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I want to do something, I want to do something Big in life. These words keep floating in my mind. But I could never actually find an answer to what Big I wish to do in life?
I came across the famous lines by Mary Oliver “Tell me what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life ?”
The question made me think hard what I actually want to do in my life or how it has been till today. I sat down to analyze my past and assess my achievements or regrets in life.
When I was doing my studies, I and my parents always wished for my good education followed by a good job. By God’s Grace, I could achieve this. I did my Masters in Physics and am having a respectable job for the last many years.
After I got married, God blessed me with a cute loving daughter. It is the most beautiful form of love on earth.
After many years of marriage and lots of planning, we could finally achieve our own little house also -our small dream house.
Well, these are some of my life’s achievements. But are these achievements really big that I should boast of? Is this all I wanted to do in my life? Is this all God sent me on this earth for? To make money, have children and collect things?
I think everybody has one or the other regrets. I am no different. I couldn’t get a job in the area of my interest, I couldn’t move abroad like some of my friends, My bank balance seems in no mood to fulfil my ‘travel the world’ wish, as it is busy feeding my home loan account.
But today Mary Oliver’s question made me think hard- if I could achieve all these things then would these have proved my Big Achievements? A rich bank balance and a world tour would define my precious life?
No doubt all these things are important in life. Good job, good family, own house, own car, family’s health, good bank balance, they are important part (and necessary also to some extent )of our life. But does our life revolve just around these so termed Big achievements?
My mind ponders
Is it not always precious whenever I spend some happy/emotional /loving/caring moments with my family or friends? Even the sad moments shared together are valuable. The emotional bond becomes stronger, plus the sorrows get divided when we share.
Was that not precious when a beggar was shivering with cold on the roadside and I had the financial means to donate him a blanket?
Was that not precious when one of my students from a very poor family passed his board exams and came in merit? I still remember how his labourer father thanked me with teary eyes. Those tears were so precious.
Was that not achievement when my friend could find an answer to her problem in my motivational blog post? The hug she gave me that day sent many blessings my way.
These were a few moments when God gave me a chance to spread smiles.
“When you spread smiles they come back to you multiplied.”
Nothing else is more precious than spreading love and smiles.
At the end of the day what is important in life is – Did you smile? Did you help someone? Could you make someone smile? Were you able to get someone’s blessings? Do you contend? What gives you real happiness – things you can collect or the things you can help somebody with?
Achieve whatever you want in Life, work hard, accept challenges, learn new skills, but remember happiness is the ultimate goal. Isn’t it? One can be happy only when happiness is inside and around. So work for your inner happiness as well around you.
I want to live the moments, I want to smile, I want to share caring emotions, I want love all around, I want to spread Smiles, I want to see everyone smiling. Yes, That’s what I want to do in my previous life, Ms Mary Oliver. May God grant me many opportunities to spread Smiles! How beautiful the world would be when there is love all around, everyone smiling, everyone caring for the other, no grudges, no hatred, no regrets in life!
A version of this was first published here.
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My house-help asked excitedly, “I am going for wedding. Can you let me wear your red & black saree? To be honest I was stumped for a moment; I didn’t know what to say but I still said yes.
I lent a gorgeous saree to my house-help for a wedding in her family. Soon I stated getting questions if I would wear that saree again or if I was okay to be seen wearing the same saree my house-help was wearing?
We are all so conditioned to give our used clothes to our house-helps but are we okay to wear the clothes they were wearing?
A few days ago she came excitedly to me, “I am going for a family wedding. I want to wear your red & black saree, Ill wash and give it to you after the function. Please can you let me wear it?”
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There was a rash of comments on the post shared on Instagram, which ranged from “chill, it’s just a compliment” and “stop overthinking compliments”, to (worried) men lamenting about “these feminazi”.
Here’s my answer to all those comments.
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(This is as told to the author of this article. Names are changed to protect identities)
My name is Pragya. I live in a small town of India. I’m the only daughter of my parents, who own a small boutique. I graduated from college a year back. Now I’m doing my BEd. I want to teach in a Govt. school. At present I teach pre-primary students in a private school. I take private tuitions. I went to a Govt. school and then to a Govt. college. We were never rich, nor poor. We had the necessities of life. I always wore what my parents stitched for me, two pair of shoes and had only a few dolls. Holidays meant a few days at Jalandhar where my grandparents lived. I’ve never travelled to any city but Delhi, twice. But we had a contented life. My parents are dignified, respected people. They dreamt of the day I got a Govt. job after which my marriage will be fixed.
So, we stay where we are and continue the fight. We continue speaking up. In small and big doses. In articles like these. In family conversations. Over the dinner table and in big gatherings.
Trigger Warning: This deals with suicide and parental abuse, and may be triggering for survivors.
‘What the hell is your problem? Why can’t you just shut up and do as you’re told.’