Showing posts with label Existential thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Existential thoughts. Show all posts

Thursday, January 19, 2023

Normalising Talking about the Not so good days

 



We talk about the good days, the perfect days, the days filled with achievements.


Let us also normalise talking about days when we feel exhausted, take time to wrap our head around everything that seems too fast for us to comprehend, days when we want to just stay home and rest but adulting calls. These days may seem imperfect, non-productive, not the best at the first go.

But time to stop, take a step back and acknowledge that you took that first step, did not snooze the alarm, got ready for work while 'He' made breakfast and drove you to the metro station. You read on the metro travel and then chatted with the auto person who spoke about political rallies and traffic jams. Began taking classes and are slowly inching towards the long day ahead.

The day you embrace, knowing it feels like a struggle. The day you took care of self and of the world around you, one step at a time.

It is 7am and you still pose with your little girl, holding her close, because you are wearing the dokra art earring you picked at Dastkar and it makes your heart warm and gives a leap to your step. You smile, because 'He' is behind the camera.

#ExistentialThoughts #Adulting #Exhaustion #Acknowledgment #SelfLove #ReadingOnMetro 

Posted on Facebook on 16th January, 2023 at 10,50am.

Saturday, December 10, 2022

Moments of hope arise

 

Ira had her School Mela today. We had been really looking forward to it. The children, adults had put in immense effort for the big day.  And then inclement weather thanks to the Cyclone and plans had to change. A limerick to mark today. 





The morning began with constant pitter patter and gloomy skies

Will it happen or not, suspense stays and the sun still shies

We will have to wait, date with school another day

Post rains, rainbow and sunshine on the way

Change is constant, we learn and adapt, moments of hope arise


#ExistentialThoughts #Limerics #Ira #Iraisms #IraAtEight #EffablesAtEight #Pramadhs #Chai #HotChocolate #LoveReading #Hope #Adapt 


Wednesday, June 1, 2022

Now

 


You love someone, tell them now

That book you loved, talk about it now

That music you laughed and cried listening to, share about it now

The travel that rejuvenates you, go for it now

The hobby that brings a sparkle to your eyes, pursue it now

The coffee you have together, toast to it now

The little plays and chatter, be a part of it intently now

That fish curry and mangsher jhol reminded you of home, tell the one who cooked for you with love now

If you feel something about someone, something somewhere... express it now


Do it now

Laugh loudly

Love deeply

Hug tightly

Kiss passionately

Express vehemently

Share earnestly


Life is too transient

Moments are too short

Memories stay on

So, does the pain, the hurt and the loss. 


"I love you and you mean the world to me. "

Say this to the one who needs to hear it, now. 


#ExistentialThoughts #LovePoetry #Life #Love #Gratitude #Loss #Pain 


Wednesday, March 30, 2022

“T for Tuberculosis”- word building and life-defining, the Pramadh way

 


                             17th March 2022, The evening we will always remember and be grateful for


“T for Tuberculosis”, said Ira thrilled that she could remember the word she had learnt from Papa.

This blog piece has been a difficult one to start writing. Difficult because too many thoughts, the dilemma of how much to share and how to share. Also, is there a need to share so much personal information? But then, I decided to write this in the hope that this will help someone be cautious, be aware and understand, because there may be others like us. Can a mere 1500 words sum up what we went through, the fears, the pain and the moments when we told ourselves, “One day at a time”. We are immensely grateful that we lucked out at going to the doctor at the right time. We are immensely grateful for the doctors who were with us the last year, grateful for family and friends who were there to joke and laugh with, wonder and share, be that immense silent support on tough days and help us find semblances of normalcy on days which seemed uncertain. The storm has passed, some unruly waves remain and we are tiding through them, one day at a time. This blog is my account, what I felt as a partner, what I saw him go through and how we dealt with it. Prashant is a man of few words, but silences speak too.

It is a year since Prashant and I got our first bout of Covid and isolated at home, while Ira stayed with my Mashi-Mesho and my Parents for 17 days. We had not imagined that the roller coaster ride had just begun. Ira got covid In April and recovered at home, with adequate rest, a summer camp to keep her occupied and distanced games.

Beginning of May, Prashant felt some pain, a slight discomfort in swallowing and a bit of a sore throat. A person who never does OTC meds, he met our ENT doctor. An ultra sound later, they discovered that he had inflammation of the thyroid and some nodes in the thyroid and a prominent one in the neck. Doctor said that they are seeing this in post covid recovered patients and gave him medication for the pain; and was advised a follow up scan in 4 weeks. I am deliberately not going to write the medical terminologies that were shared with regard to the diagnosis because every case differs and I know we all love google.

Four weeks later, he had to undergo an Ultrasound of the neck, followed by a CT scan of the Neck, Chest and Pelvic region, along with a range of blood tests. The CT scan showed nodes in thyroid, neck and lungs. He underwent a biopsy to confirm certain possible diagnoses. When we sat at the hospital looking at that CT report, Prashant began counting the nodes and after a number said, I think I should stop and walked into the biopsy room. I was with him at the hospital and I remember carrying Jahnavi Barua’s Rebirth to read. I must have read about a page or 2 while he was undergoing the procedure. Post the procedure, he told me how they took about 12 samples, how he was aware of what was happening, how he felt a bit woozy at that point due to the anaesthesia and then drank Appy that the hospital gave him. My throat was parched and I sat listening to this man, bewildered at his strength and worrying I may begin to bawl at any moment. However, let me take this moment to tell you an inside information. I am an experienced care giver and can manage hospital formalities like a pro, including negotiating with nurses and asking probing questions to concerned doctors. My Baba’s surgery and Prashant’s three knee surgeries are witness to that. Post the biopsy, Prashant came home with bandage patches on the neck and spoke to Ira about what the doctors did. She knew that they had found some nodes in his neck. What followed was 5 days of excruciating waiting period for the reports.

The reports confirmed that Prashant had Tuberculosis. A close friend said that this was a good thing, given the other possibilities. Guess we all try to find that silver lining in the cloud. His ENT did say that we had to continue to closely monitor the thyroid nodes over the next few months and referred us to an infectious diseases specialist. We thought ok, let us meet the doctor start medicines and that’s it. Little did we know that these medicines were for minimum 9 months, we had to test if the TB was resistant type because then the course of treatment would differ; there were expected side effects, he had to undergo multiple tests every few days, some vital functions had to be closely monitored. Ira and I also had to get a Chest Xray done and an important blood test for Ira immediately. Thankfully, our tests were clear. Prashant underwent some more tests and then his medications began. He had to immediately isolate for the next 4 weeks. This was really tough. We had just come out of two isolations but nothing prepares you for moments like this. It was when Ira also began her school, an alternative learning community that we found. Her initial days and she would be excited to share it all with Papa. The long distance conversations and games with N95 masks began. Prashant had some side-effects with the medicines. However, we have a brilliant doctor who had prepared us well. The round of regular tests and appointments began. The initial few weeks it was stressful when the results had to come. We tell ourselves it will be okay, but then we fear to feel too hopeful also. We celebrated Father’s day while Prashant was in isolation. It was during the course of this time that one day while playing word building, Ira said, “T for Tuberculosis”. Post the reports, Prashant had a conversation with Ira and prepared her for the months ahead.

10 months down the line, Prashant’s tests and scans are clear and the TB is cured. There are smaller follow ups on some vital aspects to be done, but like I said, one day at a time. All these months, he consulted the doctor online. This time we finally met her in person. She helped us understand how this may have been triggered with the immunity going low post covid. She also was cautious as we got the second bout of Covid this January. She has asked us to be wary and observant for the next two years as that is the remission period for TB. So, crossing all fingers and toes. The evening we got to know this, we went out for dinner to celebrate this moment of relief, hope and happiness over some Italian food and desserts.

The course of these ten months have been emotionally exhausting for us in different ways. We were shocked to see that there was so much going on inside, while he had no visible TB symptoms. But we will always be glad about how aware he is of his body and that he went to the doctor that morning. For someone like him, who is very rational, pragmatic, follows instructions; and believes and chooses to only share very few things; he even went for all the intermediate scans and doctor appointments alone. For someone like me, who every moment was on high alert, wanting to know if he is feeling ok. A little sneeze, cough or clearing of throat, a bit of tiredness and I would keep asking if he was ok. I may have even become like a helicopter spouse. There were nights when I woke up to just hear him breathe, and if someone snoring gives you immense happiness, I was there because I felt he was soundly sleeping. I had many quiet days and what kept me sane was work. Will always be glad for friends and colleagues at work- both my training space and college. Not many knew what we were going through and we hold on to the ones who did and stood by like the strongest pillars of support possible.

Prashant has a huge pain tolerance and I know this was hard for him. The number of medicines that he had to take, the effects they had. But he never cribbed, not once. He (I guess) found solace in his work, the carefully planned holidays we did, in the books he read and all the netflixing. We all have our ways to fight our battles and He did it his way. One of his friend said that why were things happening to him one after the other and all we could do was wonder. Prashant had no co-morbidities or health issues prior to the covid bout which was quite bad for him. But post-mortems in moments like this don’t help, it is important to look ahead and deal with it. Having said that, I did all the post mortems in the head and out loud too. Didn’t I say, we all have our ways to deal with things. Ira was concerned for him and she knew somedays he was in discomfort. But after a point, she almost forgot that he had TB till we did the final set of tests and he told her he is cured.

So, next time we play word building and she says, T for TB. We will only be glad that it doesn’t define our present but is a time in the past.

#Pramadhs #Us # Love #Gratitude #Ira #Iraisms #IraAtSeven #StoriesAtSeven #Conversations #Covid19 #TB #Reflections #ExistentialThoughts #PragmaticHim #PostCovid

Monday, August 30, 2021

My Narrative Is Mine to Build

 


Ira drew this for her art class. A tree with roots of her imagination. Quite sums up what I feel these days. 


You are not in my shoes

You don't know my struggles

You are not in my space

You don't know my woes


My battles are my own

My shackles are mine to break

My thoughts are mine to temper

My narrative is mine to build


Some moments are difficult to comprehend

Some fears are difficult to rationalise

Some hopes are difficult to foresee

Some roads are difficult to navigate


I find solace in the quiet

I find rhythm in the solitude

I find answers as I look within

I find kindness as I let go


No puzzle, just a state of mind

No destination, just a journey to find

No judgement, just be kind

No story, just time left behind


#ExistentialThoughts #LovePoetry #MTrails #ArtByIra #IraLovesArt #Ira #Iraisms #IraAtSeven #StoriesAtSeven 


Friday, June 25, 2021

What do you see?

 


     

When you see patterns in the clouds

When you see colour in the grey

When you see lifelines in the green leaves

When you see meaning in scrambled words

When you see stories on blank pages

When you see aspiration in day dreams

When you see sense in chaos

When you see hope in bleak moments

When you see perfection in the ordinary

When you see resilience in broken smiles

When you see memories in lonely eyes

When you see love in withered flowers

When you see life in the meandering paths


When you see beyond the obvious, you truly see. 


#ExistentialThoughts #LovePoetry #SubjectiveSonnet 

Saturday, April 24, 2021

Just your way, for you


A piece of Art made by our little girl



The fear that can engulf us

The uncertain thoughts

The hesitant actions

The scattered dialogues


Broken windows, 

shattered glass

Could just depict

The state of mind


The overwhelming sense

Of having no control

A story being written

Words going astray


The constant looking

Over the shoulder

The endless gushes of water

Wash... Clean... Repeat


The emptiness in a filled day

The feeling of no-feeling

Anger Desperation Grief

The numbness that spreads


Clutching to moments

Finding solace in books

Redefining art in coloured paper

Venting through poetry


All of us 

In this together

Holding on tight

To our lives, our sanity, our breath


Reach out, chat

Listen, be there

Share the laughs

Break the tension


Be kind, Be empathetic

Do what works for you

There is no right way

Just your way, for you. 


#ExistentialThoughts #Covid19 #Poetry #MTrails 


Tuesday, October 6, 2020

 


I will not be chained
I will not be broken
I will not be throttled
I will not be silenced
I will not be burnt
I will not be a spectacle

I don't want to be your fearless daughter
I don't want to be the victim
I don't want to be the fighter
I don't want to be the brave-survivor
I don't want to be the cover story
I don't want to be the nightmare

I am not an object to be devalued
I am not a subject to be delineated
I am not that analysis you tweak to your glory
I am not that yarn you shred with your story
I am not that struggle you undermine with your history
I am not that 'human' you dehumanise

The No you need to hear
The No you need to understand
The No you need to accept


#ExistentialThoughts #Poetry 



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