Friday, January 6, 2017

A mother's letter to her son

Sweetheart,

When you were born, the world was not a nice place. People were killing each other, bombing cities, destroying countries and mistreating women, but that did not stop me from dreaming. When I saw your little fingers, little mouth, and half-opened eyes you filled my heart with love and my mind with dreams nevertheless. Dreams about how different you would be, dreams about the way you would walk, talk, love, dreams about how your knees would bruise and heart break, and of course, like any other mother, I had dreams about who you would grow up to become too.

Yes, I dared to dream, because that is what mothers do – they dream and they love. I will irrevocably love you, but don’t take that love for granted.

I may pamper you, and some times even give in to your foolish demands, but that is because you are my baby. That does not mean everybody has to. A mother’s unconditional love should be your strength, not your excuse to do whatever you want.

But I am not just another mother. There are two things that some mothers forget to tell their sons, and I will make sure I say: firstly, I will not flinch to throw it all away if you hurt anybody, especially a woman, or lay a finger on anybody weaker than you; secondly, when someone says no, it means no. You stop whatever you are doing right there, irrespective of who says it. I want you to be a fighter, not a bully.

Also, there are many things that you don’t know about women.

They may appear weaker than you are, but they are not. They are the strength in any household or family, the bond that keeps it all in place. Don’t try to break them. Actually, you will need a lot of effort to do it, so don’t even try. Also, the strength behind every woman is infinite other women, don’t underestimate them. They can be dangerous.

She can trust with all her heart only once, don’t do anything to ruin it for yourself or somebody else. Protect her if you can, but if you can’t at least don’t make her cry. A woman’s tears can haunt you for a long time. No dreamcatcher or therapy can stop the nightmares or guilt from shadowing you. If you see a woman cry, ask her what happened. Whatever happened, make sure you help her, not out of pity, but out of love.


And no, nice boys don't finish last. Know that.

That moment, that problem, that woman has to become your highest priority then. Cancel everything else – meetings, appointments, and even dates— if need be. A few missed appointments wont make a difference in the long run, but this acquaintance, friendship or relationship will. That moment might define the rest of your lives.

I’ve fallen apart so many times, sometimes even on the sidewalk. I am your mother because someone told me to hold myself together. They were my angels. You have it in you to be one too, just listen and be kind.

Women are the more rational of the beings. Accept it, drill it inside your head, and face life knowing it. Talk sense (if you can) to her and she most likely will understand. Don’t expect women to fall for baseless and silly rules. If she doesn’t understand, open your heart and listen, she probably has a reason for doing it. If you cannot agree, walk away, but don’t hurt her before leaving. You leaving is bad enough.

Women have psychic powers. If she does not belong with you, she will break your heart, but you will understand later. Don’t blame her, fate, or bad luck, she just has the foresight to know that you would hurt each other if you stuck around. She is no less than a psychic. Don’t hate her, or try to hurt her. Walk away, because there is someone for you. That someone might not be better, but she will fit in just right in your life.

I agree that all women are not saints, and there may be women who hurt you in ways I did not teach you were possible, but walk away quietly. People don't change, and it is for your best to not let yourself be provoked. Anger is fine, rage is not, and violence, don't even think about it. It's a boomerang.


Women are pretty, yes, but haven’t I told you ‘Not everything pretty is yours.’ Admire from far away, but don’t touch unless she wants it. No woman can be anybody’s property. She is independent. Well, why the heck not, right? She has the brains to act rationally on free will, a heart that can endure anything, and feet that will bring her back up before you finish that beer.

If you are at a dance club and find a girl pretty, go on, go and talk. Don’t be a sissy, you will know if you are not wanted. She will probably lie saying she’s taken, don’t trust her, but walk away. It only means you’re not her type. You cannot be every woman’s type, but when you do find someone that responds to you, treat her well.

Grab some food (women love to eat late in the night!), and don’t forget to offer her your jacket if she is cold. I know it is cliché, but when you gaped at her with your mouth open, telling yourself that she was gorgeous or had the cutest smile in the world, you lost your right to be warm. 

Also, have I told you about boogieman? When it gets dark, some men become evil, and think all is forgiven. Be it in the club or at the movies, don’t fall for cheap thrills. Never force yourself on anybody, you are much better than that. You may be in the mood, and nobody questioned your looks, but it is much better to go home, watch porn and jerk off, than to spend a night in prison, or being chased by the cops. You, my love, have no idea what goes through a mother's mind when she sees some CCTV footage on a news flash with her son groping a group of girls. I don’t deserve that pain, no mother does.

I wrecked my body, I flawed my complexion, I destroyed my career, I gave up on beauty sleep, I ruined my metabolism, I messed my hormones up, and even let you sleep in between me and your father because I love you. Don’t kill that mother in me.

Women are built to be great sisters, friends, girlfriends, wives and mothers. Don’t forget where you came from. Don’t forget that every time you tried to walk, a woman held your hand. Don’t forget that when you were hurting, a woman kissed your pain away. Don’t forget that when you were hungry, a woman gave you food. Don’t forget that when you wanted to play, a woman took you out to play. Don’t forget that when you lost hope, a woman prayed earnestly for you. Don’t forget that when you had a bad day, a woman took you to the movies or dinner and made it all better. 

In Hindi, there is a term, dood ka karz, which literally translates into indebted by milk. Respect women. You owe this to me, don’t taint my love, and make me a failure.

My heart cannot stop loving you ever, and to love a monster would be my failure.

And if you prefer men (phew!), the same rules apply there too. No bullying. Period.

- Mamma


Thursday, August 14, 2014

Almost

What if we almost do something
Is it as bad as doing the thing?
The tipping point has its own stories to tell
Stories of brave heroes who almost plunged and fell
Almost is the warning bell that wakes you up from a perverse fantasy
Snooze and continue if you want temporary ecstasy
Getting to the tipping point is a long winding journey for some
But only getting out of there holds the key for the days to come
Almost is the word that reminds us how low we can stoop
If you assuage the guilt once, it enters an infinite loop
Many men fell, many dared to come back
But the real heroes never chose the fallen track
The thought does not count in many of these cases
Because just temptation doesn't ever taint any faces
Almost is a savior because it means there's hope for redemption
From the world's biggest bitch - temptation
Not slipping out of reality and not forgetting morals
Is rarer than any diamonds, gold and corals
There are two kinds of men: the mad and the bad
What tells a mad man from a bad man is quite sad
There is no great difference but for the word almost.
Both are equally troubled and there's nothing to boast.
Almost is a golden gate to a territory that is unknown
Once opened, punishments and rewards are multifold the seeds that were sown
A mad man is desirous of everything that can be his
But only the bad man is willing forget what he already owns for this
Being mad is not cowardice, it is being grateful
Grateful for small mercies that have been bountiful
Almost is the word that describes the brink of insanity
Stepping beyond only promises a tainted face beyond vanity.
But backing off or calling quits will reap more benefits
A peaceful life where you won't be one of the misfits
Almost is the limit that no human being should cross
An LOC that can prevent a lot of pain and loss
Every story from the tipping point is a story worth hearing
Because it is about a man who chose a life not filled with fearing
Trust me when I say, it's no fun being  the bad one
Crossing the almost is a battle that was not won

Friday, March 29, 2013

Shut up


So many emotions boil under the cool surface...
But do you care even if I burn...
It's just love that I want to profess...
It's not the time when you ought to be stern...
All I have left is just a few more moments...
I'll keep mum and let them pass...
After all I'm not the kind that torments...
I'll keep you close and wont be crass...
If it hurts me...
You'll never know...
It may kill me...
But I'll never show....
I'll do what I do best...
I'll shut my mouth and not utter a word...
I can rest assure that I'm not a pest...
But I'll walk away on my own accord......
I'll act like I have a life that I can get back to...
And I'll tell myself that I love you true...
But I'll wish you well, yes that's what I'll do...
Even if that leaves me forever blue...

Monday, March 18, 2013

The glass wall


I can see who you are...
I can hear what you say....
I know you're right there...
I think you're going to stay...
I feel what you feel...
I sense what you hide...
I know only time can heal...
Your hurt ego and lost pride....
Looks like you won't say a thing...
Looks like you don't care at all...
I'm in no mood to dance and sing...
I keep hitting your glass wall...
You keep saying you're a mystery....
Is that how you want this to be?
I keep guessing your history....
And you keep playing with me...
You touch me like I mean a lot....
And push me like I'm dirt...
I want to run away but it's just a thought....
It's also too early to take such hurt....
Especially when there's no future....
You'll go places and I'll stay here....
Writhing in the pain of every suture...
In my heart and every wasted tear...
You still want to be unknown...
And remain in your comfort zone...
Take some risks, now you're grown...
Express yourself, or remain alone...
People enter our life for a reason...
Some stay for long...
And some just for a season...
Each one sings a different song...
Each one brings out a different side...
Only keep the ones that matter the most...
But at least enjoy with me this brilliant ride....
Or make me a memory ghost...
I'll go away like you were nothing....
But remember you meant much more...
All you had to do was something...
Something to help me from being sore....
Break this glass hindrance....
Let me feel you for real....
All I need is an entrance....
Behind me the locks you can seal....
Don't let this glass wall ruin what we can build...
Don't let this die as if it was invisible....
For when you open your eyes and see what you killed...
You'll realize this feeling was irreplaceable...


Sunday, March 17, 2013

Karmic breaks:


When I woke up this morning, I thought I had died and come to heaven, but no, I was in Princeton, New Jersey.

Snowflakes over cherry blossoms, long winding roads with houses spaced out evenly at every curve, a palatial house with rooms much bigger than my Manhattan apartment, good food cooked and served for every meal, and conversations that took me on spiritual trips. It was just the beginning of my Spring break with a family friend and I could already see my “Stairway to heaven.”

This was just the fluff, there was more depth to my stay here than anyone had ever predicted. It was a rude shock when I realized what had come over me -- an epiphany. You knew that you had encountered an epiphany when every random experience in your life fit beautifully like a jigsaw puzzle.

I had understood how Karma worked. In simple words, do good to accrue good Karma, and do bad to accrue bad Karma.

Let us consider in this case, Karma equalled money.

Do good = Good Karma = Lot of money = Go on a vacation = Heaven
Do evil = Bad Karma = Lot of debts = Go to prison = Hell

And yes, neither did we burn in hell all our after lives, nor did we strut in heaven forever. We served times – just like we couldn’t spend entire lives in Cancun, or lives after lives in prison.

Life à Good/Bad Karma à Death à Heaven/Hell à Leftover decided next life

If there was excess good Karma, the person could be reborn as a connoisseur of good food, who worked as a food critic for an amazing lifestyle magazine, or could be reborn as someone who never gained weight even after excessive cheese eating and beer drinking. On the other hand, if there was excess bad Karma, the person could be reborn as a short-tempered man in Harlem, or could be a New Yorker – who spent a lot of time on subways – and couldn’t read on route (like yours truly!).

And, about transfers of Karma, transfers were not possible.

Parent Karma ! = Child Karma

This misconception could have been aided by two possibilities.

Case 1: When children felt blessed.
a)    Children’s good Karma = Children’s happiness
b)   Parents’ good Karma = Children’s happiness = Parents’ happiness

Case 2: When children felt cursed.
a)    Children’s bad Karma = Children’s unhappiness
b)   Parents’ bad Karma = Children’s unhappiness = Parents’ unhappiness

So next time a parent said, “You benefit only from my good deeds,” the immediate response must be, “No no no. It happens only because it makes you happy. Thank me because I am the reason for your happiness!”

All these years, mysteries loomed over my head, but now most of my questions were answered – that too rationally. Fate was the name, but Karma was the game!

Though I sounded like an asinine cliché, inside my head I thought, “Oh boy! Finally, my life makes sense. My existence is valid. My good luck is justified. My failures are rational. I had definitely done some good and probably some bad!”  

Friday, March 15, 2013

Fighting benchmarking:


When the mind thinks, “I want this person to be someone they are not,” you know where the thought stemmed from – a love, a life, a lie and a breakup. 

This may sound ridiculous, but this is the reason most relationships, between people who have spent significant amounts of time with someone else, never work out --initially. If you are a computer science graduate, you understand this phenomenon. It is called benchmarking.

The benchmarker story:

The process of benchmarking in relationships involves two questions.
“Would my ex have done the same thing?” and “Was I happier then?” These are the questions that kill the possibility of another romance blossoming. The human mind immortalizes the fading memory of a past love into a set of rules that makes life difficult for the new person who wants a chance. This set of rules is the “standard.”

The act of benchmarking is as good as building a wall around the lonely you and expecting nobody else to come close. When you break up with somebody you love, the biggest lie you believe is that everything was perfect. NO! Nothing was perfect. If it was perfect, why did the other person choose to leave you and move on? You think you gave everything and they broke your heart? Maybe not! Something was lacking in the relationship, but the hindsight comes only to the wise, and that too, after a lot of introspection.

One of the biggest problems is not about being on the other side of the wall, but continuing to hope to meet the right person. How can you meet somebody else if you think of your ex was perfect, you did everything right the last time, and still failed?

The real problem is when you bring people close, but push them away even without realizing that you are benchmarking them. The simple thoughts to counter such an irrational act of benchmarking is “If the other person was so perfect, why aren’t they here?” and, “If this person can give me a chance, why can’t I?”

Every individual is different. They have different assets, and different flaws. Don’t shut them off by benchmarking them. When you benchmark someone, it makes the new person’s assets look menial and the flaws magnified. What if they actually have a perfect balance of what you need?

Just give an honest chance! There is nothing to lose, but everything to gain. We all study from the time we remember that the heart is a muscular organ, then why do we fear heartbreaks? The heart is too strong to really break.

Conclusion: Make an effort to understand this person. They might have the world to give you. And if not, it will still be worth the experience.

The benchmarkee story:

You know that you are the benchmarkee when you feel that everything is perfect, but something is still hindering the next step. It is no fun being check listed against a standard benchmark. It can be frustrating and demeaning.

You go on dates, which are sometimes initiated by the benchmarker, but feel like the other person is not at all interested. This is when thoughts like these occur: “Was it a bad breakup?” and, “Are they still hung up in the past?” or, “Will I ever get a chance?”

All hell breaks loose when the benchmarker accepts that they had a breakup. What follows in the benchmarkee’s mind is whether you can ever be that person for them, and if yes, what you have to do to make it happen. 

It is easy to cut the noose and see how the benchmarker reacts. Truth be said, they might come back or not. It is good to be prepared for anything. If they show any interest whatsoever, pursue it; else let it go down the drain. You don’t want to date a morose moron. And if you do pursue, break every ground rule. Be yourself and let them change the benchmarks to tailor fit you, or let them realize the higher truth – that all individuals are different.

Conclusion: Give an honest chance. Don’t compete and don’t go overboard. They just might not be worth the pain!