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Solitude is in the attitude

Music , colors,  food and excitement all are a part of enjoyment with home and family whether  one wishes to agree or not . But the challenge is in enjoying life to its fullest even when you are single because you’ve prematurely  lost your partner and have yet managed to nurture your children to be good human beings and have allowed them to happily grow their wings and fly out of the nest to destinations of their choice with no iota of selfish  insecurities .

This is exactly the situation where when one sits and feels content if and only if the attitude is of acceptance .

Its very easy to comment about the other persons boots beings lighter but as the saying goes , its only the owner who knows where the shoe pinches .

Yes for a lady looking up at life with positivity always out to harvest every occasion for celebration there is left no stone unturned to feel contended and happy with what ever is offered on the platter called luck  .

Its wonderful to live such a life on a day to day going because it gradually makes you so used to the space you have that even watching a movie or holidaying needs no reason to look for companions . But if one has to confess honestly atleast for me the situation where I still skid a little is somehow the days of significance like birthdays , anniversaries, festivals etc . I know I am not the party loving soul and infact enjoy my” Me Me “space a lot but when such days come by I wish there was a companion to share be it children or spouse  but I know if wishes were horses even beggars would fly .

But the bottom line of such a special life is solitude actually becomes a part of our core personality and finally when there is too much of interference s  we perceive a sense of being  claustrophobic  . But I would be dishonest if I do not admit that the sense of being  lost in the moment with friends around truely appeals to people like us as I think for everyone else .

Life is actually so beautiful if we can sequence our perspectives  and channelize  our priorities that no situation can actually make one feel deserted , unhappy or insecure .

The most important domain that needs a control of the bandwidth is ” Expectation” . Its human to expect but its maturity to know where to draw a line to it . Experiences of interaction with each individual being  actually helps us to circumscribe  our limit of expectations from that source . But the unabated feeling of belonging that we spontaneously develop with some people be it family or friends can at times be a nidus  for a transient feeling of being shattered and low . This usually has a quick recovery if you move away from the source .

But all said and done its been an untiring effort to feel secured and confident at times of physical illnesses for its then and unfailingly  at that helpless moment that we all wish to feel a warm hand over our forehead and say ” Yes I stand by you , feel safe ”

Solitude is a blissful attitude with confidence as the cornerstone.

DR MADHUMITA PRIYADARSHINI DAS

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Guwahatians is it a lost identity

Today every inhabitant of Guwahati is a Guwahatian.

Even if someone is the first generation of holding in this over populated bustling city he claims to be as much a guwahatian as much as a 5th generation in this city who has seen it transform from a small town restricted to Phacybazar , Machkhowa , Panbazar , Uzanbazar upto Guwahati club .In the late 1950’s I understand buying a plot of land in Chandmari by my maternal grandfather was calculated because he believed that since the Guwahati Refinery was coming up it was expected to develop from the patches of jungle to habitation.

When we were children in the late 1960’s and 70.s growing up in panbazar we were used to seeing a bullock cart coming home every 6 months with paddy and we were told by my grabdmother that it was from our paddy field in Beltola ( now in and around tha MLA hostel )

Our shopping meant JB Mangaram , Jammatolla , Sheikh Brothers . Kamrup Bakery , Delhi Cloth House , DCM .Deb brothers and Delight restaurant . Ladies with style would shop in Eves’ corner .

Photography was College studio .

Book stalls were Western Book Depot , Mani Manik Prakash and Bani Prakash .

The first posh dinning came with Belle Veue . We always had a belief that whenever an uncle or cousin came from overseas a family gettogether in Belle Veue was a ritual .

Our cars were Ambassadors and Fiats , mostly second hand and those who opted to buy a new one would drive it down from Calcutta in style .

Weddings were essentially within ones own courtyard and for people like us who lived in the commercial hub like Panbazar the Municipality without any hassles would grant us permission to block main roads like Jasowanta road for 2 or 3 days for a wedding even 25 years back .

The club for sport lovers was ” India Club ” and their chowkidar Jhatka would come home every month to collect the dues and bring us tattered tennis balls to play with at home .

For the more elite club lovers was Guwahati club where people would play bridge  in the evenings and celebrate christmas ans New year with Children .I clearly remember one of my grandmothers saying that this club is my temple .

Some went beyond to have membership in the OIL club in Narengi where we could learn swimming .

Schools were Cotton Collegiate , Kamrup Academy , TC School , Panbazar girls school , St Mary’s and Don Bosco. Of course the Kendria Vidalaya’s were there ..

Now it is difficult for us to believe that we are not deserving residents of Guwahati if you are not connected politically or bureaucratically. Today a true Guwahatian is a person with a strong aura of connections , power and financial stability . We have been thrown out of the main stream in many ways although our ancestors played a silent but crucial role in the making of this happening city of today .

 

 

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MID-LIFE IDENTITY CRISIS

 

The reality is glaring “ Yes we are beginning to age , if not in spirit or health but biologically yes, yet we love to believe that we are FOREVER YOUNG “… ..A few hairs graying, a few wrinkles showing and weight not always under control.

We like to believe that we are experienced , seen a lot of colors in life and brought up children from infancy to adulthood , but some situations put us in confusion and we simply life to blow the lid off.

Here’s quoting some real life sequences on a single  day .

In the morning while on hospital rounds I enjoyed  sharing the practical knowledge gathered from over 20 years of clinical practice with my students least realizing that this also carries a tag of age for the maturity achieved.

But the same afternoon while examining patients in my busy hours I seem to get pissed off when a man in his late 20’s or early 30’s addresses me as “ aunty”. Oh! My God , do I look that old ? it reflects immediately and I lose my cool.

But when the next patient an elderly lady from a rural background may be in her 70’s calls me “ bhanti “ I literally retaliate and say I am not a bhanti, I have grown up children .

But amazing ,the same evening on hospital rounds with my juniors around and I as a Professor cannot accept an elderly gentleman in distress addressing me as “ sister”. Isn’t this sheer identity crisis?. The last of course is a result of male chauvinism in our society, because the same gentleman addresses my students over 20 years junior to me as “sir”

Now the perplexity of the situation is ‘What do I want? ‘

Am I a young lady looking forward to go ahead and learn from life or am I already seasoned with a lot of realities faced but yet spirited to go ahead .

Its perhaps that we are matured to talk and live from experience, but when it comes to admitting to the flip side of age, we are as yet not geared up .

Yes life and age are all an evolution of maturity. its obvious that we still have friends who enjoy glorifying achievements about themselves while many others have reached well ahead in there ladders in life and are no more happy blowing their own trumpets.

We enjoy spiritual discourses but we are ever ready for a holiday and adventure sports.

We are ready to donate for charity because it gives us a sense of fulfillment but we never think twice to blow off money for our simple pleasures of life .

We believe in friendship , but need our own space .

Our priority is our children but we still love to persue our career.

We are a support to our children and also our elderly parents but when we seek a pillar to lean on we feel we are falling .

This is in reality what mid life is all about.

But if we can accept every situation as it comes, life will perhaps give us a lot more happiness and satisfaction .

It’s like we’ve reached the autumn of our lives but the feel is as colourful as spring . One has to agree fall is even more enchanting at times than the vibrance of spring .The resilence of nature to the premonition of impending winter is very certain , but our hearts leap with joy and pleasure to perceive that the summer heat and the incessant rains of uncertainty and anxiety that torments us during  youth is gradually settling down and we are all set to enjoy a carefree blissful life uninhibited with responsibilities and restrictions and create and relish whatever has remained unfulfilled till date .

Life should not be about regrets of what I’ve missed out . It’s now just the time to go marching ahead and pick up all the colours and happiness that the summer heat and rains kept us away from .

 

 

 

Professor Dr Madhumita Priyadarshini Das

drmpdas@gmail.com