The Amazing Power Of Relationships

Scattered memories

It’s been almost 20 days since I have been away from my new home in U.S…the one I don’t love as much as I do this one, where everything is lying scattered now, not just my dreams and memories but even books, clothes, curtains and sundry other articles I had collected with panache…

I am in the process of salvaging my old treasures, which I had buried in this home, thinking I’ll live here forever till my last journey into the oblivion but could never imagine life could turn tables on me like this!

Once again relationships have won. Love for material possessions and homes we build by putting our heart and soul into decorating them according to our taste crumble in front of relationships.

Once again I chose love, love for my grandchildren proved to be more powerful than all my possessions…once again I have taken a bold decision, once again I am broken inside as am leaving this home too, so dear to my heart.

I left my first home when I got married and I have written about those overwhelming emotions. With time I reconciled with the hurricanes of life and found happiness in putting together strings to build my own nest, this home, which I nurtured with love.

Why don’t we give a thought to the realities that all nests get frittered away with the tide of time? Mine was no exception though I gave all I had to it.

The vibrations of my home have been reminding me of those blissful days I have spent here. What fills me with delight is that I can only recall the happy times. Probably my home was always filled with positive vibes. I let them float around; I wish I could close my fists to hold them but I let them go and they carried me along into alien lands.

It is time to move on. It is time to do away with superfluous possessions. It is not easy…I have been talking to myself for days, trying to convince the emotional aspect of my mind Ah! Mind (my dear friend Hariod made me understand the enigma of thoughts)  …

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All things are transitory…stagnant waters don’t allure…flowing water is fresh and exciting…flow! flow… I tell myself, life is like that…detachments and attachments are old pals, they love to meet, embrace and soar with the wind.

My family portrait stares at me…wont you carry me along? Too big, I say.

The books and trophies won by my girls remind me how much I love them…’too many,’ I say and put them in a trunk in the hope that my grandchildren would find them one day and share the pride of their grandma.

20 more days left for sorting out and leaving, hoping to return to feel and touch those few priceless things I am leaving behind, locked within the confines of four walls…for home is where love is and right now my most loved possessions are my grandchildren. I am happy my husband agrees and shares this sentiment.

Hope is the key…hope is the only solace, it keeps us thriving.

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I Learnt To Be Positive On The Way…

Positive thinking

I have always dared, dared to speak out my mind, dared to take my own decisions, dared to quit whenever I wanted to.

It was not easy and it wasn’t permitted. Yes! Permissions have to be taken… sadly at each and every aspect of life!

People like to hold you back because they want to control you; they could be insecure or jealous. They restrict your decisions to remain all-important in your life. You like to listen to them thinking they could be right, they could be your well-wishers but the reality could be quite different and you may never even know what made them hold you back from pursuing your own dreams, taking your own decisions and acquiring confidence.

Self belief:

There was a time when I didn’t trust myself but a strong self-belief kept me going till I discovered all the distrust factors were external, that they were not my own fears, they were created. When the realization dawned, I was amazed at my strength and conviction.

Intuition:

There is no doubt that it built over the years but all those controlling factors endowed me with an intuition beyond imagination. They contributed to my fortitude and determination to forge ahead.

Decisiveness:

I dared to resign my first job out of my own desire to set up my home and look after my child. I did that for my own happiness but it took me far beyond…I could spend blissful moments with my child, nurturing her impressionable years, adding joy to her infancy with my presence and those memorable moments stand before me now and smile at my scoffers who condemned my irresponsible decision of quitting a very secure job.

Candor:

I could never wear a mask to please others; I could never pay a compliment if the words didn’t emerge from my heart; I could never be pressurized to follow the crowd.

I would reiterate that it is not easy. You get disliked and judged, people assume you are arrogant and may even shun you. My mettle steered me through those challenges and I could find some gems in the form of loving friends who understand me and admire me for what I am.Dare to be different

Resilience:

I was never ashamed of my critics. I learnt from them not to judge without really understanding people.

I didn’t flinch when people picked on me; tried to bully me into believing what they think was right. I learnt to be kind and empathetic.

I refused to show my tears to the world for treating me harshly. I learnt to be resilient and shared my agonies with the trusted few.

I poured my heart into poetry and got acquainted with another aspect of my own self, lying latent within me.

I emerged stronger than my own self and was amazed at the power we have within us to deal with the tribulations of life.

All because I dared and I am proud of that.

Balroop Singh.

 

 

 

Why Most Men Develop Cold Feet Over Emotional Issues

Men and emotionsMen are most enthusiastic to woo a woman, they try to please her in every possible way, show how cultured and chivalrous they are and are ready to cross all the bridges to win her trust.

Once they succeed and feel that they have the commitment and the comfort of a home, they withdraw, try to find pleasure in other activities and may even drift into the arms of another woman.

Emotions and relationships don’t move them or they pretend so!

They hide behind stereotype:

They don’t try to come out of the closet and love to dwell in the age-old traditional mold created for them, by the society. They have been told ‘to be a man.’ They take pride in that role assigned to them ages ago. Man, you have to move with the changing times! You have to open your heart. Emotions are easier than science or space. If women can learn both why can’t you?

They don’t share their fears:

It goes against male ego to admit that something scares them. They feel threatened by the strength and power of women, more so in the modern set up. The emotional quotient and resilience of their partner is intimidating and they try to diminish it by exhibiting their control. In some cases it goes beyond that and it comes out in the form of anger, their most loved emotion!

They evade family bonds:

Most of the bonding with the extended family is nurtured by women. Men like to sit and bask in the glory of family get together, without caring for the food to be served, the gifts to be given and the pleasing talk to be shared. They can easily learn all this but they don’t make an effort. Such an attitude affects the next generation too.

Emotional upheavals shatter them:

They lack the ability to process emotions in a positive manner. They thrive on negative emotions like anger, aggression and denial. It is not true that they don’t feel the loss or the rejection. They don’t want to accept and admit that they are upset. They want to handle their grief in their own manner, which isolates them. When you hide your emotions, it takes a longer time to emerge out of anguish.

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They don’t want confrontation:

They avoid an argument because they know they won’t be able to carry it forward. The moment they are asked a personal question like ‘why are you so quiet’, ‘what is perturbing you?’ They draw into their shell, which makes them emotionally aloof. Men don’t like to give explanations; don’t like to discuss; they just know how to give orders. Even those who don’t give orders and are gentle by nature are less expressive.

They wear a mask:

They are emotionally challenged but don’t like criticism. Isn’t it strangely paradoxical? Even a random inadvertent comment can hurt them but they pretend to be okay. They learn to live with hypocrisy and are adept at wearing different masks for different occasions. They don’t want to accept that they need to learn emotional language. They are more comfortable with texting than looking into your eyes to say what they want.

They consider expression of emotions a ‘Drama’:

Emotionally expressive persons are dubbed as ‘drama queens’ and are often ignored. Men make no effort to understand why emotional outbursts become uncontrollable, why tears flow spontaneously and how much of truth is there in such emotions. I have seen boys more expressive till adolescence sets in and then they start learning the clichés and concealing true emotions.

They don’t want to show their true colors:

Emotional insecurity keeps them guarded and some of them can lie to keep their feelings under wraps. If you try to dig deeper, they may burst out saying ‘you are interrogating!’ They are scared of blurting out something they might regret later. Their primitive image of a protector and a provider still follows them. It is reinforced by mothers who take pride in raising domineering sons.

Disclaimer: The above observations are based on my own experiences and understanding. There could be exceptions as there always are.

If you know any such exceptional men or you are the one, I would love to hear your views.

If you have ever made an effort to learn more about emotions and how to share them, you are most welcome to discuss them here.

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Balroop Singh.

Sound That Resounds…And Guides

Sound that resounds

I could hear that sound
So familiar, so conversant
Stifled within me,
Smothered by visceral eyes
 
I could hear that sound
Coercing me to respond, to shake off
The primitive touch… tearing off
My spirit, my confidence, my vivacity
 
I could hear that sound
The fire crackling within me
The flames consuming my esteem
Shrieking… suffocation is excruciating
 
I could hear that agony
Imploring me to rise, to react
Reminding me of my resolve
To live with dignity, dauntless
 
I can no longer snub that sound
That inner voice, my mentor
My only benefactor, cautioning me
Not to die of asphyxiation
 
I can no longer wait for droplets
Of that heavenly nectar
Pretense is peeping through
That cloak of compassion
 
I can no longer remain insignificant
Your harrowing hauteur is oppressive
Forgive me for finding my own avenues
My gratitude goes to my spirit.
© Balroop Singh.

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