Thursday, June 23, 2016

The Curse of the Introverts...

Have you noticed the person slinking at the back of parties, clearly uncomfortable with the social situation they have been put in? Trying to engage, to be part of conversations when they would rather be sitting at home curled up with a good book or just chilling to some music away from the madding crowd. Welcome to the world of introverts. It is fascinating and at the same time, difficult to understand by anyone who has never been in that position.

Inside the mind of an introvert: As a lifelong introvert, I feel the need to talk about this subject sometimes. A lot of times, introverts are mistaken as rude, arrogant and aloof. Not unfairly because there are many moments in an introvert's life when she just wants to escape the dullness of mundane conversation into the much more captivating world of her thoughts. Its not because she doesn't like you and its not because she thinks she is better than you. Most of the time its because she needs to be with herself, recharging and just being with her thoughts. Casual conversation does not come easily to her, she would rather share a long, meaningful silence and leave feeling so much has been said. She is in no way anti-social, in fact there are days when she craves company as much as you do. And the right company can fascinate and engage her. But once she has had that bit of social interaction, she just wants to retreat into herself.

Why do I call introverts cursed? In the modern world of networking, they are at an instant disadvantage because they don't understand small talk. Not because they don't have anything meaningful to say (if only you could hear the conversations in their minds) but because it is an act of extreme effort for them. While being quiet can be misconstrued as aloofness, a lot of introverts just don't contribute to the conversation unless they have something meaningful to say. Another trait of introverts, that of wanting to be by themselves, is often perceived as rudeness. But understand, introverts just don't feel the constant need to be in a crowd. In fact the thought exhausts them. Its not rudeness, it is a deep need and if they are deprived of it, they become irritable. And of course, being lost in thoughts is not always seen kindly. But while they might seem lost, they could be building an alternate universe in their minds!

How do you deal with introverts? Its very simple, just let them be. If your partner is an introvert and you are an extrovert, there is no point in insisting that she accompany you to every party that you go to. She'll not enjoy it and neither would you. The best way to deal with situations like this is to realize that it is possible to be a couple and still enjoy different things at times. Of course, sometimes you would need to tread the middle path and so would she. But for the most part, introverts thrive when they have some part of the day alone with their thoughts. They don't need to be entertained, nor to be coaxed to join a conversation. What they need is for you to understand that what you perceive as rudeness, is merely a survival strategy. 

Thursday, May 26, 2016

It's a "Short" story!

Tonight I have a serious problem to discuss. It’s something that I’ve thought about a lot over the years, it’s something that people constantly ask me about and I just laugh it off and change the topic but somewhere deep down it does bug me a teeny tiny bit so I decided that I would finally talk about this.
Good evening toastmasters and welcome guests… tonight I would be answering a question that I haven’t answered before… “How does it feel to be a really short person?”
  • And before you go “Whoa! Is this even an actual thing…?” let me introduce you to some real and tad bit awkward questions that I have been asked over the years…
  • -          Some people are pretty straightforward… They don’t beat around the bush. They directly come up to me and ask me “Wow! You are really short! Don’t you wish you were taller?”
  • -          Or the witty ones will go “How is the weather down there?” Seriously?
  • -          Some are seriously concerned and they ask… “Didn’t you hang from beams when you were young?”
  • -          Or the Indian version of it… “Didn’t your mom give your Complan?” (Complan is a nutritional drink which supposedly increases height)

And don’t even get me started on the jokes…
  • -          In my college days, my friends and I were called the penguin gang… and to paint you a word-picture… yes, we were all of a similar height and no you don’t have to be of my height to be my friend but hey whatever… penguins are extremely cute!
  • -          Not to mention… every time I go to a club or a bar, I’m asked to show my ID card… Not anyone else in the group… just me. As if somebody has tagged their kid sister along. And when I try to explain that I am old enough and married… they always respond with… “Aww but you look like a kid… you should be happy about it”… Well sure, give me a drink in my hand first and then I will be happy about it.
  • -          And it’s just my luck to have come to a country where people are even taller than they were back home… yes I am looking at all of you… Sometimes I feel like there should be two of me stacked on top of each other to reach a normal height!
  • -          And I haven’t even got to the part about shoes… Here’s a secret… I have to sometimes buy shoes from the kiddie section because apparently there are no adult shoes below size 5. Good luck trying to get high heels in the kiddie section…

Now before everyone starts feeling sorry for the poor lil’ me, well things were not always so bad… There was a time when even I was at the back of class photographs and my mom was complaining that she had to buy new school uniforms each year. But then… tragedy struck and I stopped growing… well vertically at least. And thus began the years of torture…
As I was reading more about difficulties faced by short people in this ‘oh great big world… I came upon the term “heightism” … discrimination against people with short height. People tend to take you less seriously when you are trying to make a point and make a face which is like ‘run along lil’ girl’. There are certain professions you can’t even get into… yes my dreams of being a model were shattered… shattered I tell you! My husband hides things on top of cupboards if he doesn’t want me to get to them… So please… the next time you think of doing any of those things remember, you may be discriminating!
Like with any situation, being short can have plenty of advantages! … Just think of travelling on flights, trains, buses… I don’t need extra leg space… I just crawl up in my seat and I’m good to go! I’m always in the front of photographs, there is no chance of getting covered up! No bed is too short for me and even a couch will do just fine. Not to mention when I am at any crowded concert, I can just weave my way through crowds and nobody even notices… in fact they help me move to the front!
So to all short people out there… Just hold your head up high, just ask someone taller to reach for the stuff you can’t and remember, even short men can cast long shadows!

Thank you.

Friday, May 20, 2016

Just another day...

Yesterday, while waiting for a train at one of New York's subway stations, I heard a girl playing a violin. As she played, she also swayed to a hula hoop... a soft, slow dance that was beautiful to watch. The music she played was a sad tune... it reminded me of painful thoughts. It was a hauntingly beautiful but melancholic experience... a juxtaposition of the soft, slow music with the ruthless clash of metal trains against the tracks. Its strange when  you are just going about your day... a mundane, routine day... and you suddenly come across something which is seemingly random... but which leaves a lasting impact on you.

It was a tune which brings back everything you regret in life... the person you didn't love enough or the person you loved too much, an experience that you should have pursued but somehow let go of, the wasted times, the risks you did not take, people that you'll never meet again. In a span of fifteen minutes, I was transported to a different place, a place that is haunted by regrets. She continued playing, completely unaware of the effect of her music. The trains continued to come and go... like life flashing past. And suddenly I felt like I had to be at a million different places doing a million different things. That if I did not, I would miss out on many more things.

Of course, I never did leave the platform. I continued to wait for my train, continued glancing at my phone, tapping all the million different social apps that professed to  make me feel more connected. And in that moment I felt completely disconnected as if I was watching myself sitting at that platform. Crowds of people continued their day around me, moving in and out of trains in a hurried frenzy. Nobody stopped to listen to her music and yet she continued... swaying and playing.

My train finally arrived and I left that station, continued that random day till it ended. Only to be followed by another random day. I forgot what station it was, I forgot what that girl was wearing, even what she was playing. What I did not forget was the way that music made me feel... if only for fifteen short minutes. It made me feel regrets that I didn't know even know I had. For those few minutes, I would always remember you... stranger with the melancholic music!

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Be Foolish...!

This is the story of how I made a complete fool of myself... well there are a lot of stories about that but we'll get to those later... and how I learnt that it is important to be a fool at times...

First... a sweeping statement... I absolutely love water (not just drinking and peeing)... I love the sea, I love swimming pools... I even love just sitting in the tub... So imagine how happy I was when I moved to Florida... No matter where I went, there was the ocean... So gorgeous, so calming... I loved it! There was only a tiny little problem... I didn't know how to swim at all. My mom says she took me for swimming classes when I was really small but I hated it... Yeah I think that one's made up... Thanks Mom..!

Not that I saw my inability as a problem, I didn't even care and it never stopped me from running into the waves or jumping into a pool. Fast forward to the summer of 2015 when my husband and I went for water sports in Keywest. Just to give a brief idea, there are these cruise companies that take you out on their boats to the middle of the ocean and you can take part in activities like snorkeling, parasailing, riding jet skis and so on. It was a really hot summer day and who wouldn't like to be in the cool ocean water? I was psyched... especially for the snorkeling because I would be trying it for the first time.

We went through all the training of how to put on the life vests and the tubes that go into the mouth and soon I was standing at the edge of the boat ready to go into the water. My husband, who had already done this trip before, had one piece of advice for me... "Whatever you do... do not let go of the rope"... So there I was about to go in... Laser focused on a rope which I could see bobbing in the water nearby... Sounds simple right? Well what I hadn't accounted for was the large number of Indians who were also in the same cruise group. We went into the water, I grabbed the rope, just about managing to keep my head above water and what do I see? Every inch of that rope was being held by an Indian. I understand, we come from a really crowded country…moving in crowds is probably our safety blanket. Naturally, the instructors were amused to see all these people hanging on to a rope for dear life. Just as I was about to relax and enjoy the water, I felt a tug and all of a sudden… my hands were no longer on my precious rope. There was a moment of clarity when I raised my arms and shouted “Help!” and then I was swallowing copious amounts of salt water. I’m thinking to myself… “Oh god… this is how it all ends” and flailing about in the water with my panicked husband beside me… The nearby instructor seems completely unfazed by all this and I’m thinking… “Isn’t this guy supposed to leap in and save me” (overdose of Baywatch I tell you)… Finally, after what seemed like ages, the instructor hands me a float and I get up on the boat again. Whew! I look around with new-found respect for life, after all I had just survived drowning and I run to my husband to hug him… and then the instructor says (really loudly)… “Yeah you had a life jacket on… you weren’t drowning… you did push a lot of the other people around…not cool”… I look down at my life jacket… look around to see some visibly angry Indians and for the rest of the trip… I was so mortified I stuck to my husband and didn't do anything crazy.

What did I learn from this really foolish and embarrassing experience?
  • Do not try to jump into the middle of the ocean if you don’t know swimming. No matter how tempting it looks. If you still want to, wear a life jacket and more importantly, remember that you wore it.
  •  Ropes are like comfort zones we have in life… We want to cling to them because they seem safe but sometimes life will just pull them away and we need to learn to live without them.
  •  That day I made a fool of myself but there was something good that came out of it… I finally acknowledged that I needed to learn swimming and started taking some lessons for it. Of course there is still a long way to go before I become an accomplished swimmer but at least it’s a start. That’s the way it works in life as well… Sometimes we need to go out and do those foolish things and be embarrassed to push us to learn something new or to do something better. 



Be foolish… be embarrassed… be better than what you are today… !

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

The Importance of Celebrations!

Why should we celebrate? Be it birthdays or graduations, religious festivals, marriages… it is important that we celebrate these days with family, close friends, people who would understand the value of the occasion and share it with us. Even if it is not a significant occasion… Celebrate it! In fact I would advocate celebrating even insignificant, silly moments like the time when the person you had a crush on smiled at you in the elevator or the fact that you managed to catch the bus on time… or that Game of Thrones Season 6 is back this weekend (yes, that one’s a biggie). Whatever your reason may be… enjoy that moment of happiness, share it with someone you love. Heck… share it with a stranger!

Why? Life is unpredictable and great at reminding you about the things you didn’t do. While we get caught up in everyday struggles, while we wait impatiently for a big event to occur, while we worry and fret that things are not working out… all the little moments that we could have been celebrating slip by us. Just imagine going home after a long day at work and sitting down to dinner with your family… if you are lucky enough to do that, you have a reason to celebrate because not everyone can do it (I can’t coz my family is miles away). We waste time worrying about that long day at office when we could be cooking a special meal and just enjoying that meal with our family. Believe me, you’ll soon see that there is no place or time needed to celebrate life. It’s there, happening as we speak.

We all look forward to certain events in the year… I do too! When I get the New Year calendar, the first thing I do is mark all the occasions… the birthdays, the anniversaries and so on… The other thing I do is check the dates for the Indian festivals… Since our festivals follow a different calendar, the corresponding dates on the English calendar changes each year.

Out of the many festivals that we Indians love to celebrate, my favorite is Durga Puja which is the 5-day worship of Goddess Durga in autumn. Without going into too much history, let me tell you why it is celebrated. Durga Puja festival marks the victory of Goddess Durga over the evil buffalo demon who wreaked havoc on the entire world and who could not be defeated by any God or man. The festival marks the victory of good over evil. In the eastern part of India, where I come from, this festival is celebrated on a huge scale with thousands of people flocking to the areas of worship.

Every year, no matter where I am, I try to go back to my hometown and be with my family during this time of the year. It’s not an easy feat I tell you… ticket prices are sky-high, leaves are not approved, managers decide that it would be the perfect way to torture you (no offence to managers here)… but in spite of all the roadblocks… we try to make it home during these five days. When we were in college, we would often have to jump on an overnight train without any reservation, spend the night sharing a single berth with three other friends just to make it home in time for the festival. We didn’t do it because we were particularly religious, we just knew that… that was one time in the entire year when everyone would be home no matter where they were, we would all keep aside other worries and celebrate these five days with friends and family.

It may sound like a cliché, but life really is too short to miss out on any opportunity to celebrate. Sometimes it requires a little more effort, maybe a little time out of our schedules… but it is worth it.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Journey song (a poem)

So let's start our journey...
On open roads... With an open heart...
And forget our destination...
Throw away the maps... Its a new start...

Take a wrong turn... And end up somewhere lost...
Stop and look at the flowers by the bend...
Listen to the forgotten bird singing alone...
Forget where the road was supposed to end... 

Watch the golden sunset and touch the cold river...
Don't worry that you've lost your way...
The skies have forgotten your laughter...
Let them hear you laugh today...

You've played by all the rules and plans...
But never seen your destiny in the stars undone...
See how they sparkle with promises made...
And wake up kissed by the morning sun...

But most of all love... 
Love like you've never been hurt...
Love like that's all you're capable of...
Love like it's your last day on earth...

Tomorrow you may go back to your world...
Where duties devour you eagerly each day...
So pack your bags and open your heart...
Let's get a little lost today...

P.S. I wrote this on the bus when we were travelling to see the Grand Canyon... it was a long road and gave me a lot of time to think. I was going through some worrying times (when is it not!) and it helped me gain a little perspective... 

Monday, April 11, 2016

The importance of girls' trips...

This one is for every girl out there... No matter where you are, every once in a while you should go for an all-girls trip! It is always fun to go somewhere with your family or with your partner, but there is something liberating about being on a trip with girls. Sharing rooms, sharing makeup and clothes, sharing gossip... there is a lot that happens when girls travel together. Last weekend I went on an all-girls trip to Washington DC... after more than a year... and it reminded me of why it is important to go on such trips once in a while.

This brings me to one of the coolest all-girls trip that I ever went on... a long-awaited trip to the awesome beaches of Goa! We had been planning the trip for years and it never seemed to work out until the time we just went ahead and booked our tickets... and threw caution to the winds. At the time the four of us were staying in four different cities which made the meeting up all the more exciting. But the best thing about that trip was that we had been at a low point in our individual lives and in those four days, we left all our worries and negativity somewhere far behind. There is something freeing about the sea and the waves... it makes you want to let go. And that's exactly what we did. We let go of our phone addiction, social networks, the need to always be "online" and gave in to the simple joys of life like walking on the beach, watching the sun set, frolicking among the waves, lying in shacks and eating great food... Of course it was a perfect vacation to have those long conversations without agendas, silences that did not need to be filled by words, just watching the sea as it constantly ebbed and flowed... Then there was all the craziness... the first night of thinking maybe an all-girls trip wasn't the safest of ideas, then starting the next day with renewed energy and reminding ourselves why it was the best idea ever, being tourists during the scorching day and then those beautiful evenings languidly stretching into the wee hours of the morning... The best journey is one which you wish doesn't end and that is what this trip was...
We were enjoying so much, we didn't even take a proper photo together!

So yes, once in a while, grab your besties and set off on an amazing journey. A journey where you can be free because you are with people you can be yourself with. A journey which will be significant to all of you. Leave behind your busy lives and be in the moment. Have those long talks which otherwise are confined to Watsapp and rare phone calls. I guarantee you that it would be experience that you would cherish forever.