Open your heart, not your wallet.


Can you recall the time when you had to face the thing that scared you the most?

I was standing by the main road, near my place when I saw a school girl happily walking by….as she was, a stray dog was approaching her and she responded with fear and instinctively moved aside.

 That got me thinking of the time I had a similar experience, Here’s my story
: I live in a neighborhood, which has a beautiful Hill nearby, surrounded by  by a mini forest around it. To complete the scenery there is a stream nearby as well, mostly sewage and garbage but nevertheless a stream. And my home is right at the edge, where the mini forest ends and the civilization begins. So there are birds of all kinds, for ex: nighthingales, parrots, pigeons, eagles others I don’t even know the names of.  Various insects and  butterflies as well. The pattern on some of the butterflies is so wonderful, that you can drool at it for minutes on end ….All this natural diversity is both wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time..
è So one day, I wake up and as usual get ready and come out of  the door to head to the gym. Now right outside the main door, there is a shoe stand….one of those old metal shoe stands. As I bent down half asleep to get my shoe, I saw a baby cobra hiding at the back of the stand. Now my first reaction was that of terror, of biblical proportions. When I say biblical, I mean a cacophony of Temple bells started off in my mind, women were doing the nagin dance, a village was on fire! Then I decided to consciously name and rejected my fear and observed the snake. The baby was petrified more than me, coz it had curled the end of its tail to the corner of the stand in a firm grip. And its head was oscillating from side to side, probably due to stress.
 Then I remembered one of the episodes from a Discovery channel show…where they cover the crocodile’s eyes, immediately after capturing it….to reduce the stress. So I got a big shoe box, opened the lid and placed the box vertically at one corner of the stand. Essentially closing one escape route.The box had depth and that corner now appeared dark just like the burrow the baby lives in. then I started tapping with a stick from the other end and as I did the snake started moving toward the box…..once it went inside the box, I carefully lowered it and closed the lid. Then my brother handed it off to a snake rescue guy he knew.
 So my conscious shift in mindset from that of fear to that of love and understanding….not only saved the animal but also helped me feel a kinship, a connection with the animal. Something I did not know I was capable of feeling, with an animal I was so scared of.

As a plan of action next time we see a dog, a transvestite, or a beggar approach ….Lets try to reject our fear and respond with an open heart instead of  an open wallet alone.

aurora borealis

"I still remember...
the first day we met..."

He was nervous, as usual, but excited too. Recollecting how his other first dates had turned out, through the popular dating apps. Meet...trying to impress each other, with fancy witty banter, mostly lies though. Then we depart and the process repeats with other potential soul mates...lol.

As he was in a reverie of sort. She arrived. A brief smile as they walked into the nearby restaurant. With a leather jacket on, she walked like warrior out on a stroll. Consumed by an Iron will to succeed, no doubt. yet had the compassion to be in the present, the here and now.

Thinking probably of her day, her students. If she had made the right choice by giving up a cozy corporate slave job to start her own Company and all the related anxieties. In all this maze, trying to accommodate society's pressure to be with someone. **Its hard though, because after a certain age, whenever you login to Facebook, you are flooded with pics and updates of friends getting hitched or "look i have had a baby pic" "baby got up from the bed look" BAM "baby realizes whatever it does is cute and will attract attention moment" WHAM "baby learning drama by aping mindless TV shows or the parents moment" THANK YOU MAM**

God its annoying.

Anyway They sat and indulged in "real" conversation that night. It was like they had known each other for a while, Even though they had only met. Conversations continued after they got out of the diner, by the roadside as the moon decided to pay Bright attention hither. There was a warmth sitting beside her and watching her talk and laugh and put on a thinking hat abruptly. A warmth he had not known, in all his life.

Like if you had been lost in a snow forest, wandering about in the piercing cold, that can freeze your heart's ability to "feel" at all.After years of fighting the cold and the dark, you come across a well built house. Received by the guests with an open heart and sit beside a fireplace and drink hot soup and feast on warm food throughout the night.While they introduce you to their family members and they all share their childhood memories and family stories till you are engulfed in a Cocoon of their warmth.
One of those rare moments, where everything just clicked and you wish the world around just froze for a while. In these times of instant gratification and rat races, its a long shot to hope to talk to another human being in complete sentences without being interrupted by the awful smartphones at least 900 times. They had a special bond that night.However love in the times of Globalization and Broadband is a mirage, on the rare occasion where the universe conspires, the magic or the bubble only lasts a meeting or two. Then its back to work, coz the loneliness inside is too brutal to dwell for too long but the intimacy is far more scary. The paradox of our times.

Nevertheless he thanks the Universe and its Random Chance, to have made this memory he can cherish a lifetime. A warm, happy memory engraved in his mind,

As warm as it was, "i have to leave you now. For i am a Bear by nature, i belong in the Cold Frost outside".

A Story

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A Story


Ongoing phone conversation

"No bro, I am not happy with the management here. They promised me that i would get #130 an hour and now they're giving me #100. That word "Recession" and "Global Economic Slowdown" is becoming the business equivalent of the annoying Religious folks' "JESUS CHRIST!" and "God Bless the queen" here. Thats another thing, these folks have a palace where the anointed King and Queen still legally exist, like in the dark ages, but function more like a reality show fit for the current generation. Except they own massive amounts of land and spend public money for their special life events.The irony of a "Rational, Progressive" nation!

Between how is mother?"

To which his brothers response has always been an instinctive "She is doing good" followed by an awkward minute of silence, onward to another topic. A regular ritual whenever he speaks to his brother.
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Today though, he started realizing that mothers of our time were willing slaves, a creature of sacrifice - he rarely could recall a single instance where his mother had a desire of her own. She never wanted anything for herself.
All these thoughts morph into a stream of thoughts, mostly of the past and he starts recalling why he moved out of India in the first place. You see being an Indian in IT industry, getting a job abroad is "living the dream".


Also he loved travelling and experiencing different cultures. This phrase, by the way, has been hijacked by almost all IT folk these days, esp on dating websites. So you talk to them about travelling and their so called love for it, you realize they travel only with friends or family, when they do the "group" thing. All decisions and experiences are had by this organism as a whole and not as an individual looking to challenge his fears or the quest to quench the thirst for knowing the unknown.In the process, getting to know themselves and the world a little better.


But the primary motive for him to leave india and taking up the job abroad was so that he can get away from his family. His father was a raging alcoholic all through his childhood. He never got over that trauma completely. Coming home was like an inmate who had been let out to see the world for a while, then the long walk back to the damned solitary confinement. Once in, he used to constantly get these flashbacks or the urge to go a violent spree. Also, he couldnt bare to see his mother being a glorified maid anymore. After his repeated attempts to get her to learn a job skill, like tailoring or Social work, failed to motivate her - he gave up, thinking if thats what she wants to be - if she is happy in that role, there's no point forcing her out of it.

Suddenly a memory springs into his mind, of his mother's smiling face. He was smoking in a nearby bakery, while his mother came to buy vegetables. Upon noticing him, she had smiled - a smile so complete, rid of inhibitions - straight from the heart. A smile only mothers are capable of.
Then he remembers, how she had been through an episode of drunken domestic abuse the previous night and still managed to smile the day after. An inspiration!

So he gets this sudden urge to see his mother, a Soldier. So he decides he will surprise her and his brother. Books a ticket and after a few days is on a plane back home.

On the plane, he starts thinking what if she hates me now? Then he rationalizes, "ive been sending enough money back home - all the material luxuries have been met." Then a thought cuts through his mind, like a slap on the face. She was not the kind to be happy with material things, "how can i even justify myself like this. Shame on you!"Then he acknowledges his mistake, "yes i should have called her regularly atleast".For he knew all it took to make his mothers day was to listen to her Son's Voice.

He makes it to Bangalore and notices, the city has undergone a plethora of changes.
From being a Pensioners paradise, it has now become a Senior Citizens' nightmare.
"welcome to Garden City" should be changed to "Under Construction and Over Production".
So with the traffic and the restlessness, honks and loud FM music, he reaches home after what seems like a whole business day.
He knocks on the door of what used to be his home, he is overwhelmed with emotions- excitement and nervousness. His senses were amplified like the sound coming out of a night club speakers.
His brother opens the door and is happy and shocked at the same time.

He immediately rushes to see his mother, who seems to be peacefully asleep. He sits beside her, trying to keep the contrasting emotions at bay, as calmly as possible. Then he whispers "Mother" in her ears "i am back"
To which his mother opens her eyes, the eyes seem distant but far off he can see hope - something strong keeping her Alive.

And she replies, "My Son, he will be back" He is a Good boy" "My son he will be back"
As he hears this ..tears come rolling down his eyes. His mother has Alzheimers.