Tuesday Tale: Just A State Of A Mind

This is how the world feels like right now.

And this I how I want to feel.

I want to dance in sun and soak myself in the warmth of light, I want to drink rain and just run away. I want to be part of a crowd and I promise not to cringe when it gets too crammed. I want to run around like a crazy person, smiling and hugging people. When all of this is over, I want to do it all.

Life stories

Living For The Weekend – No More

Until a few weeks back, we all had been living our lives in the way that can be summed up in four words – “living for the weekend”. Giving in to the grind of life from Monday to Friday and pining for the weekend to begin. Before we even knew, Monday was dawning upon us again and we would be part of an unceasing cycle. Unceasing, we thought! (Universe must be laughing at us right now).

Then, somewhere in the world, a magic went horribly wrong and Corona virus hit us. Needless to say, we still have a Monday to Friday routine, we are just oblivion to it most of the days (Universe is laughing again!).

In these times, is it time to look back at how we weighed our priorities? Is it time for us to re-consider the expectations that we call our “dreams”? A good time to contemplate the race we are dying to survive in? Do we want to run that race? Do we want to win that race? What happens when we do win it? Does the race stop? Or do we become part of another elite race and endeavour to sustain it?? There will always be a race – this, then next, then another one. We have evolved and have been programmed to be racing (Crawling, walking, running, huffing, puffing).

If we have to race, let’s run in our self-carved tracks and not in the ones tailored by the world for us, not the ones designed by society and not the ones shaped by corporations. Let’s not run a rat race. A quote by Lily Tomlin fits here perfectly – “the trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat”. Do we want to be a rat? I think not.

If we all run our own races, we will just be competing with ourselves. The feat will be in living, joyfully living our days, not counting them and not surviving them with a hope of a weekend. Not living for the weekend!

Life stories

Life In Times Of Corona Virus

Few months back, I was enjoying my vacation with people from different countries. I was having a blast experiencing different cultures and food. On the first day of 2020, I was on a flight and was feeling truly ecstatic because this was the first time I was flying on 1st of January. I thought – what a crazy year this will be? I was already planning for my next vacation. 

I joined back office with my tan and beautiful memories of my holiday. I just couldn’t stop smiling with the days I just lived and the days I was planning to live. I was enjoying my work and my life. In the next few days, I learnt about a virus that the entire world was talking about. I first heard something about China, then a few days later, it was Iran, then Italy. It was sprawling like wildfire globally and soon it hit India.

The idea of Corona virus hitting India was as scary as Tsunami hitting Japan (Tsunami hitting anywhere else is equally scary). India was not prepared, people were not prepared, government was not prepared.

We all were going to experience something unseen in the last 100 years. Everyone was going to get affected. There were no exceptions. Our worlds were taking a one-eighty degree turn. India a country with an unending hustle-bustle was going to get used to being quiet. I know the entire world was experiencing this, but for India, being India, this was a challenge. We are the noise makers, we don’t know what quiet is. We are deeply tied up with our families, our friends, our neighborhood, how were we going to survive this? This India would have to understand social distancing and most importantly, follow it. 

We all learnt about social distancing. By the way, this should be Oxford’s word of 2020. The virus and the word made us stay at home. No malls, no fun places to go to, no dinners outside, no vacation plans and no social gatherings. Stay where you are – is the message. A lockdown. I understand the message. We all do. We have to stay at home. Homebound only. Which means I’m working from home, just like most of the us. 

Working from home has always been a dream. It’s convenient – I always thought. Well, initially it was fun. It was so good to be in my space and delivering work. I realised I was more focused at home than office. I was so focused, just like my husband who was also working from home, that our line of personal and work space blurred. It wasn’t clear anymore whether it was time to work or to stop work. There were no breaks, no early morning chitchat with friends at work and no snack time. My husband got up every morning in a hurry to get ready for his early morning zoom meeting. Our lunches were also in a haste mostly. By the time we both were off our laptops, it was mostly eight in the evening. Then, we would prepare our dinner and it would be ten already. What was happening? We were spending twenty four hours together in the same house and not spending much time with each other. And me being the selfish one that I am, I was also worried about not having enough time to spend with myself. I am a firm believer of spending some quality time with oneself first and then with someone else. 

That evening, I started making a mental note of things that I wanted to do. I understood that the lockdown was not going to go away anytime soon. I had to do something. I had to.

First thing I did the next morning was – I picked my Nikon DSLR that I bought five years back. Yes, five years back! I could count the number of times I used it earlier and I’m not proud of myself to say that. I was so excited when I had bought it but in the daily grind of life, it was kept someplace, where I wouldn’t see it often. I cleared my mind of my past excitement and filled my heart with the freshness of early morning. In next few seconds, I was in my balcony. Now this is no ordinary balcony. This balcony gives me a view of endless greenery, hills and open sky. I’m always thankful to God whenever I’m in my balcony, this is my favourite space in my space. As I stood outside, I noticed a bird – I had never seen this bird before. I was elated to see it. The bird was Coppersmith Barbet. I clicked. Next day, it was a Bulbul, the next, a Superb Fairy Wren, the next, a Magpie Robin and the next, a Kingfisher. What was happening? Was this because of lockdown? Maybe? I wondered how I never noticed a single bird apart from the pestersome Pigeons. Now this is my hope of my every morning. This makes me happy and this gives me hope.
In these times, we need to find our own hope. We need to create new strengths and new happinesses. While we all need to work. We all need to have fun as well. We need to connect with ourselves, or else how will we connect with our families, our partners. 

Find something that will make you feel alive, I’m trying to find more. Gym is shut, so I’m trying sun salutations at home. Have no Starbucks or a Durga coffee house open, so I’m trying Dalgona at home. I’m learning about focus, aperture and white balance, things that I should have learnt five years back. Writing this article is also about me finding happiness. I hope there’s something that each one of us is able find for ourselves – finding our happiness in the times of Corona. The gloom will get defeated by each drop of happiness that we create in our lives.