The Mask

As humans we experience an array of emotions. Love, fear, joy, sadness, gratitude, jealousy, contentment, guilt, anger, faith, pride….what a spectrum! It is but human to feel and the truth is not one person who has walked on face of this earth could ever deny experiencing this range of emotions in their lifetime. Yet there is a deep stigma attached to some of these emotions. Isn’t it also true that emotions are just transient states of mind? With a little self introspection and by tweaking our attitudes a little fear, sadness, anger and jealousy could be easily replaced with love, faith, gratitude, compassion, and ultimately bliss. How powerful it would be if we could teach our children to get in touch with their innermost feelings,accept them ,deal with them and move to higher grounds. Instead how often are they told to just be happy or be strong or smile so as to not reveal how they truly feel. Or worse still we now teach them to alter their moods or run away from how they are truly feeling with the click of a button. Then,my friends, wouldn’t that so called strength and happiness just be a mask ? Read on…..
The Mask
Last year on the day of Halloween,
A little boy strutted around in his ninja suit green,
Complete with a mask,abs and a puffed up chest,
A sword stashed away in his belt now at rest,
Ready to take on the world he did seem,
Conquering evil was not just a dream,
Unafraid he marched up and down the street,
In a booming voice yelling “Trick or treat”
Until from the corner of his eye he saw a dog yelp,
Then he stopped in his tracks and screamed for help.
Alas little did the boy know,
The mask wouldn’t transform his fears so….

Don’t we as adults do this all the time,
We hide our true feelings as if to reveal is a crime,
We put on masks of ego and pride,
Though we feel vulnerable deep inside,
We put up a stoic front,pretend to be brave,
Though we shudder within and for warmth we crave,
We push people we love the most,
Trample their feelings and then of victory we boast
We use our temper as a mighty shield
Angry words like swords we wield,
We feign indifference,pretend we don’t care,
Of the hurt we cause we are unaware,
Or sometimes it is the other way around,
We smile though deep within sadness mounds,
We pretend to laugh ,that all is well
When actually within waves of fury swell,
All this because to reveal our emotions is weak?
To love,to feel,to cry is meek?
What will happen come judgement day?
Like the little boy’s, our masks too will be washed away.

– Vidya.

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Diwali

Diwali – the Festival of Lights. The light being symbolic of the divinity within each of us. The lighting of the lamp is ceremonious to igniting the light in our souls kindled by love,compassion and joy. This Diwali as we clean out our homes to await the arrival of the Goddess of wealth,let us also clear the clutter in our minds. As we indulge in the sweets let us also savour the goodness in our hearts. Before we don on new garbs let us first don on an attitude of gratitude. Amidst the din of fireworks let us take time to find peace and renew faith in our hearts.
From our hearts and home in Charlotte to your homes and hearts the world over……Happy Diwali. Namaste.

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Reflection

Nature has some beautiful,unspoken rules. One of them being that the traits needed to be happy,joyful and successful in life are not inherited,they are acquired. The colour of your skin,the shape of your eyes or the length of your nose does not equal the happiness in your heart. If this were untrue then all of those who were well endowed with looks would also be the happiest people on earth. Yet over and over again, it is the lives of some of these very people we find plagued with depression,drugs,alcoholism and sadness. Another sad fact- these very people are the ones idolized by some of our youngsters. Bulimia,anorexia, angst,depression is so high among teens ,it’s alarming. If only we could reach out to all of them to let them know that each of them is unique,wonderful and has so much to offer; that they don’t have to look a certain way to lead passionate, joyful lives. Isn’t it amazing that inspite of the fact that billions of us inhabit this planet ,there is only one of each ? Let your children know that each of them is truly very special.

Reflection.

There was once a princess who lived by the sea,
Famed for her ravishing looks was she,
Soft-skinned,slender with long,luscious hair
Features chiseled, bright eyed and fair
Bards oft sang of her beauty and grace
Inspired poets versed odes of praise
Yet when the princess saw her reflection she grieved
For in her eyes perfection was still to be achieved.
She found her face too long,her nose far too small
She hated the fact that she was skinny and so tall
Of course, these were all traits she was born with
Oh how she so wished she could alter them a bit
” I’m not perfect” she said over and over out loud
Remorse descended over her like a dark cloud.
Tentacles of irritation gripped her tight
To brood she lay awake, sleepless at night.
Soon the bards sang of the princess who was blue
Poets wrote of her melancholy deep and true.

One day a bard sang of a girl in the country
Who was in love with herself ,always cheerful and happy.
“Oh, she must be perfect ” to the princess it seemed clear
“That’s why she is so blissful. I wish to meet her.”
The girl was summoned,the princess hoped to be enthralled
One look at the girl and the princess was appalled
So ordinary was the girl,not a dazzling stunner
Surely she must see this when she looked in the mirror
In disbelief the princess asked the girl her secret
How could she be happy when she was not perfect?
The girl replied,” I have my Dad’s eyes and his olive skin,
My mom’s bright smile, my aunt’s dimpled chin,
Grandma’s plump frame and grandpa’s so wavy
These are silken threads of love and heritage woven into me.
So what’s not to like when I look in the mirror
The image I see are of people I hold dear
These traits from my ancestors are what make me unique
I know there is none other in mankind like me.
This thought nourishes my soul and fills my heart with joy
To feel beautiful I know I don’t have to be Helen of Troy.”

– vidya.

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