Catching up

Long time no hear, how are you guys and gals doing?

I am typing this post on my iPad, which Da so thoughtfully gifted to me for my b’day. It’s a huge deal because if Apple were a religion, Da would be an atheist. On the other hand, I am an ardent Apple devotee although I have never stared at an Apple product for more than five minutes at a stretch, let alone using one. The reason I bring this up is because I am typing this post on a program/app called Notes. It’s the coolest thing I have ever seen. What is not to love about it – the simple but elegant design, the fonts that mimic handwritten notes, the trash can that opens up to swallow the deleted notes. I could go on and on. Truly, if Steve Jobs believed that he was at the juncture where science and art meets, his products are a testimony to that conviction.

Ok, now that I have got it out of my chest, how about I come to the point of this post, which is simply to catch up with you all. Did you do anything fun, special, interesting or strange since the last time I posted something here. Share something, anything. I am all ears.

Just before I went away on vacation to India, I had change of role at work. I have transitioned from a product management role to a customer facing role. Although I support the products I formerly owned, the dynamics are different. So yeah, there is a learning curve. The work is intensive and spills over my home time. I would like to believe that this experience is helping me grow and mould as a person, and by extension as a parent. Only time will tell. For now I am doing the best I can because anything that is worth doing is worth doing well, what do you say?

What’s happening on the home front? The kids are a riot. Hari is on summer vacation. He is enrolled in numerous camps, all of which whet his appetite for sports in one form or another. He is the proud owner of guppies, which he won on a raffle from school. More on his school activities in a following post. Ram has a new name – we call him Joy because he truly fills our household with cheer. Peals of giggles, ever ready to swing, sway and play… yes, we are still smitten by this little mister. Da as always is the very epitome of equanimity, slowly chipping away on our ever increasing and aging list of things to do, and holding down the fort as work commitments consume me.

Time has definitely become a scarce commodity. On a good day, I feel fortunate for all the opportunities I am blessed with and am determined to strike a balance amidst competing priorities. On a not so good day, I feel like I am falling short on all fronts and my priorities in life are upside down. The hope is with time and practice, the good days will far exceed the not so good days. Either that or I reassess my priorities.

Now tell me, what’s up at your end?

Experiences, Little Moments, Memories

Hi there

A living room that is begging to be cleaned and organized. Two jet lagged kids who will wake up any second screaming for attention. 79 unread emails from work. 57 unread emails on my gmail account. Lunch and dinner waiting to be planned and cooked. A cell phone that is running out of juice.

The usual story – so much to do in so little time. What better opportunity than now to sneak in a post and put an end to this unintended blogging break.

I have missed writing. I have missed sharing tidbits of my life with you. Most of all, I have missed hearing from you in return. How about we get started by sharing one random nitty gritty detail from our lives over the past few months? Here’s mine. During my recent India trip, I went to my high school and stood under the gigantic banyan tree under which I have assembled as a schoolgirl a gazillion times. Sharing this piece of my childhood with my kids meant the world to me. Now on to you – what’s your story?

Little Moments

Overcoming an addiction (LMT post)

This post is late by a day, but going by last week’s standards it’s early by five days.  Due apologies to Mia for breaking the Thursday rule!

I was never a tea or coffee person until recently. Then, what began as a once a week indulgence became a daily habit. Before I knew it, it had spread its tentacles and established a tight grip on me.  Not to brag, but I do make delicious tea. Atleast I like it the way I make it. With a dash of ginger and a hint of mint. Yum, yum and yum! It gave the perfect start to my day and was just the comfort drink I needed to plow through the evening. So what was the problem? Here’s the thing about addiction. It makes you involuntarily surrender to the habit without you having any control over it. And that’s what bothered me about my daily intake of this cherished beverage.

Last Saturday morning, I decided to be in charge. I decided to call it quits. I ended the first day with a throbbing headache and a feeling of deprivation. For the next couple of days, the headache vanished but the sense of deprivation lasted and taunted me especially in the evening when hunger pangs would shoot my temper to its boiling point. It took two days of saying no to that enticing voice of addiction. Today, as I type this post, I can proudly proclaim that I am a former tea addict. Tea intake is now a fond memory, not a stubborn habit.

This week’s LMT celebrates little moments of self control.


A new leaf in an existing chapter

After a break of nearly three years, I joined Bharathanaytam classes a couple of weeks back. I figured I am not the self-driven kind that practices quietly behind the scenes purely for the love of the art form. I need a routine, a structured class, and a sense of camaraderie with other dancers to keep the flame burning.

Last Sunday, as I was driving back home after my first class, I felt immensely thankful and humbled. Thankful for being able to pursue the opportunities that come my way as and when the inspiration strikes. And humbled by the unwavering support I receive from my family, especially Da, who is thrust with the responsibility of holding down the fort while I am away merrily pursuing one interest after the other.

Experiences, Hari Katha, Little Moments

Living a dream

I could feel butterflies in my stomach. Understandably so. After all, this was my first time presenting to an audience of this size and nature. The message had to be simple, clear, and crisp for the slightest chance of holding their attention. I prepared as best as I could. I researched, took notes, and came up with a couple of ideas that would foster discussion. I wanted to do good from the bottom of my heart.

They trickled in one after the other. I said a small prayer, and distributed the materials. It was a mixed audience ranging from those that were bursting with enthusiasm to participate to those that couldn’t stop yawning. I have wanted to do this for a long time. Now that I had the opportunity, I decided to be in the moment, and give it my all. That’s exactly what I did, and before I knew it, it was time to disperse. I heaved a sigh of contentment, and thought to myself  – not bad, huh?

As I drove back home with Hari in the backseat, I asked my usual question, “How was class today Hari? how did you find it? boring? fun? what did you think?” And he replied, “Mama, you were good!” You see my audience today was Hari and his friends at culture class in his Sunday school where I have been assisting since the start of the academic year.


The three A’s

From awareness comes acceptance. From acceptance comes action. For the past few days, the three A’s – Awareness, Acceptance and Action – has been a recurrent theme as I meander my way through the everyday maze of life.

Lately, I have been trying to practice living in the now, particularly when the now is unpleasant. For instance in moments of anger, irritability, frustration, and stress. Instead of having knee jerk reactions and erupting like a volcano, which is nothing but disruptive,  I am teaching myself to feel and acknowledge the emotion. The few times I have been able to put this philosophy to practice, I realize that when I become aware of what I feel, I am able to move from a position of denial to that of acceptance. I am able to distance myself from the emotion and gain clarity around what’s causing it, making it easier to act on it.

This awareness, acceptance and action philosophy is humbling and empowering at the same time. It makes me realize that as a human I am susceptible to these emotions, and that as a human I am also capable of handling these emotions with grace.

The inspiration to practice this comes from Shubha, who lucidly writes about her journey to living in the present. Thank you for sharing your experiences Shubha.