Friday, January 11, 2013

Papa, I miss you like a little girl!

Call me a pessimist, a cribber, or a negative soul. But I keep recapping and reviving pain from the past because it makes me stronger and better.

3 years back, on this date, Papa left me forever. But I know he has been helping me in creating this little world around me where I feel more secure and protected. When I think about this day, I cry. But at the same time, I know he is smiling up there, looking at me trying to befriend life.

People often come up and say, ‘let bygones be bygones’ or ‘why do you sound unhappy on twitter’. Some even say, ‘Forget things, people, and unpleasant situations and move on’. But I perpetually refuse. The past was my journey and so is my present. It is because of the deeper understanding of my experiences that I have been able to evolve. It is the insight into why I failed, that has helped me in developing a coping mechanism for myself which works rather beautifully. There are chapters which I have secretly written down, and in each of those weak moments, I know exactly which chapter I need to refer to. It is a better situation because my life is writing its own reference book.

As a result of all this balancing action inside, there is often an uproar outside. The uproar is visible, the chaos inside is not. So while there are many who only see the externally anxious me, they fail to appreciate the incredibly balanced me inside. The aggression and angst in me is not my disgust against anyone, it is just some of those fumes from inside that I let go. But trust me, this surreal balance that I manage to keep inside, gives me enough strength and the attitude to move on.

None of it was easy, but it was Papa’s upbringing and essence that kept me moving in this journey. It is his value system which sort of helps me to hold on to my belief and strength. As much as I know he has always been around, I miss him. I wanted him to hug me and appreciate. I wanted him to tell me he is proud seeing me complete some of his unfinished tasks. I wanted him to live. But within me, I shall never let him die.

Monday, January 7, 2013

People, yeah thank you!

This was less than two months after papa passed away, and mom was still struggling to recover from her injuries. One night, as I was lying all alone in the hospital room, brutally tortured, badly pained, and just about to lose hope, I decided to change life for good. I decided to take charge.

I remember looking at Maulik the night before I filed my papers. I remember the day I went to the court room, all alone. I wanted to sort it all, but with each passing day, life was becoming more complicated. I was insecure, unsure, and totally confused of where it was all going.

Life was struggling between trying to live without papa, the court case, getting used to single parenting, and also a mind which was apparently, losing balance. ‘You need a shrink’ people would advise. Family was sympathetic, and more. There was simmering pain inside, there were visual injuries outside – this was not a turn of life that I had ever expected.

And then there were these lessons that changed the way I was looking at life. The ‘what ifs’ of life suddenly became ‘what is’. I was learning to dismiss the ‘why me’ question that was haunting me. I was learning to spell DETACH and was able to exercise that into my life. The past was becoming weaker, and my determination was making me stronger.

In the dynamics of life, I never realized how I rediscovered self - confidence. had been feeling stronger but the pain was trying to pull me down. At this point, there were many people (from work, twitter, and life) who helped me in their own way to help me stand tall. The people who could move the mountain of apprehensions and fear in me aside just by telling me all that I needed to hear the most. I would not put names to the all those who have build a special relation by just being there, I would not even use a small word of thanks to acknowledge their contribution, but as long as I live, I will be indebted to these people and will make sure that I never let them down for the investment they have made in me. 

Yes, I am blessed. And as my struggle to re-discover myself and my search for quintessence in life continues, I just hope they stay close.

Will miss you...always.

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