Dads don’t die

I didn’t know today was going to be father’s day until this moment! Isn’t it a strange Dad coincidence I am promoting my shortread book (Kindle book) ‘Past Life’ dedicated to my late father today, a decision I took last evening! It goes with the theme of my book though.

I should admit, I haven’t got my book edited, for I really had this terrible urge to write and publish this book in one day. Do let me know if you spot blunders, or even minor errors.

This book is a tribute to my father, my guide, guardian, philosopher.

Amazon.com link: https://www.amazon.com/Past-life-Journey-my-Soul-ebook/dp/B01H941XA0

 

7 Lessons I Learned About Love & Death After Losing My Mother

Unsplash lee Scott1. Unconditional love is stronger than death. In the words of Anaïs Nin, “You cannot save people. You can only love them.” From day one, my mom taught me what unconditional love is. She protected me from the beginning, and yet, once she was diagnosed with cancer, I could not protect her. She…

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‘An open wound’

I dragged a blade of grief along, 

Until it slit a wound for some to flog

I let righteousness rock my boat

Only to be pushed off my shore.

When lie wedded greed to dare

I smashed my urn of worldly care

Restraint, indeed, you are real strong,

Your camaraderie though did me wrong.

  • The above is my amateurish attempt at poetry. I used to do this a long time ago, say 30 years. I never got it right then, not sure I will get it right now. But it is sort of liberating, this first attempt. It is just a few random lines, which may not fit into any definite category. But it’s original, and it’s mine, and I shamelessly own it with all its flaws. 🙂

Bucket List No. 1

Retire.

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When do you know you are on the path of retirement?

Probably, when you start reading articles titled ‘Worlds top 20 places to retire’. ist2_729612_island_rest-OneCredit

Whenever I mention retirement, people usually look at me with raised brows, as if I had spoken the unspeakable. Some even try to tell me that I sound pessimistic or depressed; why else would I be thinking of old age and death?

But, hey, when did I talk of death? And no, I am not afraid of dying. Death is the logical end of life, and if it is peaceful and comes when you have met responsibilities reasonably well, nothing like it. It’s rather a welcome change.

Retirement could also mean a new beginning, like being born a second time, living those carefree pre-school days once again. By retirement, I mean retirement from the labour market: from working for others, taking orders, working for money, working for fixed hours, meeting deadlines, basically, not to be hired or fired.

That is pathetic, to lead that life even after the age of fifty.Image

By retirement, I mean working for pleasure, being my own boss and working on my own whim, doing what I want to do at any point in time.

By retirement I also mean living in the moment, being where I want to be, doing what I want to do at any given moment, without worrying about the world’s take on it.

I have been in semi-retirement for a while now, for the past couple of years, earning only enough to meet my needs, working only three to four hours a day, which many find stupid. But I don’t have any wants! So, I don’t see a reason to toil, I mean barter my time for cash I have no use of.

I know I can work for six to seven hours easily, make at least twice the money I do now without any extra effort. But I just don’t want to do it. I don’t mind the money, which I can donate, give away. But I do mind the confines of time that come with making that kind of money. And besides, I hate being submissive, taking orders and pretending to be scared when an incompetent senior tries to blame me for what he (mostly male bosses have been bossy without always any right to be so) thinks are errors. In the past, when this happened, I had always felt a rising anger within me, which I used to suppress to a point when it all rained down as tears, which my tormentors and onlookers mistook for timidity, weakness, and the like. Whenever, I had failed to control my temper in office, I had either quit the job in the spur of the moment, or yelled at the boss to “shut up” resulting in me being sacked!

Okay, I am drifting. Panama-retire

I am ready for retirement. Actually, I have been ready for it the past couple of years. I just am not able to decide where to be for the rest of my life. Ideally, I want to be in one place, from where I can be available for my parents, and where I can do what my heart always wanted to do, give back to the world a slice of the goodness I have received in life from people, including total strangers. I wish to set up a school for the under privileged, run a non-profit organization for rural women and write, books, my books.

But as of now, I need to be sure where I want to spent my sunset years (read 60 plus!).

I also need to allow time for my son to decide where he wants to be for the next 20 years of his life. I definitely want to live near him, with him if he wants me to.

Till that happens, I will be browsing for peaceful places to retire, in India, my country; and elsewhere on earth. I don’t mind Mars too, provided someone would set up an FM radio station that plays Bollywood music 24/7.

Sinfully Divine

It was my fourth respite in the blissful islands of Al Dar last week, offshore the Kingdom of Bahrain, and like always, it was divine.

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Glorious sunrise. Photos: Mandeep Singh

Al Dar, an Island an eight-minute sea-taxi-ride from the fisherman’s port in the Sitra is a cozy, clean and friendly/eco-friendly place. I am not sure whether to call it stunning serene or serene stunner!

Among the many bests about Al Dar tops the tastefully designed chalets; which charmed me each time, every single time. Whether it’s the elegant design, designer lampshades, petal-soft pillows, off-white classy bed linen or the spic and span washrooms, they are just too good, but true.

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A group of youngsters chill out by the sea

The first time I set foot on the island, I was in a state of disbelief till the time I had to leave it the next afternoon stowing into the subconscious an exquisite sunrise and spalshy sunset, watching in awe the crystalline waters merge into the darkness through various shades of orange, caressing the feet; the fish that makes the heart skip a beat with their plentifulness, the birds that redefine the idea of abundance manifold.

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Jack and Jog, the ‘masters’ of the island – darling twosome

There is something about Al Dar, that quieten the mind, lifts the spirit. Everybody on the island is super-friendly: staff, visitors, the dogs, Jack and Jog (short for Joginder, as the Punjabi caretaker had once explained), and the ex-inmate Bup, the donkey famous for its laidback demeanor (again, shorname for Bupinder!,) who has since been shifted to the mainland to be in be in the company of another of his kind; with Bahrain’s (stray) animals’ messiah, the Dogfather).

The wonderful beaches, picnic/BBQ double decker huts, play area, boat trips such as dolphin watching, fishing trips, island tours and pearl diving are just some of the attractions.

No wonder it’s booked full most of weekends, whether for parties, birthday celebrations, educational trips and other private functions, not to forget the cluster of beach chalets open to public since 2007.

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By hook, family on a fishing mission

The chalets’ private beach with a staggering 400m of clean sand and shallow water makes for safe swimming, even for very young children. The free wifi is standard with every chalet and even works on the beach.

If you happen to visit Bahrain, do make a trip to the Al Dar, it’s one of those once in a lifetime experiences.

You may want to look up http://www.aldarislands.com, https://www.facebook.com/aldarislands

Family Ties

It is after many years that we had a family get together a month ago, during my India visit.
And the happiest among us were the two young boys in the group, the sons of us sisters.

After an initial hesitation, they gelled perfectly. Once the ice broke, the boys were inseparable for the rest of the days, almost two weeks.
It appeared to be pure affection between the two. I regretted the years they missed when we were out of touch, years wasted not seeing or knowing each other.Image

By the end of the vacation, I was worried that once back in Mumbai after that exciting vacation in Kerala, my son Advaaith might feel lonely without Kaushik, his cousin. 

Thankfully, Internet has made sure the connection is still there, and the affection as strong.

Here’s celebration the young brothers, our kids.