Dear 2019

Another ride of 365 days comes to an end . As i am traveling back in this year i am trying to string together all the memories and all i can say it was a swift year ,moved at a pace i am unsure of.It was a year full of professional and personal turmoils yielding no bigger result however the journey made me glance at what life is.It was tough,i have come across moments where i have freezed to take a decision.This year has taught me to take risks which i never did,it made me financially very independent I have learnt to prioritize my responsibilities,i learnt to sacrifice my joy over my family's happiness,  have met many new people,had deep conversations,perspective and opinions of others has amazed me,this year has made me feel more blessed,filled with gratitude for the Almighty.
This year made me learn how to handle the different personalities,above everything i learnt to speak and take a stand because if we don't stand for ourselves ,nobody else will.Never be dependent or keep high hopes and expectations from humans,if somebody can grant your wish then its just your Lord.He listens and answers at the right time.
The hardest lesson i learnt is everything has its own time,you cannot win over it.Do not plan your life waiting for something to happen,rather create opportunities and carve your path,the thorns are inevitable but the strength shall soar.
However the saddest part is i din't fulfill any of my goals ,my sheer lack of determination is what i wish to come over in this year.I did not reach anywhere close to my fitness goals.Inconsistent work outs and practice has again kept me way from 21 km marathon.A busy schedule took away my time to explore mountains.the target of 10 books per month made me realize i cannot just lie in one corner and stick to books but balance it with other important events and family.I have still not figured out my work interests.My business ideas failed miserably with no execution.Everyday i wonder while traveling to work,all i am getting is a salary which is important but how much is my potential and talent getting justice.How much can i groom myself.I took no efforts to write a book instead just dreamt of it.I have to settle in my personal life and shoulder responsibilities
This year 2018 has given me a mirror to my skills as well as flaws and as i am welcoming 2019 i shall again strive hard to fulfill all that i have left behind,ready to learn and grow and find a meaning rather a purpose to life.
Dear 2019 i am prepared for newer challenges,memories and beginnings.Year after year the bundle of my experiences makes me understand the greatness of my Almighty and his mercy.I am grateful for everything right from my joys to tears.
To end Thank you 2018,and dear 2019 I welcome you with sincere prayer for the well being of my family and friends.

-SSW

The Art that Reflects.

P.C Google

The trajectory of colors stand in a line ,
When the glance of lens catches them fine.
What a beautiful image echoes the one,
Who owns the pride of being it's rum.
The kick of its melody addicts the soul,
The trance of its beauty catches the whole.
You set them in a frame of beautiful art,
And weave it to glorify the hidden dart.
The passion of colors stills the moment,
Stealing the breadth of mystique torments.
The green field amidst the smiling eyes,
And the wailing heart of love that dies.
The sculptures carved of lost portrait,
And the pieces hooked like a bait.
The walls,corners,rivers with valley,
The rising sun and the dusky alley.
They pose to the lens and set an affair,
To muse it's thought of a beautiful pair.
Combing the streets and the wild sky,
A photographer walks with a bird's eye.
The ordinary glances seems so different
When viewed from the world of knitted.
Like the depth of the ocean lying beneath,
Echoes the narrative that is tangled within .
The 'Art that Reflects' in the eyes of a click,
Has a concealed story that begins to speak..

-SSW

Let 'me' elope...

When i close my eyes to hear the call,
Throwing back to chaos in midst of all..
The radiant mask ,silently whispers to me,
Give your words wings to rise so free....
And my heart writes this story of Me!

Let 'me' elope to the space of another,
To bow to the sight of vastness of nurturer.
The nature rings the trumpet of its love
Wearing the Cape of the unidentified one .
Serene and calm is the black ocean above,
With the glittering sparks of the rising stars .
The dancing breeze drowns in the black,
With the rays of moon traversing back.
When can i sleep in the arms of beauty,
Of the nurturing light smiling swiftly.
When can i hear of  all the lullabies,
That play together like a humming bee!
When can i see the laid carpet green,
Gently knitted to ease the rising grief!

O'People
Let 'me' elope to the world of another,
Away from your hatred and the shudder.
When i close my eyes to hear the call,
Throwing back to chaos in midst of all..
I see you gasping for an ounce of love,
But the stone of  heart has blocked it all,
The carpet green is with the stain of red,
The war of enmity has made it bled!
Let it stop else thy drown in the ashes,
Open your eyes ,
before you find yourself in heap of trashes!
Till then ,i shall elope to the world another,
Of my thoughts,words and the nurturer!


-SSW

The Little shit

Shitty shat shits across the shitted one,
The nature calls the dung of the pun
Why they begin to utter the chitter chats,
They grow in the grotto of the hidden brats..
Peep through the ladder of their thoughts,
Clean is their house but messy is their floor.
The bitter talks when trots through the path
Snips across the walls of many grievous heart.
But the shitty shats loop around in accord,
To throw the brow of venomous glance,
Their talk,their looks and the canthus,
Reflect the shitty shats living in their self .
So know the story of the hidden brats,
As these piece of shits are around like rats.
Do not heed or give them a chance to brawl,
Cage them in silence thy not giving a shit to theirs .

-SSW

The Melodious trance

Swings the breeze across my cheeks ,

As i swirl to its soothing feel...

What makes me smile i talk aloud,

To the silence looping in the crowd!

The yellow field can i catch O' love,

Or may be let it grow much above?

Running across my wave of thoughts,

Pauses a moment of flickering love!

Twinkles my heart to moving trance,

When my soul giggles to what is sour!

The knowing of self is drowning to world,

Loosing its hold is seen by all..

I am the captive of the prisoner of Me

Not knowing the worth of 'Who is she'..

The constant knacks of the ladder built,

By the will of what the society thinks..

The mountain of heap was difficult to reach,

Until i felt its not the need!

The shackles of wall loosened the prisoner,

To fall in love with the flickering moments,

To escape in trance and feel the oneness

To the ocean left behind  the restless!

And that glowed the piece of inner me,

To gather the peace of melodious reach!

My strength is the self that completes me,

I shall love it beyond the societal breech.

-SSW

8th september 2017

   

Exactly a year back I celebrated my birthday, the most memorable one because life tested me for who I am. It taught me a lesson and left an unprecedented memory for all my coming years. I was standing on a cliff, with my principles and beliefs on one end and the worldly desire holding the flag of my career on the other.

 

On 28th July 2017, my Master's in Occupational therapy (M.O.T.h) results were declared and I was blessed with being a university ranker. Soon after that, I approached one of my very good seniors at a renowned hospital in Mumbai named Kokilaben Dhirubhai Ambani Hospital (KDAH), and he forwarded my resume to the HR. With the regular formalities I was called in for an interview. I found my batch-mate Prathiksha there for the interview and my friend Ajay was working there as well. I was happy to have them around. We went together further, got selected, and the pay was fixed which was decent. I was very excited to start my practice in an area of my interest that is adult neuro-rehabilitation.

 

I went to the hospital two to three times before joining to finish all the formalities. On 22nd August I joined the first job of my career, my first work place. I was sitting back resting on the chair on day one, as the orientation and paperwork were going on. I was sailing on the sea of thoughts, calculating my plans. The day went smooth. After the tiring formalities, creating salary account to bio-metric, everything was done, new joiners were sent to their respective departments.

 

We took a lift to the 6th floor of the hospital building, the physical medicine and rehabilitation department, I and Prathiksha picked up a random chat, trying to figure out what was next. We were asked to meet our HoD, who welcomed us with a brief orientation of our respective work and directed us to our team head. As our team head left for the day, we met our other colleagues, many of them being our seniors from KEM. All of them were in black trousers and blue t-shirts with the department name printed at the back. Few of them were even wearing aprons atop the department uniform. We were welcomed by our colleagues who made us familiar with the department's functioning. We were asked to observe for a day until we were assigned with any patients.

 

The day ended and I happily returned home, for that day at the least.

 

September 8th: I resigned! Know what happens in between. 

Day 2 went in understanding the work, receiving advice from the seniors, getting familiar with the place and people around.

 

On day 3 my HR asks me to visit her as we came across each other in the canteen. I got curious as my colleague Prathiksha was not called, so I got a little inquisitive to know if any paperwork is pending, and she calmly smiles nothing to worry about.

I took out some time and got down to the Mezzanine floor, it was 4.30 pm, my shift was 10-6 pm.

I met her and she smiles at first, takes me aside in a room. I clearly remember her words. This is how the conversation started.

 

HR- Hi, I just wanted to convey to you, see don't get it wrong, but wearing a headscarf is not allowed on the premises. You can wear it to the hospital but on duty when you are in uniform, you can't. This is the rule.

Me- Speechless, I was taken aback and froze at that moment as I had never come across this discrimination before.

 

Yes, I was questioned as to why I wear it, to which I always gave a satisfactory answer and was contented with it. Hijab is my choice and nobody had ever asked me to take it off so casually. At that moment, I had no words, I didn't know how to react, what to say as I was not prepared for it.

I gathered my strength and cross-questioned her:

 

 "Why didn't you tell me before. I will speak to the HR head".

 

I went up and met my senior colleague, he was stunned to know this and immediately went to speak to our HoD who was equally shocked and unaware of this hospital rule. But he chose to not interfere in the administration and I was advised to speak to the HR team head. His cabin being on the same floor I immediately went to him and gently knocked to enter. I narrated everything and requested him to kindly consider it. He defended the decision saying, 

 

"How can we allow people with dupattas on heads and scarves on duty? We have a policy!" 

 

It was abrupt and rude! I again insisted saying I will be in uniform, I will wear a scarf of the color code and maintain it. I will also use skull caps when I enter ICU's and I gave all sorts of reasoning to his questions and at the end, he just said we will get back. I could not hold myself and went to the washroom, tears were flowing down. I could sense what is coming.

The only thing I knew was, I am not giving up on the hijab.

The day ended, on my way back I called up Sabika, my cousin and friend who gathered my broken pieces and fixed them perfectly to prepare me for next.

 

I hit the routine from the next day and started with my assigned patients. Within the next two to three

days, the entire department knew this. People had a mixed opinion, everyone was disappointed and supported me. They gave me advice, go to the media, file a case, don't give up. I kept myself calm. I decided to take things as they come.

 

A week later, I got a call from HR. The HR head and their team wants to meet. 

I was sitting in a conference room in front of four senior staff, I didn't know their post. They were gathered to convince me that I should oblige by rule.

 

I was stern. We had a heated conversation, I held myself strong and raised too many questions which I am listing below.

1) Why does this rule exist in a democratic country? Is this hospital following some other constitution, if there is no freedom of religion?

 

2)How does it make a difference if I am in an extra cloth on my head if you claim we are not getting on religious grounds.?

 

3)Do patients connect to a doctor on his attire or his skills/treatment?

 

4)When I came to the hospital for prior formalities/medical checks, where was your rule then. Is it very casual to ask someone to uproot his belief?

 

5)If it is written in HR policy, I want to see it.

 

6)Give me in writing that I cannot work here because I am in a headscarf, which is not allowed.

 

7)Will you ask a Sikh with a turban to take it off. I saw a Sikh from some other department as the staff there.

On questioning this they replied he is not from the formal dress code requirement.

I said what if a Sikh girl with a turban applies, you will not consider her because of her attire, and to my surprise, they answered yes to make it less communal.

However, I observed, talent and skills did not count as their top priority while recruiting.

 

8)And last, Why there is a need to call me over again, all the senior officials gathering together to put me under interrogation when my older questions remain unanswered.

 

With due respect, I conveyed my points and politely requested them to consider but the answer I got was:

 

"We sympathize with you, but top management won't consider".

 

I don't know who all were part of this bench of senior officials, but such rules are a shame to our freedom. A beautiful country of ours which is known for its cultural diversity and brotherhood is put to disappointment by people who think the system should work according to them.

 

This went on, and on the evening of 7th of September, I took a train from Andheri after my 12-8 pm shift, I made up my mind. This hospital does not deserve my service if it cannot respect my religion and me as an individual. I spoke to my friend and cousin, Sabika, again and she said:

 

"Baji! go with your heart."

 

On the 8th morning, I came to the 6th floor, but not in uniform, my team had planned a lunch party to celebrate the completion of probation of some of my colleagues. We went to a BBQ, had lunch. I was overwhelmed with a surprise cake as my birthday celebration. 16 days of togetherness gave me a lot of memories and love.

 

For them, my scarf did not matter.

 

We came back to the hospital, I gently knocked on the door of Mrs. XY senior HR, I placed my letter, signed it and with a smile looked at her and said:

 

"8th September, my birthday, I decide to not give my service to an organization that does not respect me."

 

I did say a few more things leaving a pile of thoughts on her to ponder. She hugged me, said a few words, and wished me for a bright future. I left to catch up with my friends, who were waiting for me to lead a birthday celebration ahead. The day ended on a memorable note.

 

I thank my Almighty Allah (s.w.t) for helping me to stand by the right, my parents, my brother, and my family who are always there to encourage me to take my independent decisions. My friends and all my lovely juniors and seniors from KEM who stood behind my back.

Special thanks to Raji ma'am, Chandu sir, Dhananjay sir, Mansi ma'am, and the entire team of OT. 

I have no count on the number of people who messaged me to motivate, and at the same time, expressed their anger and disappointment.

 

I had my reasons to not file a case, although I wanted to and had mentioned it in my heated discussions with the bench of senior officials. However, I am happy with my decision and in a year I got blessed with opportunities that I would have never thought of.

 

Today when I look back, I laugh at all the events and conversations with the top management, they stand way down to be on top.

 

All I ponder is, this beautiful nation is in danger at the hands of people who have sown communal seeds. The hatred is not amongst people. We live together in harmony, but divide and rule has always been used by some to disrupt this harmony.

 

I have read many articles where females wearing hijab have been asked to take it off at the workplace, university, or exams. This is a serious issue.

 

Hijab is our cape and identity.It's my way of living and practice.Today's modernization is reverting to the lowest intellect level.There have been many discussions and reasoning to define liberalism by today's stalwarts

 

 I have a question to them:

 

"What is it about being liberal? 

When I don't question your outfit, why is mine under surveillance?"

 

Do not pester a veiled woman just like the way you don’t bother a naked one.

 

Live and let live!

 

 -SSW

 

 P.S: The intent of this article is to create awareness of the increasing number of such events. India is a beautiful nation and the citizens want to live in harmony. I condemn the imposition of such rules in vice versa situations as well. An individual should be respected and accepted as a human irrespective of their religious or regional background. Let's spread love and peace.

 

 

The Magic Wand

  “St Sebastian Chamber”, a known school in the Alaska province of America was situated in the south central area of the city. With its myriad islands, Alaska is also known for its millions of lakes and majestic beauty. A densely populated city was also regarded for its excellence in academic front as most of the inter-institutional events were leaded by this city with ‘St Sebastian’ being a prime one.

Elsa, tall girl with a healthy physique, a dusky Indian with deep brown eyes, had long hair like the waves of the ocean. She was daughter of a critical care nurse and CEO of American line express. She was a pampered child of the house for being the only one of the business stalwart at Alaska. Her neighbourhood friends thought of her to be arrogant and rude.

Elsa, was a very known girl of her school for being the soccer champ. She was the part of her school’s cool group and would always be on front for academic and co-curricular activitites.She and her friend Marina often had debates on different topics which would get heated in to an argument, until someone else would intervene to resolve. Elsa, never believed in fairy tales, wizards or magic and marina was a firm believer of the same. One evening while walking back from the school, Elsa had a difference of opinion with marina and cathedral over fairy tale. Cathedral, marina’s friend asked Elsa “If you get something magical what would you do?”

Elsa smirked” I would take you in the air and drop you down”

She laughed aloud and walked ahead.

Marina looked down in embarrassment and maintained silence.

Next day in school, there was a list that her teacher had put on the school’s activity board. It was a selection list for the new musical. There was a lead role for a wizard.

Marina was upset with elsa for making fun of her friend.

To cheer her up elsa went along with marina for the audition.   Although wizards never caught her excitement but she thought to herselfv“it’s ok if I don’t get selected, but if I do it will be fun.”

    Linda teacher, in the coming week declared the list and to her surprise she was selected for the lead role.

She went home in an unusual excitement to narrate all the event to her father. The little daughter was always heard at home with fervour.

Father granted her some reward for her new accomplishment. She decided to share it with her friends but a few of them did not come thinking of her to be arrogant who is putting others down.

After the school she decided to take her friends to the park.

Marina Congratulated Elsa and wished her luck.

Elsa treated her friends at the park and went running towards the last gate where her car was parked.

She seemed to be in hurry and looked little tired. May be she had forgotten something but her friends thought she left for home and went away to next garden.

While retuning back she saw something shining.

She thought to herself “Oh Lord. Am I so much in to my musical.”?I can see wand all around

She went a little close, and yes it was a wand!

“Is this a magical wand, how wonderful would it be if it turned out to be a magical wand.” She spoke to herself

While swirling the wand in the air she noticed a dead flower blooming again, towards which the wand was pointed “She jumped in air, How wonderful! and shouted in surprise. This is indeed a magical wand” she said.

She ran back towards her friends to narrated it to them but alas there was no one to hear her .

In one hand she held a bunch of flowers and in the other her newly found love.

She went back in tears and slept quietly.

Next day after the school she went out and started to use her magic wand. Suddenly she waved her wand and to her surprise the tree next to her started falling she saw a boy sitting there to which she got panicked and by the help of thewand moved the boy to the other side of the road and said “I am sorry” and went away .

The next day she saw the same boy playing near that fallen tree.

 she asked “what is your name?” the boy replied “my name is Sam”

then the boy asked her the same and she replied “my name is Elsa.”

Now everyday Elsa use to go to play with Sam and one day she asked “you don’t go to school” then Sam replied “I am poor I can’t go to school.” My parent can only provide me with food” Elsa felt very bad and gave Sam whatever he needed.

She shared her wand with him. Sam thanked Elsa for being such a wonderful and helpful friend. From that time Elsa and Sam became best friend.

Elsa realised who her friend is ,and narrated everything to her father.

Elsa’s father made her understand that you don’t need a magical wand to help others but helping others is only a magic.

She decided to drown the wand in water and help everyone in any little way because her father told her that” A helping hand is more than a magical wand”!

You should strive to be of help than to not judge anyone.

-SSW

Yemeni Cries

 

 

 

 

Know that,It's all fog around us,

When we smile across the dust.

The morning sun with the dark night,

Comes together  to weep in plight.

 

Gazing in silence with the world behind.

Sharply seeing each one of us dying. 

 

Like roaring thunder of scorching sun,

They all seem to be angry but of no help .

 

The dark clouds of death and life,

Encircle our day with a regime. 

 

Don't they know the power lies in us,

Our eyes so fierce gives it thrust.

 

Pity not when you can't stand ahead,

Resting your back at a comforting place.

 

The chitter chatter no more matter,

When the tall heights fall on platter.

 

We see them turn in to the ashes,

Schools,hospitals,buses and glasses.

 

Millions eyes have lost their dreams,

School rhymes now hear screams.

 

The thirsty river paints us with red,

Our tears drown in the mighty well.

 

Aches our heart seeing our children die.

When our women weep and men cry.

 

Air strike,fire,bombings and blood,

Yemen is all about life and death!

 

We call in unison to other nations,

But united ones do nothing for us.

 

When eloped in fire is our ease,

The mighty world is quiet on knees!

 

The Human rights are beyond for us,

Not animals are slaughtered like us.

The Yemeni cries are loud to pierce,

O People,does it reach your ears!?

 

 -SSW

 

P.S:There are killings all across the world,and yes i stand against any human being killed irrespective of any regional divide.

But the hypocrisy and silence of the world to this nation speaks volumes about their bias and power.

All i ponder is, together are we are incapable to do justice to the wailing souls.

 

Wife of an Army Man!

Thought for a while to put up the tittle,pondering to self whether to write wife or the family. Then I paused to think ,indeed wife is the mirror of family so here is my thoughts on a topic close to me.

P.C:Google Images

We hear news and like the posts on social media praising with pride the family of our army men and I always wondered how different it must be for them .

But I got an opportunity to talk to a young lady whom I admire ,she is my colleague and a friend,also wife of  a brave officer of CRPF.

When I got to know how he choose to serve the nation and give up on the comforting life and a medical career ahead,it amazed me.

I remember her saying " he  Took a U turn "and I kept admiring ,like a choice only a few special ones make .

Walking by the road I hesitantly pick up the conversation saying 'it must be difficult staying apart' ?

And she smiles.

Yes it's very different from civilians,every thing is so unpredictable,sudden operations ,interior postings,staying alone,at times there is no network to communicate...

As she went on I was sailing in a sea of thoughts trying to gather all of them,filled with pride and gratitude for every uniform that works with a gleam.

What follows next wins my heart.

She narrates to me small incidences and happy moments of army life.

And I gently tell myself how we take things for granted .They smile ,laugh,live and express themselves because nothing is certain .

Well life is uncertain at our end too ,yet we grumble and frown on smallest discomforts ..isn't it something to learn and get inspired from. 

The wife of an Army man is a lady molded with iron, filled with the warmth of life,strong from out and tender from inside.

She takes a pride in her husband's work,sacrifices on her many dreams,molds her career with time and need.She is at a constant war handling the chores at home,her career and the sea of emotions at the border.It is indeed a commendable job.

She knows not to complaint but to create memories and live those happy moments with him.

One one end,in a busy city husband and wife work,have a regular job in the same city ,a routine of life with the minor ups and downs .But virtually they are there with each other. 

On the other the land of jawans and officers,the bag is packed ,they don't know when they are ordered to leave .

Well yeah men have transferable jobs,wife's stay alone or are to stay alone but what matters at the end is the cause.

One for self ,others for the sake of many .

There is  black and white side to everything but the fact remains constant.

Its a real courage to serve nation selflessly and with devotion but it takes lot more emotional strength to be better half of the best one.

A lot more strength to let your son,son in law or husband be there and stand besides them with pride.

I express my gratitude to not only the serving frontiers but their wives as well for sacrificing on the different aspects of life for our peace and safety.

I don't think my words can do complete justice to this topic but to sum up "Thank you AKN ma'am for this insight ".

Jai Hind!

-SSW

Are you an Alphonso!

Hapus..Meetha aur Fresh,everyone likes to have. Why? choosne maza ata hai!

Well a deep conversation with one of my colleague,a few years senior to me very well relates the state of a new employee to an organization.
Ever thought what fresher means,new to ripe with work not to mention.
The joining of a new one is equivalent to have a muted work machine,that can be molded to comfort as the new machine is capable to exceed beyond limits,is efficient and comes with installation of quick learning and more fascinating in trend with the current competition.
The machine being new unless not picked well won't give you trouble for a year at least,as the warranty says so .
The software of new employee is the latest version of the market,has shelf life with quest to learn and gives quick productivity.
So who would not want to make use of the new machine?or at least explore for once.
When i view this machine through the eyes of work ethics i see a big fat yellow Mango and hear an echo of hapusss...all around!
Placed in the plate of the bosses and seniors,the haapus is all ready and ripe,ab kya,,,chooos lo meethe aam ko.
And the alphonso smiles/nods head, Ok, Yes maam/Sir,Sure,Ok,Fine . The sweetness becomes more sweet with the overtime!
So next time if you are a newly launched machine,think over how you can prevent being an alphonso!
Be a high maintenance one! :D

The Emptiness around!

Home is a tight knitted love that is felt by each other's presence else it is a mere house.We must have come across this a number of times from many people that family makes home,walls make a house.
Right now when i am typing this post i am sitting in one corner of my house,i can feel the silence around,the tick-tock of my wall clock and can sense the presence of running fan chasing the wind.

Well my brother has just finished with his Master's last semester and has gone for a vacation with my mother to my native.I and my father could not get leave so we were left behind and now since his second shift is on, he comes home late night.So now,silence greets me when i am home after a hard day of work.
Today was the first day in their absence.I came home by 5.30 pm,opened the lock and said Assalam alaikum, a usual practise and mummy always replied with smile alaikum salam.But today i replied my own self.
After getting fresh and reciting namaz  i hunted in kitchen to feed my empty vessel,today there was nothing on table or no care to enquire what i will eat!I had no choice but to prepare myself or settle with whatever available.
I looked around and missed my brother' taunts and the random tiffs we picked up.I missed the random laughter and pulling of each other's leg.
It was late evening,but my dad's typical door bell did not buzz to notify he is there.I called him to tell i am home but he was busy and could not continue to talk.
Well i have a habit of narrating everything to my father in evening,and its fun to discuss so many experiences that my father listens with so much interest that i go on until my mother intervenes...kitna bolti ho...jakar roti banau! :D This did not happen today...well when he is home at night i will start my cassette  including a talk on this blogpost.

The evening was a silent one.The emptiness around was rising like a tide hitting on floor and sweeping it away.

I walked around like a responsible lady to keep everything at place,planned the dinner,started preparing it keeping in mind what will be tomorrow afternoon's lunch for dad and what will i take in tiffin.I felt big and sat down to retrospect how much i take my blessings for granted.
My family and every moment spent with them is something i should cherish each day.
At this moment i am grateful to God for this blessing,i know its matter of few days but definitely something to learn from and to fill heart with more gratitude.

-SSW

Lets Talk about it.. you are a soldier too!

Our brave hearts who are safeguarding us from danger each day on the largely knitted ,life threatened borders of our country,day and night are the heroes of this nation, our dear soldiers.
But do you know ,you are a soldier too...yes a mental health soldier!

Health is a dimension we only term in context to what is seen,like you are ill only if your body has heated up or your nose is draining or head is hurting or there is malaise and the list is endless.
No body talks about the hidden iceberg,what about anhedonia,the anxiety,restlessness,tears they are unseen context of health because they fall out of the classification laid by the society norms.
It's time we talk about it!

Mental health soldier,I came across this terminology in my graduation days in an early morning seminar packed by audience,delivered by a very renowned psychiatrist of Mumbai.
His presentation and speech seems embarked in my heart for i can recollect seventy percent of his talk which is quite surprising for an early morning talk!
Well,this article is not a reflection of what i remember but my personal experience and opinion.

The world is full of various people having different personalities.No body can have have a control on anyone but can we be a little considerate.
Rantings from a boss or a fight with colleague/friend/spouse etc is not unusual.People get low and sad.They shed tears,express anger,feel dejected.Relations break,people leave.A number of tragedies happen.But time heals it.We get over it.
But many don't.There are a number of researches stating that ninety five percent of people suffer from neurosis at some point of time in life.
Now what is neurosis? The presence of a symptom or a group of symptoms which cause subjective distress to the patient and the symptom is undesirable which means insight is present,we are well aware of what is happening and are in contact with reality.

As a society,only if we are wise with our jokes or sarcasm,we can make a significant difference. Well i don't mean live a saint life,but scan the person before speaking.His emotions may be a wall of glass or iron.If it's of glass you will break him in pieces with the stone of your words.
If its really difficult to get the right words out,i will advise to keep quite.Our silence at right moment can do wonders too.
Second,be alert if somebody says i want to talk,lend your ears,this person has kept aside his ego and looked up to you for help because you are capable of it.If you can sense something is wrong,be there.
May be the person will take time to open up,it's alright,don't persuade by constantly asking what happened.The ice will melt with the warmth of your presence and support.We can be watchful of this for the people around us.

These two exercise if we adapt in our life and execute it to our best ,i personally feel we can bring some change and develop better mental health.

-SSW