Archive for the ‘Personal’ Category

With all the crazy hype about US Presidential Elections, and the uncertainty after the result was announced, I needed a break. Wherever I looked, people were discussing the elections, to the point that it was getting on my nerves. In this scenario, a colleague from a remote area shared a photo of an 8-year old girl from an underprivileged family. This girl was a drug addict and has recently been detoxified with the help of local community organizations and volunteers. That reignited my hope in human spirit and bonding! I shared this news with a colleague who said “that made my day!“. Indeed, it did make our day. Years ago, I read this quote:

“There are those … who enter the world in such poverty that they are deprived of both the means and the motivation to improve their lot. Unless these unfortunates can be touched with the spark which ignites the spirit of individual enterprise and determination, they will only sink back into renewed apathy, degradation and despair. It is for us, who are more fortunate, to provide that spark.” (H.H. The Aga Khan IV)

Am reminded of it again today. May we be blessed with the opportunity and wisdom to help ignite the spark in our fellow human beings’ lives (Amen).


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Budget Season..

Busy with budget preparation. Critical meeting this evening. I miss being on Oblivion. The good thing is that I’ve managed to color some mandalas during these crazy times.

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Last night, I was at an event talking to a fellow volunteer. While sharing about life experiences, I recalled the time when I used to commute a long way to pick my brother from his office. It took about 30 to 40 minutes to reach his office. Despite being a daily encounter with rush hour traffic and hot weather, this trip had its positives. For one, I had the opportunity to observe beautiful sunsets on my way to the West Wharf area. Living in a congested megalopolis often means less opportunities to observe sunrise and sunset. For years, we had a good east-side view from our balcony allowing us to observe beautiful sunrises. Then, they built tall buildings and the beautiful view was gone. The west-side view is also blocked by buildings. So, the sunsets on my daily commute came as a breath of fresh air, especially after a long day at work. I enjoyed watching these sunsets and writing my reflections in a notebook or on some scrap paper (blessings of having someone else drive the car for you).

On these trips, I noticed that the sun looks different in summer and winter. The summer sun looked like a fireball .. orange or reddish-orange depending on the month and the temperature. On the other hand, the winter sun reminded me of molten ice cream with its cooler colors. I could also see the circular boundaries of the sun without putting my shades on, unlike with the summer sun. The winter sun felt like a cool yellow ring. The sky, too, looked different with its different shades. Jarod Kintz puts my feelings into words with “The sunset faded and blended from pink to peach to mango in a smoothie in the sky.” Yum!

There is a long, straight road that leads to the West Wharf with unobstructed view of not just the sun but also the surrounding area. For a city dweller like me, observing this open landscape (even if a barren one) resulted in feelings of opening up.. as if my heart burst open and my soul started breathing. Same thing happens on the nights when the sky is clear and I can appreciate its vastness. It’s as if my heart opens up and becomes part of the universe. Sometimes, when we take a particular route which makes us drive on a bridge, I can observe the sunset. But we don’t always take that route thanks to the traffic conditions. I miss my sunsets and want them back.

I wonder if this distance from nature and natural phenomena affects us as human beings. Does it affect the way we think and act? Does it affect our stress levels? Do we get used to the natural phenomena even if we can enjoy them without any physical obstruction? Do we forget to notice them? Last year, I was on the Bernina Express traveling to Swiss Alps with other tourists. We boarded the train in Italy and stopped at St. Moriz. The weather could not have been any more perfect than it was then. It started snowing. Light snow with us in the downtown area, surrounded by snow-capped mountains and with a view of the lake. It was as if we were in a postcard. Later on, we walked in the streets and could still see the beautiful mountains. While observing the people in the streets and those riding in their cars, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if they observe the beautiful natural landscape around them or if it has become part of their routine background which they do not notice. Did I find the place breathtakingly beautiful because it was new to me; or because I was a tourist with the time to laze around; or because I came from a megalopolis with an estimated population of over 20 million? Whereas the residents of St. Moriz had lived their lives surrounded by beautiful mountains, were busy with their daily chores, and did not find anything new about the landscape? Of course, I couldn’t come to a conclusion but I would love to know if there are any studies on the impacts of people’s interactions with nature. Maybe a google search should be the next action item on my list? 🙂

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This one has been long overdue. It should definitely have been up yesterday but wasn’t. My bad.

Thank you – for your music, for it has been a source of comfort for me over the years. Twice when I was in desperate need of it, last night being one such occasion. Thank you – for being a source of blessing over the years.. in more than one ways. It is my belief that some people are sent in this world to bring joy to others. You’re one of those. I wish there was a way of converting one’s feelings into words. An app, perhaps? Words fail me. Words cannot express my gratitude and feelings.

In olden times, there were people who put a message in a bottle and threw it in the ocean hoping it would reach the recipient. But we live in different times. They say, once you put something on the Internet it is there forever (and may even come back to bite you). The Internet is my ocean, and this is my way of putting my gratitude in a bottle. Who knows, maybe one day this bottle will find you and let you know that there is one more person who thanks the Lord – for you.

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Fizza aka Fizzoo aka Fizzy aka Fizz Fizz is a five-year-old who happens to be my next door neighbor. She has practically grown up in our home, visiting us on daily basis since the time she was only six months old. For a year and a half, during my consultancy phase, I looked after her during the day – almost everyday. Fizzy loves colors, coloring, and art work. We started our recreational and educational activities when she was about 2 years old, making collages and learning stuff. In Feb 2014, we started trying water colors. Now, she and her three-year-old sister work with me on various art activities.

I love Fizzoo’s choice of colors and the color combinations that she opts for. I noticed that at her school, when she colors something, she keeps it neat and clean – within the boundaries. However, when she works with me, she lets it all go – choosing her own patterns and boundaries (if any). She has no preconceived notions about which colors go with which other colors; how to color; and which color to put where. This is why her art work truly represents ‘her‘.

I decided to keep a track of Fizzy’s art work. Hope it serves as a gift for her when she grows up 🙂

Fizzoo’s Art Book is up and running at: http://fizzooartbook.wordpress.com/

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Yes, that can be one reason. There are times when my head is brimming with thoughts and ideas. At these times, I tell myself “I’ll document these thoughts. Maybe on my blog.” But the constellations just jumble up and, later on, disperse. Or maybe this is just a creative way of saying: “I’m a procrastinator“.

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