On Being Lost

I am typically running around like a nut case trying to get through the day.

Today evening, after a long day, I made a conscious effort to be mindful and be in the moment.

I made some chai for the boys and served it to them.
Then, I went out and sat down to enjoy my cup of chai.

I noticed the evening sun peeking through the trees.
I saw the bees buzzing around the grass and flowers.
I felt the nectar dripping on me from the pink flowers above.
I heard the birds chirping near and far.
I tasted the ginger as I sipped the chai.
I saw the sun setting. It made the blades of grass glisten.
Then, as the moon came out, I saw the lightening bugs flashing by me.

I just sat there.
I couldn’t have normally held myself in the chair for so many minutes.
My instinct would have been to hurry the boys through dinner, catch up on email, and get thru my never ending todo list.

The only reason I sat in the chair and was mindful, was because Lata Ji was with me. She was singing Ae Dil E Nadaan…just for me.

Here is her enthralling voice:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJRIAKQhaYA

Her voice was so ethereal and although I didn’t understand a word of what she sang…I sat there entranced and absorbed in the evening….with so much joy and not a care in the world.

It was a special evening.
It is one of those evenings that will flash through my memory, as I draw in my last breath.

I hope you had a good evening.

Quota on seeing the Evening Sky

“That’s the nature of being a parent, Sabine has discovered. You’ll love your children far more than you ever loved your parents, and – in the recognition that your own children cannot fathom the depth of your love – you come to understand the tragic, unrequited love of your own parents.” – Ursula Hegi, Stones from the River

As I was driving Adi back from school, he was trying to get a head start on his quiz prep with heads down (pun?!) pouring over a folder.

We drove over a high bridge.
From that vantage point, the colorful sky and the sun setting was a sight to behold.

I urged him to look up and enjoy the beautiful sight.
He glanced up for a bit and said “Oh…nice”.
Then, he looked down again at the folder.

That signalled the mark of my math based lecture.

Here is what I told him – “We all have a quota. Let us asssume that I live another 4 decades.. then I have approx 15,000 sunsets to behold. Let us asssume you live another 7 decades, then you have approx 25,000 sunsets to behold. Of those, there are going to be many cloudy, dark days of fall and winter. So, the actual days that you are out and about on a beautiful evening and have the chance to see the gorgeous evening sky….will be far less than the 25,000 sunsets number. So, please, enjoy it…while you can.”

I am sure he won’t get it now.

Sooner than later, an evening will arrive, when he is on a lake, mountain or ocean …sunggling beside the person who captured his heart. The sun will be setting. He will behold that evening sky. And, think it the most beautiful thing ever. He won’t want the evening to end.

Do you think he will remember my math based lecture?

No way.

This whole parenting thing is so tragic.

I need to exercise self control and stop my stupid long winded lectures. What is it worth? Nothing?


My friend Priya Bala had this witty response to my post:

What is it worth? Nothing.”

Hah! That boy, if he takes after you my dear, will be a player. A more likely scenario will be when both of them are snuggling and he notices the beautiful sky, he’ll remember your math lecture. He’ll assume a far-away look. Then he’ll chuckle gently. She’ll probably ask him what he’s thinking. And he’ll look deep into her eyes and he’ll respond:

“We all have a quota. Let us assume that we live another 6 decades. Then we have approximately 22,000 sunsets to behold. Of those, there are going to be many cloudy, dark days of fall and winter. So, the actual days when we’re out and about on a beautiful evening and have the chance to see the gorgeous evening sky….. will be far less than the 22,000 number. I’m just so glad I get to spend this precious one with you.”

And she’ll sigh and swoon. Mission accomplished!

The Remains of The Evening

A guy.
His girl.
And, their dog.
Planning world domination over a cup of coffee.
I would like to say something interesting like the above…but, unfortunately, that isn’t the story.
The actual boring story goes like this.

A guy.
His girl.
And, their dog.
The girl came back home dog tired.
The guy worked at home all day and was possibly more dog tired than the girl.
They both argued about who is going to make the coffee to help them get through the rest of the day.
After 1/2 hour of negotiation, the girl found herself making the coffee.
While drinking the coffee, they hurriedly catch up on the happenings of the day.
Then, they get on with the rest of the never ending to-do list for the day.

That is how actual stories run.
They are rather boring.

That is why I use my “writers” license to jazz up each story with way more drama than is needed.

There, I said it.