Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Success- A Five Letter Word.



Busy season is almost over! Yay! Now back to some writing.


How do you define Success?

I think I’ve  attended countless number of seminars and heard waaaay too many lectures on the things you need to do to be successful.

The 10 Rules to be Successful. Challenge Success. Success for all. Predictable Success. The Secret of Success. Guide to Success. Yada yada yada, the list goes on.  (Yes, I googled that! )

It’s rather sad to see the number of people chasing after success, just because they hear stories of how another achieved ‘success’. People killing themselves and others in the name of ‘success’. Bad mouthing another. Politics. Betrayal. What not?! All for that thirst for success?

I wonder who even came up with the word 'success'... Deceiving!

Let me tell my own story of how I thirsted for success.

Law School is competitive. It is really the ‘survival of the fittest’ (Least that is what they all say). As I began Law School, I was sucked into this whirlpool of the hunger to be successful. I had to get it all. I had to fight for it all. Internships after internships. " I must get that moot!" It was all about making my résumé look pretty. It was about getting the perfect job- high profile, big pay, popularity and all that jazz. It was to be the best. I believed in myself.  I became proud, ‘cause I dreamt of having it all. I couldn’t even recognize myself with all that pride. I changed . I lost friendships I treasured. I became tensed for reasons I find so silly now. I hardly breathed. I lost the goal for which I really chose Law. “Everyone around me is chasing after it. If I don’t, wouldn’t that make dumb? What if I don’t get a job?”… Oh I can go on about it! The lectures and ‘inspirational stories’ didn’t help either (Oh! And I also did attend classes on how to take control of your mind to achieve success as part of my curriculum). To cut it short, reality slapped me in the face!

Was it really worth all of that? Was I happy? NO! And NO again!

I’m in fourth year of Law School. I look back now and I feel like a COMPLETE idiot. Somewhere along the way I lost track of the calling that led me to take up law. I believed in myself to the extent that I was fooling no one but my self.

I realized I couldn’t run away from reality any more. I was chasing someone else's dream of 'success'.  I realized I chose to suppress my calling and chase after what everyone defined as 'success'.

So, how do I define 'Success'?

15 years from now, a couple of kids, sitting on a sofa, reading them a story, being happy, content and satisfied. (Oh! And not to forget a wonderful husband!)  

It’s not about pretty résumés any more! It’s not about the security in the bank. It’s not about popularity.
It’s about being Content. Satisfied. And most of all, a Five Letter Word- HAPPY!

For someday , I’ll close my eyes, forever. Will I have finished my race? For whilst I stand before my Maker, will He say “Well done Nancy!” or would He ask for my Résumé?

This to me, World, is SUCCESS. 

I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
                     -Philippians 3:14


Wednesday, 26 June 2013

One Thousand.


Picture the number one thousand. Picture all the numbers from One to One thousand in front of you. Big enough?

One thousand chocolates. Or even better, one thousand pairs of shoes. Wow.

One thousand words.
I mean, what if you had one thousand words to speak? Just one thousand? Only one thousand. A word more and you drop dead! (Yes, I ripped that right off the movie, which by the way, is one of the lousiest movies I’ve watched in a long time! But least it got me thinking. )

What would you say? Would you utter a ‘hello’ without thinking twice?  ‘Cause that would bring you 999 steps away from death.

It’s amazing what that the tongue- a boneless, 8 muscled organ can do. It has the power to bring the world to war or mould a president out of a commoner.

Imagine if all of us were given just one thousand words to speak for our lifetime. Ah, what a world that would be! Almost as if Pandora didn't open that box of troubles.

Think about this :
      All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind,  but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.”       [ James 3:7&8, Bible]

*goose bumps*

20 years have gone by.

What have I done with this rather powerful sceptor?

What did I build?

What did I kill?

I must start thinking. I must.



Watch. Think.








Sunday, 4 November 2012

Curly Hair? Not so Fair!

I’ve been dying to put something down on this blog, but emotionally it’s been a quite a ride lately. I think I’m finally ready to get to it though, and I hope to make this one short!

I don’t mean to brag, but for some reason, people recognize me as ‘the girl with the curly hair’, least most of the time. I’m rather known for my curly hair! So often I have people come up to me say “Oh my gosh! How did you do that to your hair?” or “ Man you’re so lucky you got curly hair! “. Then there are the crazy men that say “Oh I fell for your Hair!” (This reminds me of the time I was walking down the street, when I noticed a man running behind me screaming, “Excuse me! Excuse me! *pant pant* How did you curl your hair, I’ve been dying to do that! *pant pant* . Me: *seriously?!*) In reply, I say I was born with it or just smile it off, while at the back of my mind I go “ you have NO idea!” ( Again, not bragging!)

There are days I wake up with the most amazing hair day ( and I know you've been there too) and there are the other days I roll it up hoping no one would notice. Then are the other days when I really don’t mind take a scissors and snipping it all off! There I said it! CHOP IT ALL OFF! And I do NOT need to mention what humidity can do my hair (those of you with curly hair would know what I'm talking about).

Okay, enough with that. But there’s something important I want to take from all of that, personally.

My walk with my Creator , lately, has been what I call “ A Bad Hair Day!” I wake up an unhappy person and the day just seems so bleak. So I roll up my hair, wear a smile and carry on. Then there is the craziness all around me, the competition, the humidity. Just about makes a ‘bad’ hair day, worse. The longing for a ‘good’ hair day becomes a desperate need.

Then there are the days I let my hair loose or the ‘good’ hair days. I wake up a happy person, knowing that nothing can bring me down, because “ I know the One in whom I believe and I am convinced that He is able to guard of what I’ve entrusted to Him that day. “ (2 Timothy 1:12).

But why does the humidity set in so often??

Over the last weekend, I was reminded of a story in the Bible, that really forced a smile on my heart. Growing up, I’ve read this story a million times before, but this time it struck me hard! The Story of Elijah. Elijah, was undoubtedly one of the greatest prophets that lived during the 9th Century. Every act of his proclaimed the existence of a True, Holy and Living God. He was prayed and there was drought, he was fed by the ravens, he made a jar of oil overflow, he had a tremendous victory against the prophets of Baal, all because His Creator, was by his side. Elijah walked with God. They were like ‘best buddies’. A wonderful relationship I must say. But even after his victory, though He knew his ‘best friend’ was by his side, he ran away to flee from an evil woman who was out to kill him. Yes, he had a ‘bad hair day’. Did his Creator forsake him? No. Rather, he was back to having ‘good hair days’. (If you aren’t familiar with the story, do read about his life in the book of 1 Kings, and be inspired! )

To all my fellow followers of Christ out there- Are you having a bad hair day? It’s really alright! Sometimes it just takes rolling up your hair and wearing a smile, trusting a good hair day awaits you! All it needs is some pruning, and you’re good to go!

For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, try Jesus! You’ll know what I mean by a ‘Good hair day! ‘

Thursday, 26 July 2012

The Law is Toothless.


[ Before you read this blog, let me warn you that this particular one might seem a little too chauvinistic for some of you. Somehow I’m  still compelled to talk about this topic, for I do believe that everyone has an opinion, the following being mine. Again, not having travelled the world (yet), I focus this opinion, based on the Indian community in specific and solely on personal experiences.]

What compelled me to write this blog was what i’ve experienced during the past few days and the following article that pretty much added fuel to the fire:


Kavya, is just one among the many thousand women who face such a situation or a similar one on a ‘daily’ basis. If you are a girl and you walked through the streets of India, you would feel one of the two things- the urge to run away to save your life, or if you were like me, you would want to fist someone in the face and give him a piece of your mind and the like. (I’m not proud of that!)
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to say you cant ever look at a man or a woman and go “wow!” and appreciate beauty or whatever (ummm, if you didn't, that would make you an abnormal human being). What I mean is the constant ogling, passing disgusting comments, vulgar gestures, stalking and some of the gutsy one’s that dare to go ahead and touch (I kid you not)!

I found this article in The Times Of India -Thursday,July 26, 2012 :
“ The law is toothless,so men whistle away
BANGALORE: Men who tease woman or outrage her modesty or molest her get away lightly. Had the four men who pushed a 19-year-old woman out of a running train on Tuesday near Mandya not been booked under Section 307 (attempt to murder), they would have escaped with a maximum imprisonment of two years under Section 354 (outraging the modesty of a woman).
The law is toothless when it comes to attacks on women. Someone accused of whistling at a woman or making a vulgar gesture or making a lewd remark can escape with just one year imprisonment under Section 509, which is also bailable offence. An accused of a crime punishable for less than three years can get bail from the police station.
"Eve-teasing cases are either treated as molestation or outraging the modesty of a woman. There is no special provision in the Indian Penal Code to book an accused for eve-teasing," said a senior police officer.
Said VS Elizabeth, additional professor of sociology, Centre for Women and Law, National Law School of India University: "The law is not clear about eve-teasing as an offence. What we need is change in social attitude towards such crime and sensitizing the police force about it."
She added: "Most often, the accused escapes punishment because women don't register a complaint. If she complains, police ask uncomfortable questions. In India, women face social pressure not to pursue such cases, as they can go on for years and affect their future. We need a strong will on the part of police and society to bring such notorious people to justice. Even putting them behind bars for a week will serve the purpose."
Prof. RS Deshpande, director, Institute For Social and Economic Change said: "We need much stronger laws and stringent punishment for crime against women. Not all cases of molestation amount to rape. In such cases, the accused escape lightly. Most cases of eve-teasing lead to a bigger problem. Also, women need to show courage to fight such evil."

The title of the above article particularly caught my attention, but for a slightly different reason. I did mention that one of the reasons that compelled me to write this blog was of the experiences of the past few days. I’m currently doing my Bachelors in Law. My curriculum requires me to intern every year. This year, a friend of mine and I chose to intern under a lawyer, who took us to the different courts in the city to watch and observe the practical aspects of law. Every day was similar to the other not only with respect to how pathetically the law works here in India but also with respect to the countless oglers in court. Yes, even at ‘Court’. Somehow you expect to be safe there, but trust me, you would feel like taking the law into your own hands at times. From the accused, convicts, criminals, police to His honor, the Judge himself, would get your nerves boiling! There you are trying to learn and understand the law, but all you can feel is the weight of the many eyes on you! This one time, an advocate, (from 11am to 2pm), just ogled at us the whole time he sat in front of the Judge. I’ve also heard (from our lady advocates) how the judge would postpone hearings, only to annoy women, unless she is accompanied by a senior male advocate. [I do not in any sense mean to disrespect the Law or it's seat, lest I be charged for contempt.]

You might think that it's just a matter of speaking up. But here in India, we women are helpless! Go ahead and sue them? Unless you want to drain your pockets, be insulted by society, or have your file pushed around for years to find justice, you would be extremely discouraged to do so. The law isn’t a friend either. Yes, under the Indian penal Code, Section 345 , the offence is punishable with imprisonment up to two years or fine or both and under Section 509, the offence is punishable with simple imprisonment of 1 year or fine or both; both offences being cognizable, bailable and compoundable with the courts permission, yada yada yada- precisely comforting you with the fact that there is a law to back you up. But when you find His Honor himself on his seat ogling his way through the sessions, tell me, who would even have faith in the law? Or the countless files stacked away for years, what would even motivate you to trust the law? And I say this being a student of the law myself- The law is toothless!

For that matter, I’m not even allowed to travel by myself from city to city (on public transport I mean), because my mother fears harm from such men to befall me. Little would she understand that these sick gestures can happen anywhere from my street to the heart of the city! I mean, how much longer can women go on being treated this way?


One of the biggest excuses our Indian politicians and many others love to give when something crops up is this- " that's because women don't dress modestly". As all you Indian women would know, here in India, unless you decide to cover your face and walk around, you are bound to be a victim of those heartless men! Defending such a pathetic excuse would be a waste of time.

Yes, women were created a little meeker than the males, but with all my heart I know that they weren’t created to be treated disrespectfully and  as objects of sexual pleasure (or whatever the hell some get! ). How do you deal with it? let me quote something I read today “ for a girl or even a middle-aged woman, stepping out of home brings her in conflict with the ‘eve-teaser’…the solution to this public menace could lie at home, where mothers teach their son to respect women.” I needn't say more.

I could go on forever on this topic, but I hope this blog does not discourage you from speaking out just because the law is toothless. India is ‘free’ country, so Women, SPEAK! Scream if that is what it takes! Stop letting them nasty men take advantage of you! And Men, if you do fall under any of the categories I’ve mentioned, please, women are as human as you are, and we deserve to be respected too. If you don’t fall under those categories, then don’t be afraid to speak out if you find something disturbing around you- She might not be your sister- but she is a lady! She deserves respect!

After all didn't God choose to love us male and female, equally? How would you choose to treat a fellow creation?

Monday, 9 July 2012

Whoa! That's a Pricey Book!


Caught up in the middle of exams, this thought came to me when I saw my mom sticking up a bible, whose binds were wearing out. “If that was not a bible, would she be as bothered? For that matter, if those words weren’t printed on those papers, would it have any value at all?”

All those books you treasure so much, how much would you care if those were just empty pages? Some of us do save up books with fancy covers too right? But are they as valuable as the one’s with things written on those pages?
                               
I stopped to think about myself for a minute. What about me? What makes me so valuable? I wake up every morning, brush my teeth, pray, get to college, yada yada yada… But what makes me valuable enough to love myself and live through every day?

Jesus! Yes, Him.


Romans 3:22,23,24 (The bible)
"this righteousness is given through faith to all who believe"
So this ‘value’ didn’t just come to me when I woke up one fine morning, it was added to my life when I choose to accept Him!

But why??

Did you know you were created in God’s image?
 “.. God created man in his own image” – Genesis 1:27.( The bible).
You see, this ‘Sovereign’ decided to create you just like Him (No, not His face)! What’s most comforting is to know that God, this ‘Sovereign’ Being, is not just another ‘God’, but someone who chose to love you! So if you were created just like Him, in His image, that would mean He feels the way you do!

Wait! It gets better!

Psalm 139:16,17,18,19 (the Bible)
"For you created my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made...my frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in the secret place, when i was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body all the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be"
So not only were you created like this 'Sovereign' but He also loved you enough to plan every minute of your life, waaaaayy before you were even created!

There it is- You are loved. Hence, valued.

Imagine yourself to be an empty book, with a fancy cover of ‘course! You are of some value in this world only because of that fancy cover, but still empty inside. When you allow Jesus to take over your life, you become a valuable and pricey book! Loved and treasured.

He added value to my life- wrote on all those empty pages and made me more than an empty book with a fancy cover.






And here is something that could make you smile (Absolutely love this one! ) :


Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Kids! Oh, they say the darndest things!


Every Child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
                              ~Rabindranath Tagore

I love kids (Not that they love me). In fact, I would love to have probably 14 of them some day. Alright, at least 5 of them. I wouldn’t even care even if they weren’t my own, as long as they are kids and my house is full of them!

Getting down to stuff worth thinking about though- Have you ever spent a whole day with a child? If not a whole day, just a few hours? Not babysitting them, just trying to be one of them? Now that is a hard task- to keep your age aside while spending some quality time with them. If you haven’t, I reckon you do so. I’ll tell you why…

Take some time to notice a child. Yes, they can be a pain in the wrong places at times, but off late, I’m trying to be patient, to see what I can learn from them.

I don’t know how many of you guys watch Bill Cosby’s ‘Kids say the darndest things’. I haven’t watched too many episodes, but the one’s I have watched, I can for a fact say that they aren’t pretending in front of the camera like most other reality shows, but they are actually being themselves!

Or Junior Masterchef for that matter (I absolutely LOVE that show). Have you noticed how innocent each of them are, even though it is such a huge competition? I love how well the kids take defeat and it’s never about bringing the other person down, but just about cooking their hearts out! And, there is hardly ever a bad dish! Not to forget how adorable they are!



                             
 I don’t know if it’s just me, but I tend to lose my cool very easily when kids get naughty. Somehow, I always expect them to be well behaved! I always tend to forget that kids are supposed to be kids and not well-behaved adult wannabes! Not that chastising them is a wrong thing, but its important to allow them to be kids!

Have you ever noticed how when a child wants to pull a prank on you, and if you ever get hurt (badly), they end up being extremely sorry for that? Rather the guilt remains for a very long time? Or how they love to always think positive? Or how they are ever ready to help? Or how they do something not because they’re good at it but because they always just want to have fun? Or how their smile can just lighten up your day?

I’ve probably brought out my point already with all that talking. But what I really want to bring out is this:

Luke 18: 17 (The Bible)

“Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”

Wow! Isn’t it amazing how God Himself does not expect you to be someone perfect, or a high-achiever, or do a couple of good things to make Him or another person happy? He only asks you to come like 'a child'!

I’m blessed to be a teacher at Sunday School! Though I find myself failing God at this huge task given to me by Him ( even preparing for a class! ), He’s still been SO faithful and patient with me, because He teaches me something every week! I learn how even though I am unprepared most of the time, the kids don’t judge me for making a mistake. They don’t expect me to be the best either. Instead, the joy they bring to heart, the smile they bring to my face and the laughter they bring to my soul, I really CANNOT put them down in words.

How long has it been since you last you quit worrying about the busy schedules and the number of people you have to please every day? How often do you put on that fake smile, when at the back of your mind you really want to strangle someone? When is the last time you’ve let your heart smile? I like the way Cathy Nutbrown puts it:

  “Pausing to listen to an airplane in the sky, stooping to watch a ladybug on a plant, sitting on a rock to watch the waves crash over the quayside- children have their own agendas and timescales. As they find out more about their world and their palce in it, they work hard not to let adults hurry them. We need to hear their voices”

Sheer childlike innocence and the places it can get you to- Whoa!

Be a child. I don’t mean to quit acting your age, but just, ummm, ‘BE’ a child!

Kids! They can remind you the secret of real joy- something you chose to forget, while you were so busy growing up!

A few Quotes to think about:



-You are worried about seeing him spend his early years in doing nothing.  What!  Is it nothing to be happy?  Nothing to skip, play, and run around all day long?  Never in his life will he be so busy again.  ~Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Emile, 1762

-Children make you want to start life over.  ~Muhammad Ali

-Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music.  ~William Stafford

-Children find everything in nothing; men find nothing in everything.  ~Giacomo Leopardi


Saturday, 2 June 2012

What do I really want?





I want EVERYTHING. To live life to its fullest. To experience it ALL!


I want to go back in time. I want to go back to being a child, where the greatest worry was being afraid of picking up a ginormous chocolate bar at a supermarket and not being yelled at. I want to make right many things I messed up as a teenager. I want to fix every broken relationship.

I want to go backpacking around the world and learn about every country, every cuisine,  every culture and every language. I want to climb the highest mountain and feel on top of the world. I want to travel around space. I want to set foot on the moon and do the birdie dance. I to skydive. I want to bungee jump off the tallest bridge.I want to scuba dive and try every other thrilling activity.


I want to walk in a rich man's shoes and taste life in extravagance. I want to know what it's like to be famous. I want to walk in a poor man's shoes and to know what it's like to worry about my next meal.

I want to dine with Adele and ask her what inspires her music. I want to design the fanciest clothes. I want to draw. I want to paint. I want to serve. I want to be the first to discover something new. I want a wardrobe full of shoes. I want to be a superhero. I want to be a cartoon. I want to solve crimes. I want to be baker I want to be a successful lawyer fighting for humanity.I want to feel the thrill of driving a truck. I want to drag race. I want to drive at 200kmph and feel the wind in my hair. I want to be a singer. I want to dance till I drop. I want to act. I want to own a farm. I want to know all there is to know about food.I want to be an entrepreneur, to sell the most amazing pastries there ever were. I want to dine in a hot air balloon. I want to fly. I want to meet the man of my dreams, have a fairy tale wedding and have a houseful of kids. I want to be a supermom. 


I want…..… the list goes on and on and on, simply ‘cause I want to experience EVERYTHING.

While most of the things are not close to possible, most of them are still things I know can achieve with determination. However, I know for a fact, that NONE of those can give me utmost satisfaction!

Over time there’s one thing I've tried but found most hard to achieve 
        -keeping up my relationship with my Creator!


 I’ve had the ‘highs’, I’ve had the ‘lows’ and I lived 'in between', yet never, never, never, have I achieved perfection and I know I never will.

More than anything this world can offer, I WANT my Creator to be my life experience!