Saturday 12 January 2019

Pain...


Pain is when you shower a thousand warm hugs and kisses
On an impassive body and heart.
Pain is hoping for a little warmth, but being left alone on the cold side of the bed.
Pain is an "I love you" with just silence as a reply.

Pain is also when half your soul gets lost 
In the form of a dear best friend
Trailing behind sleepless confessional nights and lost love. 

Pain is when your father dies and they tell you to be strong
And then leave in three days because it isn't their life it is yours.

Pain is when in the silence of your mind, you feel irretrievable Loss
Uncompromising Loss that you cant work your way out of

Pain.

"Acute pain has a protective function,
it motivates us to withdraw from damaging or potentially damaging situations, 
protects the injured body part while it heals, 
and avoids those situations in the future"

Pain means you are alive and healing.
It means your body, mind and soul are brave
And are rallying to deal with the reality of the trauma.

When you stop feeling pain and stop crying
Look blankly ahead, dead and empty
When you are completely lost and cant find yourself
That is when its really over.

So be glad for the sting of pain
It is the pain that lets you heal and not the avoidance of it. 

In the riot of colours that Life is, Pain is a deep mauve.
But beyond it is the blue of Freedom and Joy! 

My Pain is my teacher .. my Pain is who I am today.
So no regrets, no looking back

Just glad for the lessons learned and the strength earned
Wouldn't have it any other way!  

Sunday 6 January 2019

Pigeon Mom and Survival

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When I returned from my ten day vacation I noticed something had changed in my house. We had an uninvited guest.An Athithi..somebody who decided to visit us without informing us of the Thithi.

My small city apartment balcony squeezes in my noisy washing machine (which reminds me during spin cycles of a fettered animal spirit, rioting to break free), a barely alive frigid Tulsi plant and a stronger braver money plant , the last two being attempts by my mother to make my flat a home. As I was moving through said balcony freely, I was stopped on my tracks by the sound of the beating of strong wings flurrying in panic, hitting wildly at random objects. I noticed this big mature blue green Apartment pigeon (city slick cousins of the Rock Pigeon) breaking into an escape through the narrow grills of my balcony. She seemed to be building a nest under the cover of a big green basin we had placed outside. This nest building is an occurrence that is becoming more and more common each day in Bangalore.

Over the last few days I'v been observing her.  After laying her little white egg, she sits on it smugly, slightly nervous only when we throw the balcony door open abruptly, unthinkingly. Sometimes we see her flurry out when we are up and about in the adjoining kitchen. She tries to spend as much time as possible hatching her egg in the unusually severe cold winter.

I keep thinking of the odds stacked against her. The winter coupled with our unexpected return surely disturbed her plans. Are the conditions warm enough to bring forth burgeoning life? I wonder.

It is bare survival for her and the little life within the fragile shell which, after all, has just the right amount of strength to serve its purpose. Thankfully for the pigeon, it seems emotions, anxiety, tension, worry etc. are qualities exclusive to humans!

Mothers are unique creatures. Almost anything will be done to ensure survival of progeny. Human moms are just the same too that way. Unfortunately, even when the costs are too high. In the face of domestic abuse,absence of love,respect or care in the marriage etc. , self respect,dignity and quality of life are the first to be thrown out of the sinking ship of marriage. Who needs those as long as the children are fed,clothed and have a place to sleep.

Today I felt this is where human behaviour differs a bit... in that humans get used to living like that. Long after children become self sufficient, often long after their self respect can be salvaged, the abusive chains remain. Sometimes timely help arrives in the form of good friends or spirituality.

A woman needs to learn from a very young age that all that is required is within her .. whether it is courage, wisdom or the ability to not only rear a child but to lead her own life exactly the way she wants to, without suffering a beating to her body or mind. If there is kindness,love and compassion to support you well and good.. if not? Even the pigeon trusts in itself or in the laws of the universe when it starts building its lone nest and prepares to bring life into this world. Can't we evolved humans too?



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