Monday, February 16, 2015

Funny how people change!

“It is funny how people change. It is even a worse feeling when you see your emotions changing towards someone you thought life could not be complete with. Here I am, facing these two emotions at the same time and being hurt and badly at that. I have also moved on and drained my system partially of that being, but it is killing. My mind and heart, both tell me there is no going back to that muck. The circumstances that show up and engulf me each day force me to make this decision over and over again – only to make me bitterer about the person who hurt me. I could have lived with the world calling me names, had that one person stood by me. That one person, who broke me so badly, that it does not pain anymore. I am numb, with all the soreness. I am blank, with all the emotional drama both on the inside and out. I am done with you – that one person and I hope you know that. Because, when I am done. I am done. “

She wrote this waking up one rainy morning. After a night that washed her face off tears similar to the symbolic earth outside being washed off its soil by the morning rain. Soil. Yes, that’s what we all are made of. Her’s was more brittle, this day, as she sat sipping on a cup of hot chocolate and looking outside. It all seemed so still, right after the washout. Not a movement, only to be occasionally broken by a passing vehicle.

As she sat looking outside her window, thinking aimless thoughts, she wrote her heart out, in almost the same way she always had. And, more so, after a heartbreak. It broke her, but there was no pain anymore. It tore her into innumerous pieces from within, yet there were no scar on the outside. She held a beautiful smile, beneath the turmoil of torture.

She had not been the same person, for she was making her life accustomed to the needs of her lover. She would do things he liked. She would do her little things, in her head mostly, and when he was not around. She would succeed at completing her errands and the household work before he reached home back from office, just so she was free to give all her love, time and energy to him. She would forget about her pain in the shoulders, and sit for hours together to complete work quickly, so she could tidy up the house and get the kitchen clean, before he gets home – only to have time with him. Her work was as strenuous as that of any other corporate worker. He said that he understood, but she felt differently.

She forgo every time what she was craving to eat for hours and days, just because he mentioned he wants to eat a different pie. She would sit beside him as he glared on the television for hours without not talking. She would sit beside him as he spoke to his near and dear ones, craving for the same attention she saw him giving others. She would mug up the courage to let him know every now and then, that she wants to do one thing over the other, only to face a lukey yes or a complete dismissal of her feelings. She waited for the phone to ring with the tune of her favorite song, only to listen to his voice. He called, more as a formal obligation, because in previous conversational fights the “who-will-call-once-a-day” decision was made and he would call to avoid breaking that unsaid pact.

This girl was the wife. Like any other in the year of 2015. Having lived in this marriage for over two years, she was lost and struggled to be found, wondering what she was doing was wrong. She would give her time thinking of all the possible things she did not do correctly, of how she had heard and seen women adjust to their new homes, of how every girl was capable of creating her own home. She like the others she saw, wanted to ace at it. She did things in her mind and power to keep the peace of her house. She knew finances were important, and so spent wisely on only the household items that were required in common. She died in guilt, if she liked a dress at the mall, dreamed of it and forgot about it, for the sake of saving those pennies and deploying that amount to the common good of her companion and her.

She ate less. Not because of the sheer reason that her appetite was less. But, because, she did not want to be called a gluten. She managed her work and time around the time of the help that would come to the house to clean and mop it. She knew exercise was important. She let that go, for a few extra minutes of sleep. Sleeping was the only time when she would feel safe. He always had a problem with her sleeping in bed and would say this to her more often than required. She quietly listened and pretended to be in sleep sometimes, replied back at other times and try and reason it out with him on some occasions, but she knew none of the options she exercised had an acceptance with him. He said he did not like it and that was it.

He did not speak to her. Not anymore. He used to talk tons to her, sweet stuff in their courtship period and just maybe a couple of months post the wedding. Things were not the same though. From day one, she felt watched and judged with every breath she took. The real she, felt thrown in front of an audience that did not appreciate her worth. She faced jealousy, criticism, subordination and dictates. Also, fear, hurt, stares and words that would cut through her like a sword. She yielded, every time thinking it was she who had to go through it – like every girl would, who is married to an arranged setup.

She spoke to him sometimes, telling his love how she felt, only to face a fake acceptance followed by rendering her a cold shoulder and changed rigid behavior. She decided not once, but multiple times, she would not communicate how she feels and will try and sort out her feeling within herself, without disturbing him or any other soul. She succeeded at this resolve of her on multiple occasions, only to have the same scars infected with more bitterness multiple times. She would voice her thoughts sometimes to her love and let out her anger. Anger – that was more a picture of her fear and frustration. She felt choked. The only person, she thought is her world and had submitted her complete self to him, did not care. It would kill her. But, she lived with it.

They would go out for dinners though. Lots of time. Mostly, with friends. She had a feeling he did not want to be alone with her. He would run away from the thought of going out alone with her, unless it was for grocery or shopping or some work that they could speak about while driving both ways. She told him – “lets talk” and he would say – “I am listening – you say what you want to”. This gave her a feeling that it was only her who felt the urge to communicate and share emotions. He did not.

With family around, he would not acknowledge her presence, never look at her in the eye, not face her when she would be criticized and judged wrongly. He would never realize or consider that during their time with the family, if it was his holiday time, so it was hers too. He would say – “Its my holiday, so I would laze around and relax”. Well, it was holiday for her too – and she was up early that usual, bathed and ready each day like a new bride, standing in the kitchen helping the elders with their errands. He did not speak to her at all, while around family. Her opinion was belittled and so she chose only to listen. He was not fine with this approach as well and demeaned her every time in front of the family and let the family do the same to her too. She sat there feeling small and yet she smiled.

Her hobbies, she had shed a couple and craved to pick up some new ones. She was constantly in the need of some nod of agreement from him, before she could pursue her choices. She spoke about these to him. He spoke about planning about them, testing them out and the finances involved. Hobbies die when subjected to conditions. This he did not understand. This she knew.

Bout her own personal preferences, he cared little. Each time he would ask – “what do you want to do”, she would reply with a mean “anything, that you like”. The hated this reply, that came so naturally to her. She loved him and it was only her second nature to do the things he loved. This however ticked him off, and she repented on her affable utterance for days altogether.

There was a battle she was fighting internally each day. She would talk about some of her fears to a couple of her close friends. Friends, who never gave her a word of wrong. Some cautioned her on the downfall her heart was facing and urged her to break the chains. She never had the courage. Simply because, she wanted to be wound in those chains. She wanted to be an equal part of her new family. It was a different case that she was not understood, or taken wrongly and adjudged in suspicion. She craved to be loved.

This girl – the protagonist, is a wonderful happy person through her core. If you met her, you would say she is as warm as the sun at 10 on a summer day. Her shine however was asked to be hidden. She was told to not be one thing and be another. She would feel weird about this feeling. She had never been fake. Diplomacy was never her thing. She would rather die than be diplomatic.

If you are reading this – I want you to ask yourself – are you this girl?

Don’t be. If you relate to this article – please know you are doing something wrong. Gravely.

 Know that you have the right to be yourself no matter whom you love and give all your love and life to.

Please do this for your own self. You and you alone need to do this for yourself. Nobody, even the one you love will stand up for you. If he does – consider yourself lucky and blessed.

I pray that love fills your heart just like it fills hers.

With the good to be with you always.

- Simar
8:51 AM
16 February, 2015

 

Thursday, July 17, 2014


Girl in the City

Simple, commonly used, yet I love it. The title of my post. This is what I am, right now. A girl in a city. New city. The city that never sleeps and houses dreams and aspirations of a million. Mumbai. That is where my new abode is. And you bet – I am loving it. Lots of people said lots of things – you will not like it, it is a tough city, it rains like Cherapunji, you’ll have to travel in abundance, you’ll be on road practically all day, cost of living will be exorbitant, smaller houses like pigeon holes, water everywhere, no time for anything. Well. I’ll like the negativities to stop right there. The positive is that I am loving it. I’d like to believe it that way.

Monsoons – I enjoy the rains as much as the trees here do. They go so lush and full of life and color when it pours. The wind is like you are accelerating at 60 miles per hour. I am on the 16th floor, and what a view my eyes behold. I wish I could send you a snap of what my eyes look at right now! But for now – picture this – A good for two, full of greens balcony on the 16th floor of a 32 floored building; the inside view of a society that offers nothing but a beautiful shades of green landscape occasionally broken by a dash of orange and red; far far in the stretch of the eye – hills – that fade away when it rains; a lake spread out and weaving into paddy fields; the hustle bustle of the roads shaded and graciously concealed by the mingle of south Indian trees; the swift crisscross but not so noisy sight of the locals that take lacks of people to their destination each day two way; wind that makes you feel as fresh as dew; a cup of chai and kanda pakore…and…the best part my friend – the rain. Total bliss.

If I weren’t be working for a consulting company and would not be happy with my job, I would have rather sat here for a long long time – only if it promised to rain.

What I am also in a new love with – lately, is my newly set home. While most of the spread is the same as my last setup, I have gone ahead and added some new colors, flowery designs, hues and contrasts. It is breathe taking – as humble as I want to be, I love what I have created. My Mum will share the credit for this with me – I give people their due and more – always. People close to me know that, even if they don’t say it. I like it that way – knowing something and not saying – sometimes.

It feels great to be in this new phase of life – in this new city. Time now for my morning walk and the usual business. However, I promise to continue this – to write to my hearts craving content, to make every thought that touches my existence word, to listen to that tiny voice in my soul that I often belittle and shoo away, to feel the wind in my hair and to do what I have long suppressed.

Until then, I want you to try something new today – live that one second of your life that thought that’ll make you happy for the rest of the day.

Signing off,
Simar
9:44 AM, 17th July, 2014
Mumbai

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Jugni


Je gal sun jaa', taa' main Jugni
Je sang tur' jaa', taa' main Jugni
Paa le kapde peega' de
Maa nu na labne put hun singha de'
Sun ke boli chaar
Leh' gayi saare vichaar, ve' Jugni
Kidhe ful gulaab
Challo chaliye assan' Punjab
Make di roti, te churi da pyaar
Dadi diyaan aseesaan' ch ghul gayi, ve' Jugni
Beete jag, par nayi badli, main Jugni
Meeth bol'na, te haasa ohi, ve Jugni
Dilla' ch vasdi, te naale mardi, mai Jugni
Tenu labhi' ta' teri, nai taa' main apni Jugni...

-Simar
4:55 PM
16th March, 2012

My first piece in Punjabi, in my entire writing life! What a revelation!
:D

Pic (c) Simar@Cochin2011

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Deloitte Calling...

In Anticipation
This is a post going to be written in two parts. So like most movies, this one will have a sequel to it. These two posts, in sequential order are going to be the before ‘n after recaps of two phases of my life. I usually don’t like to be trapped in stereotypes but the idea of phases is giving me enough interest to pen down this post. The first one, which is this, pertains to the listing of emotions, incidences, people and notions I deal with now before I join my first ever employer-Deloitte U.S. The one that’ll follow this would be the episode of how life is at work.
That’s a lot of build-up before the main body, and therefore I begin.


Life as I know it has always been a mixture of mixtures. When there has been pain, it always knew a remedy. When there was joy, it always knew whom to share it wid. When there was nothing, it created something. Life has shown its shades and it has not changed. It’s kept me a peaceful, happy, spirited soul in almost all realities of living. Wiser I have become with every note. The learner that I’ am I’ve learnt certain things and have keyed them in my system.



My folks have always been the guide any astray requires. Not that I’ve been astray. Just they have been a guide. My friends, the real ones have always found a way to me even when I pretended to look the other way. I in turn have kept them closely in my thoughts and prayers, not mentioning my inability to articulate my love to them. My teachers, at school and post-graduation have been encouraging souls. There were some in school which did the opposite, and I so thank them now for being such devils. I learnt my tough lessons in life because at some point I thought I was completely useless. They made me experience the difference, the lift from being the nominal, to the good to the adorable. I mention my teachers because whether we acknowledge or not teachers have a part to play and in the same breath I skip the reference of my graduation teachers because they were just designations.



It’s Lailla this summer, who’s hit the city I’ll be in, in a weeks time. Like all mad storms its playing havoc at the coasts, while the interior of cities enjoying the relief from the globally warmed up super destructive rays. My journey from my birthplace and hometown-Chandigarh, to my post graduation place-Pune, to the place of my first job-Hyderabad has been a treasure. A gold pot of people, memories, learning and experiences which make the insides of me. Now as I look forward to a relatively new experience at work I wish all good forces be with me and I make my way shine through.



I’d like to mention at this juncture my wish to stay independent and get the feel of managing a household and a job all in a days time, every single day, jostling with all the work, eats, keeping fit, keeping in touch with important people in life, some space for my musings and a huge time crunch. This however looks meekly possible as my parents are posting in at Hyderabad too. And I’m happy. The more the merrier. The wish could wait for some time.



Also, now as receive calls from my employer, discussing joining details, that feeling of getting in the corporate world entices me. I so wanted this and it’s finally happening. I believe in “The Secret” and I know my life will take me in a direction and on a further journey filled with happiness and health, joy and wealth! ;) Accompanied with love at all times. Something as important as oxygen to me.

This more or less completes what I had to say before I start the next phase. Till then I wish all my readers(if any, but I’ am an optimist) a life they cherish and enjoy like they would their favorite meals. Be all the good be with you.
Amen.


Simar
10:54 am
22 May, 2010
This one after a long, long time.




Saturday, November 14, 2009

APPRECIATIVE INQUIRY

This atricle of mine is published on CONQUEST-the Online Edition, 2009 of Indian Institute of Management-Shillong (IIM-S). This is the link- http://www.iims-conquest.in/

It's also features in NexUs-The SIMS HR Newsletter.

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I take you through a journey into a new concept I learnt recently in my Corporate Psychology class. It was one of those classes where you not just hear, but listen. I absorbed every bit I could, as my professor took us in the realms of stories, fables and tales, only to drive home a point. The point which I present in this paper-the concept of Appreciative Inquiry (AI).

AI is a way of life. It is a thought process which should come natural to all human beings. But for Satan. Developed in the 1980’s by David Cooperrider and Suresh Srivastva, its extent is not limited to the organization it is adapted in. In fact, its essence lies in the energy that gives life to a system. It may be the optimism of innocence a child is blessed of, the aggressiveness and lose temperament of a sales guy or the rigid timings of an office.

AI finds its roots in the concepts of Organization Development (OD), an area, most mature organizations have focused on and the relatively new ones are embracing it with keenness. When an OD consultant is called for help, he mechanically looks for problems. And if you go looking for something you are bound to find it. So you have problems glaring right into your face and appear bigger than they were before you have arrived. Thus the problem is to go hunting for problem itself. The better choice is to ask the right question, as to –“what works well here?” This is the first assumption AI settles itself on. What works right for an organization, for an individual, is the entry point of the intervention. How wonderful is it to seek the best first, than focusing on the miser negativities? The role of the OD consultant then becomes that of a facilitator who looks for clues to what made excellence possible and the conditioning to replicate it. So he seeks solutions that already exist, magnify what works, and works well for the organization and focus on life and not decay.

AI has the propensity to engage the entire organization, deriving its focus from the OD interventions which work in a similar fashion engaging everybody from the lowest link to the top notch hook. The inquiry discovers data that is then used to envision the future based on the analysis of the rich positive past. What we focus on becomes our reality. And this second assumption precisely sets the stage-this time on fire. The fire which will lead the individuals to perform with a sense of urgency-because now what they see is success and not barriers. This shares ground with the positivity which was the basis and is the guide channelizing and carving out new routes to possibilities of success.

In doing so, the lessons learnt on conflict management, values, assumptions and beliefs, the nerve to value other’s belief should be held close to oneself, because in the process of leading change it is imperative to value differences. Innovating what will be-the delivery part of the plan comes next. No doubt creativity is born in chaos but AI aims at a systematic quest of a discovery of strengths and assets of an organization. It works like a highlighter pen-making the strengths more visible than anything else-right opposite to the Dilbert method of highlighting the counterproductive workplace elements.

The magical thing about AI is its scope. It begins with an individual, encompasses the organization and stretches its abode to accommodate the society at large, serving with the same basic four ‘D’ cycle of-Discover, Dream, Design and Delivery, as I mentioned above. Also its application can be seen in variant fields of healthcare, education, community services, corporate and government organizations. It’s this beauty of AI that caught not only my attention but interest too. If I were to be a part of an organization which encourages its stakeholders to be enthusiastic change agents, the basics of AI would help me derive a model suitable to the situation. After all life is what you make of it. Let’s make it positive.

-Simar

HR Batch 2008-2010
Symbiosis Institute Of Management Studies
PUNE

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

CRYING!

The world seems doesn’t to care,
But I hear you somewhere-crying in thin air.
Lost you seem to eternity
Strangeness engulfs the very realms wherein you scream.
Notice if you must;
That you are not alone.
Take a look around
Millions sore throats you’ll stare-
The green’s gone
The green as it used to be;
The blue is no more blue,
But white and muddy and oh mucky some more;
The sky’s not anymore painted
It’s the black that shadows it whole.
I know why you cry
The colors are not your only concern,
It’s the source behind the hues that’s taking your soul.
Man is but an instrument of change
For change it must, in waste or in gain.
This is how it’s meant to be
Or this is how’s it’s made at least.
Don’t ask me why, my friend
I’ am only there till my time ends.
But till am in here, sharing every inch of your space
I promise I’ll be there for you,
For I owe the life I breath to you.
Don’t you worry,
Don’t be in despair;
For after every rise
There’s a dip, in there.
Sure it must harm some
But others it must repair.
You are the essence of us being here
Please survive for no one cares
Inhuman we are, but you be what you ought to be
Help this stupid, insane friend of yours
And I’m sure everything’s gonna be good again!

-Dedicated to our Mother Earth , the Space that surrounds it and beyond.
-Simar

Monday, November 09, 2009

LOST AND FOUND!

Something within, urges me to write today. Something that I can’t interpret for once because it is a churn of feelings, leaving me satisfied with every passing moment. It’s becoming difficult for me to bring out that contentment in my words, all the more the reason for a contradiction between my feeling and my urge to display the same in my writings somehow.

I have an exam tomorrow. Had one this morning too. And shall continue to sit for these damn sessions my whole life it seems! There is however no trace of urgency to study for the damn thingi for tomorrow. It is but a subject sitting there, eating up a date on a calendar by listing in the schedule and wasting the valuable hours of my life having to mug up things that were simple enough to form only one chapter of another subject.

So, instead of resting my eminent hours on this pseudo subject I wish to revive my work-my Blog. This is something I’ am made for, and which is made for me in turn-Writing. As I have always been. Started sometime in my ninth or 10th standard, I discovered(to my self-for the ease of critics! ) this concept called a B L O G. I still remember vividly, describing my discovery to some of my close friends then, describing in all wisdom my great utilization of the time I sat in front of the new technology called-The Internet. So BLOGGING was a concept I chanced upon, and that was the time the word was not known to be what it is today. This decade has seen, unlike the one that preceded it, a new version of blogging-extending widely in its reach and scope. The new variant of font, size, colour, templates and grandeur that exits now was not the thing of the past. There sure were some efforts at creating a user friendly space for the viewer, but that was it. Scripting was tough for non- engineers. Pictures took ages to upload and hence making the entire process very time consuming. Here, I must confess, that amidst these difficulties I started blogging for I knew that this was the future of free sharing of experiences and opinions, to a larger audience.

While I pursued my interest I was also active on a lot of forums, and I’am a proud owner of two publications (my poems) in a forums (The name of which skips me!!) first Online E-Book called-‘Celebrating Creativity’. My poems featured along with some great works of people from all across the globe-mostly Indians, settled across cultures, ethnicities and geographies. What a feeling it was when I first saw the online version of the e-Book and impulsively called up my best friend to share my happiness, there after running to my Dadi and hugging her, followed by dragging her by the arm to the study to have a look at my achievement. What a marvel! OHk…In case you are wondering at my humbleness, I was extremely happy then, and every time I think of it-I leave a happier person!

That followed long long long hours of sitting glued up to the net, searching online poetry competitions, online magazines and the like, until to my huge disappointment finding none which were free of costs. All required some sort of PayPal facility, something I was not eligible for then. This, entwined with the heavy load of my Engineering subjects led me to fade away from one of the most cherished words of my then literary side-blog. Gradually as my grades sore high and I gained interest in my IT subjects, I was left with no time to sit and write something substantial for the world to read. I did not, however leave writing completely. For it was and is the very essence of ME being ME! Then followed a series of events with my PC crashing twice in a row, exams which never seemed to end, emotions a laggard adolescent is supposed to live with, FRIENDZ and the commencement of my MBA preparation all spread through period of about a year and two left me tired and exhausted and interested in a lot of other new things that my conscious mind forgot all about me blogging, including my user ID and password!! For as they say that all good things come to an end- for me the end was not to come so soon. There were and are good things remaining-says my heart and soul. So, as I joined SIMS, and saw the world blogging to glory, a sense of shame engulfed me as to why-why on this Earth did I ever cede to blog??!! Also it reiterated my self-belief which was constructed when I was still in school that BLOG’s are the future of knowledge sharing. This feeling of my envisioning a thing which would happen and had happened in the future did somehow reduce the propensity of shame and instead moved me to revive my LOST AND FOUND BLOG. My deep felt gratitude to GOOGLE, which has come up with such a beautiful integration of all structures and processes via technology driven innovation, that I found a way to my old blog again. Also, at this ‘thank you’ moment I wish to thank all those people who egged on for me to revive my blog. They all know who they are and I thank them from the core of my writing heart!

Right then, this post, marks the new life of my-Keep Life Simple!

Leaving a glad ME :)
Simar