After 6 Years

A lot has changed since I posted last on my blog on June 16, 2018. I must must appreciate my amazing friend Umang for keeping my writer’s dream alive since 2010, even though I have had a writer’s block for most of the last 15 years. You are the best US! Only the fortunate get to call you their friend ЁЯЩВ

I have written a million blog posts in my head every day for the last few years. But I never had the heart to write them down. What hasn’t changed in the last 6 years is my inability to express myself freely, even when no one is reading my posts ЁЯЩВ For someone with a PhD in marketing, I sure have never marketed myself well! But then, those who know me well know how acute my imposter syndrome is. Are we handling it? A bit (might do a post on the Dunning Kruger effect to take stock of this).

Lots to write about. My dashboard is actually home to a lot of deleted posts. Writings that I no longer relate to. Or musings that I have moved on from. My last post was about how much I learned about myself during my PhD and how it was a life-changing, life-affirming journey. Yet, when I reminisce, even today I learn a bit more about myself every day.

Big update: your girl got married! Finally gave in to all the pressure of being a ‘spinster madu’ girl at 33. Just kidding (Nope. The pressure was quite real.) But found a good person after A LO-OO-T of searching. More about him later (if I continue writing. Given my past record, I am not making any promises to myself). Life is good for now.

Bigger update: your girl is going to move to the Netherlands (if the embassy Gods bless me with a hallowed visa). The wait is harrowing you guys! It is no mean feat to wait and wait and think about leaving behind a life that you dreamt of and carefully created for yourself, while you wait ЁЯЩВ To leave behind most of what you think is familiar, is not easy. But I am doing it because everything that I have read, lived, understood, and experienced about life, spirituality, relationships, and living tells me it is the right move. “If you don’t belong to a place, you belong to the whole world.”

And so, the anxiety is quite real but we are doing it. I am hopeful that I can consciously recreate a lovely life regardless of where I am. Because ideally, the life I create depends on who I am as much as the cards I am dealt with. Right? We will see ЁЯЩВ

Anything worth doing was probably never easy anyway. Heard this beautiful, relevant, and highly relatable story. It inspired me to finally login to my blog and type after 6 years.

The “Nachiketa Samvad” comes from the ‘Kathopanishad”. A famous story about the conversation between Yama, the Lord of Death, and Nachiketa, the brilliant young son of Rishi Vajashrava. You can find the detailed story here. I will just present what stood out most to me.

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Kathopanishad (1.2.2)┬а

In common parlance, wisdom is in choosing to do that which may be difficult today (shreyas) but yields long-term benefit and creates lasting value over choosing preyas; that which is easy and pleasurable today and gives an illusion of happiness. Preyas may not give you long-term benefit because it simply caters to your instant gratification. It speaks of inculcating a sense of balance where you do not wile away your shreyas in pursuit of ephemeral preyas.

During my online consumer behavior class, I have often touched upon the theory of “procrastination vs impulse”. The research comes from a branch of behavioral economics which talks about how consumers tend to procrastinate with their decisions because choices become difficult when there is short term pain but long term gain. Conversely, consumers tend to be impulsive with choices that yield short term gain because they are impervious to the long term pain the choices may bring. The theory says that we do so because when the consequences of our decisions are spread over a long period of time, it’s difficult to anticipate the outcomes. Hence we procrastinate. And vice versa for our impulsive ‘2-minute maggi noodles’ type indulgences – the binge watch, the junk eating, the procrastination when it comes to fitness, the delaying the big financial decisions and so much more. They seem easy hence we stick to them. What we can’t see makes us anxious and makes the choice difficult. The research on procrastination being an emotions management issue and not a time management issue is quite deep. I did not start the blogpost thinking I would get here. So, more on it in a different post.

Of two things I am quite certain: 1) The scholar who researched procrastination and impulse quietly read the “Kathopanishad” and told no one about it. The Upanishads don’t mind if you don’t cite them in your ground breaking research. 2) How easy it is to teach and forget. I have been teaching and forgetting about shreyas and preyas for 5 years now. Maybe I am not so different from my students after all. They too forget everything discussed in class the moment they leave ЁЯЩВ

It’s a wonderful opportunity to test the fabric I am made of, to say yes to all that comes in life, to explore a new world, and to just flow with life. And this is how I am reminding myself every day that I need to grab this opportunity with grace, not apprehension. I have a long line of thoughts on my reminder-to-self list about why this next chapter is important, and I might share those here some day.

For now, here’s something I read a long time ago –

Kyun soche ki kya hoga.
Kuch nahi toh tajurba hoga.

Leaving it to destiny. To God. And a bit to myself and my substance.

P.S – Here’s to coming back to writing after 6 long years. Here’s also hoping it continues. I have a lot of lame thoughts about life and living that I should be pinning down, God willing.

A Lifetime of Hell

I had decided to write this post 4 years ago.

Because that was when I stepped into IIM Lucknow as a PhD student for the first time. And I knew I have to write about it when I complete 4 years on 16th June, 2018. And here we are today!

What a wonderful 4 years it has been. So much so that I have been making drafts of this post in my head for 10 days now. That’s what I do now – make drafts. Because, PhD. Which reminds me – 4 years of Hell. And what a beautiful, stunning hell to be honest! I have lived as much in these 4 years, if not more, as I had lived in the 24 years before coming here. Yet, it feels like I haven’t lived at all.

It’s a long time and PhD is a long journey for anyone to think about who they are and what they want with life. A lot of people believe that PhD is a lonely journey and it is. But it also is a time that if managed well will bring you closer to yourself. In the last few years, I have met some brilliant people, some not so brilliant people; re-discovered the meaning of friendships, learned to let go of things and people, realized that I cannot chase anyone in my life (except maybe a few friends), understood that one cannot stop living while one anticipates about ‘what next’… and much more.

It might look like I did everything except my PhD work! But I am about to finish so I also did learn – deadlines are okay in life ЁЯЩВ

From surprise birthdays to not-so-surprising birthdays, dinner and dance parties to terrace nights, movie marathons to Varanasi trips – it’s been one lifetime of beautiful Hell. The winters of Hell are typically akin to the phrase – ‘Hell freezing over’. But as Albert Camus says, “In the midst of winter, I found there was within me, an invincible summer” –

The one thing that I am most thankful to this place for is that it gave me an opportunity to devote quality time for learning meditation and Kriya Yoga. It has been life changing, life affirming, ground breaking, and much more. I do not have enough words to phrase together what it means to have found this path in life. It’s like an invisible insulation, a talisman that I carry within myself. I could talk for hours about this, but that’s for another day.

As I reach the penultimate few months in these ‘hallowed portals’, I can’t wait to write the acknowledgement of my thesis. I have kept it for last; as a symbol of wrapping up the big adventure I undertook 4 years ago. All set for beginning new chapters, ready to fall, get up, and laugh (though probably not immediately), to soar (not much of a roarer anyway), and to see what’s in store next.

And if you ever want to do a PhD, don’t hesitate. You will probably have the time of your life. Or, a great story to tell ЁЯЩВ

4 years! PHEW !!!

Silhouette Memory

A little background:

It’s a poem that I came across while taking a walk down the memory lane. In a not-dusty corner of an old drawer (because, you know, mothers clean everything ЁЯШЫ ) back at home, I found my dusty, yellowing old diary. It smells of old pages and childhood stupidities. And it also looks like my progress report, from literature that has appealed me as a naive kid to literature that has appealed me as a useless teenager ЁЯША

Not much progress, if I must say.

I found this poem among those pages. It was written in 2004 on a train journey back from a one day school trip to Bhubaneshwar (a luxury and a delight back then). The idea of listening to the ‘discourse’ of teachers back then somehow appealed to me a lot (kind of explains the career choice I have made for myself). And that’s why, one would have found me on that cold winter evening sharing a coop with a few teachers and some unwilling, reluctant friends whom I dragged along with me. Best 3 hrs of my life!

It was in this time, this era, that this poem was written. Patro Sir (our Odiya teacher) wrote this, in what seems like a thoughtful, ephemeral epoch which was inspired by an undisturbed seating beside the window with the cold winter wind stirring those deeply settled emotions. He retrieved it from the fathoms of his thoughts on paper in Odiya. And then Mishra Sir (English teacher) translated it for the benefit of the less able like me. I am having to assume that he knew Patro Sir fairly well (they are neighbors, till date) for the remark that “It’s almost as if I have written it.” had been made after he went through the translation. For only the one who knows the poet well can translate poetry with such accuracy. Rest is just speculation.

As for me, I quickly copied the poem because I knew there will be a day, far away from that day, when I would understand the poem. I am just glad I had access to paper that day. Needless to say, this was the best part of the trip.

Enough with the background. Here’s the poem:

Perhaps thou…
To this unification of time
These ecstasy and sensations
In this eternal kingship
Of rope
Will tie

Or

Being selfish
To the ingredients of solitary progress of longings
Gathering & gathering
Will wipe it out.

Today’s memory within
Tomorrow’s
Self centered endless deeds

But,

I will store in my mind
With secret care
In an iron box,
Or made of silver
In a gold covering
Today’s memory.

If I get relaxation,
From the materialistic world’s
Fixed routines
I shall open
Very often
In solitude,
When you will come
To my memory
In your present
Or past.

Your silhouette memory.┬а

~ U. C. Patro (Translated by Sribatsa Mishra)

P.S – For the ones with a challenged vocabulary, Silhouette [sil-oo-et] means an outline or a shape (for e.g. taking a picture against the sun would give you a beautiful silhouette. For reference, check the blog header.)