed off. I went to the dining area where my friend pointed to a gruel, which any self-respecting cow would have rejected.

A while ago, I'd stood at the balcony of my floor and waved goodbye to my parents. Watching their car leave, I felt my heart grow heavy. As I dumped my mattress on the prison bed and whooshed away a cloud of dust, I felt alone. Yet, I had this distinct assurance of knowing that I was meant to be here. I began the process of settling in. It was an uphill task trying to figure out how and where to place all my earthly possessions without tripping over them. A minor exercise in project management, if you ask me.

Work began at 8: 30 am and went upto 6 pm. My pick-up was at 7:30 am and I reached at 8, which meant I spent a good 10 hours at my workplace everyday. It was no minor relief that saturdays were off. So, in view of my schedule, I had to deliberately plan every minute not just at work, but also when I came back to my room. I reached at 7:15 pm and every minute after that was super-precious, because another day would begin again, shortly.

Well, you ask, why am I still put-up at this place? For starters, it's a hop, skip and jump away from Forum - Bangalore's biggest mall. So, all the basic necessities of a true-blue Mumbai girl, are met. But more importantly, I was determined to build something of beauty in a place of ashes. For a girl, who's lived all her life, in the safety, comfort, and convenience of home, the newfound independence was both exhilarating and terrifying. Every task, from reading a book to paying a bill, has become an activity that requires planning. I've become even more conscious of how I spend time.

I heard a talk last Sunday in a church about transit points in life. For the Biblical character, Jacob, Bethel was the transit point. And I thought then, I'm Jacob, in Bethel (figuratively, of course). We may not build our home there, but we try to make the best use of our moments while there. It's a place to dream. A place of disappointments. A place of hard lessons learnt. A place where one sometimes, has to pick up the pieces of one's broken heart and move on.

But, it's also a place of reflection. A place to meet new people, who serve a purpose in one's life, for some while, even if one may never see them again. A place where relationships are cemented. And a place, where your eyes are opened to the things that really matter.

My matchbox is livable now. It is swept clean. It also smells nice. But more, it is lit with a sense of purpose. It's aglow with grace. Even my roommate says so. So, when I raise my weary eyes to heaven, it dawns on me that I'll be given each day my daily bread. And I realize once again..that the most important things in life..are not things.

Not knowing..

I'm at the verge of completing 7 years in higher studies. M.Sc. Biotechnology followed by an MBA with a specialization in marketing. 7 years of hoping to find my calling, and waiting. So, by this time, I should have crystal clear clarity on what it is I want to do with my life, right? Wrong. And I should know which moves to make and when, right? Wrong again. It's tough not knowing. So, I'm still waiting..

Do most people have eureka moments when it just occurs to them, that this is the profession that they will be the happiest in? Then, there are others, who've always known what they'd do when they grew up. The son who always played with his daddy's stethoscope, the lil' boy who made sand castles and grew up to be an architect, the girl who found happiness peering into a microscope at school and became a scientist.

I wish I could say, I've always known what I wanted to do, since I was like, a fetus..but instead (wonder if one can use but and instead in the same sentence - but let me not digress), I say I didn't choose Biotechnology..Biotechnology chose me. I seemed to others to have a happy confidence about my next move. But, that confidence was never my own. I just knew, in my heart of hearts, that wisdom about my next course of action would occur to me. Why lean on my own understanding?..

Yet, at one point, I wondered if I should give it all up and change track altogether. Maybe, when I turned 25. That emotion has been subdued, since I first had the thought.

So, this is what is going on in my head. I'll just take one day at a time. When you walk in obedience, you never have to constantly worry about whether you're on the right road and where it is heading. It may seem dark, sometimes, but you look upward for light. Seriously, if I knew it all, I wouldn't need grace. God gives his children their daily bread, each day..and one day at a time. No weekly or yearly rations. It's like being handed over the bus fare by a loving father, just before boarding the bus.

Such is life. Didn't Naaman have to wash himself 7 times in the river before he got cleansed? He could easily have been healed in the first contact with water.

After all, no eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind had conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him. The journey of life is intended to build the character of the pilgrim. Yes, it's tough not knowing what's next, and the answers to all the whys, whens and hows, but it's allright, in the end.

What I'm holding onto now, is hope. Of course, neither will I ever be content with the mediocre nor settle for anything less than my full God-given potential. And certainly, that may not be easy, but hey, I live by faith and not by sight..

Mumbai Rant

People say you never forget your first day at work. For me, it was my first day at my first work. I was officially in the Biotechnology industry. After 7 years of education - Masters in Biotechnology followed by an MBA, I was certainly itching to get going at work. Being placed from campus was a high. The only painful bit being; having to leave home. Moving to a new place, without a friend in the place. Well, almost no friend. I had a very good pal, although a bit far away from where I was going to be put up at. As of this point in time, I have already met a few people, whom I gladly call friends.

Bangalore wasn't much of a culture shock. So, yes, I'm at Biocon. Anyhoo, I'm at Koramangala, supposedly one of the most happening places in Bangalore. Although a far cry from good ol' Bombay (Mumbai), I'm beginning to warm up to the place. That Forum mall is nearby, is a big relief.

A few weeks in Bangalore though, made me realise what a unique place on earth Bombay is. It's a maddening city and so often, it's seemed to me to have no heart. I've read somewhere that we could judge the character of a city by how it treats its weakest people. Mumbai doesn't score very high on those counts. A reader's digest survey, rated Mumbai as one of the rudest cities in the world. That may well be true, if you consider the fact that what Mumbaiities know about civic sense and ettiquette, one can stick in a fly's ear.

But heck, you can't write the city off. I have no doubt God loves this insane city. It's a land of bewildering paradoxes. Someone who's just moved to Mumbai might be flummoxed - one sees posh apartments, luxury cars and just when one's getting used to the show of indulgence, one sees sprawling poverty. Huts, kids running about and filth. How do the twain meet? The thing is - they hardly do. Indifference is a way of life here. Whether it is to the suffering of the poor or corruption or injustice. Bribes are routine and euphemistically referred to as chai-paani kharcha. Sab kuch chalta hai. Adjust karo..

Yet, in Mumbai, people can make an enterprise out of anything. You walk down the road and break your shoe, there's a cobbler 'round the corner. You can't get into your own home; no problemo, for there's a chaabiwala who'll do it for you. Cooks to cook, maids to clean, and you'll get a rickshaw to get you from point A to point B; even if the said point A and point B are only a spitting distance away - in minimum fare. And no rant on Mumbai would be complete, without mentioning its legendary local trains. People curse the trains; but these serpent-elephant locomotives transport almost the entire city in a single day. Mumbaiites call the local trains as the lifeline. One day without them and the city will be brought down to its knees. In these trains, folks become travel buddies, complete strangers share their life-stories and resting your weary self down on a fourth seat is no minor feat.

People ask me if Mumbai's like this big melting pot. It's not. New York may be a melting pot, where people lose their identities and blend into the background. Mumbai, in Shashi Tharoor's words, is more like a thali, where people of diverse and varied cultures, somehow manage to retain their distinct identities.

It's a mad city. Oh, it's raving mad. And though I find myself gravitating towards New Bombay (Navi Mumbai) increasingly, I wax eloquent about my Mumbai, when someone asks; and even when they don't ask. Jeez, who would've thought I'd miss cheesy Hindi film songs. This post was to be titled, 'My first day at work' but after all this, it wouldn't fly. So, Mumbai rant it is..

For all it's crazy contradictions, I puff up and stand my full 5 feet 4 and a half inches, when I say I'm from Mumbai. Like I said, God loves this insane city. He died and rose again for its people too and yours truly is one of them.