It’s one of those days, or should I say nights — dark windows, darker outside the windows. Pitch dark, and biting cold. The sky is grey, freezing drops of rain are falling. The wind is sighing, showing ominous signs of oncoming large snowflakes. The winter weather is upon us – stubborn, moody, heartless and unforgiving. That time of the year when the landscape takes control of our lives, the negative temperature on the weather app overshadows our very existence.
Life feels hard when we don’t have any control over our days; and its definitely harder letting the inanimate weather take control of our lives. It is kinda depressing listening to the sighs of the wind – the sad, loud, chilly sighs of this cold arctic wind which is going to be around for some time now. It is hard to look up at the vast, unrelenting grey skies day after day, every day! Hard to hand over the control of our lives to something that looks so calm and harmless from the windows of our living rooms.
But this depressing weather got me thinking today. Winter is harsh but it also preserves. Food labels always tell us to store foods in a cold, dark place so that they last longer. Winter has this quality of preserving life, like it preserves a seed – so that it blooms in the best possible way when the spring arrives. So let’s take this season to pause and reflect and see within, nourish our bodies with healthy foods and our souls with some self-reflection, so that when the spring arrives we are ready for it for all our worth. Winter is a friend in disguise; and this wintry night sky with all its glory and vastness will open into a new horizon as soon as the spring comes.
It’s that time of the year again. Just three more weeks to go and we will be in 2017. Every year, in December, I am forced to ask myself the same question; where did the year go, what did I accomplish this year, what did I learn! We blink, and the year is gone. Hard to believe.
Every year, I resolve to do something, usually something fancy but I only end up breaking my resolves. We all do that, don’t we. ‘Resolutions are meant to be broken;’ this is what I hear when I whine about not sticking to mine. I am yet to meet someone who, at the end of the year, would say that they have stuck to their resolution of the year gone by. Maybe resolutions are meant to be broken, we stick to them for a month or two and then off they go. This got me thinking. Instead of a breakable resolution, I am going to make an unbreakable promise to myself this year.
My promise to myself for the coming year is basic and very generic ‘Nischay Kar Apni Jeet Karoon.‘ Plain and simple. It’s a phrase from one of the religious hymns of the Sikhs and it means that ‘I will make up my mind and be a winner, at everything and everytime.’ Be it at work, at school, at home, in life, in the gym. Anywhere and everywhere. You get the drift.
This seemingly puts a lot of pressure on me and could be an energy-drain, but in reality it’s a simple tenet to live by and easy to follow. Do whatever you want to do, but put your heart and soul into it and come out a winner. Do not do anything half-heartedly. Most of us perform better under pressure, and this is pressure of a good kind. I am definitely one of those people who need a sword hanging on their head to get better results and personally I think this is much easier to stick on to rather than a simple and (seemingly easy) task of losing weight ( which tests your will power at an extreme level. )
In today’s struggle of finding a work-life balance, we must excel at everything we do any which way. So in a way, we are used to this difficult promise without even being aware of it. So Happy New Year 2017, all you lovely people and be the best you can in this new year. And don’t forget to spread some love in this wonderful world.
xoxo, the yoga cookie
We talk about everything, don’t we! At least we want to.
We talk about things. Mundane, everyday things, and of their nothingness. We talk about people we met, and about people we wish we didn’t. People who left and those who stayed. The goodbyes we said, and the ones we didn’t. The summer that burns, and the wind that bellows. The winter that is coming, the journeys ahead, the ones already completed!
Chaotic, insignificant details of our pseudo-busy lives. Isn’t it fun, you telling me and me telling you, about the crazy, but also inconsequential details sprinkled throughout our days. You, on the highway. Me on the treadmill. My obsession with my phone, and Milan Kundera. You with your worldly lectures on finances. This small world, with little things that brighten our days. Imaginary lives, trips of nostalgia. We talk about forest fires, and falling rain. Places we have been, and the ones we are yet to visit. People-watching, name-calling, gossiping, weaving stories – long, banal, useless stories. How much I love wine, and you your crown royal. Childhood memories, those anecdotes, these conversations. You feel like an ally now. Not a friend, but an ally. Listening to me go on and on about Pablo Neruda and that vague fragrance, the way a new book smells, or an old one. The romance of a train journey, the beauty of fall. This snow globe we live in, and the falling snow!
We never talk about hopes though. Never about how I want to cling to that hope. We never acknowledge our half-fictional lives and the meaning we are trying to find; keeping appearances and fake smiles. The rules you make, and the ones I want to break. We talk about dreamy poetry, dissecting what the poet means. Never about dreams though. This is not a complaint, or a rant. This is a wish. I want these conversations to go on forever. Talk to me about whatever you want, but do talk!
“I opened the window, and my heart. Sun filled my room and love filled my soul.” ~ Paulo Coelho
Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Put the phone in your pocket. Take a long walk. Feel the cool breeze on your face. Look at the kids play. Hear them laugh. Laugh with them. Go out. Discover your own neighborhood. Go see how much it has changed. Meet a friend. From your childhood. Have a heart to heart.
Read a poem, not from google, but from a book. An old, musty, dog-eared book. See how gorgeous it feels in your hands. Scribble a note. Write a letter. To that one friend, who was not in touch. Talk about old times. The nostalgia. Bond.
Lose your phone. Get a map. Lose yourself in a new city. Appreciate the beauty around you. Learn love, learn to love. Give it away freely. Understand. Be sensitive. Be vulnerable. Be open. Be kind. Be free. Flow. Like the wind that blows through your hair.
Go see the moon. Go see the stars. Contemplate. Look at the vastness of the dark night sky. Go take that road. The one you never do. Step out of familiarity. Step out of your routine. Step out of your comfort zone. Get a reason to live. Go chase that reason.
Go search for a story. Your story. Your purpose. Go away, far far away. And come back, for the simple pleasure of that walk back home!
love, the yoga cookie xo
Hard to believe that 2016 is almost over. It has been an incredible year when it comes to sports. Serena Williams touched that holy grail of sports, when she was named the best sportsperson ( not sportswoman, but person ) of all time last year. And this year she went even further and won her 22nd Grand Slam in Tennis. How awe-inspiring is that!
Portugal registered that stylish mid-year win over France, their first ever win in the Euro Cup. Portugal’s win had extra swag as they did it without their superstar captain Ronaldo who retired hurt and super emotional; and they defeated France in Stade de France in Paris. Amazing, right!
We also saw that amazing and magnificent ( though controversy ridden ) sports spectacle of Olympics, in August this year in Rio, Brazil. There was a lot of cynicism and criticism around the event but there was nothing new in it though. Major sporting events and controversy are almost always interlinked. India faced the same criticism over project completion, safety issues and various other things when New Delhi hosted the Commonwealth Games in 2010. The competing athletes are always aware of these hurdles and yet look forward to these events and so do we.
Over the weeks when Olympics was on, we witnessed young athletes, some pros and mostly first timers, demonstrate amazing skills; skills which they had spent a lifetime to perfect. Athletes who worked hard all their lives with that one event in focus; who honed and polished their skill in anticipation of what unfolded in the next few weeks in those newly constructed sports arenas in Rio.
Unknown people, whose names we had never heard competed and won medals in some of the hardest athletic competitions in the world; represented their countries, performed at that level and won, won sweet victories for which they sacrificed simple pleasures of life, and the luxury of doing nothing almost their entire lives. By the time the Olympics ended, they became famous all over the world, and they had worked very very hard to deserve that.
Here in Toronto, we go crazy when the Blue Jays are playing and crazier when they are winning. If you ever watch the game live in the stadium, the energy is so real, palpable that you can almost touch it. That rush of adrenaline when our team wins is what us fans live for. And all that is because we are putting all we have into that one game, the team and the fans both.
A sportsperson’s commitment to their game, their physical investment in their skill, their raw desire to win, and win every time overwhelms me. And motivates me. And warms my heart. And I can’t help but think that this world is going to be our oyster if we try and put that same effort in our work. This world is going to be our oyster if we try and be the Serena Williams and Christiano Ronaldos and Olympians of what we do in our daily lives. What all are we capable of achieving if we commit to our work, and our life like a sportsperson?
XO, the yoga cookie!
PS: For good measure, watch this recitation of Maya Angelou’s “I Rise” by Serena Williams and be inspired. *Goosebumps*