I walked a different path…

After lunch, at work, I usually go for a walk alone. This is my time to unwind and detach myself from the busy world (at least I try to). I don’t enjoy texting, talking or even listening to music during that time because I believe that defeats the purpose of being with myself. However, I am a dreamer and a planner and find myself thinking mostly about future events, which of course haven’t happened yet. Some are practical planning of juggling a full-time career and responsibilities as a single mother. But some are simply day-dreams. I am quite aware of my day-dreams and thus avoid crowded areas for walking. I choose paths with occasional walkers.

I recently came across a book named ‘Power of Now’ by Eckhart Tolle and realized how little time I spend in the Now. The good (or maybe the bad) news is that I am not the only one who either reflects on the past or plans for the future. My mother is a victim of reflection of the past. Every time I call India to talk to her, she muses over the joyful times we shared as a family when we were young and adds “Those were good times.”

In Eckhart Tolle’s own words “Not to be able to stop thinking is a dreadful affliction, but we don’t realize this because almost everybody is suffering from it, so it is considered normal. This incessant mental noise prevents you from finding that realm of inner stillness that is inseparable from Being. It also creates a false mind-made self that casts a shadow of fear and suffering.”

So, yesterday at work, I chose a different path. I decided to walk on a path frequented by walkers because I wanted to stay in the Now, at least for a little while. I will try to stay on this course with the hope of enjoying the beautiful Now.

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Oishi’s Junior PROM

I was coming out of the Oxford Valley Mall in Pennsylvania last weekend, when I saw a teenager window shopping through a row of exquisite dresses. She pointed to one dress at a time and said, “Not this, maybe this, definitely not, yes, yes, and maybe this.”

Her mom gave her a light hug and said, “Let’s go inside and check.” They were probably shopping for Prom.

I couldn’t help but notice how happy both the mom and daughter looked and found it difficult to veer my mind away from Oishi’s Prom experience.

Oishi initially did not want to go to Prom but declared one day that she wants to. “It is going to be in an aquarium. So I think I will have fun” was her reply when I frowned at her change of heart.

A day before the Prom, she declared again “I will wear jeans and T-shirt instead of dress.” “I will be lot more comfortable that way” was her simple answer to my concerned look.

When I went to pick Oishi up from her school after the Prom around 1 am, she was bursting with jubilance and talked incessantly about her relaxed, fun time at the Prom. “I am so glad I didn’t wear a dress. I couldn’t have danced as much as I have today, mama.” Then she added, “But mama, many kids were staring at me and one of them asked why I wasn’t wearing a dress.”

Oishi is a pianist and has recitals throughout the year in New Jersey and New York for which I bought her numerous dresses. But she chose to exercise her freedom of choice by not wearing a motion-limiting dress to the Prom.

The stares and questions were expected and understandable. But I couldn’t help but wonder whether it was all because we are seasoned to think in a certain way and frown upon any deviation from the norm.

Nonetheless both my daughter, dressed in jeans, and her friends, dressed in beautiful sparkly dresses, had a wonderful time at their long-awaited Junior Prom.

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