I have learnt that people who have lots of possessions spend so much energy trying to protect what they have that they lose sight of what’s important in life. But remember- Being able to hold your loved ones whenever you want is a lucky luxury.
One of my favourite places to be is at an airport. Yes, airport! I could spend the entire day at an airport and never get bored!
For starters, it’s the best place to do some people watching! Just sit and look around and you’ll see people of so many ethnicities, races, nationalities and classes. I like to create little backstories for every person that catches my attention. The woman slowly sipping on her Starbucks coffee while typing away on her laptop, the old man video-calling on the phone, another man dressed impeccably in a suit waiting impatiently in front of the gate, the man next to him silently reading a book, the woman next to me trying in vain to feed her toddler before boarding the plane, the group of teenagers dressed in t-shirts and Bermuda shorts clicking innumerous selfies with planes in the background, the guy sitting far off in the café munching on a burger or the man sitting opposite me staring at me intently as I peruse the crowd! All of them have stories that will jump into narration if you listen closely.
Everyone’s impatience at the baggage carousel has a different story to tell.
But my most favourite part at any airport is the range emotions at display! You just need to visit an airport if you want to witness the purest of emotions. Watch families separate outside the departures. Watch them cry and give last minute instructions and advices to each other. Before boarding see how they send a message or make a call to their loved ones. Then watch people reunite with their families at the arrivals. The feeling of being home. The feelings of anticipation and excitement as they wait to see their family and friends! Children jumping into the arms of their grandparents who had come to receive them. Happy tears being wiped and smiles spreading from ear to ear!
Airports are places that allow you to live the lives of others for fleeting moments. Airports are magical places!
The only thing displeasing about an airport could be a crying baby on the plane and more so if that baby belongs to you!
I watched her stop and stare
While mother kept walking, unaware
She jumped and grabbed
From the rooftop of a silent car
A fallen flower
She ran with that burden
T’was her school bag
And presented the dying blossom
To her mother
Just for a smile in return
And something in my heart
That had died
Was flogged to life
Ah, I wished to be a child again!
All this time and nowhere to go gave me the opportunity to relive some old school memories. I was going through my treasured stuff from school when I saw the slam books from then. Along with all the nostalgia came a lot of surprise, embarrassment and self realization. You see, the first page of every slam book was filled by me and my own answers made me cringe. Boy, was I a silly girl back then? You betcha!
Throughout my school-life I had wanted to be extraordinary. Who doesn’t? Wouldn’t we be all lying if we said that we didn’t desire to have that glory?
The road to nostalgia was filled with chagrin at every turn and it reminded me of all the things I had wanted to change about myself back then, beginning with my name. Yes, that bad.
I mean, what kind of a name is Irfana (it means wisdom, meh!) anyway? The fact that Irfan Pathan gained fame during my adolescent years wasn’t helpful either. People who mispronounced my name went as far as calling me Irfan Pathan.
I wasn’t happy with my nose either. It felt too big for my face. Could I be anymore Asian? The two slightly crooked teeth in my mouth bothered me too and how nice would it be if I could get rid of all that baby fat? My feet seemed too big to me and I was invariably desperately in need of a wardrobe makeover.
And then there was all that stupid acne! Young chocolate lovers would know what I mean.
Besides these physical changes, I wanted the freedom an Indian teenager never gets- to see the world and rule it. I wanted answers for my philosophical self. I lacked confidence and knowledge but there was no worrying about it because I lived in my own bubble of ignorance.
I had dreams but no plans. And to top it all, I was hopeless romantic !
Years passed, ups and downs and bumps later, I made mistakes and gained experiences. A lot in me changed. Not at once of course, but I know I’m not the same girl I was in school.
With time, confidence filled my mind and optimism filled my heart. I learnt to be content with things I have while striving towards the things I want.
While I pursued my passion, I found my calling in teaching. When I started working as a teacher, I became a student of life. I fell in and out of love and realised that it’s fine. I learnt how to nurse a broken heart. I hated the world and fell in love with it all over again. I found peace at libraries and orphanages. I found solace in poetry, stories, prayer and friends. Different things worked for me at different times.
And one day, I just woke up with the wisdom that happiness resides in the little things in life.
I love people who just don’t talk about their big achievements but more about how much they love life, how they see beauty in others, how they appreciate every little thing and how they have the hunger and enthusiasm to serve this world.
Striving for an extraordinary life is foolishness. Putting all your efforts for that one entitlement is foolishness because it makes your happiness conditional. Don’t you wonder if you are anything more than mere titles?
Rather what’s extraordinary is to discover the joy and marvel of an ordinary life.
Waking up to the sun bursting through the clouds, seeing an old friend after a long time, a child’s innocent laugh, a blooming flower, biting into freshly plucked fruits, an old tattered book, a text from someone you love, a cup of coffee on a rainy day, random gifts, finding money in your old jacket, the glint in the eyes of your lover when they look at you, a kiss on the forehead, smell of freshly baked bread, being barefoot on grass or beach sand between your toes, the first hug from your child(well, that’s huge!), stories told by grandparents, silence… All these and much more!
Little things are far truer, far more genuine and difficult to falsify.
I’m not condoning a lack of ambition here. A life without goals becomes boring but try focusing on the ordinary things that feel special too. My pursuit of happiness has lead me to become a teacher, a designer, a wife and a mother. It made me read, write, teach, paint, love and nurture.
Not everything has changed though. I still laugh out loud like an idiot without a hint of feminity, I refuse to diet, I still experiment with my hair, I still do wear my heart on my sleeve and embarrass myself quite often.
I was a git, I still am a git. But a better one now.
So from wanting to change my name, my nose and my family, the only thing I changed was my attitude and it has been one of my finest decisions in life.
God, when you chiseled a raindrop,
How did you think of a stem,
Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem?
How did you know a million drops
Would deck the morning’s hem?
Identity loss is something almost every first-time mom goes through. Some have it easy, some have it worse.
Sleep deprivation, feelings of ineptitude, guilt trapping yourself, mood swings, leaky boobs- all of these seem to have a limited shelf life.But Identity crisis has a lifespan of its own.
For me, it lasted 1.5 years into motherhood. When I was pregnant, my mom continuously told me to be prepared – that life wouldn’t be the same. I nodded dismissively, reminding myself that she was from an older generation and that nothing would be lost and the only change would be that I would have a tiny, beautiful baby soon. Well, never doubt the wisdom of a mother!
With my son’s grand entrance (How? That’s another story) my world flipped overnight. I did a lot of preparation-mental and otherwise – but everything seemed so less. To say that I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. To say that I still continue to be overwhelmed on a daily basis would be truer than truth.
For some women- loneliness, exhaustion, raging hormones, self doubt, being self critical, sleep deprivation, cluster feeding, mood swings, body aches, hair loss, weight gain, loss of sexual drive, uncontrollable food cravings- are all small inconveniences that they won’t notice with a tiny baby in hand. For others, these are insurmountable challenges that need to be battled daily.
I missed my friends. I missed exercise. I missed eating on time. I missed being presentable all the time. I missed looking beautiful. I missed sleep. I missed going out. I missed my hobbies. I missed writing. I missed reading poems. I missed the sunrise. I missed being free. I missed everything a lot.
I forgot what it felt to be alone with your own thoughts because even when my husband took care of the baby to give me my own time, all I could think of was how to make things better for my son.
The first few months of me being a mom passed in a blur. Yet every minute seemed so long. The days are long but the years are short.
But soon as I got accustomed to being a mom and fell into a routine with a lot of love and support from my spouse, I began searching for my former self. I began with my hobbies- I read, I painted. I lost weight. I ate healthy, (well, healthier than before) I changed my entire wardrobe. I was still sleep deprived but now I was happier.
One midnight, as I pondered and rated myself as a mother, I realised I haven’t lost my identity. Instead, I had gained a new one. One where I am more patient and generous,with a new perspective and understanding of life. I see the big picture. I forgive people easily now. I began to appreciate the littlest of the little things even more- a quiet cup of tea, an uninterrupted chat with a friend, a slow meal and a full shower are all simple pleasures.
I realised that while I may be many things other than a mom, my son is, as of now, just my son-he has no other identity. He needs me and my undivided attention. Now I knew firsthand the intricate pain of parenthood, the beauty of loving a completely dependent being with all one’s strength. He’s my responsibility and it’s gonna remain that way for a long time now.
I have made new mommy friends,learnt three new skills, started reading motivational books. I now have an idea for a novel and a business. And all this is baby inclusive.
Motherhood is beautiful. It isn’t easy though. A new role. A new challenge. A new identity. And no matter what people say, it takes time. It took one and a half years for me. Could be more for you, could be less too.
Being a mother has changed me greatly. I have made choices for my future solely because I am a mother now.
And then, as I lay there, realisation hit me like a bolt of lightning. My mom had gone through all these “challenges” and much, much more for me and my four siblings as well. When she asked me to be prepared she wasn’t being someone from an older generation, she was just being an experienced, successful mom. I realised how much my mom poured herself out for us. As mothers, women become extremely selfless.
The tears, pain, sacrifices, heartache and work parents go through all their lives is unbelievable. The fact that I had only seen the infant and the toddler phase hit me hard. I still had to nurture a toddler, a preschooler, an adolescent, a young teen and a teenager. So then, I stopped rating myself (because it was too early) and instead gave a full 10 on 10 and more, to my parents and made a mental note to tell my mom I love her even more than ever.
To all the mommies out there- thank you! May we honour your sacrifices in all the ways we grow and may we always become your reason to smile!
Calvin and Hobbes is the only comic strip I have read that discussed philosophical topics in a humorous and relatable manner.
I love the story telling, the art, the wit, the subtle and sophisticated humour, the wisdom but most of all I love the characters – Calvin, the parents, Susie, Moe, Stupendous Man, Spaceman Spiff, Tracer Bullet, the teacher, the Babysitter and of course my favourite, Hobbes!
Every time I read it, I am reminded that we all have a Calvin within and we all need to let our imagination run free once every while.
I get off on ’57 Chevy’s
I get off on screaming guitar.
Like the way it gets me every time it hits me.
I’ve got a rock and roll, I’ve got a rock and roll heart.
A book and a cup of tea. Isn’t that a delectable combination? A book and a cup of tea, or coffee, or hot chocolate …On a sunny day or a sulky one, a windy day or a wintry one, a book never says goodbye.
It’s raining today and I am ensconced in that warm chair-swing in the balcony. I watch the sky celebrate, extend my hand and feel it on my palm and smile as a few raindrops caress my face.Opening my eyes, I watch the steam from the cup of tea, rising with eagerness, forming shapes, trying to reach for the sky but then slowly it gives up and accepts its fate.
Finally, as if following a sacred ritual, I turn my attention towards the book in my lap and run a hand over the cover. It wasn’t a new book. Rather, a very old one. Borrowed from the British Library.
Turning the book over in my hands I wondered how many people must have handled it. To the unseeing eye, it was only an old, tattered book, unworthy of any praise. But a lover would know its worth. I wondered how many stories it held, apart from the printed one.
How many moments it treasured?
I loved reading for all those well known reasons- for visiting unknown places, for the new eyes, new adventures, new friends, the knowledge, the wisdom. I loved the musty smell, the sound of a flipping a page, the feel of a book in your hands. I love it all!
But I love reading a borrowed book most. I love reading the tales hidden in them. Faded covers curling at the edges, browned papers. Finding a dried petal or flower in between the page reminds you of some stranger-friend. Words scribbled on the edges and careless doodling. Favorite passages marked and dog eared pages!
A stain here and a stain there, telling stories within a story. Chocolate marks, candy wrappers, names of lovers scribbled in tiny hearts drawn at the corner of a page. How many stories could a book tell? And how many could you read?
And then as my gaze wander, so do my thoughts. I look up at the clouds and start giving wings to their shapes. Then, I wonder about you.
Do you love the rain as much as I do? Do you too like saunte
ring empty roads? Does the sunset leaves you awed too, every single time? Do you love making castles in the sand? Do you enjoy talking to the birds? Do you find humor where most people don’t? Are you as crazy as I am? Do you too hate the world at times? And then learn to love it again? Do you like to eavesdrop on the wind whispering to the trees or pen speaking to the paper? Do you sit alone and relive memories? Do you get goose-flesh when you see the rainbow? Do you ever feel lonely in the crowd? Can you too sea the fire in the sea? Do you feel the evening breeze caress your hand? Does spending time with people below seven and above seventy mean anything to you? Do you look at the stars and wonder…?
Poetry? Long walks in the rain? Dancing? Calvin and Hobbes? Kishore Kumar? Clapton? Dcfc? Star wars? Beaches? F.R.I.E.N.D.S.? Duck tales? Fox’s wedding?
The rain has stopped and the scent of earth pulls me out of my thoughts. Petrichor! Sighing deeply, I look at my book and smile. It had waited patiently for my return. My companion amidst lonely crowd.
So would you still ask me why I find in it my solace?
I received this picture in the comments section below this poem.
I was sad and this little act of kindness made me smile. This is proof that small actions can bring much needed rain to dry earth.
Not a day passes by
When you don’t cross my mind
If I knew what was to happen
The day you passed away
I’d take the time to tell you
All the things I needed to say
I never got to tell you
How much you mean to me
I’d have hugged you tight
And seen your precious smile
I never got to tell you
How sorry I am
For all the wrongs of my life
For all the times I hurt you, dad
I often sit in silence
And think about you
I miss you a lot
In moments of joy
But I miss you more
When I am weak
I stay strong all day
But at night I weep
When I have no one to reach
I gaze at the sky
Then I fall asleep
There are so many things
That reminds me of you
Your memories that I hold
Are more precious than gold
They say time’s a healer
I know that is true
But it’s been 1095 days
And dad, I still miss you.
I guess it’s about time to change my age in the About section. 😛
28 things learnt by 28 :
Learn to love your life and yourself.
No matter how messed up you or your life may seem (or people say) there’s always something unique about you. Be grateful.
Chocolates, books and music can lift your mood.
In that order.
The sunrise, the sunset and the moon are three beauties that come to you everyday.
Learn to appreciate it.
Never stop learning.
One who stops learning becomes old. One who keeps learning stays young.
Improve. Mature. But never “grow up”
Make sure you never lose the inner child in you.
Smile when you wake up and forgive people before you sleep.
For your own peace of mind.
Eat, sleep, laugh and talk moderately.
But smile a lot! Smile and shine!
Give charity and gifts regularly.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s small or big.
Make time for your family. Family is very important.
Love them. Serve them. Be with them.
Make sure you spend some time with people below 7 and above 70 regularly.
They know the magic to make you feel better.
Tell your parents you love them. You may not have the chance later.
And I mean, tell them! Like, tell them on their face, “I love you pappa” or “I love you mummy” You have no idea about the regret of letting them go without letting them know.
Spend a day without your phone. Spend another without looking at the clock.
Experience the slow-mo life!
Selfishness is a virtue.
Stop crying about how bad your life is.
It isn’t. Even if it is, get up and make it better.
Spend time with people who support and believe in you.
And be that person for others.
It’s the only thing that money can buy that makes you richer.
Do yourself a favour and follow your passion.
Figure out what lights your fire and then chase the match.
When in doubt, always ask mom.
She carried you safely for nine months. Trust her.
Not everybody will like you. So stop trying to please everyone and get with it.
After all you are not the centre of the world.
Chivalry is not just for men.
Courtesy before chivalry.
Listen to your body.
It talks to you. It really does!
Think before you speak and read before you think.
So basically, read more, speak less.
Let makeup empower you.
But never be ashamed of your natural self. Believe in your beauty.
Drink more water.
Then your skin, hair, mind, body will thank you.
First impressions are worthless 50% of the time.
So try not to judge people over that.
Never cease dating your spouse.
That’s a fine way to keep the spark alive!
Dream, dare and droll.
Get a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone.
Beauty lies in the green of trees.
” I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men. Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she will give a baby. If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she will give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she will give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit! “
Quote by ,
British Novelist, Playwright and Poet
Yes it’s true… a good book can change your life.
So which one has done it for you? Do leave your replies in the comments!
Some books that have had a positive impact on my life are :
- Enid Blyton’s The Famous Five Series. (Because this was my door to the world of fiction)
- Jeffery Archer’s The Prodigal Daughter.
- Tony Robbin’s Awaken the Giant Within.
Miracles are rare
That’s what people say
But did anyone ever care
To look at the sun?
When it bursts in the sky
The morning star fades
The sun prepares to ignite
The horizon breaks
A thin orange slice
Like a newly bloomed daisy
Will burst to life
And light the way for all alike.
It rises and sets everyday
Travelling the world in a spin
Sometimes angry, smug sometimes
A little too bright or a little too dim.
Not just a ball of fire
Not just a source of light
The sun, my friends,
Supports all life
And in the evening again
It’s the masterpiece of the sky
It takes leave in style
A beauty none can deny
Miracles are rare
That’s what people say
Well, look at the sun
Didn’t it make your day?
So when the sun comes up
How will you greet it?