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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

The Penh Diary

A decade of doing the same thing: same firm – same apartment – same social circle and i started feeling like a fish out of water. In spite of living in Bombay for over 12 years now, i never felt like i belonged there. I desperately needed a change.  Time to shake things up i decided. And just like that i applied to the first interesting working holiday option i found: running a theatre for expats in Phnom Penh. No money was to be exchanged but i would get free accommodation and alcohol in exchange for manning the theatre for 5-6 hours.

My decision was met with a lot of skepticism and envy. People were either blown away by the idea, wishing they could do it as well or thought i had simply lost the plot! Don’t you have bills to pay? What about your job? Why would you work for free? How will you survive?

One week prior to departure:
Left office with my boss for one of my last client meetings only to go down and find my entire team waiting for me with flowers announcing that there was NO client meeting but this was actually my send off party. I was whisked away to Karjat to bosses farmhouse where i was treated like a princess: my favourite f&b, loads of extremely thoughtful presents and a colleague playing the guitar. Only when ‘”hope you have the time of your life’ was being played did it actually hit me for the first time.  I was leaving my entire support system behind! Loads of farewells followed through the week and i was humbled by all the love and affection, but this love and affection was killing me inside, as suddenly I didn’t want to leave. Several meltdowns later i managed to board my flight.

Day 1
I arrive in a daze. On entering the apartment i went into shock mode. It was a sweet but very basic apartment. On days when the temp was on the wrong side of 30 degrees here was my room with a table fan! I missed the comfort of my house already and wasn’t sure if i should even unpack. My new boss came by the apartment and brushed off my concerns saying i would be just fine. My brother told me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I went to bed miserable.

Day 2
Woke up starving, stocked up on groceries and entered the kitchen someone I have not been seeing eye to eye with since forever! Struggled for two hours, burnt my hand in the process but enjoyed the meal. And then I see a fridge magnet that was screaming for my attention ‘There will come a time when you feel everything is finished, that will be the beginning. At the theatre I met a lot of interesting people who were traveling through, a lot of them had left their base a couple of years back and were just cruising around, taking each day as it came, but they all looked so happy and content. Was I clutching on too hard to the very things I wanted a break from? 

Day 3
Watched ‘The girls of Phnom Penh’ a film that highlights the reality of the sex trade in Cambodia.  I get that the country has been through a lot which has impacted their thinking capacity thanks to the Khmer Rouge but to actually believe that sleeping with a virgin will give you a long life and youthful appearance is a bit much to digest. These men obsessed with this idea are forcing agents to get them girls as young as 12 years to satisfy their hedonistic desires. Once a girl loses her virginity she is of the marriage market and thus the vicious circle continues. This use and throw attitude was impacting so many poor girls lives. Can’t really compare this to how we tend to at times use and throw people in our lives, everyone has done it at some point and everyone has suffered at some point, no connection between the two but got me thinking.

Day 4
Eureka day! Was chatting with a guest who had lived in 4 different continents in the past 2 years and didn’t know where his next job would take him i asked him if he missed home? ‘Home is where you have friends and family I have a family back home whom I am in touch with and I make more friends everyday than you can imagine?’ But how do you pack for two years? I came for two months with 47 kg! ‘Everything I own fits in my backpack I don’t need anything more. And suddenly it dawned on me backpacking was the epitome of some things The Bhagwad Gita repeatedly talks about. 1 Kill the I: when you need to start afresh everyday you have to be humble about it so the ego cannot come into play.  2 No attachment: how could you get attached to things when you had to carry everything in a 3 – 4 litre bag, you would stick to the bare necessities; thus living simply. No attachment to friends either as everyone is just passing through. 3 Observe things that happen to you without reacting or expecting: Everyday is a new experience and when you are backpacking you are usually just soaking it all in.

Day 5
Running the theatre is pretty simple once you get the hang of it. I had a lot of guests come in at the same time, which resulted in several blunders; I goofed up at things that were idiot proof! This experience put me right back in my place. Back home at work I usually have zero tolerance for incompetence and here I was making the most inane mistakes. Newfound respect for all ALL service staff.

Day 6
Sat in for the screening of the film ‘WILD’, cried through the film when as I compared the protagonists journey for self exploration with my own, not quite the same path but I always knew I needed to get away to sort out my head and figure my next move. That night I cycled back from work feeling liberated enjoying the wind blowing through my hair.

Day 7

I walked to the river front in the eve and watched the world go by, I don’t know what I want to do next, don’t know where I want live either. But I do know that this self-imposed exile of sorts is very important for my growth as a person and I love the fact that everything is up in the air. Till then as a friend advised I am going to  ‘Sit, relax, learn, love, accept, let go and come back (or not) full of inspiration and cheer’. Amen.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013



01-01-2013


1st Jan 2013 was and rather is a day I have been obsessing about, while several things around me were falling like a pack of cards one and only one conviction kept me going. The fact that I needed to hang on till the 1st of Jan 2013.

Besides the several mundane resolutions one tends to list down and eventually make a mockery of, I have ‘for once’ decided to look at the bigger picture. This is not just another date to strike off on the calendar, it’s a chance to re boot your life and re arrange things the way you would like them to be. While the possibility of those situations boomeranging precariously looms overhead, the sheer notion of being given a clean slate to write the story of your life is rather empowering.

Currently intoxicated by the theory of ‘everything is possible’,  am off with a song in my heart and a spring in my step to carefully carve out my own destiny.

Happy New Year everyone.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

I.N.V.I.C.T.U.S

For those who are looking for inspiration here is an incredible poem by William Ernest Henely written in  1875. Invictus means 'unconquerable' in Latin, once you absorb and grasp the magnitude of these lines you will be propelled to either create something fantastic or become a force to reckon with :)
This was a source of inspiration to Nelson Mandela during this captivity, for starts it inspired me enough to blog after a year!


Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 
William Ernest Henley

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Hit me baby, one more time!

You know how every once in a while, your life feels like it’s been hit by a tornado, and the one thing that mattered to you is atrociously and menacingly snatched away? Time passes, wounds miraculously heal and u pretend to be a wiser person thinking you have seen it all. Now you can withstand anything, boom! your hit again, and the vicious circle continues.

The past 30 hours have been more than that for me. The thing/people I really need at this point of my life let me down in a manner that has shattered me such that I could spend a lifetime trying to collect the pieces and still not complete the jigsaw. Ironically before I even had time to nurse my wounds I have deviously been transported to a situation where I have no option but to be happy for the sake of someone else, due to what that person is currently going through! So am basically dangling between immense grief and inexplicable joy and excitement. Am mentally partying with the grief but physically hanging out with the joy and excitement.

The internal trauma is killing me as is the façade of being happy. I feel betrayed, hurt, alone, leaning precariously close to plunging into depression. My best friend just left the country, my other main support system is out of a mobile network range, and another is occupied in her own domestic ho hum. Struggling to hold on to something that would prevent me from collapsing under the heavy burden that I have to bear all alone, only to realise that the secure strapping that held me together all along are the ones that have actually collapsed. I feel I cant face the world anymore, can never resume work and the list in endless.

While choking on my tears I tried to convey to an acquaintance what I was going through (I shamefully must admit though that she has been through much much much more that I have), that didn’t prevent her from genuinely sharing my grief, comforting me, and ending the conversation with this too shall pass …

And how true is that? Right now I feel am the saddest person on the planet, could share the tragic scenario that I have just passed, and you would say ah its okay, pull yourself together. The reason u cant share my grief is because ur not a part of the soul stabbing questions that are flooding my thoughts … why me? How could he/she do/say this to ME? After all I am his/her, grand daughter, best friend, sister,daughter,girlfriend. Am allowing these pity laden thoughts to have a feast at my expense. Hoping to move on, collect all those scattered pieces, and glue myself together. Easier said than done, well then again …

I KNOW for a fact that a couple of months later I will be in a position to laugh at this situation and amuse myself at the way I reacted and thought the world is going to end, at how I wanted to prove to people that what I was going through was far more tragic, than anything else they have endured. Well then women do have a tendacy to play melodramatic don’t they ? That’s my excuse for the long face, whats yours?

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The great Indian Common Wealth Games Saga …


I used to hold my head up high,
Proudly state am an Indian without letting out a sigh!

Today the whole world is mocking my pride,
And I will never Ever be able to take that in my stride.

2003 was the year we were given a chance,
2010 and we will never get a second glance.

We are the land of Kalpana Chawla and Arya Bhatta,
Organising a world class event will not cause a flutter.

But first Mr Kalmadi must fill his coffers, I hope u understand,
Pray do not bother him with trying to make a bridge stand.

We won’t kill our guests with faulty infrastructure says Sheila Dixit,
We were targeting ordinary spectators who are used to this shit.

Please don’t forget we have also made a global village to accommodate our athletes,
In fact we also decorated it with shit, piss and fleas.

I shall forever be indebted to you my dear Mr kalmadi,
For steadily ignoring the nations plea.

The panache with which you have wiped out India's name,
I really wonder was it worth your personal gain?

Sunday, March 28, 2010

The facebook Syndrome…


Am quite astounded by the compulsive need to constantly stay ‘connected’ Call it keeping in touch with friends via popular social networking sites or merely keeping up with times, but this fad sure has us all hooked.

I was socially boycotted, when I wasn’t prompt enough in signing up to facebook some 3 odd years ago. Look I am really not a technically savvy person AT ALL! Even starting this blog has been mental torture for me, I hate to admit I spent 2 excruciating weeks trying to figure it out. So the point being that i was just getting the hang of orkut when along came this flamboyant cousin fb who was constantly showing off in my face till I eventually booked myself in.

Result being I now not only had orkut to figure out and update, but facebook had been added to my agony list as well! Eventually I did get the hang of it and life went on … but the frenzy refused to die down everyone was and still is quite gung-ho about updating their profiles, uploading snaps, tagging each other, commenting, poking and what not. Orkut has now become the poor distant cousin u don’t want to be seen in public with. Whereas facebook is advocated by the ‘wannabe’ and ‘elitist’ alike.

What does this site have that has gotten all of us hooked and booked? Me thinks fb makes us feel like celebrities. One never knows when one could get written about or when one’s snap could be put up, people will ha and ho over it. Then they will comment on it, u will either get flattered or upset. Regardless you are in the lime light right? Any publicity is good publicity sounds familiar?! We most often than not put up a status update with the intention of influencing one person/group or another. We want people to comment on it, in the absence of which we get dejected and work harder on thinking of a wittier one! We write things for effect. We send virtual flowers, cakes and gifts to each other. We spend hours toilling away on an online farm and feeding virtual animals !!!

We click snaps just so they can be put up on fb, “oh and don’t forget to tag me okay!” Our social status depends on how cool our fb page looks, who we friends with, how many people comment on our status updates/snaps. Some 0.5% people are solely there for the networking. But for the rest of us what better way to snoop around our friends/enemies/ ex boyfriends/current boyfriends/ siblings and those distant cousins we detest right?

We check fb updates … which reminds me need to wind this up as I need to check my fb account, not checked it in the last 7 mins that I have been writing this blog OMG !!!!

Come to think of it we even write blogs so that people can read them and leave nice comments which make us feel good about ourselves (the non flattering ones we have an option of deleting) Signing out with tongue firmly in cheek :-p

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The death of a dream ...


It hit me on the New Year party we had this year in Udaipur. While partaking in the joyous revelry that was much due, I was asked a very innocuous question. The star of the show I was working on gave me a generous amount of credit for making a very significant contribution to the show.

On hearing this, the channel head, in a manner befitting a king, said okay jahnvi we grant you a wish, ask for anything you want. Me being a huge fan of the channel head, I was stumped. I knew I couldn’t ask for something naive wanting to make a good impression and all! But the fact is that for the life of me I didn’t know what to ask for. And to add to my dilemma I saw my boss merrily approaching my group of innocent tormentors. Kicking myself mentally I chided myself for not having a readymade witty answer. Sigh there goes my vision of a bright professional future …

Then the cynic in me came alive and I meekly tried an escape route by saying “two drunk men granting me a wish, of course, we will all remember this conversation in the morning” ha that would shut them up. ‘If u don’t believe in your wish it will never come true’, was the channel head’s prompt retort. Damn damn damn kill me somebody, who would’ve guessed such a simple question could cause such agony. Time was running out as was the groups patience, so I shared my dream of going abroad for a month to celebrate my birthday every year … I know I know it sounded bizarre to me even as I said it. I was mentally dismissed by all the ‘bada log’ standing there, who of course covered that deserving thought with polite smiles.

Party ended, self image shattered, but my ongoing debate with myself refused to die down. The eternal optimist in me declared that our scriptures have taught us that we should all strive to reach a stage of having zero desire. Bravo I had successfully attained what others strive to accomplish in a lifetime, by giving up material possessions etc etc.

Rubbish rebuked the ego that had been severely hurt by my behaviour; you are not even capable of having a single sane thought that was supposed to be in your favour?? Disgusting!

When the various battles going on inside by head had died down, I started analysing this supposedly insignificant but impactful incident. A part of me genuinely doesn’t want anything more than I already have. I am quite happy and content being where I currently am. …. Or come to think of it am I content with just being?

Rewind to ten years back when I was in college. I wanted to rule the world, I had a vision, and above all I had an insatiable passion for things. My regular day included college, my French diploma classes, classical music training, part time work, planning extra curricular activities for the various clubs I was a part of in college, going out and getting funds to see the activities through, attending street plays, music concerts, basket ball matches … I had a healthy rapport with a couple of groups of friends I regularly hung out with … AND I had a steady boyfriend which trust me is no less than a full time job  I went to sleep exhausted but satisfied, eager for the night to quickly get over so I could start a new day and go conquer new quests.

I had always said that give me a fully paid world tour on one side and a chance to visit Pakistan on the other and I would without second thought choose the later. I have my reasons for wanting to visit Pakistan but that’s another story. I still harbour that dream … why then did it slip my mind?

Today I have the resources that I lacked in my college days; to go and do all the extra curricular activities I aspired to be given a chance to do., I happen to know a few people at the right places and I possess a more refined know - how of the correct way of approaching and tackling issues that are close to my heart. But I don’t do a thing. I am content with my salary that lets me indulge myself in an insignificant manner;

Why? When did my life change so much from wanted to conquer the world to being happy to just exist? Wanting to shine like a star, to being content by just being a part of the crowd? Why have I become so mechanical in life. Home gym work friends home!

But u know what hurts more than anything else? Not the fact that I lack passion for the things I wanted to do, but the fact that I don’t aspire to be or do anything anymore. I strongly feel that we seek in times of turbulence and peace brings static. That’s what I am currently facing. Peace harmony, no real challenges, today is like yesterday and tomorrow will be like today. HOW BORING! I have and always will detest predictability.

As my favourite line from kungfu panda goes “ yesterday was the past forget it, tom is the future await it but today is gift which is why its called present” So now that I have rediscovered the gift am going to make the most of it. No more ‘chalta hai’ attitude.

When I look around me I see a lot of friends, colleagues, acquaintances suffering from the same syndrome. Either going about things on autopilot. No zest no enthusiasm whatsoever. Or they have gotten so caught up in fulfilling their dreams that they are skipping through the most important phase of their lives, the present! Come guys lets shake out of it. Let’s take out time to smell the flowers shall we?

Here’s to a more exciting and emotionally fulfilling journey henceforth. I will chase that dream if I have to …. But I ain’t letting it die just yet nah not so easily!