Monday, September 23, 2024

It’s not ok to be not ok!

Most people often think that it is ok to be not ok. Because, it is not unusual to be not ok. In my experience, life is a series of healing processes because getting hurt is the order of the day. Anyone with the least sense of self worth will then look inwards to help one’s own self. 


How can I help me? Heard no one saying ever! Everyone says, “How can I help you?” We are all trained to say ‘how can I help you?’ Because we are all taught to take care of the other. Not because they need help, but because you may perceive that they might require some help. See the generosity of our altruism! However, when it comes to your own self, my culture tells me to shut up and go on. Because, to be worried about your own self, to worry about your mental health and well being is less than being human. Who does that! If you are a decent human being, take care of others. Others will take care of you. Well, life has taught me otherwise. If I don’t take care of myself, no one else will. 


When do you realise that you need help? When you think you need help, you might already have gone beyond rescue. That is not your problem. That is the problem of your society. You have been taught all along to hush your own need to feel well and go after what others think is good for you. Therefore, by the time you get a chance to look inside and realise that you need help, you might be beyond redemption. So the message is, every now and then, if possible after you read this sentence, look in the mirror and ask yourself, ‘do you need help?’ And if the answer is ‘no’ definitely run to someone who can help you. 


Who can help you? What kind of help will help me get better, feel better? This is a question that stops most of us when we feel we need help. Quite understandable. First of all, getting help is looked down upon. Second, finding help raises many an eyebrow. Third, how can you live your decent life after getting help for your mental illness? Therefore, if you really think you need help, decide that you are going to give two big hoots about what others think. Second, walk up to whoever it is you think can help and ask for help. Third, walk out and look straight in the eyes of the society and give those two hoots! 


Feelings apart, you could start by talking to a counsellor. A counsellor is someone who listens to you and guides you as to how to respond to life’s many turns and twists. If a counsellor judges that you are beyond their purview, they will guide you to the next level of help. We all need to understand that what we call sanity is a fine balance of thousands of chemicals that our brain produces every second. When one of those chemicals is produced in the minusculest amount, we become unwell. Some of that balance can be controlled by controlling the mind and creating a conducive environment. Some of it should be controlled using other chemicals that can control the glands that create these chemicals. Therefore, we might require help from a clinical psychologist or psychiatrist. 


If you regularly take your car to service Center without feeling ashamed of your car being called weak, immature, nuts and crazy, why would you hesitate to walk into any place that offers you help, solace and ultimately a peaceful existence? Get help while it is not too late. 

Monday, September 16, 2024

Being is Happiness

At times, I wonder about the direction of my life in general. 

Life is a series of moments. In childhood I aspired to be someone, in youth I became someone, and in old age I die. In this scheme, my role is limited to merely being present. Can I do more? Could I have done more? Will I have done more? These are meaningless questions as long as I have nothing to do with life, except being present at the moment. 

When I think of this as a philosophical truth, I realise that most of my life was spent in meaningless pursuits. In my childhood, I spent my time in becoming someone. In my youth, I continued and became someone. This someone was not exactly the someone I had planned to become. Therefore, there was frustration and disappointment in being that different someone. Throughout midlife, I continued to adapt to my ideal self by feeling guilty, pretending to be another and spending time and money on that becoming. Meaningless pursuits. 

On the road I saw an old lady this morning. She was combing her hair under a metro station. He had all her belongings in a small sack-bag. She didn't look very clean. Her face didn't look the happiest. But she was determined to do that one thing she was doing - combing her hair. I walked past her in a hurry to reach home. At home, as I write this, I reflect back a
nd wonder if she was happy! I saw another lady who had two cats on leashes. She was tying them to the sidewalk rails. Was she happy? 

Then again, I look back inside myself ans ask, am I happy? Yes. I am happy. Why am I happy? Is it because I possess things? Honestly, I possess fewer things than most people. I have clothes that will fit in a suit case, books in another, 3 digital devices,  4 musical instruments, a watch, an umbrella, 4 pairs of footwear, some furniture, a few household electronics items, a two&four wheeler and miscellaneous items like stationery and cutlery. Oh that is a bit too many for a happy person. However, if fewer things make me happier, I should strive not to accumulate more, or shed a few in the coming days, shouldn't I?

Coming back to the direction of life in general: Is it forward looking, backward looking or not looking anywhere? I feel that it shouldn't be directional. Life should be about a state of being, not about moving forward and backward. If being in the moment gives me pleasure, that is the most you could achieve. Could you have achieved more? May be. But the pleasure of being in the moment is not about degrees, but about the state of being. If you are happy now, you could be happy for ever. Because, forever is just a series of nows. 



Sunday, September 01, 2024

What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

When I'm the reason for someone's smile, 
when someone's smile pours over my cloistered mind, 
when my mind suddenly realises how connected someone's smile is with my well-being, 
when a small act of kindness lifts someone's spirit, 
when someone leaves my room deciding to change their lives, 
when I touch lives, 
when lives change because of a thought we shared, 
when rain falls on my windshield, 
when a sparrow visits my clothesline, 
when I shift to let the breeze touch someone's sweaty forehead, 
when my story amazes a the year old, 
when an idea is retold to make an impact, 
when anonymously I enable someone to say yes or no, 
when I can walk away with a smile assured of a smile behind me, 
when we are together, 
when we create 'us,' 
when our thoughts resonate, 
when two simple colours blend, 
when the good side of bad is out, 
when I sip a surprise cup of fresh coffee in the morning,
when I realise how silly I am, 
it brings a tear of joy to my eye. 

Being Poor Isn't That Bad!

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