Ripples in the Ocean of Humanity

You and me, are we connected, are we small parts of a whole? I have always believed the answer to be yes. I think all us living beings are connected through the common link of life, and humans more so, through humanity. Our lives have evolved over the past few decades to be a lot more individualistic than we were possibly ever meant to be. I remember reading many years ago, in a book Shreemad Purushaarth Grantharaaj Volume 1 - Satya Pravesh by Dr. Aniruddha Joshi, where it says that every small act impacts all of mankind. Which basically means, we don't live in isolated little bubbles, like we often think, but are part of the ocean of humanity, where each little ripple affects every other molecule. And it just made sense to me. I believe every act of love and kindness, benefits all of humanity, and not just the doer, as does every negative action. This came after I had read about the common consciousness of mankind that I went through studying about the human psychology and behaviour. And it all made perfect sense to me.

However the individualistic living, lifestyle and philosophy has become so strong in human society of the past few decades, its almost frightening. We are hurtling at the speed of light towards a humanity that is as disconnected as can be, where nothing will no longer be for the collective need or good, and finally not the good of anyone, because no matter how much we try to pretend otherwise, we remain connected and each and every act of our forms a part of the collective whole. I think the Corona Virus is doing a good job of teaching us, that it is not just you and me, but us, and what we do, impacts all of us. We are all a part of something a whole lot bigger than either of us can even comprehend, and once we let that sink in, we get out of our all about me mindset and we can be bigger than what we ever imagined possible. Because when you are part of the whole, the success of the whole is your success, and the success of the whole will always be greater than that of any individual. And do you know what happens when you fail as part of the whole, it is minuscule, and you have all of the whole covering it up for you and pulling you up. Yes, together we are stronger, we are better.

It is hard, it is tough, you and me sitting cooped up in our homes, till God knows when, and yet, we are together even in our isolation, we are together in our misery, our anxiety and our worry, but we are also together in sticking by it together, we are together in fighting this invisible enemy and we are together in our sighs of relief as the numbers drop. And in that togetherness we have our strength, we do our best and we know we are never alone. If a threat can make us realise this, imagine the potential we have together in good times, to forge a beautiful world for all of mankind, for all living beings on this beautiful earth. If we always act knowing we are acting as a part of humanity, and not just you or me. If we knew we are ambassadors of humanity, imagine, just how much better our collective efforts would be to alleviate pain and hurt from all of us.

Leaving you with two awesome songs from two of my favourite nations, India and Australia in the world, that tell us, we are all part of the big whole, and we shall heal together.

Not A Passive Bystander - ME

I have so so many thoughts passing through my mind right now, hoping that I can put it all down. I am happy, elated, and have a different kind of energy flowing through me today. A regular Monday morning, that put me to task, in a way that filled my heart with happiness. More than anything, I feel like a real veera, the strong, brave daughter of my Bapu. His teachings and His love, enabled my actions today, and I hope I have made Him a little bit proud of me.

I dropped my kids to school, and hopped over to the supermarket to pick up a few bits and pieces before heading home. While there I called a friend I had not spoken to in a while, and walked out of the store while still conversing. In the parking lot, I saw an elderly gentleman sitting on the driver's seat, door open, legs hanging out, and he was injured on the leg and was dabbing his wound.Let's call him James for reference. He seemed quite ok, and I thought it might be a small wound, so walked on and unloaded my groceries, when I started walking back to the driver's seat, I saw him still hunched over, and I knew I had to go and ask if he was alright. I dropped the conversation and asked him, if he needed help, Being a typical gentleman, James did not want to be fussed over, and said, he was fine,and his wife would take him to the doctor if needed. By this time I noticed that the bleeding was quite profuse, and considering his age, I got a bit uncomfortable. I asked him, if he needed anything or we could walk over to the doctors clinic close by, but he did not want either. So I offered to get him some tissues from my car, and called the clinic anyways. I handed over the tissues to him, while still on the phone, and the receptionist had me on hold. The bleeding was not abating, so I applied pressure on it, and as another kind passer-by stopped to ask, I asked him to call the ambulance, because the clinic was taking way too long. The clinic said they could not help(very disappointing since it was barely half a minute away, in the very same complex) and advised calling the ambulance(glad we got on it, instead of waiting for them). As the emergency services took down details, James said he was 91, and that scared me a bit, because there was a lot of blood he had lost.In the mean time, seeing the bleeding not getting any better, I suggested elevating his leg, and the gentleman did it quite easily, I kept the pressure on. The guy who called the ambulance hung around as well. I held on to support the leg and keep the pressure on. The bleeding subsided but did not stop. As James and I talked, he said, his wife was home, and he was getting out of the car, and hit the door of the car and hurt himself. I also asked another passing by bloke to grab us some wipes from the store, so the dried blood could be wiped, and he obliged. After about 15 minutes of waiting, and the ambulance ending up at the wrong location, it finally arrived, just as his wife was driven in by his grand-daughter. The ambulance was glad we had elevation and compression, else the blood loss might have been immense. I handed it over to them. Got some hospital grade wipes, and started wiping my hands.I was surprised by the amount of blood I had on it. The family began thanking me, and I felt embarrassed, because it was not a favour, but just a human duty that I performed today. I said goodbye, and left. I really wanted to take his phone number, just so I could ask how he was doing in a couple of days..... but just felt like that might not be the best thing to do. The guy who had called the ambulance, had left too once they arrived, and so did I.

Last I saw, before driving out of the parking, was James, strapped onto the stretcher being wheeled into the ambulance. And that put my mind to ease, because it is best he is looked over by a medical team before heading home. The point is, through all of this, I felt a sense of immense thankfulness to God, that he provided me with the opportunity to serve a person in need. Helping people makes me really happy, from within. I can never be a passive bystander, and on the occasions that I have been, it has kept me awake at night for days, and I still remember each instance of it.  A few months ago, when I was in a car accident with my husband(no one was hurt, the car was damaged badly though), we were hit by a car fleeing a crime scene, the people were just so kind. One lady just would not let me take a bus or cab home, and drove me all the way to home. And while I can never personally repay her, I can always pay it forward. While the situation itself was grim, and I hope James will recover soon, I still felt a sense of calm joy in being able to be there to support another person. I amazed myself with being calm under pressure, and allowing my first aid training to kick in, and utilising it to help. But what I hope was an added side benefit to the situation, was creating a small good impression about Indians. Because James, did ask me where I am from, and I said India.

 
I have a smile on my face, one of gratitude that Bapu gave me an opportunity to help,which I did not miss,and I could conveniently stay on to help. If we can be one thing in this world, we should be KIND. I truly believe that, and it is a value, that I am keen to embed into my children. If my story touched you even in the slightest, the next time, please don't be a silent bystander.
  

मेरे बापू बस एक तू

मेरे बापू बस एक तू

बापू तू मेरा है, सिर्फ मेरा ही,
तूने मेरी हर इच्छा की है पूरी,
मुझसे कभी न रखी एक पल के लिए भी दूरी ,
पर मैं क्यों नहीं सुन पाती हमेशा तेरे प्रेम की धुनि?

मेरी मांगने की आदत न कभी हुई है कम,
ना ही देने में तू कभी भी हुआ है अक्षम,
बिन मांगे भी बरसाए तूने उपहार हर कदम,
पर मैं ना समझी तुझसे जो है नाता हरदम।

पर बापू अगर मैं तेरी, और तू मेरा है,
तो मुझे भी बना तेरे जैसे एक निडर शेरा,
दे मुझे भी तुझ  जैसे अकारण कारुण्य का वरदान,
बनने दे मुझे भी तेरे जैसे प्रेमलता की खान।

इस विश्व का सम्पूर्ण विष तू पी रहा है,
बिना रुके अपने बच्चों को सुरक्षा दे रहा है ,
ना  थकता है तू, ना ही रुकता है कभी ,
अनिरुद्ध गति से कार्यरत है हर घड़ी।

पर तू , ऐसी विषम स्थिति में भी,
नहीं भूलता है हमें कभी भी,
घोर युद्ध में लिप्त होते हुए भी,
मिलने आ जाता है तू भक्त की ज़रुरत पर, कभी भी।

जब आयी है सम्पूर्ण मानवता पर संकट,
तू अकेला ही लड़ रहा है, स्थिति है विकट,
बना ले मुझे भी मुझे भी अपने विशाल कार्य का एक छोटा अंग,
बनने दे मुझे भी तेरा एक वानर सैनिक, रख ले अपने संग |

तेरा कार्य इतना विपुल, गंभीर है इतना,
ना ग्रहण कर पाएगी मेरी छोटी सी चेतना,
अभी भी ना हुई है कम,मेरा तुझसे मांग करना,
और तुझ भोले भंडारी का असंभव है देना थामना |

तू कितना है प्रेममय, कितना है कृपालू,
तेरे करुणा की सीमा मैं कभी भी ना जानू,
पर जब तू इतने विषम युद्ध में बिना विश्रांति के जुड़ा है,
ओ  मेरे बापू, मेरा यह नन्हा सा जीवन भी तेरे लिए समर्पित है |

तूने  बनाया है मुझे अपनी सक्षम एक वीरा,
बोझ नहीं तेरे गर्व के लायक बनू मैं वीरा,
यही है मेरे अंतर्मन की गहरी इच्छा,
बन जाऊं मैं भी एक वानरसैनिक सच्चा।

कामनाएं नहीं, सिर्फ प्रेम हो तेरे लिए मन में,
कष्ट ना पहुंचाऊं कभी, तुझे इस जीवन में,
तेरे नाम और तेरे प्यार से ही संतुष्ट रहूँ,
जीवन भर तेरे मार्ग पर चलने में ही व्यस्त रहूँ |

ना मेरे व्यवहार से, कभी हो व्यथा तुझे,
तेरे ही प्रेम  की हर पल हो आस मुझे,
कभी ना भटक जाऊँ मोह माया में,
सदा निमग्न रहूँ सिर्फ अम्बज्ञता में।  

I love You my Dad Forever,

And Your Love is there for me, Always & Forever.

The Art Of Self Sacrifice

We live in a very materialistic world today. No matter how much we have, it is never enough, and often 'things' are the only thing that bring us joy. The joy of knowing that I 'have' more often exceeds the joy of I 'love' more. I am no stranger to the joys of shopping and material posessions. And I wonder if ever I will be able to be bereft of the desire to possess 'things', especially ones which are made of gorgeous handmade fabrics and jewellery. After all I am a woman, and I do have my indulgences.

However, what I am thinking about today, is the ability to sacrifice, to bear pain for the happiness of others, or even just to control our own desires. It is but a well known fact, that greed is never satisfied, no matter how much we earn and collect, greed just raises the bar further. And that dissatisfaction, keeps us forever in a state of unhappiness. This takes me back to a very different philosophy of life. One that I have often observed growing up, and I know people who strongly persist in it even today. The practice of giving up, a practice that fills us with joy and immense happiness. In a world filled with 'me me me' how often do we give up, let go, just for someone else? It can be the smallest of things, like having a cup of coffee to provide company to a friend, even though you may absolutely hate coffee. Or attending a party with someone who is too scared to go all by themselves, even though you'd rather stay home and 'Netflix and chill'. How often do we do it, if at all? And when we do, how does it make us feel? Do you feel all warm and fuzzy about yourself.

The joy of doing something for someone else, even when it is not serving our own purpose is what I call sacrifice. When I was young, I have repeatedly heard that, 'True love is nothing but sacrifice.'  And I have to but agree. What is love, if you cannot put their needs, wants and desires ahead of your own? And I do mean all kinds of love, not only the sexual kind. You know that rush of happiness, when we let an old lady ahead of us in a queue, or give up our seat in a public place for a pregnant lady, that is the kind of joy our world is forgetting with each passing minute. We are being taught to only think and live for ourselves, not be a part of anything bigger like a couple, a family, a community or even humanity. At every moment we are encouraged to put only our own selfish wants and needs ahead. And that to me, a very sad humanity makes.

Our true happiness lies in giving, not receiving. A secret to happiness we are quickly forgetting, and are being encouraged to completely forget. When we give up something for someone, its not a loss, but a gain and a big one. I have an example to share, one that I have often thought about, and  wondered. There are often conversations about women being able to wear what they want to without a care. And I agree that not only women, but people should have the free will to conduct themselves as they like. But then I think about the fact that I am also still a mother, part of a family, a community, and I wonder if I gave into the expectation of others, by sacrificing my own desire, would it be such a bad thing? I think not, if I approached it with the right attitude. To know that I am doing my bit to be a part of the larger group, instead of thinking of it as oppression, I would feel like I am making a contribution. This ofcourse is a very simple example and would not apply to harmful or truly oppressive practices.

In India the culture of sacrifice has been strong and deep rooted for centuries. From the sages and ascetics, who sacrificed the comforts of family life to attain spiritual enlightenment, to the communities that sacrifice the eating of certain foods or wearing of certain colours to preserve their values. There are wealthy families who donate all their wealth and become monks, young men and women who shed their worldly possessions and become ascetics, people who take a vow of silence for a day on a regular basis and many more such practices. I find these people inspiring, and ones who truly understand the meaning of happiness. Imagine giving away your food, to a poor homeless person when you are truly hungry, just imagine the spiritual joy in it. That is the kind of pure joy mankind is sadly missing out on experiencing. A joy that brings good karma, less material longing, and creates a path for further spiritual growth.  It is in the giving of things that we receive the blessing of pure joy. It is that culture that will lead to growth of mankind in all ways. Give in to the wants of others, even at the cost of yourself at times, to allow the joys of sacrifice to build in your life.

Give your chocolate to your friend, let your parents decide something for you, give your neighbour the amazing piece of BlackForest from last night's party, donate the money you saved up for your new TV to charity, maybe even join mother-in-law for a cup of tea or a satsang when you would rather sleep-in in your pyjamas. It is these moments, these deeds and these blessings that will truly help you find happiness in life, one that a cupboard full of fancy clothes and designer jewellery never will. The happiness that feeds our soul, and makes us want less and need even lesser.

Tall Tree Tales

I hail from a nation where nature is revered and worshiped, where tall old trees are prayed to. Trees have powers to heal, to bestow boons, to cure, to resuscitate the dying and more. I have from childhood loved the greens in nature, maybe that was also because of the very little of it I saw growing up in a busy, dusty metro city, which had huge buildings and houses with tiny little patches of gardens. I loved looking out of the window of a train traveling inter-state, to soak in the greens of jungles, rolling hills or just farmlands. Recently the family and I headed out to a small hill station about an hour and a half away from home for an extended weekend away, which was much needed, especially by me. The place is called Maleny, and we stayed in a lovely little cottage with a fireplace, a fire pit in the yard and a duck pond right behind us. Nature is its own form of therapy, and I think I received it aplenty over the past few days. However, I digress.

There are a lot of beautiful walks and hiking trails around this area, and a lot of beautiful huge trees really caught my attention this time. (The one tree I wish I could spot though, would be a huge Banyan with it hanging roots. That tree spells character to me like no other. Breathing out oxygen at night, creating enormous shade with its huge canopy, the beautifully shaped leaves and the hanging roots.) I just wanted to look at and admire them. Their presence whether in isolation or in a thick rain forest environment, evoked a feeling of awe in me. A part of me wanted to touch it, and connect with it in a deeper way. These trees are obviously very old, I am no botanist, but maybe a hundred years or so would be my guess based on their size (I might be absolutely wrong, so please do not quote me on this). I wondered what they have witnessed and experienced in their many many years of existence. What tales would they share with us if they could? Or maybe they do it in their own way, we only need to open our souls up to receive them. I really wish I had more time, to just sit in the shade of one of them and just breathe in all it had to give. The massive size and yet the stoic stance entranced me. I was amazed I have never before been an enamored by trees as I was these past few days, maybe I will look at them with renewed interest and a deeper love in the future. Do you think you might look at tall old trees, and seek out some wisdom from them?

I am leaving you here with photos of some of the amazing trees I saw.

Within a Rain forest and no matter how far up you look, all you see is the tree.

My five feet four inches tall son stands next to the tree, to show you, just how huge it is.

The huge canopy. Imagine the amount of shade on a hot sunny day.

People, to show how enormous the tree is.

 

Eaten by termites from within. Showing how everything in nature that has life shall one day lose its physical form.

I Am

I am, as are you,
But now I know my value
I think, I feel, I understand,
A little bit deeper than most others can,
Do I see it as my very special gift?
Or a cross that I often struggle to lift?

It can be that which weighs me down,
Makes it harder for me to wipe away that frown,
And yet, once I understand and accept it,
As being me, I can very well name it.

No, its not easy to feel and empathise naturally,
Its not easy to see what's not always said quite openly,
Its not always easy to care and want to be there,
When people are mostly insanely unaware.

It has taken me a long long time to discover,
That my very kryptonite can actually be my superpower,
But I need to use it with care and caution,
Because it does not come with an on and off button.

It has been hard long years, till I understood it.
Embraced it as my own and actually loved it.
When all the confusing pieces seem to finally fall in place,
And I felt myself glow in its embrace.

Now I know what I want and need,
And often what I need to pull away like a weed.
I know what I am not, and never wish to be,
So pretending to fit in, is no longer me.

I love, I like and truly care,
For people I meet here and there,
I want meaning in my human interactions,
And hence a drudgery for me is meaningless conversations.

I feel the life in me slowly ebb away,
When diplomacy or pretence come into play,
I am not good at those things I tell you,
I am just not built for that scenario.

I am honest, what you see is what you get,
Over formal pretences I never ever fret.
I can see through lies and find them draining,
I want to know the real you, that is what is truly interesting.

I now know, that the world is not like me,
But I do know too, that there are some more oddballs like me,
We feel, we hear, we think, we love truly and deeply,
And we often see that which is hidden or mentioned subtly.

It fills me with joy to make a true connection,
To know someone well and share undisguised emotion ,
And blessed am I that I have such beautiful people,
In my life, to keep it fulfilled and simple.

I have to share,
Genuine concern and care,
The superficial is just not what I can give,
And neither can in it, I thrive or live.

Facebook, Data Privacy and You

Unless you are living under a rock, or better still, are allergic to social media, you would have atleast heard about the Cambridge Analytica-Facebook Data Scandal. As most of you like me do have a Facebook account, and while we try to play it cool, we can't help wondering how all of this affects us. I want to share my two bits about it, and also a few things you and I can do to stay safe.

First off, get over the myth, that any of your data on the Internet is private. Once you have put it online, or even shared it with 1 single person online, know that you have lost control over that data(image or otherwise). No one in the world is concerned about maintaining your privacy, no matter what they say. So you, and you alone have to set boundaries, and know how much you are happy to share. My issue with Facebook was never over data theft, but it was always about their biased censorship, and a clear focus and aim to present a biased picture to its users. I am more than glad they have been caught out on that. Watch below.




However as I watched other videos, I realised Facebook is in a precarious state right now, and unable to say that a lot of the data thefts are the fault of the users themselves, who have very carelessly allowed access to their data to third parties without a second thought! But while Facebook is being beaten up about stalking and giving out user data, so much so, that it all feels like a set up to me  at some point. The fact remains that the biggest thief of data and the greatest stalker of all is Google, and each and every app, software, OS and product that it owns.  And we pretty much cannot get rid of Google, and there isn't a stalker as high tech as it. Coming back to Facebook though, I must say from personal experience, that a lot of what Mark Zuckerberg claimed in his testimony is false. A few that I have personally experienced are as follows -
1. Deleted profiles, don't really get deleted, and can be brought back to life as if you never left the site.
2. Hate speech is not always deleted, the judgment is very biased, and always supportive of a particular brand of thinking.
3. Their aim is not to protect the client data, but to share it as much as possible, as evidenced from their default settings which is Public.

Facebook, though as Mr. Zuckerberg says, has provided us controls to keep our data private, atleast from other users. (But the Facebook employees still have complete open access to everything we put on there. Never forget that!) I am quite a private person, not secretive, just private, so I have always been iffy about oversharing on Facebook. And I am glad that I have been so. So here are a few things that I do, to keep myself relatively safe, and you can do the same, if you are concerned.

• You can take your profile off a Google search, so that it does not show up when someone googles you. Infact you can set up who can contact you even on Facebook itself, often that automatically makes life easier.
• You can  control who can see your posts. I am often left with an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, when I find a friend suggestion for someone, go onto check the profile, and see that nearly each and every post on the profile is public, meaning even without being on their friend list, I can see all their posts. At the bare minimum, set the privacy of your posts to 'Friends', and you can do that for most of your profile information as well. Further to this, you can even create lists within your friends, and that might help share specific posts with the group of friends its most relevant to. For example, when you post about the great weather or terrible traffic in your city, you can share it with friends who live in the same city, and not with those who live on a different continent altogether.
• Turn off facial recognition for your photos, this means your(or your kids') face will not have a digital footprint.
• I cannot stress this enough, and I have spoken about it a mile a minute often, keep personal photos, pictures of your children and the like off  Facebook. Trust me, you have no idea who is looking at them, and just how much more a person with an ulterior motive and average hacking skills will find out. Better Safe Than Sorry.
• When you add an app on Facebook, it often opens up with a declaration of the data from your profile that it will access, and you have to physically press a button to say 'Yes' to get on the app. Once you have given it permission, there is VERY LITTLE you can do, to stop the app from looking into everything you have ever shared on your profile. So please do not add app after app for a little fun of answering silly questions, while it steals all your personal information and data. There are no free lunches in the world, and no one is creating apps for people to enjoy while they get nothing in return.

 Just be sensible, be careful. If you are not keen for the world to know something about you, I suggest you don't put it up on social media. If you do, then know the ins and outs, make your settings as private as you possibly can. I have admitted to myself, I cannot go without Facebok, but I do try my best to keep my privacy settings as tight as Facebook would allow, and always think twice before posting, especially photos.