My Appa, still has those marks cards in his draw, which only I can access now.
Did you think it’s 100 or even 35/100
No it was 0/10
As a child I always wondered why there’s no Zero/Zero, because if we divide it’s either one or a full marks.
I never liked to study.
I loved playing with the dogs, cats, cows and vacation time I used to take care of the Donkeys (the Dhobiwaala used to bring with them along) and I also wanted to take care of Pigs, but they shooed me away.
This means I wanted to be a Veterinarian.
I helped my folks in the village to gather the cowdung
(Now stop that imagination you are playing in front of your eyes)
I flunked in my 1st standard and was made to attend this grade again.
And by now, I started leading the battalion through storytelling (something I liked performing even then)
If you want to know what stories?
It used to be like this
“Don’t listen to your parents and teachers they are Monsters :/”
(And I didn’t mean it, please don’t attack me 😉 )
I threatened my mom and teacher that I will not write exams and fought with them for almost 30-45 mins in the class (in the 1st grade 😉 )
At last they gave up,
And I wrote and threw the paper with the answers written 🙂
(Karma has revisited in the form of my minion now).
Oh!this was long time ago. And my decade’s base starts from here…This energy and confidence I owe it to my initial school days in the Airforce and Kendriya Vidyalaya.
2009, by this time I was married for 3 years and enjoying my honeymoon period…That’s when the tumour said a, “Hi Meera, and placed itself in my breast.” A lump, almost a size of a lemon. I’m thankful to this lemon for squeezing out the precariousness in me and leaving the juicy learnings to acknowledge the blessings in my life. Yes! This limie fella was excised and I I was back with my happy feet.
As the years passed by, 2014 happened. The tumour placed itself in my Appa this time and we as a family helped him face it. The going was good and just settling and that’s when the tiniest fella, the Staples bone in my ear started ringing bells of the family legacy of hearing problem, I didn’t spare him. The doctor removed the bone and we invited a Teflon in my ears.. Thanks to the family and forefathers for transferring this gene through their seeds, generation after generation…
By now I shifted 8 locations and was starting my Bermuda triangle movement between Garden city, Madaraspattinam and Manchester of Tamizhnadu.
Questioned was I by the gardeners, beauticians and their customers why haven’t I made a pot belly still. I felt like slapping them. Oh! I did and through my words.
You want to know how?
Once upon a time, a mother in law and her daughter in law came for a waxing appointment and they were firing their questions why haven’t I still decorated the egg in me into a pot belly? To which I smiled like that Onida devil and I asked the elderly lady, “Do you lock your son and daughter-in-law inside the room and wait for the outcome for the tailed protein head and bean shaped Eggie to collide and form a 4-32 celled embryo?” I waxed them with my question for their life time. I am sure all the follicles hid under their skin, promising never to germinate. I asked the mirror, was I harsh. Mirror slapped me and said, “Be more with these bed bugs.”
Days to year and Appa’s health was deteriorating, it was his last words and my last promise. I didn’t cry, I asked him to stop breathing and leave this world..And I did say this in his ears on the 28th March 2016, for the first time in life he could hear without a hearing-aid and he closed his eyes. Days passed by I didn’t cry, Amma and all in the family forced me to but the stone was calcifying in me. One day to check my mails I opened my laptop only to snail into my linkedin Blogging space and I felt droplets traversing down like a glacier melt-down and realised that I cried and I cried through words for 5-8 hours…
I felt that am in peace with my self when am with the words maze..
No one stopped asking me the question. The egg and the protein head denied to fuse. Either the tail got chopped off or the egg kicked out the damn creation..
This world is an illusion and Maya in our life happened. “She happened,” she walked to us and helped us in making our own nest with love and care and gave a label called, “Mother.”
Oh! This is the minion who keeps me on the edge of my toe nails and she brings not only our’s but the neighbor’s roof too down.
As a kid, when someone asked me what I wanted to become?
I used to say, I would like to get married and have 4 kids. (Really ?)
Gosh why I don’t know…. I am thankful to the Lord he didn’t, well he actually parcelled all in one..
The decade is incomplete without my aspiration story .
I wanted to be a Microbiologist and specialize in Tissue culture.
Well I did a Diploma in Molecular Biology, Honours in Tissue culture and loved Chemistry, especially Bio-Chemistry and Organic Chemistry. Also I did a project in Defence food research laboratory in Mysore, apart from my Degree in microbiology. Freaky me why the hell did I do these. I should have loved someone. My parents felt, I couldn’t love someone or elope with anyone and they decided to get me married. And to me also it was a simple game. (A lazy procrastinating bubble am)
After 15 years the truth is “He,” my tangy half is blessed to have me in his life. (Just an assumption, but it sounds good 😉 Well I would rather say, He is blessed )
Curse me not for the rewind and forward mode. The life is such that.
One day I quit my 15 years of Job as a HR and Trainer, only to be with my minion, because her grandparents wanted to run away for sometime. I also felt I missed a lot and let me make it up (I felt that handling 150-300 employees was simpler but one minion , which is a Karma Reentry in a sequel format, took time for me to synch in with)
When I managed to decode, the challenging life became simpler to be with my minion. And it is now, let alone I getting slapped by her.
I always loved being with the kids and now I am living that real world through
– Storytelling ( to kids and parents) – Empanelled with a Pre-school for storytelling and content work.
– As a Coach/Trainer to the Teachers (through NLP and Storytelling) – Trained around 350-400 teachers till date with some more projects on the way
– Writing (it’s a droplet in this ocean). Gifted myself my first book, Mayaakatha, my last promise and Appa’s last words.
And second book, “The Coffee with soul” and 10 Anthologies and some more in making.
Also am working on a module which would use,
Neuro Linguistic Programming and Storytelling to help children/Parents to use their uniqueness in connecting through the right usage of words and the resources within them, to develop their skills that they are blessed with and respect the same that of the others…
A long-short route ahead!
This apart, am running two initiatives called #LetsMakeStoriesDino an online writing community for children and adults..(The Dinos and LilDinos within us) and Storytelling online channel in Facebook and YouTube for parents especially.
This decade didn’t change me, neither did it change anyone around me. This decade helped me to carve out that, 30-60 mins of “Me-time,” everyday and stiffened my muscles to take charge of the challenges ahead….
It’s an Aspiration
And I owe this to my lil Minion Maya, she taught me that motherhood is not only about feeding and making the little one sleep.
It’s isn’t a challenge but a Karma’s blessing!
because it’s an aspiration…
Hell of aspirations ;))
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