A Normal Life

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As adults, we have forgotten most of our childhood, not only its contents but its flavor; as (wo)men of the world, we hardly know of the existence of the inner world: we barely remember our dreams, and make little sense of them when we do; as for our bodies, we retain just sufficient pro-prioceptive sensations to coordinate our movements and to ensure the minimal requirements for biosocial survival – to register fatigue, signals for food, sex, defecation, sleep; beyond that, little or nothing.

– R. D. Laing. The Politics of Experience.

Autumn. 4 Micro Tales.

(Sadness)

he will catch

the crimson red

that melts away

from the serene green

and the saffron autumn

that wells up your eyes

daddy’s coming

my lil one

don’t cry

(Ecstasy)

one little butterfly

ecstatic

hovers

leaf to leaf

screaming

‘grandma: you were right!

i’ve found the heaven you sing of,

and there’s no end in sight!’

(Nostalgia)

trembling hands

sew pretty leaves

on short summer gowns

every few stitches

they steal a long sniff

in a basement in Dhaka

dreaming of the autumn

and the ageing mom

in the village back home

(Love)

butterflies lined up

behind the sad girl

chuckling

at his begging:

the boy

on his knees,

as autumn

was about

to start …

‘aim for her belly,

please…  steal her heart?’

#SelfieWithDaughter. Gimmick or Reform?

#selfiewithdaughter.

Some call this a #staterun #mediamachine.

I call it a noble initiative, that sparks questions and thoughts no one dared ask before to #KhaapPanchayats and the likes. There are and will always be #naysayers. Don’t care. It is an effort worth appreciation and support. (To be clear, I am not a blind follower of any one political faction.)

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Just a continuing thought #DearPM #श्रीमान #नरेन्द्रमोदी: imagine one Rupee gets deducted per such selfie message/data-packet/instagram charge from the mobile carrier profits. And that amount reduces tax liability for the carrier company, and goes to girl child protection and enrichment programs. Furthermore, these funds could be used to get internet and computing to far more hands, creating a viral effect.

It will never be perfect (think about the population whose last worry is not a front facing camera’s settings, but how far they will have to walk to get water), but this immense movement can then start to truly empower borderline (lower) middle class, way beyond any marketing gimmick can. At the same time corporations will get a chance to show that they do not just care about profits.

Thoughts?

Picture: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3111521/Drought-hit-Indian-village-men-marry-women-just-fetch-water-family.html

5 Most Common Regrets On Death Bed

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1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

When people realize that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.

From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realize, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.

This came from every male patient that I nursed. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Often they would not truly realize the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realize until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

Source:
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/06/23/regrets/

Letting Go – The Eyes that Drowned Uyuni.

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She kissed my forehead, freed herself from my grip, and started to walk away.

“No. Not again. I cannot. How can I let you walk away?”

After all this, after all the pains, fights, bruises, crusades – how can I just let you walk away?

But she kept walking – her shadow was slowly becoming one with her self.

Should I really set her free, and free myself too of the fear – the fear of missing her, forever?

Is that what my love for her is leaving me with?

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