A wound that I nurtured

I know it sounds gross but I actually have a very nasty boil on my stomach, and boy it hurts L L. Something that I cant control but I have to nurture it round the clock, taking care that no one bangs into me or I sure will bang them. I almost feel like a pregnant woman, who is taking care of her baby. The main difference here is I don’t want this baby. Due to this I am super cranky, feverish, irritated and practically bed ridden.

Apart from my very defective body, I also have a defective ear (I am partly deaf). This is the occurrence of my constant endeavor with the ear bud. The ear bud company is fine, but I just like to attack the root cause of the situation (pun intended). Nothing that I can do now, but take care of it and ensure it gets better. If you look at it, many things can be controlled. Like my little experiment my weight for the matter of fact are the main cause of the boil.

Just like that all of us nurture certain wounds from relationships. My mother, sister, father, friend, colleagues any body. We all just find a reason to continue nurturing this wound. Not matter how bad or rotten, we still need it like a constant reminder of what happened to us. Let go people. Life is too short for all this mess. You have two options in life either you hold or you let go and embrace the future. The choice is all ours.

Nurture the joy not the pain, nurture the happiness not the sorrow. Its your life make a choice and make it fast.

PS – It hurts man… sob sob…. L L

The God of convenience's

I can't get up on Sunday morning to go to church .. Why do I need to pray only on a Wednesday and Friday... Why fast... God does not want to see me hungry.. Blah blah blah!!!

There are rules and there are people who follow it religiously. Whether it has meaning or not but we still do. We twist and turn custom as per our comfort. This little piece of information is true for all cultures and religions.

Incident 1: The broken statue

I was cleaning my alter at home and there I notice that one of mother Mary's statue is broken. Since I have another statue I will absolutely fine to discard it. So I keep this on the table and tell my mom to discard it. Mom in return informs me that she will do it next week when she goes to church. Which simply translates to leave it, I will do when when I feel. So being a little irritated, I volunteered to do it my self. My sister is super upset because I am practically throwing away God from my house. She asks me " how will u discard it". I said I will throw it in the dustbin what else. To which she is hysterical and give me a look as if I have just ordered the destruction of the planet. I then go on to ask her what to do, to which she says either u give it to the church or put it in the water. I have a really hard time absorbing this information and I jump asking her "what".. Her usual response " what, what??" Just don't use ur brains and do it. The conversation gets more interesting. What will the church do?. The and was more amusing. Let them do whatever they want you don't use ur head.

The church would also crush these statues and then dispose them in the dustbin. Most of these statues are made of plastic so discarding them in water is the worst idea thus spoiling the most beautiful creation of God.

Incident no 2-

My neighbour is a nice, very religious lady. Her day starts with cleaning the house , then taking a shower, prayers etc. One day she saw me throwing away my used garland in the regular waste. She hysterically asks me "yeh kya kar rahi hain" (what are u doing). I said " kachra phek rahin hoo" .  As per her I should preserve this in a plastic bag and then respectfully throw it away. That's exactly what she does. So all those flowers will be rotting away in a plastic for a month and its finally given to someone to dispose them of. I was just curious.. What's different in what I do. I just have a daily process and not monthly activity. I tried to explain all these facts, but it was to no avail.

Incident 3-
Same Aunty has a fast today. And she's stocked up sabudana, mungfali , potatoes, fruits, some singhada atta paratha etc etc. All these things ensure that you stomach is over stuffed so its technically not a fast. The sages who introduced these wanted to pass on a simple message. Let your body relax and your mind be nourished . but then we have made it convenient for us all.  Upwas mein yeah sab chalta hain.

Incident 4 -  The ganpati pandal.

I have amazing memories of this festival
It included a ten day celebrations in the form of melas , food, orchestra etc. But now it's so commercialised. During one of these days I visited on pandal and my.. It was beautiful. But the issue with this was the music,while we were waiting in line the songs that we heard were munni badnaam hui and sheila ki jawani. People are visiting a holy place you can play this crap. Some men in the crowd start swaying to this in the line. I don't get it. Why do we have to commercialise God?

All these incidents are from my experience with God. From where you belong, any religious, caste, community, does not matter. Our rituals are all the same. God is not found only in temples or churches or in statues. If you cannot keep God in your heart then you will only complicate your life.! Keep God simple and you will be happy.

Thank You Wali Aunty

Well, my day started nothing different. Same silly train, same silly life. In all this madness, reaching home early was like an achievement. It just felt like winning a gold medal in the swimming competition or like climbing the mount Everest. I reached station before the sun could actually set. In all this I got a call from my mother asking about my wear abouts. This is one activity for my mom that is equivalent to going to church or cooking etc. Its her daily job and she does it religiously. 

I receive the call and mom started her routine question, where are you, had something, did you eat wada pav etc etc. I happened to realize that she is in the train just behind me. So we decide to meet on the station and go home together. She finally arrives and we start walking together. The first halt of our epic journey was the pani puri wala. Later, as we start walking home, my mom get a call from my sister stating that my niece wants to eat chicken curry made by mom. With a big smile she leads me the the best chicken shop in the vicinity. I dont know whats best about it as all the shops sell  chicken. Nevertheless, I just walk the long journey with her. 

On our way, we make various pit stops like the pudinawala, the mirchi wala, the lasoon wala etc etc. while collecting the samaan from everyshop my mom ensured that she said "Thank You" in return. This small gesture always brought a smile to every small vendor, who now felt as important as the others. This was infectious as the next customer that they greeted was a happy one.

This entire episode brought back my memories of my childhood. Being brought up in a small city, you know the importance of smaller things in life. When i was a child i used to visit mom to various vegetable vendors in the city. Because she was a regular there all the vendors used to call her "Thank you wali Aunty". Being villager, they never knew the meaning of this word, so mom used to say thank you and translate that in Hindi saying "Dhaniywaad". The smile on their faces was unimaginably. Mom has not changed from then to now. The thank you still remains.

My mom may not have the best of resources, the world of money, but the one thing she taught us is to be humble and grounded. Where ever you go in life never forget your roots. She had her moments, her days, her anger, her reasons, her computer illiteracy, her love but she stood by us like rock solid and never left us. She is still connected with the invisible umbilical cord. I guess that what mothers do. 

Not sure if I can ever become the second "Thank you wali Aunty", but I can ensure to pass this on to my next generation. Love you mom!!!!

Me, Myself

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away to the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover"

Three loves that I have finally recognised. Food, Dance and Entertainment. At the end of the day the best way to unwind is switch on the music and pretend that I am a yashraj heroine with a yashraj hero, on the Alps dancing to a romantic number just makes my day. There is no one judging you, appraising you, commenting on you but just you in the solace of time.

Trying to loose my excess weight is another challenge that I face, but as I said every problem has a solution, so I found mine. "Zumba". Weight loss in the fun way.. I found some class and enrolled for a free session. Being an Indian anything that come free brings a twinkle in my eye and a smile on my face.

So I catch a fast train (out of desperation) and reach the venue around 40 mins early. Waiting at the entrance was the only option that I had. Sitting and twittering I peak through the glass and see some teenagers dancing. I was mesmerised. Not by what they did, but how they did it. At that moment I regretted not taking up my this love for dancing when I had the time. I wish I had learnt dance professionally when I was in my teens, in my 20. Life would have been different. I was this cute naive little girls lost in my own confusing world. Food became my friend instead of my strength. All that was added was the pile of excess weight on my body.

There are so many thing I regret not doing in my twenty's. And there will be so many things that I will regret not doing when I am old. Truly said, in your death bed you will not appreciate the things that you did did but the ones that you never did.

Life is tooo small. There is no rewind button. Do what you always wanted to do. Something that makes you happy. It's the moments that's build your memory not what you achieved. So lets dream and live life never to regret.

Enjoy!!!!

Engagment Hustle

This post is dedicated to my best friend Amisha..... The woman who knows me much better than I do my self. I love you Sweetheart..muaaahhh...

Here I am sitting at her engagement party. I am super excited, more than her (I guess). I reach the venue all decked up and try to locate the bride. Completely unaware of the setting I find myself a seat and start looking out for the princess in the crowd. Suddenly I see a couple walking towards the podium. For me the moment actually stood still. Amisha was looking fabulous. Like any blushing embarrassed bride she walked towards the stage and wondered whats next. She was escorted by her family to a beautiful bridal chair. She sat there a little clueless, confused. Next to a man she just met. A man who will be her husband. I was all blushing and happy for her. A little emotional too. We had waited this for this moment our entire life and we were right there. 

Suddenly, my mind is distracted,  the caterer walked in front of me carrying amazing fried corn cheese balls. Having just recovered from jaundice I was advised to maintain a strict diet and not eat any outside food.  So when I give up my very strong will, its the caterer to be blamed and its entirely his fault. I pick up just one to try and I am already in fried food heaven. The caterer again tempted me and I gobbled up more. I lost count and gave up. This was followed by chilly cheese toast, Hot Kesar milk, rabdi ... Omgggg.... everything that I wanted so desperately. I am now looking for a lawyer to file a case of mental harassment against the caterer.

Coming back to the main topic the engagement. Amisha was looking as lost as anyone would be. All I did was occasionally asked her to smile, which that girl was trying very hard to. All this got me to think about the stress that a girl has to go through on her wedding day. It looks like a military parade. Get up .. Sit down.. Put the ring. ... cut the cake ......sit down..

It's a beautiful day, for her for, her fiancee. Let them relax , understand, breathe in the moments. 

Having said that I am very very happy for her. I have seen her struggle, her tears, her love , everything and it just makes me feel like a very proud parent that my best friend is finally settling down with the man that she wants to. All the best dear. You both make an amazing couple!!!!

OMG here he comes again.. this time he set up an entire buffet. I take a glass of chaas and search for my lawyers number. 

What if there were no trees.

Good Morning everyone.

Schools is fun and educational, but the best part of my day is the time when mumma tells me a story from her childhood. When my mumma was small she had a best friend. His name was barky and  he was a tree. Yes a small tree. My munna used to tie a rope on the bark of the tree and swing on it for a long time. She also made a small tree house where she and her friends used to hide, laugh, eat snacks. It was so much fun.

With all this thoughts and stories I went to sleep and in my dreams saw my self on the tree having fun. I laughed, fell down and had lots of fun i. I woke up to realise that it was just a dream. Then when the school announced this elocution completion, the only though that Came to my mind was all the fun that the children will miss if trees are not there

I know that trees are Important. They give us food, oxygen, help in rain, reduce landslide, provide shelter. They help purify the environment. But what they do most is give us the joy and love that we children need. The opportunity to play, climb trees, get wet in the rain. Tree make this earth look beautiful . they make us live healthy. Therefore save trees for us children and for the future.

Thank you.

It My Choice, It My life - Respect it

Before you all start thinking about the connectivity between this blog and most famous/controversial video by Deepika Padukone's "Its My Choice", yes its the source of the inspiration.

I have been a big harper of the fact that its my life and I will do whatever it takes for me to live life on my terms. But somehow this gets translated to the term arrogance. We are doing what others want us to do. For the best example, I have to marry so that my parents social status remains intact. Welcome to the middle class family story. Its like those typical bollywood stories of the 70s, A helpless mother, an old father, an unwed sister sitting near the window awaiting her prince on the white horse. If we are talking about the 70's then lets make on thing clear, women at that times never had much options. They were barely educated, ambitious and social. The only reason why they existed in this world is to get married, have sons and haress thier daughter in laws. And if by mistake they had girls then its like the worst crime that poor women has committed. She becomes a helpless poor soul searching for rich grooms for her daughters so that she can pay them dowry in return for their daughters.........Bullshit!!!!

Lets face it people we are living in 21st century and I am in  a much better position today. If I don't want to get married I don't. Its as simple of that. But.... We still live in a very dilusional world, so my choice becomes my arrogance. Well so be it. This videos about My choice comes in the right time and I share it with my sister. She does not agree to certain parts of the videos which is fine as she is entitle to her opinion. But making a mockery of this is an old habit that may not die fast. So there comes jokes, sub videos and message, which trust me are hilarious and super funny. 

The issue here is that people have understand that others too have a choice, you got to respect it. By mocking someone and saying "Let her learn the hardway" or her mind is getting rusted" or "Shes frustrated" does not help. Its simple, I don't like florescent so I wont wear it. I don't believe in marriages I wont get married. ITS MY CHOICE.

Life is all about the choices we make and the path we choose to get there. I strongly believe that there is no right and wrong in anyone's life. Its a choice that I made, respect it.

The Great Expectation

The absence of something make you realise the importance of it in your life. I hate summers. The only reason why I always waited for this season is mangoes and my birthday. Mangoes are now easily available in all seasons thanks to this new era of technology "Har Mausam Aam" and birthdays are now meant to be spent in solitude. But nevertheless i still hate summers. Sometimes it makes me wonder if we have switched the planetary position with Venus? It just gets hotter by the day. This is when I realised the importance of rains. Since then I have been singing. Rain Rain come again... Little nattu
wants to play... Lolzz

With all these thoughts I walked by the station heading towards my cute little paradise called home, I stumbled upon two incidents. The first one goes like this. As I exited my office premise I started walking on the pathway desperately trying to halt a taxi. There were two aunties already waiting on the spot before me. I continued to walk ahead and to my surprise a taxi agreed to drop me at my destination. This was not fair. They were waiting much before me. For a moment a did think to give them a ride, but taxiwalas here behave as if you have asked for their kidney or their liver. I didn't want to get into an argument so I royally ignored them and continued my journey to the station. Caught my train and headed home.

At my home station I came across the other incident. As I was climbing the bridge, there was a man in front of me. He skipped a step and fell. Like any normal person I leaped at him and offered my helping hand. He was up and promptly accompanied by his daughter. All I was expecting at this stage was a little "Thank You". However the uncle behaved as if nothing happened and just walked away like a normal Mumbaikar. I smiled and continued my journey.

These two accidents were very different, however still the same. The two aunties expected me to ask them for a lift while uncle did not even bother to say thank you. While helping others we often think what's in store me. Why should I do it? What will he do in return for me and when we do good to other we still complaint of how insensitive the other person can be. We, the civilised modern society are practically trained to expect something in return for everything that we do. That's exactly where we falter in our lives trying to find the perfect balance, the perfect mojo but we cannot fulfill everyone's expectations. All we can do is at least try to change something.

Hence this is the day I decide to lead my life by example. Do it yourself.. Inspire to aspire.. All the best...

The Missing Sunset...

Travelling by air has its own benefits or perks that you may call. You save time but you also get free goodies. The one in my collection is called the eye pack/ cover. Just tied it around your eyes and suddenly its night. The best part of a Sunday is when you wake up early morning, realise its a Sunday, put on your eye cap and go back to sleep. Classic.

But on the contrary, you don't really get to see the beautiful early morning sunrise. Very few people understand this as a spiritual experience.

In this super fast world, our individual lives have got complicated. Its just busy. Running after the train, catching the bus, trying to catch the auto back home. In all this mess we have forgotten to appreciate nature.

I left early from work today. Mom had given me a task to pick up some masala from churchgate ( her new obsession this month... Pickle making). I took the usually longer route to reach the shop. At 6.30 pm, the sun was beginning to set. The hazy orange sky made it look like a mosaic painting. It was beaaautifullll!!! ...... A little walk opened a new dimension for me. The beauty of nature. What was different about this you may ask. Nothing ... Nothing at all. What made all the difference is that I looked at the sunset today after so many days. Kept my phone in my pocket and just observed the beautiful serene nature.

Yes indeed,  it was a very spiritual experience. The sunrise gives us a new hope to live another day, but the sunset tell us to rest as another hectic day is awaiting me. The sunset was never missing, it was me that missed then entire point of it.

What women want??...... Just a little more

Travelling in the train daily could be the most barbaric experience you could ever have. You are crushed, bruised, tortured and strangled. And I don't mean it metaphorically, but literally barbaric. But it does show you who we as people have become. Its our choice that makes us barbaric. Nevertheless, its a brilliant time to reflect on various aspects of your life. Observing people who travel daily can be a very educating experience. So here's what I reflected on today.

My daily routine ensures that I take a fast train. Every morning and getting a seat to sit is like job none of us get paid for. With my skills (ahem ahem) I managed to  procure a seat. There was this another lady who was also boards the train with me. She has an arthritis problem and like a good Samaritan I offered my seat to her. With a gracious smile she sat and thanked me for it. Just after ten minutes she got up and asked me to sit for sometime. I insisted  that  she sits as we were already approaching the station. But she still did and said " Thoda baithne milega toh accha lagta hain, aap baitho". We all in our lives strive for that thoda extra. Whether its our personal problem or a commute issues, or our relationships.

This was exactly the problem i was facing with my other quest of finding a husband. What we women want is something that we women also don't know. I met this guy who had everything going. A good job, a stable income, a houses etc etc. But there was this something that was missing. I could not even talk to him or rather I had to become Dan brown to decipher his statements. I had made up my mind to cut  him out. My funda is very simple. If I can't talk to him I can't marry him. So a forced meeting on Sunday ensured that I did not take it forward and ended it there. This is exactly what I had planned for and exactly what I wanted.

I came home a little disappointed. I had no idea why. Was the feeling of ending a relationship killing or the fact that I may never find someone who loves me for who I am.  I was restless the whole night, had a very incomplete sleep. Turning from one side to the other, I don't know why. I wish he spoke well and had some manners. This is exactly the little more that we all look for in our lives.

Life is beautiful. The way it is given to us is amazing. What we make of this life is entirely our choice.  What differentiates us from the saint? .. Its the want for a little bit more. What is this want for that extra "more"? I have an amazing Honda city, but I still aspire to posses a BMW, that's "More". I think its pretty natural for  all of us. They call it ambition here

The want for that extra topping, the fourth seat in a local train, the words free on a product, we all want more. The day we realise that we should have what we need and not what we desire, our lives would be less complicated.  Life is a journey that you never planned for. So just walk!!!

The Swamy Family Bloodline

My name is Natasha Swamy. I have always been a curious soul searching for answers, information and anything that's entertaining. Well, being in this family, one thing that your never short of is entertainment. And trust me there's lots going on here :-).

Getting to the to the topic, the one thing that seriously snatched my curiosity is my bloodline(sounds very dan brown types) but yes, I  am curious. I am supposed to be a South Indian, and my mother tongue is Tamil. The interesting part starts here. My grandfather, my father, me have always been in Mumbai. If I ask my father about my native he says "Secundrabad". With that logic my mother tongue is supposed to be Telegu, Then why is my mother tongue Tamil?? I asked every person in my family who laughed it off saying " Let me call my ancestor and ask them". To no avail I finally had to figure it out myself.  So I started speaking to my grandmother but due to her age she could not remember much. However she still managed to give me juicy insight to her life.

So here is the puzzle that I managed to put into perspective of the "Swamy Family Bloodline”. There is not much know about my great great great grandfather, so I begin this story trailing the life of my great grandfather(GGF) and his name was Vednaigam Swamy. The date is the closest that I could arrive based on my fathers year of birth, but it could be a plus/minus here and there.

The story begins somewhere in the year 1910. GGF migrated from madras to Bangalore. By his name we can figure out that he must have been a Hindu. This community usually carried some reference to god. He had very humble beginnings. He didn't have a job or much education, so he joined with a truck driver as his assistant/cleaner. He had a brother as well but we don’t know much about him. GGF was an adventurer himself so he loved his profile and accompanied the driver to all his destinations. After a few years the truck driver was employed by the British for their work. This would earn an extra them buck and would allow them a great travel plan. The British went on a voyage to Burma. My GGF and his boss traveled with the British troops to this side of the world. 

This is not Annieamma.
  Its a mere depiction of what annieamma would have looked like

There he happened to see Annie Mary. I think he fell in love with her. And I arrive at this conclusion because GGF was a hindu and Annie was a Tamil Christian. He may have converted here for her. They were married around 1912-13. GGF brought Annie to India. She was fondly called "Annie amma". They settled in Bangalore and GGF joined the railways. They eventually had two children Manuel Arokiaswamy and Anthony ArokiaSwamy. 

Manuel (my grandfather)  was born in the years 1914. GGF was then posted at Igatpuri, this was the cooling hub for the Indian railways. GGF moved base to igatpuri with bag, baggage and family. He continued his life here. My grandfather grew here with his parents in a small house near the station. The Swamy family was a devout followers of St.Anthony. They had a small chapel built here where people from far and wide came to pray. 

The alter at Igatpuri that still remains

On such an occasion they had a group visiting to pray for their children. They were the “Murray Family”. During their visit, they discovered that the Swamy family was looking for a bride for Manuel and the Murray family was looking for a groom for their daughter Rosemary. As fate had it, they were married. Rosemary's father gifted her two houses in the main city of Mumbai as her wedding gift. 

Rosemary and Manuel shifted base to Mumbai and had 10 kids. Manuel carried his father name as south Indians do not have surnames.

However, his children carried the name of their grandfather instead of their fathers names. That’s how we became the “Swamy's”. Manuel worked in a private tyre manufacturing plant in Mumbai and my grandmother was a homemaker. 

Now, the second most interesting twist, how is my native "Secundrabad". Well to answers this question you need to first know your history well. The British had one motive or a logo " the sun would never set on the British empire".

This simply translates to the fact that the British wanted to capture the whole world.  Since they were in India, they had to break the monarchy of the existing rulers. Modern Secunderabad was founded as a British cantonment after the Nizam was defeated.When the British took charge of this city. They moved their troops from the cantonments on Madras to this new city. The newly migrated crowd made this their home. The adapted to the local culture and also changed their dilalect to suit the locals. This version is called the Secunderabad Tamil. If you wan to know more then please google it out.



All the kids are married and busy with their lives and settled in Mumbai.  There have been further additions like the grandchildren and great grand children.

Rosie Amma with her Sister Sisilia.. fondly called as Chitti...

Not much is known about Annie amma but of what I hear, she was a kind lady. Annie Amma passed away in Igatpuri and was buried there. A trip to igatpuri is not complete without a visit to her grave. GGF is buried in our family grave at Sewri, Mumbai. The house in Igatpuri was sold long time back due to financial difficulties. All that remains there is memories and St. Anthony’s Chapel which the locals still celebrate.  

The Statue still remains at Igatpuri

That's how we ended being the Swamy family.  Its always good to know your history.

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Lets Uncomplicate.............

This column of mine is purely dedication to my lovely sister who is a prime example of complication. My sister is a pretty sorted person. She can very well differentiate between the good and the bad, the right and the wrong. She has her priorities set straight. Then the question arises "why is she complicated?" Well to answer this let me first deviate a little.

  
Once upon a time (I so loveee this word) there was a man who was very intelligent, smart, witty, confidence, basically a guy who can fight the world alone with a sword. One day he set on a journey to visit the nearest kingdom to sell pots that he had made. He had heard from many travelers that there is a kingdom on the northeast path of his village. This kingdom was ruled by a very good king. He was kind, brave and courageous. The only one flaw that he had was his belief in his court astrologer. He could not take any decision without the consultation of this astrologer. The king would wear all the possible astrological symbols needed for him to succeed. Mr. Potter had heard that this king was a great businessman as well and his subjects would pay a good price for his pots. However, if the potter had to enter the kingdom he had to accomplish certain customs before he entered. He readily agreed as he wanted a good price for his pots. So he set sail on a long journey with all his pots. 


As advised by the others he had to first stop at the banyan tree and hang upside down for half a day. This custom, as believed by the local folklore and the king is useful to ward of the evil forces. Since you hang upside down the evil will fall off (wiered). Then as he moved ahead, he noticed a plain path which had thorny bushes all around. The stretch across was nearly 2 km. He had to roll on this path to ensure that evil forces are tired and leave the body. Now since this was a long path and the potter decided to carry his pots to the end of the road. Once he reached he kept his pots in a secure location and came back to the spot where he started. Now he had to roll for those two kilometres. By the time he reached the stretch he was all drained out and famished. He wanted to eat something but could not as he was advised against it. When he reached the place where his pots were kept he observed that a few pots were broken as the monkey were busy jumping on them. Hungry, tired, irritated he continued his journey. The next stop was local temple. This was the entry into the kingdom. However this would not be simple either. He would have to climb nearly 500 stairs on his knees. (Wow)... So our Mr. Potter being a very obedient student started to arrange himself to a position where he could climb the stairs. He did contemplate for a moment whether he should walk those mammoth stairs keeping his pots coming back, going back accomplishing his tasks and then finally picking up pots once done. But then he was so tired (physically and mentally) that he just wanted to get over with these stairs business. Like a very good student he arranged the pots on his head and started to climb the stairs. Trust me when I say this, that this was not easy.  

To climb the stairs on his knees and along with managing that basket of pots on his head was just next to impossible. But he never gave up. He started the long journey in the night. While he was walking, a few pots fell off and were instantly broken. This broke his heart as his hard work was wasted. He still continued his journey and somehow managed to reach the top. He entered the temple, collected the flowers and left. Since he was famished he sat near the edge of the temple trying very hard to keep his mind blank. Suddenly he saw a priest and curiously asked him about all these customs. The priest informed the potter about the king’s faith in blind faith was the route cause. As per him these custom was meant to tire the evil in you so that it does not come again. Irritated the potter rested for the night. The next day he arrived in the local market. Since his few pots were destroyed he immediately jacked up the rates. His pot now priced at twice his normal price. The potter waited for the entire day but failed to find any customer for the asking price. Fed up with all this he slashed the price of his pots to half and sold off all that he had. At the end of this day he sat down under a tree and reflected on the day. What had he achieved? The answer...... nothing. Like a fool he was hanging from the tree , rolled over the path, fought monkeys, climbed stairs on his knees and finally sold of his pots at half his price. Why did he do all this? Because people asked him to do it. This was the custom of the land. It was just done as people believed that this had some eternal meaning which could not be explained. Not one person gave a satisfactory answers to why was this done. All he wanted was a good price for his pots which he did not get. He just got up and walked away deciding never to ever do all of this again.

We are similar this potter in many ways. Our ancestors have told us something and we just illogically do it. Go the temple on sunday, do not enter the temple on those days of a month, put a black tikka on ur head. etc etc. I don't get it when people say that put a black tikka on your head to ward of evil however black is considered the sign of evil anyways. In India we remove nazar with salt as it wards of evil and if u keep salt near you house it will attract of evil (Utter bullshit).

Coming back to my sister. She is just like the potter in every way. She can fight the world with a sword single handed. But when it come to blind faith she will just do it as others have said it. Everything in life is beautiful. God made the good and then he made the bad also. Not that the bad will kills us and harm us but for us to understand what is good and what is bad. Have you ever wondered why these animals don’t follow all this bullshit that we do. Cause they are animals. They have not been given the power to reason. We have been given that power to reason. But don’t we just love to love to complicate everything. Why is that lady staring at me? My child will have a bad stomach if she stares at her milk bottle (cover it), others should not watch me eating food or I will have a stomach upset….. OMG .... 


But that’s her. I can change her and don't want to either. I hope she appreciate the most beautiful thing is life. There are no set rule, no definitions, no principles. Its just the way you like it and the way you want it. The nomads never wore clothes but we do, it our choice. We evolved due certain people who were outcaste from society for their different thinking. The reason I wrote this blog today is that I want people to see the simple beauty of life. What may be good for you may not be good for me. When you are on your death bed the only person you are answerable to is yourself and god. Live the life you want not what others want you to.     

Don't complicate... Let's uncomplicated!!!!

Jesus Christ - The true meaning

Its wired. As a normal Sunday ritual I was getting lectured by my father about how incomplete a Christian I am. Just because I don't attend Sunday day mass, my dad loves loves to question my faith in god and the way I am leading my incomplete life. He is also equally critical about his views in the way the priest are today but still ensures that all the customs and traditions are still followed.

On the contrary I just can't stand the way the church today functions. Its all looks like a very rehearsed play, that does not seem to change. On special occasions the services is tweeked by adding some specials elements like music and song. This keeps the crowd entertained. As a child I remember the beauty of the Sunday mass. Being utterly irritated and waking up early. Queuing to take a shower, put on your best clothes and shoes, powder up (as kids we were not allowed make up) and attend mass. During the service I have been pinched by my sister for sleeping during the sermon. The best past of the mass was the recessional hym and my personal favorite "Go the mass has ended, go and tell the world".

However the utter most joy was when we left the church and went shopping with my granny. The Sunday market used to bustling with fresh produce from the local farmers, the fresh catch of the day from the sea, the chickens chirping their way etc etc. Going home and mixing all those ingredients to make the perfect Sunday dish. Usually a delicious curry and rice.

But all these customs still do not establish the importance of god in our lives. Jesus for me in one word I my best friend. He understands everything I want to say even before I say and this is what sometimes I feel. The bible has different versions of stories and take about god and his punishment if we do not do something. But that's exactly when Jesus came to this earth to simplify things for me. He gave me only one commandment." Love one another as I have loved you". Also I find it very funny and hypocritical when people talk about very big things.. Like Jesus gave his life for us, took away my sins, cleaned me with his blood.. etc etc. etc. I could never understand any of these notion till date. I tired my level best to understand but could not get my thinking to it. 

Then one fine day I was hit by a lighting bolt (metaphorically of course). I was attending easter mass and I was staring at the cross and then I realized. Jesus taught me one thing that no one else taught me that is  "forgiveness". It simply translates to he took away my sins by forgiving me. He cleansed me within his blood by giving me another chance. He gave me a new life by telling me its OK but don't give up. We as Christians just need to understand one thing that the purity of the cross can only be maintained if I have forgiven and have forgotten. If I cannot do this very basic thing that I do not deserve to go to church and pray to god.Love as I have loved you and forgive as I have forgiven you. If we as human beings understand this one principal then the world be a much beautiful place to live in.

And remember the best change can be within you. Don't change the world... start with changing your thinking. The world  will change on its own. This my simple motto for life. Don't complicate things. The more simple you make the more easier it would be.

May god bless you and give you peace in your live. Take care!!