This might be something that has already been done before, but I just happen to view the series that I had read long ago,stories by Rabindranath Tagore. For those who are unaware of this great legend, he is one of the finest authors of India, he has written many great novels ,songs in regional language and his work has been translated to English as well for book lovers around the world.
I happen to see the book adaptation of Chokher Bali , was I stumped to see what it meant to be a widow back then ? Yes , I was . It felt so strange and wierd to relate what women during that time used to go through. If a lady’s husband died,was it really her fault ? Did she murdered him, that she had to stay away from all the festivities,she wasn’t allowed to cast her shadow on a newly wedded bride? Some obnoxious and ridiculous norms set by the society.
But there were still some ladies ,even during that era who were educated but their education was not considered a virtue during that time,it was actually a curse according to the society.
Even today when I see such series, I wonder what it would have been like to grow in that era? To be married off at the age of 16 ? Seems like a story that can never be true,but it was and the way it has been portrayed by Tagore is amazing.
Being a book worm throughout life, it has been a pleasure to be able to read Tagore’s classics ,to be able to know what it was for women back then and how far we have come in this so called patriarchal society, how now women lead men in so many places and hold leadership positions at work.How they have proven that the multi-skill ability is in them since they were born.
This isn’t a hate post against men ,but just a blog sharing what it was back then and how wonderfully has it been written by our author!
Thank you Rabindranath Tagore for giving us such pearls to treasure for life ! And learn so much from them.
Since few days , I have been thinking of my childhood times, the summer vacation days spent at my grandmother’s home, the sweet smell of mud when it used to rain and the fresh smell of new books at the start of an academic year! So in short I have been missing the old ‘me’ , who was always stress free, who used to love doing nothing most of the time 😀 and who had practically no responsibility on her head back then.
We always want to grow old, especially in school when there is so much to study and we feel we are under so much stress and pressure but we never realize that this pressure is nothing as compared to what we are going to face once we grow up and have responsibilities on our head! Now I understand why people reminisce about their childhood and hope to go back to that life again, why we say to our kids that don’t grow up so fast, but time never stops for anyone , it has never been and it will never in the future too.
So, what is the way by which I can relive that time again and not miss ‘me’? The best thing that I can do , to be back to that time is doing what I always liked , this is for everyone who is missing themselves, do what really interests you, do something that takes you back to your childhood even if it is just for some time in a day. Just do something where you are not thinking about the world or other responsibilities in your life.
People advise to meditate in order to remove stress, but if you have a tendency of a cluttered mind, mediation won’t help until you are able to de-clutter the mind and that will only happen when you do something that helps you go back to the stress free life that we all once lead!
So, I was feeling very low since few days , been missing home , family , was feeling depressed this was all happening while I was working full-time , doing home chores still! Weird and funny right? So I decided let me de-stress and bring my older self back even if it is for sometime during the day by doing something I have not done for a long time or doing something I enjoy.
So, let’s not miss ourselves so much but just do what we have not done over a long time or we really enjoy doing!!
Books and I go a long way,as a single child as I was always finding ways to distract myself and not be bored especially during holidays.So,mom used to buy me children story books back then,I used to be so fascinated by stories ,every night used to be a bed time fable or some religious stories from our land of temples India!
While growing up,I used to visit libraries around my place or in school,University I used to sit for hours and dived into the characters,sometimes imagining myself as one of them:)Books became my childhood bestie who was always by my side.On birthdays and other special events novels used to be my choice of gift.
So on this world book day I would like to say thank you mom for creating this interest in me!and a big thank you to my books that have been a saviour during lonely days,been my bestfriends throughout life and have taught me so many good virtues!
I may not get the time to read before going to bed these days,but I still take out time to read something online,though I miss the smell of a new book’s pages,my ears miss the fluttering of pages while a bookmark peeks out of one of the chapters! How much I miss them on my bed side table!!
I truly believe that every child should be given a book to develop the habit of reading this isn’t just for the vocab or school,books take you through so many eras,they make you travel with them without wings and some can even teach you what life is about,so on this world book day let’s decide to read atleast a book or two and create a much better world and a much better self!!
Changes can be of any type it can be a house change or job change even weather change has a great impact on us.I observed so many changes in the past few months that accepting them became difficult.Settling in to changes thought should come on to the platform and share it!
Change is the only constant is one such beautiful phrase that suits each ans every individual .I am experiencing a change of new house ,new location still settling in,soon will experience other changes that might be risky but to grow you have to take risk and be a part of the change or else you’ll be stuck forever on the same constant.
I got the idea to write this blog from my spouse,while just discussing some basic life philosophies, he said “if you ever feel you are in a dark place, consider yourself to be a seed,as you are there to grow in a plant and tree later”.I might not have been able to exactly quote what he said but I was blown away by the deep meaning of this quote.
To think of a seed,it takes so much turmoil and struggle through mud,water,harsh sun to be the plant or tree that we later on admir or probably even cut it down withouy even thinking how that entire process has evolved through years.
It’s so relatable to our own lives,we struggle,fall and get up only to grow and become a better person as compared to the one we were yesterday or few years ago.We are definitely in a stage of getting ploughed and being muddled in the dirt ,being picked by some random bird while still in growing phase but just like a seed which in a dark place survives and grows,we too someday grow and reach to that level or place where we always wanted to be.
The moral of this blog is quite simple,if you don’t see light it’s definitely night at your place 😛 jokes apart if you don’t see light even for a long time don’t assume it will be dark forever,as good things take some time and when they come over they just take you by surprise .The feeling is quite similar as the first rays of sun that fall on your face after a very dark and gloomy day .
So,be a seed if you are still in that phase you’ll gradually reach above the ground and probably some day ‘much’ above the ground towards the sky!
It’s the start of the festive season,back home and here too we are trying to continue that festive mood,in between work from home and other home chores!
This festive season is huge it carries forward the spirit and moves towards diwali which is like Christmas back home.
This period makes me so nostalgic, especially with such unprecedented times due to pandemic when there will be no deity statues(durga puja pandaal) in India,no major gatherings on Dusshera (when the 9 days that we fast and pray to goddess end on 10th day with Raavan’s deity being burnt)
I still remember the times when as a kid I used to visit festive grounds and ride the giant wheel,that happiness can’t be explained they are such amazing memories.I hope by next festive season things are sorted and people enjoy the festivities as they used to be.
Happy navratres and dusshera to everyone!May the evil be crushed by the angelic powers of god Ram and goddess Durga!
One thing I love about dreams is you can imagine and let your creativity go beyond imagination. Buy,there’s another fact that I love about dreams,if you dream something and work towards it then they turn into reality:)
So,dream big and work towards it,who knows maybe you’ll start living your dream soon!
My parents were visiting us from India.Things were awesome when they arrived and then the COVID-19 situation happened:/ Their flight got cancelled twice and almost at the end of 6 month period they managed to go back by evacuation flight.
Though, it was known to everyone that they had to leave but the thought of being alone after they’ll leave was daunting. This thought haunted me yesterday after they left and in the morning too .
This made me realise how nothing in life is permanent.Things come to an end because new things and memories need to be created!
So to a much happier time ahead here’s a toast to my lovelies:*