Saturday, 19 September 2015

'cause she wore rose colored glasses.


She lied asleep at night, thinking about all the beautiful things that she'd give to the little one inside her.

Few months later, after the little one was born,  they told her that she won't live to see the daughter growing up.

She could give up, thinking about all the pain that she was going through. But she wasn't alone in this, she loved him too much to leave him behind and the little one was now a part of them.

They say the will is stronger than physical strength.

Few days ago, she told me that we should talk about this more often, there's hope there's dreams, and if there's faith, we could make it through.

More importantly, we should look at the reasons.

Quite a while ago, when she was a little girl, she wore her Dad's coat after he came from work. She felt safe in it. 
Years later, after Lily was born, they told her that the coat being covered with asbestos gave her Mesothelioma. 

She has fought their verdict of surviving for a few days, by taking it across the ten year mark.
We're with you in this Heather.

We'll fight this together.

"I can undoubtedly say that I'm caged by my body, but my mind is free and so is my soul and so is my spirit. I can still dream big. I can still think big. I can still aim high. I can still aspire to inspire."
— Muniba Mazari


Thursday, 10 September 2015

More than Flesh and Bones.


Its difficult to admit that most of our lives have essentially been running around the way we thought we looked in front of the world.

This morning I woke up with the thought of fixing body image issues.

What matters so much more than those people judging you and telling you you're not good enough is what you do.

I've been less skeptical about my work or relationships or anything else for that matter.

This week when I was to give a presentation on Corporate Reconstruction Laws, all that kept pulling me down was the thought that I don't feel as confident about my body as I used to.

The way the criticism is dealt with is not appreciable.

It pushes a person down, the effect is not just mental. Judgement reduces focus on important things, and brings the spirit down.

Appreciating what we've got and the way we've dealt with the problems is crucial. It's necessary we look past a few little dark patches and acknowledge the large bright ones.

To a certain extent the drive to write in a platform without identity attachment (here) was to prevent people from judgement when they read the content.

I think its not our fault. We've been growing up in an era of better connectivity and this has meant that our Facebook profile picture says more about us than we in person. I think its time we reconsidered the questions on what really matters.

I'm glad people have started realizing it.


“I seem to myself, as in a dream,
An accidental guest in this dreadful body.” 
― Anna Akhmatova


P.S.

Everyday now brings me to the same point. Choose your battles. Make better Choices. Prioritize.

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

Southpaw.


Do we not understand that our conception of what is right and what is not could differ from that of other?

Do we not at times victimize ourselves?

How do we look at the other person whom we subject to physical fights- do we not see that most often who faces such fights hides the face of the other person being beaten up, do we not dehumanize the other person for a bit, and see ourselves as liberators?

Do we ever think about thinking through the situation, trying to decode the point of misunderstanding? 

Do we not ultimately aim to make the other person understand our version of the reality? 

Could we not fix this, like everything else. 

If only. 

If only we could be at both of those places, the one about Beating the other person, and the one of about being Beaten up. 

Then I believe we could see, that not everything is worth the loss. 

Because both of those are hurt here. not just one. 

"Some people are as fragile as butterflies and sensitive and it’s your responsibility not to destroy them. Just because you can." 
—Marisha Pessl, Special Topics in Calamity Physics