You Will Always Remain Relevant

I don’t trust words, I trust vibes. People can tell you anything, but a vibe tells you everything.

Read this somewhere …it made sense as I could co-relate with my experiences.

It was a beautiful morning…

I splashed water on my face and was ready with my walking shoes for my favorite activity – morning walk.

Lovely breeze… little mist in the air…crystal clear environment…lush green lawns…palm trees swaying …no vehicles on the road…absolute treat for people like me who love to walk in the mornings.

The cool breeze on my skin felt refreshing; I walked more than my usual rounds and enjoyed.

With mind full of positivity I walked back and as I entered the hall I was offered my favorite tender coconut water and I felt pampered.

No, I am not at some health spa or a resort….and no uniform clad staff is pampering me.

I am at my co-sister’s home and the lovely gesture was from none other than my co-sister.

You know what; these little gestures from people make me feel loved or for that matter anybody would feel loved and wanted.

My co-sister came into the family good 13 years after I walked into my second home; my parents’ home always being my first home.

Even before she walked into this home, I had made up my mind that I will bond with her. Mind it, I did not even know who would be the girl but still I had this strong desire that whoever she be, I will have great relations with her.

You see, if you have strong positive desire, you will find that things start working in your favour to help you achieve your desire. The same thing happened here; my co-sister turned out super sensible and my job became super simple. I did not have to make extra efforts to maintain good relations; it became effortless.

Hats off to this generation; they know how to manage relations keeping their dignity intact.

Coming to my point, relations have to be built by heart. My father often talked about vibes.

He told me once that you should be careful of what you say or think. When you talk or even think about someone (positive or negative), it easily passes to that person through vibes. If you think carefully you will notice that you enjoy the company of some people more than others. That is because you are getting good vibes from that person.

Recently I had the opportunity of having my cousin in my neighborhood. He would visit us whenever he found time. Now every member in my house including my domestic help used to look forward to his visits. His visits created a nice aura in the house and made the whole atmosphere happy. He carried good vibes which rubbed on all of us.

Vibes are actually the feeling that someone or something gives you; a distinctive emotional quality or atmosphere that is sensed or experienced by someone. It is the vibes that you send people (positive or negative) that work as energy that pulls people towards you or warns them to keep their distance. All of us are throwing energies all the time and therefore if you wish to build good relations make sure your energy is positive towards that person. It is a good idea to focus on positive vibes while negative ones are best ignored.

If I talk ill about somebody behind his/her back and try to be sweet in front of them, somehow my true feelings get conveyed while if I nurture good thoughts about somebody and then even if I don’t display any gestures still the good vibes get conveyed.

Recently I heard somewhere …what you can’t say don’t think….and that is I guess the mantra for happy and healthy relations. But I guess being human, it is not possible always. The world is full of people with different mindset and perceptions, nothing right or wrong just different. So there are bound to be conflicts and differences. The best we can do I guess is to appreciate the positive and ignore the negative as per our perceptions.

Vibes come from heart and are truly genuine.

I talked about my co-sister as an illustration because I remembered my visit to her place but like her I have many people in my life with whom I feel great. And for the little rest – because it is just not possible that the whole world will love me, there are bound to be people who will have grudges against me or I will have grudges but then I read a lovely quote recently –

‘I don’t hold grudges, you just become irrelevant’.

I intend to enjoy my life with people who love me and try loving those who love me a little less and hope I remain relevant in the lives of people who matter.

So my dear co-sister I intend to keep you always relevant in my life.

 

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Tomorrow is not promised…All you have is TODAY

What is unique about celebrating birthdays of your loved ones who are no more physically present is that they will not age anymore.

And today I celebrate birthday of my dad who is not physically present any more and still his presence is always around. People can’t be there forever, but yes we humans are greedy and always yearn for little more. I too wish I had little more time with him.

Questions remain unanswered…many queries….doubts…

Sometimes I feel if I can make an application to the almighty saying that He clarifies the time each soul has on this earth so that we know exactly how much time we have with that person and sort out all our issues…everything within the time frame allotted. This way maybe we will not miss out on anything. Because once the person is gone, he can be never ever seen again…Some mystery…

I read somewhere … Birthdays – we celebrate life but how do you celebrate birthday of someone who has no life.

If death is mourned birthdays have to be celebrated; though absence of physical presence does leave a sad thought. You can no more sing for them …Happy Birthday and end it with Many More.  When a person is no more they stop growing old in spite of their birthdays happening every year but their birthday still belongs to them. Our relation does not end with the person gone; we continue our relationship and therefore we continue celebrating their birthdays.

I celebrate the birthday of my father every year.

On this birthday of my dad I thank him for so many things which I took for granted in his lifetime but now I realize the worth and his contribution in shaping me the way I am. And I am proud to be his daughter.

I thank him for –

  • Passing me happy and vibrant genes which keep me upright under any situation
  • Believing in me – he once told me “nobody can write better than you” – that was father’s love speaking but I took his words literally and till date I move with my head held high. Doesn’t matter what the world thinks…if my dad believed I was best then I am. Period.
  • He asked me once to read ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’ which I read almost 4 years after he left us…wish had done earlier, I could have had some more discussions with him.
  • He inculcated in me the habit of being active all the time for which I can’t thank him enough.
  • He taught me to keep people around me happy which he himself did beautifully. People who know him can vouch for this. I guess I am yet to reach that level. Though I keep trying…

You know sometimes people around you may not like you and judge you. They have their own reasons. Sometimes it bothers me and I go in my shell.

But then I remember my father. If he thought I was a beautiful person/soul then I am. Period. Let the world think what they want.

Whenever negativity around me bothers me I just have to close my eyes and I can feel him smiling standing behind me and endorsing the beautiful soul I am. This works like magic for me and I am back on my feet.

The biggest lesson – believe in yourself and believe in people who love you…because people who really love you will never judge you and people who don’t judge are the people who really love you.

We don’t know how much time we have with our loved ones…so focus on people who love you and people whom you love…time is limited so don’t bother about the rest.

I am human too and I too often judge people around me but soon I get vibes from my father and I try to correct myself. My efforts are on…

We all come with an expiry date – remember this every moment so that we can cherish every moment and be grateful for the life we have.

My dad had so much life that even without his physical presence we can feel the vibrancy around. The life and positivity he had continues even without his physical presence. No death can take away the aura his soul had and that is the reason that we smile as we celebrate his birthday without him.  The capacity he had to make people happy while he was alive continues even in his absence. The aura is strong that it will keep us going all our life.

But yes I do miss his concern for me, his morning calls, his calls every hour if I was travelling to check my well-being, his worry about my food…and so on.

The concern will always be missed.

Happy Birthday Papa!!!

 

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On Way to Conquer Fatigue…

My guru smiled affectionately. “Tonight you have conquered fatigue and fear of hard work; you shall never be bothered by them in future.”

As I read these lines from the book I am reading these days –‘Autobiography of a Yogi’, I am reminded of my father. He had once asked me to read this book but somehow I did not. I picked up this book after he left us physically, thinking I must do what he asked me to do.

As I read these lines I realized that both my sister and I are already on the way to achieve this goal. Being humans we cannot be perfect but I would say we are 70 per cent there. What has been written in this book was practically taught to us by our father.

He gave us life lessons by setting an example himself.

My father was a very lenient and affectionate dad; I guess all fathers are. We were allowed all luxuries but he was very strict about two things; food and fatigue. We were not allowed to show disrespect to food and neither were we allowed to feel tired. I guess these two lessons have turned out to be sort of lifelong blessing from him.

Whenever we would reach home after a long day or a trip, my dad would immediately take a shower and we would find him ready sitting on a chair. I never heard – ‘I am tired’, from my father. And so we were also not allowed to utter this. We would get upset because we would want to lie down after a long trip but he would not allow that.

In fact I never saw my father go to bed during day time even after his retirement; he would get ready in the morning (formal clothes) and would go to bed only in the night. He was confined to bed only for 4 months when he broke his hip bone. I can imagine what he must have gone through during those days. Painful days which I don’t want to remember today; I would rather talk about the days when he was active and full of enthusiasm.

You see sometimes things can’t be achieved just physically; at times it is a mind game. If you believe in something it will happen and my father made us believe things. He made us believe that our bodies and minds are strong. Belief in oneself gives you the strength and courage to face challenges in life. Often our positive thoughts help us defy limits imposed by our bodies; we can make our bodies do things that we think are difficult or impossible.

By saying the same thing again and again and by setting an example himself my father sort of tuned our minds into believing that, one cannot get tired by doing daily chores. It has been instilled in our minds very strongly. You will rarely hear that we are tired.

I once read somewhere that whatever is infused in your mind creates an effect in the body. These changes maybe too insignificant to be noticed but over the time it does bring a large change in the body. That is why it is said that thoughts are very powerful.

That is what my father did. He kept pushing positive thoughts in our minds right from our childhood. He kept telling us that you can never get tired and today our bodies have got tuned to his thoughts. The thought of being tired doesn’t enter our minds.

My father had conquered fatigue and we are trying to reach his level though little difficult to reach where he was, but we are glad that he at least put us on the right path. Such strong was his desire and will to prepare his daughters to face the challenges of life that at times I feel that he still regulates us, if we deviate.

He trained our minds as well our bodies to be strong and I guess he succeeded. Today both me and my sister remain strong and are able to face challenges with positive approach. We carry his teachings as his legacy and hope to continue our endeavour of conquering fatigue and fear of hard work.

To conclude I would say that we are all humans and all tend to get tired…the difference is all in the attitude.

Today on this Father’s Day I thank my dad for giving us life lessons practically.

I can almost hear my father saying this to me what Sri Yukteswar said to Mukunda … you have conquered fatigue and fear of hard work; you shall never be bothered by them in future…

And when my father says something it has to happen.

And there I go ready to face the challenges of life with my dad walking beside me.

Happy Father’s Day Papa!!!

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My mom’s reaction to off-shoulder

My sister is the stylish kind who loves dressing and follows her heart…I admire her spirits and style.

I am the simple variety, not very comfortable following style or my heart…

Her efforts to convert me into some stylish chic mostly fail…haha…nevertheless her efforts are on.

In her latest endeavour she bought me an off shoulder top.

She asked me to try it on.

I did and then she started adjusting the neck to give it the off shoulder look.

We were busy adjusting as she kept pulling the neck low when suddenly my mom who was sitting there quietly watching the two of us said…

Why are you pulling the neck of the top, she asked my sister.

She tried explaining my mom that it is an off shoulder top and the shoulder has to show.

My mother definitely not approving, said what kind of dressing is this where you need to expose your shoulder?

My sister laughed and explained my mom about the trend but my mom was not convinced though she didn’t say much.

Imagine all our childhood she dressed us in clothes stitched by her where she would cut the neck just as much as was needed for the dress to slide down our heads.

And today her daughters pulling necks…haha…

But that doesn’t mean we have forgotten what all she taught us; the values and lessons she taught us on how to be a good human being remains intact till date and will follow to our graves too.

My mom belongs to the school where she loves dresses which do not expose much….she is the kind who believes that hair is supposed to be black and not red and of course is supposed to be kept long…it’s a different story that both her daughters don’t fall in the idea of her hairdo….there goes her efforts of oiling and maintaining our hair…as we chopped it…hahah.

But wait before you judge my mom as old fashioned – she may have her preferences pertaining to clothes or hair but her broader outlook towards life is something to be admired. What we are today is all because of her upbringing.

She inculcated in us values, which became a guiding force and life lessons for us.

She gave us lessons about standing straight in life in all situations.

She gave us the most basic yet important values – she taught us to value people, food and health.

I often hear people talking about fair and dark skin; but thanks to my mom both me and my sister till date can never make such a comment about anyone because our level of judging people goes much beyond complexion and looks. I don’t remember any discussion on colour of skin during my childhood and my sister will vouch for it. It’s a different story that when our parents started looking for grooms for us they had to look at us with different eyes to check whether we were fair, dark or dusky; important query from the potential groom’s family.

Whenever we would go back home from hostel I would expect my mom to tell me that I looked weak and thin; it seemed all mothers say that even to their plum kids. I have always been little overweight and the struggle to manage weight continues. But my mom instead of telling that I looked weak she would tell me — you need to exercise and take healthy diet…your weight has to be checked; and I would feel so disappointed. Her constant reminder to check my weight at least made me conscious and I make efforts to maintain ideal weight.

She says even today – Destiny has its own way…it can be harsh too at times…but do your part…do what best you can do to take care of yourself.

Coming to food…You serve any food in front of us and we will relish…there is nothing that we don’t eat. Meal times were considered spiritual at our place. My mom told us at every meal that food is ‘Annpurna Devi’ (Indian Goddess) and that got inculcated in us very strongly. Till date she tells us …food on your plate is blessing from God, so have it in whichever form it comes to you.

Imagine gulping karela(bitter gourd) with a smile….torture of third degree….

But today I thank my parents for that torture…we have learnt to respect food.

Coming to education my mom wanted best for us, but my father being in transferrable job we were often in small towns where schools were not as per my mom’s standard, something she regrets till date. Some cities we got good schools while some cities did not have good schools. We managed our schooling studying in almost 8-9 schools.

Since my mom was not very happy with our schooling she decided to send us to the best university. She enquired and found out that Delhi University is the best. So she made up her mind that we will pursue college in Delhi. Period. She had to struggle with my dad to be able to send us to Delhi. My father was not very keen to send us to hostel but it was all because of my mom that we got good education in Delhi University. Good 7 years we studied in Delhi – all thanks to my mom.

Discipline was another factor with which my mom used to be strict. She was like – early to bed and early to rise. She still says…stay with nature…if you go against nature, nature will take revenge…..Though I try to follow her advise but sometimes I deviate but then I make sure it doesn’t reach her…even today I am little scared of her if I go for late bath.

What I am talking about may seem trivial things….but these are the things which help you develop your personality. You learn to value food…people…. health…relations…

You learn to value Life.

What we are today …the values….the habits….our education….it’s all because of my mom.

I believe all mothers are the same…they want the best for their kids.

She supports us in all we do …only she can’t understand why one needs to pull the neck of a lovely top and make it off-shoulder…hahah.

We believe in her values though we love wearing off shoulders at times…

I did not get much time to spend with my mother-in-law but the little that I saw; I could see similar traits in her.

Anna Jarvis trademarked the phrase ‘Mother’s Day’ as she noted that…”Mother’s” should “be a singular possessive, for each family to honor its own mother, not a plural possessive commemorating all mothers in the world.”

But today I salute all mothers …because mothers are all same.

Happy mother’s day to my mom and all moms.

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Coffee – with or without sugar

Every morning after breakfast my husband needs coffee.

I have an open kitchen so he sits quietly on the dining table reading newspaper waiting for his coffee (some luxuries men enjoy…at least my man).

His attention from the newspaper moves to me only when I get ready to add sugar to his coffee.

I like black coffee without sugar and he likes milky coffee with lots of sugar.

Fair enough, matter of personal choice…

Now I feel sugar is not good for him and so I always try to reduce his sugar.

Same thing happened this morning.

The moment he saw me adding sugar to his coffee…

He – Add more

Me – No sugar is not good for you. Take less.

He insists quietly and firmly.

I get agitated…take a heap full more to add.

He directs me …little less

I added more sugar…banged the spoon…with an angry face, kept his coffee on the table…not only that, I banged the vessel also in the kitchen sink….made as much noise as I could.

My husband oblivious to all things happening around him picks up his coffee coolly and walks to his room with a smile.

There goes my 23 years of wasted efforts trying to fix him.

He continues with the same amount of sugar and I continue cribbing every time I add sugar to his coffee…after 23 years he has not given up sugar and I have not given up cribbing…

And our journey continues….

Marriage or for that matter any relationship is not about fixing or getting fixed; it is about living and let live. Talking about relation between couples (especially in India), it is never about just the 2 of them; it is about two families.

Marriage introduces you to a second family. You have one family by birth and another by law – the second family.  The second family comes to you much later in life and it takes time to understand the dynamics of your second family.

Managing relations of first family looks simpler because you have known each other since birth; you have grown together and are already apprised of the entire positive as well as the negative qualities; perceptions are in place…all sorted and accepted. You know exactly how much sugar each need in their coffee and accepted and so no issues.

What needs sorting is new relations that suddenly come to you and are legally binding; not a simple affair for people on both sides. People are different; mental levels are different; backgrounds are different and so perceptions also differ. It is not a matter of good or bad; right or wrong; high or low it is just that …there is a DIFFERENCE… Apart from the differences each individual has his or her own thought limitations – we can think only as per our own level of intelligence and exposure. Efforts are needed from both sides – the new member makes effort to be perceived correctly and even the new family does the same. In fact that is how it should happen; it has to be a 2-way process.

We all make efforts to build relations but instead of accepting the Differences we end up fixing the Differences. If only I had also loved sugary coffee maybe I would have been more open to adding more sugar to his coffee.

The morning episode made me wiser; if I couldn’t make him take less sugar in coffee even after 2 decades of effort, I guess it is time for me to let him enjoy his coffee his way and have my coffee my way so that both enjoy coffee in peace.

The same applies to families too on both sides. All of us want to be perceived well by others; be it friends, family, spouse, in-laws and others. We make honest and sincere efforts to justify our views or actions, but it is not necessary that your efforts are understood or rewarded all the time. You can’t be spending rest of your life trying to put things in right perspective.

You have done your part – right or wrong.

You have already been judged and misjudged.

You have been understood and misunderstood.

You have already adjusted and disadjusted.

Opinions already formed.

So what do you do now… after 2 decades it is time to accept the differences and move on…

Perceptions already formed so no point trying to change them because they will not change. Often your good intentions are misunderstood and other times you are unable to understand the good intentions of others.

So I guess after 2 decades of marriage you sort of get liberated…let me call it ‘Marriage Moskha’, where you just live your life without trying to please or displease anyone. Just be yourself and keep doing your part to the best of your ability. Don’t waste your time and effort trying to explain your view point or justify your actions or prove a point because it will be a futile effort.

I am not once trying to say that I have always been right…we are all humans with our set of faults. But life cannot be all black and white – there will always be shades of grey…issues will always remain …people will always have their own view points which could be different from yours (again nothing right or wrong).

So time to just start living…

You can never make people think your way.

Coming back to my husband if he is getting thrilled after reading my post thinking that henceforth he will get his coffee his way without any hassles, he is in for a surprise. Because my liberated stage has yet to touch our relation; all these gyan applies to all my relations but not him…he has no choice – his struggle for more sugar in his coffee will definitely not end.

Not Now…Not Ever…

Because this special relation cannot be compared to any other relation and therefore the benchmarks can’t be the same either.

Just celebrated our 23rd anniversary…

And the sugar issue continues….

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We celebrate you and not mourn

Today we celebrate ‘no more’ to ‘many more’.

Though not physically with us anymore, my father would have been fit and young keeping with time; he loved life and therefore we celebrate him year after year and not mourn.

His life was learning for me. He never taught me anything…he never asked me to do anything …he just did and we followed. Now that he is not there, let me guess what all things he would have done in the last 5 years that he is physically not present.

Ah…the smart phone…he would have loved it; he loved connecting.

My father left this physical world without using a smart phone. I missed on being his coach again. I taught him computers on my desktop. He called me his guru for introducing him to computers. I got his laptop as his blessing and I continue using it. Though this laptop is getting outdated and people tell me to get a new one but there is something about this laptop…love this laptop as this connects me to him.

Coming back to smart phone…if he was there I am sure I would have helped him learn to handle smart phone and my father would have loved it. The way he loved connecting to people, this smart phone would have become his great pal. Yes I missed connecting to my dad through whatsapp. What a lovely experience it would have been getting messages from him every morning.

Next I am sure he would have changed his car. My father loved cars; his choice was always small and compact cars. I don’t think he would have gone for big car. I can’t say whether he had any liking for big cars as he always went for small cars, maybe because my mother liked small cars. My father was the kind of person who would always value the sentiments and choice of his loved ones before his own choice. The way he would merge his choice with the choice of his loved ones was probably the USP of all his lovely relations. Let me guess which car he would have gone…maybe Brezza. So if he was physically there, we would be enjoying drive in his brand new, well maintained Brezza. Of course his last car (Zen) is still well maintained and is a beauty and it still gives us beautiful drives.

And how can I forget travelling. He loved travelling, especially road drives. I am sure he would have made at least 3-4 trips by road to Varanasi (his favourite place), Ranchi, Vindhyachal and many more such destinations. His love and passion for road journey was such that he drove single handedly to places like Srinagar, Darjeeling, Tirupati etc. Very few people have such courage and stamina. Later of course he had a driver but the driver was often asked to take back seat as my father would take the wheel.

All of us desire to stay fit but not all can put in the right kind of efforts for it. My father did it till destiny finally failed him. Year after year he would get up at 3 in the morning. 2 hours of yoga followed by 30 minutes of walk and then his morning tea with my mom and his younger brother who stayed a floor below in the same apartment. His routine was fixed; after morning tea he would go for his bath followed by 2 hours of puja/meditation. He would be ready by 9.30 – 10.00 every day. And yes ready means in his formal clothes with shoes on and he would be sitting in his rocking chair all day long.

I have never seen him in his pajamas during daytime nor have I ever seen him going to bed in the afternoon. He would go to bed only in the night. Whole day he would be either chatting/advising people over phone or making local trips…either to bank or to any shop or just like that…he just needed to be on road and active.

So that is how he spent his retirement days…keeping his passions alive…striving hard to keep himself physically fit… meditating to keep his spiritual senses alive…doing his every bit for others in any way he could….and that is what he would have been doing today if he was physically present; though he continues taking care of all …I can feel it every day…every moment.

As I said in the beginning….he never taught me anything…he just lived his life …as somebody rightly said….

My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived and let me watch him do it.

Going by my father’s spirit …I refuse to say ‘no more’…birthdays happen every year once the person is born so we continue celebrating his birthday every year and keep learning and following him…his birthday still belongs to him….and ‘no more’ is  ‘many more’….

Happy Birthday Papa!!!

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Which Toppings to go in your Pizza

It was 22 long years…

We met after almost 2 decades, my old college friend. We met for lunch and I guess certain things are just destined. Me and my sister had planned to have lunch together in Connaught Place and the same morning this friend calls me saying that he was in town; and all things fell in perfect place and we decided to lunch together; all three of us.

We finally met and it was like good old days; so much remained to catch. He looked just the same and we also looked the same to him; at least that is what he said and we believed. After all who doesn’t want to look and feel young…we hunted for a place where we could sit and chat; we had to catch up on 22 years.

And finally we settled in a lovely Chinese restaurant. Menu card was read…food discussed and ordered and then we got into knowing how each one of us spent our 22 years after college. We started with my friend who told us in nutshell about his life…his marriage…his daughter…his career in services and so on. Next was my turn …I was to tell what I did in last 22 years.

I took few minutes to gather my thoughts and then I began…I had spoken for about 3-4 minutes when I realized I was talking about my husband. My friend did not interrupt and kept giving me a patient hearing but it suddenly struck me and I realized that we as old friends were sharing what each one of us did in the last 22 years and not what our spouses did. I was shaken for few seconds before I gathered myself and mumbled something about my life and shifted to another topic.

It was a lovely lunch…we talked about our university, our friends, our café, our hostel and so many lovely memories. Indeed it was a refreshing lunch.

But as I reached home I thought about the day and thought where did my identity get lost and who was responsible.

Certainly not my husband…he never asked me to stop doing things I liked…but yes, he continued doing things he liked and how, when and why I started following him…I have no idea.

Maybe it was convenience or my idea of love was misplaced….whatever it was but choice was definitely mine.

If I again mumbled over which sauce should go in my sub the other day when the guy asked me ”ma’am what sauces to add?” I have nobody to blame except ME; nobody ever stopped me make my own choice and order my own sub with my preference of sauces. It was not just a matter of sub; if it was pizza I would easily go with the toppings my spouse ordered…

See it is not a matter of food…it is a matter of keeping your choices alive.

Between couples it is sometimes comfortable to share food preference or other choices…but don’t make it a rule. Don’t mix love with eating the food what your spouse eats or watching the show that your spouse likes…nobody is asking you not to share things that your spouse likes but the point is not to forget what you like.

Socialize in your spouse’s circle but don’t forget your own friends…it is a good idea to enjoy what your spouse enjoys but don’t forget what you enjoy doing…

And believe me most of the time if you are not doing what you like doing, nobody is to be blamed except YOU. So stop the blame shifting game and take control. Of course exceptions to the rule are always there but make an honest effort and  8/10 times it will work.

It is perfectly ok if you don’t like what your spouse likes…be it food, music, socializing, vacation….could be anything…

Love is not about eating what your spouse eats; it is all about care and mutual respect.

It is important not to lose focus.

It can be very dangerous because if we lose focus and start drifting with time our identity gets lost in all the titles be it  of a wife, daughter-in-law, mother, employee, boss and so on. The focus on keeping yourself happy first needs recommitment. If you falter on this you will keep faltering in all your other commitments.

You can’t be a great mom, great wife, great daughter, great employee, unless you are a great YOU. I realized that I was just drifting through life which is not a great feeling. And believe me you will keep drifting until you create harmony in your life. You need to have a focus and goal in life and again you need to develop habits to meet the goal.

Drifting in life may sound comfortable to many like it did to me.

But it makes sense to find out which sauce you would like in your sub…or what toppings will go in your Pizza.

 

 

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