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  • Roots Before Wings – Pillars of Parenting

    Kids don’t become healthy adults naturally. Kids raised in a healthy way even by unhealthy parents become healthy adults. Healthy parents without proper guidance will raise unhealthy kids. More than intention, strategy to raise a child in a healthy age appropriate manner matters more.

    Some pointers on how to raise young kids (based on personal experience, discussions with fellow parents and reading)

    1. Kids are as obsessed with their parents as adults are with their crushes. A kid’s life revolves around parents 100%. They want to love them yet be angry at them, with the belief that they will never be abandoned, even for a second.
    2. Their relationship with parents is like a boomerang. No matter how far they go, how many people they mingle with, they come back to their parents, physically and emotionally.
    3. Parents are not only guardians but calibrators, co-regulators, neutralizers of negative things/emotions, punching bags, a cushion, a compass, and the people kids mirror the most. Literally, everything in life they learn and then sometimes unlearn on the basis of how their parents brought them up.
    4. Parents have to understand, their calm is their kid’s calm. Kids don’t understand love, peace, and calmness by default. They learn it through their parents. They also learn how to express their emotions, dark and peaceful both, through them.
    5. Kids learn to work with emotions through their parents. Kids have all emotions just like adults, minus the logic. The way you deal with your difficult emotions, is how they would learn to deal with theirs.
    6. Kids mirror the social dynamics parents follow. Also their body language, grooming level, their routine, their understanding of the social world, financial habits, everything. Including kindness and cruelty.
    7. Kids don’t understand action and reaction. They only understand attention and mirroring.
    8. They will repeat any behaviour if it gets them attention, positive or negative.
    9. Kids subconsciously mirror whatever parents do. So no matter what they say, they actually copy their whole behavior. Empty words don’t work on kids. If you don’t like something in your child’s behavior, it is most likely from the parents, or the people they usually hang out with.
    10. There are three times in a day when (young) kids crave parental bonding.
      First, when they wake up.
      Second, when they come back from school or after spending a few hours away from their parents.
      Third, before sleeping.
      On all these occasions, kids want their parents, at least one of them. Especially a calm and loving parent who gives them tons of attention. This is the time they crave love and want the parent to baby them, cuddle them, and show them how much they are loved and treasured. They share their stories and inner world during these times. This is the time to fill their cup.
    11. Kids love routine. They love predictability. Doing similar things every day at a similar time keeps them calm. Any change in this including location overstimulates and disturbs them, hence they throw tantrums.
    12. Kids don’t understand logic; they understand emotions.
    13. Kids are always reading their parents’ actions and body language. They observe how they talk about the world and themselves and how they treat others and themselves too. That is the script they are going to follow for themselves and in their relationships. So, if you think your child is grumpy, observe whether you yourself are grumpy or not.
    14. Kids don’t like over attention. All kids are shy by nature, meaning they don’t like unwanted attention. They choose whose attention they like and mostly they are caregivers, family and friends. Exposing them to camera for the public, forcing them to perform in front of others, exposing their personal lives in front of others and putting them on a stage without understanding their hesitation can damage their self esteem and push them either to become a rebel or an extreme attention seeker or in perennial need of validation. Kids don’t enjoy being on the stage before a certain age. They like doing things at their own pace.
    15. Do not teach your child they need to be famous and powerful to be happy. They don’t have to do anything to look cool. They should always learn to be their authentic selves.
    16. Please don’t raise obedient children. Raise children who can ask you questions and can give you their consent. Don’t raise a pushover nor a bully. Hence, don’t force them to do anything nor bully them.
    17. Everything that adults do in their life, from the basic stuff like greeting people, waiting, table manners, hygiene, kindness everything is a skill to be learnt by the child. Most of the learning they do by observing. That is why Mowgli couldn’t have accommodated in normal civil society because he was raised under jungle that also wolf rules. So, expecting a child to know these automatically and before a certain age is a wrong expectation.
    18. Teaching any skill to a child is like healing a fractured bone. It would heal in any way, rejoining at any angle, if not set by a plaster, hurting one for life long. But with proper intervention, it becomes as good as new. So any skill in any realm of life, needs to be taught by adults at their kid’ pace, not theirs. Without adequate guidance, a child won’t be able to learn any skill properly and will struggle later as an adult, thinking this is how he is naturally.
    19. Rushing/pressurising/leaving them alone to learn are inappropriate ways to teach any skill. This only increases anxiety, procrastination, perfectionist complex, risk aversion in kids. Kids are not animals, the only thing kids know by default are the basic human-animal needs like hunger, sleep etc. But without guidance they wouldn’t learn how to fulfill them either. If you don’t teach them, they will eat anything to fill their tummy. They need to be helped with what healthy food looks like, understanding hunger and sleep routine etc.
    20. Healthier and safer the kids feel around parents, naughtier and goofier they would be around them.
    21. The more proper and adult-like kids behave, the more their natural feelings are suppressed.
    22. It doesn’t mean kids shouldn’t be nudged when they do something inappropriate. Teaching should come from a place of maturity and calmness, not embarrassment, competition, validation and ego.
    23. A tantrum is a call for attention, not a time to teach/preach.
    24. A good kid or a bad kid, any extreme reeks of a problem with child psychology. Young kids are supposed to be naughty, pushing boundaries, experimenting with their physical limits, and trying to control situations like adults. That is normal during growing up. As a parent to assume, a young child would automatically become a nice person who does everything you ask them to do, which means the child might become a people pleaser, they are repressing their feelings to appease you. Our job is to guide them and provide them healthy boundaries among which they can exercise their autonomy. Kids expect boundaries from us, they want to see how far they are allowed to push in this world.
    25. Kids are always trying to understand their place in the world.
    26. A bad kid per say is a call for attention. Parents couldn’t create a healthy attention dynamic, hence, the child believed through reckless behavior they will get attention from their parents. It is not the kid’s fault, but the caregivers who did not notice them or nourish them in the right way.
    27. Parents need to show their kids they always love them but won’t agree to their wishes all the time. Life is unfair, not at home, but it is. Patience and perseverance are very important skills.
    28. Kids shouldn’t be praised for their physical beauty, nor should anyone be in front of them. Not in the sense that they feel inadequate about themselves, or judge others in the same way. They shouldn’t be made to feel their body is lacking in any way, be it size or color. Teach them, world shouldn’t revolve around physical features but it is our actions and behavior that matter more.
    29. Every one on this earth is born beautiful. It’s not up for debate. If you think we need to be a certain way to be considered beautiful and to get love, acceptance and praise, then first we need to work on our self esteem, conditioning and projection issues. Please lie to your child that you think they are very beautiful, you like them exactly as they are and so is the case with every kid, and work on your mindset meanwhile. Grooming doesn’t define how beautiful one is.
    30. Teach them, it is not necessary that one will like them or praise them, and that’s okay. If you feel uncomfortable with something done by someone, either ask or just do something else. Don’t make it about yourself, it never is. Your kid is the best person to be with always, and it’s a loss of someone else if someone doesn’t want to include them in any activity. Teach them not to dwell on the events where others make us feel bad. We will find more people in this big world who treat us better. It’s important to validate their sadness during such events and teach them to sit with difficult feelings too, rather than escaping them.
    31. Encourage them not to do mind reading of others, especially people who are not close to them. If someone wants to tell them something, they should tell them. So, never give them silent treatment, with the hope they would figure it out. They can sense the tension, but not the reason. It creates pressure on their fragile nervous system. This behavior of trying to learn to sense emotions of others, will make them people pleaser and snubbing their emotions to appease others.
    32. Do not put caretaking adult responsibilities on them. They do it out of fun, and to feel good about themselves is another thing, but don’t make it their responsibility. There is an age to treat them like adults, teach it to them then.
    33. Praise them to be kind and thoughtful, instead of wise and pretty.
    34. Parents shouldn’t hit or yell. Remember- louder the kid, the calmer the parent should be.
    35. When in doubt, hug. Work on a special handshake, for just you and your kid.
    36. Tell your kid they are your favourite person, you miss them, and you love spending time with them.
    37. Have at least one dedicated hour with them. Do any activity just with them. It fills their cup. Make it a routine.
    38. Do not snub a child when they are pushing their physical limits like jumping or climbing. Instead encourage them to be safe by rechecking their strategy, be there with them to protect but don’t stop them unless it’s too risky. This will build their confidence. Let them do house chores. Be there to guide, over protection will only make them wary of even trying. This is not about chores but teaching them to trust their instincts, developing their curiosity bone, building confidence and risk appetite.
    39. Kids who are helicopter parented, overprotected in daily life, asked not to jump or do risky physical moves, grow up to be timid typically. The more decisions you make for them, the more dependent they become on you. There’s a fine balance between being a parent and a guide that you have to maintain.
    40. If you have more than one kid, treat them equally, express your love similarly, no matter their age.
    41. Always keep your promises.
    42. Thank them and apologise to them, always.
    43. Praise them regularly, for their actions and efforts specially, directly and among your family.
    44. Show them you respect them.
    45. Never tell them you’ll leave them or push them out of the house or into a room alone when they are upset. This brings distance and makes them fearful of abandonment.
    46. When they are throwing a tantrum, just sit there with no reaction. Try to soothe them, hug them, show them deep breathing, and share healthy ways to express anger. Validate their feelings but don’t give into their wishes just because of a tantrum. Work on how to calm yourself down, during such episodes. When you both are calm at a later time, talk about healthy ways to vent out anger and follow them too.
    47. Never tell them to not be angry or sad, don’t offer an ice cream or screen instead of letting them sit with difficult emotions. Be with them to show, it happens and you are with them in this. Validate their confusion, but not inappropriate behavior.
    48. All feelings are valid in your house but not all behaviors.
    49. Don’t get into an ego tussle with them. A kid’s ego is just a feeling of learning to be independent, a feeling that they have more control over their life. It is not to hurt you or insult you, so don’t take it personally. They don’t think of themselves as kids when it comes to making decisions, but when it comes to emotions, they want to be babied all the time. For example, when they hit you, they will cry first. That’s the amount of shame they have for hurting you, at the same time they are frustrated with their own big emotions, learning what to do with them.
    50. To help make kids better decisions, use strategies on the basis of child psychology, not emotional manipulation or fear. There is so much information, you just have to be interested to learn.
    51. Don’t be a lazy/indifferent/laid-back parent when it comes to a child’s emotions. Be understanding of their age appropriate behaviour. Nobody else can guide them better than you. They are waiting to learn.
    52. Punishment doesn’t teach them anything.
    53. Don’t shame your kids. Don’t make fun of them, be it when you are alone with them and especially in front of anyone. Don’t teach them stuff through passive aggressive methods or silent treatment. Don’t pass sarcastic remarks. Don’t talk to your kid as if they are adults. Be clear yet soft.
    54. Kids don’t understand sharing, tit for tat , revenge naturally. Nor they would learn kindness and being helpful.They need to be taught things through behavior and dialogue. Don’t teach them we should avoid difficult feelings and emotions, and manipulative behaviors to gain attention.Whatever person you want them to become, be that!
    55. If you want them to teach not to hit you, don’t hit them back. They won’t see that you were telling them it hurts, they will learn 1st, they have hurt their parents which is unbearable for them. They can’t handle that guilt. 2nd, they learn their parents and their loved ones can hurt them. 3rd, violence is okay in a loving relationship.
      It will become a negative trip where slowly they will become immune to punishments. Every learning has to come along with love and attention.
    56. Kids love healthy and happy parents. They feel super secure when their parents are in love and solving life together. If you want to raise a healthy and happy child, work on your relationship with your partner first.
    57. Even a single parent is enough, it’s just keeping the house calm and full of happiness. Don’t sulk, don’t share adult problems with your young kid, don’t make it their job to keep you happy. It is always the other way round. Yes you don’t have to be fake but yes you have to assure your child constantly and things are good and they are safe no matter what. There’s a reason in all the apocalypse movie, the parent is always assuring the child that they are safe no matter what, because they believe whatever their parents tell them.
    58. Don’t badmouth constant adults in your child, like fellow parents, grandparents, uncle and aunts, teachers, siblings, cousins. A kid’s self worth is associated with how adults in their life are perceived. If they feel ashamed of them, they will carry shame for themselves. It is important how you talk to people and how you handle issues in your family.
    59. If you have a person in your family, who could be toxic for your child, it is your job to protect them. Don’t leave it on your kid if they choose to talk to them or not. You draw the boundary, kids are too fragile to make this distinction. Kids are not diplomatic, they just want love and attention from everyone they like.
    60. Kids can’t handle stress in the family. They can’t process those emotions. And because of this confusion, their natural growth processes would be disrupted. Physically, they may be growing but internally they are struggling. Even problems like sleep issues, bed wetting, constipating, over eating or undereating, would have stress as underlying reasons.
    61. Kids are very forgiving. Everyday they give you a chance to make it right. So instead of feeling guilty, show up, tell them you are sorry and start again.

    Ultimately:

    It is always worth working on your relationship with your child, even when they grow old. This includes working on yourself too.

    Kids, no matter the age, just want to be seen and heard by their parents. It is not impossible as long as you put your ego aside.
    Kids even have a tendency to justify your mistakes on your behalf, that’s how much their self worth is entwined with their parents.

    Kids who feel shame from their parents, don’t feel properly emotionally supported by their parents make very rough choices growing up. They might have low self worth and self sabotaging tendencies.

    Parents hold a space in their child’s heart, which either becomes a wound, void or where they take their all positive energy from in the dark phases of life. Parents literally are the Sun in a child’s life. Without their proper love and support, it’s all darkness from them.

    No other person can fill that place. The replacement can’t form the roots that parents had, everything else is a band-aid.

    A Reminder:

    This message is not for the kids, this is not a reminder for them to call their parents, but only the blaring truth that parents can’t ignore.

    Please love your child like they deserve, not on your terms, without any ifs and buts.

    You authentically take 1 step, they will take 10. They are waiting for that unconditional support, love and acceptance from you. Even when they have healed from this wound, they still really appreciate it, if they could get validation from you.

    It’s worth all the effort to see the love that your children have for you, without any disappointments in their eyes. As a parent, I wish everyone could truly enjoy the bliss children bring to our world.

    We are never the same after looking into those tiny eyes for the first time.

    Every hug, every moment of calm, every apology plants seeds that last a lifetime. Love them in a way they can feel, every day.

    To read more on how parenting affects adult behaviour, click below:

    Who Are You Without their Approval?

  • Be the Ancestor Your Children Will Thank

    As an adult with a family, if your version of devotion of parents is to follow their life to the T, not changing your lifestyle or locations, mimicking their (unhealthy) life, routine, financial and social choices etc. and expecting your family to do so too, then this stream of thought is for you.

    Ask yourself would you still eat raw meat, just because your ancestors ate in their times, which they did, (they had no knowledge and option).

    I don’t think so!

    That’s because you are already exposed to cooked food (with fancy spices and all), raw veggies and fruits (you need your fibres babe!) and just more hygienic food. We still can’t win against all the pathogens you see!

    You would not eat raw meat for one main reason it could be unhygienic, with disease carrying germs. And, though I am a vegetarian, I assume it would be difficult to chew in the first place. 

    The exposure to better food, cooked food came from knowledge, the growth of civilization. While we respect the difficult old times, we would prefer moving with the times and continue to make better and learned choices. We are already teaming up against processed foods and sugar!

    Now, if at all your love for your parents and ancestry suggests you to follow them without considering the consequences of it on yourself and your family, whether it hampers your child growth, safety and future opportunities, then you my friend are a blind follower!

    You were raised through manipulation and by selfish, insecure parents who can’t think beyond their own needs, unintentionally.

    One would think if everyone else, a plethora of people are making it in the older ways then we can too!

    First describe ‘making it’! If you are unable to chatgpt it!

    Also, this just shows how devoid of critical thinking we are. Not everyone has the choice, but if everybody had an option, then you know the answer.

    As a fan of Interstellar, one thing always stayed with me. Cooper (played by my favorite Matthew McConaughey) promised his daughter Murphy (played by Jessica Chastain), not his father, Donald, that he would come back. And, it was the daughter who trusted his father that he would keep his promise, such is the amount of trust children expect/have on their parents. Cooper became the ‘parent/father’ we all need and worship.

    Now, inarguably the first rule of parenting is what is best for my children, because you brought them into this world. Period. It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe the nuances of psychology but God of every religion is exactly doing that for us, His children, the best in every way possible. You can’t fight this fact in any realm, Earth or spiritual.

    There is no other relationship which requires your accountability as this one does. Everything else is a seasoning in the pizza of life. 

    Our great grandparents probably used the same method on our parents. To bind in mental chains, something that one can’t break easily without feeling guilty, despite knowing they are right. That’s how blind cults are made, that’s what an insecure leader would do, emotional blackmailing.

    To keep the flock together, you bring a dog of manipulation and guilt, the fear of abandonment and failure, and even a rational thinker strong sheep would be afraid to leave.

    There is nothing more selfless than raising a child. Making changes in your life for your children is an act of bravery and hope. It sends a message to the society that we matter. These children are the future adults, they will learn it is always human first, material second.

    No amount of wealth can equate the bliss of your people, healthy and thriving.

    Any ounce of people pleasing is detrimental to a child’s growth. Not only as a parent you would make wrong decisions but also your children will also learn it from you.

    They will learn that appeasement is more important than logic, that the past is more important than the future. That, the facade of happiness matters more than real happiness, that we as humans matter less and theatrics matter more.

    Any logical reasoning in this context, for the present and future (children, partner) and the past (parents), will nudge towards making difficult decisions.

    For example, imagine you left your village where your parents and their parents grew up, for better job opportunities. And today, whenever you visit the village, you compare lives at both places naturally. The village hasn’t changed much and still doesn’t promise an overall good life, except a feeling of hometown and nostalgia.

    In the context of the future, it is highly likely you would prefer a bigger city with the hope of better infrastructure, education possibility, healthcare and your own job. 

    This is not against the village! This understanding, if things are not attuned to your present and future needs, if you can’t cater to your loved ones’ needs, it is better to move on from anything non-living. 

    Yes, you can still love your hometown, but you answer your posterity now, not your ancestry (it will be weird if you can).

    You are the ancestor your kids would talk about. The ancestors who made grand changes are always revered more, if that gives you a high. 

    And, even if there is no one praising you and if your family’s health and happiness is ensured, take those decisions, whatever that means. 

    Family means everyone, parents, partner, and children, whoever is dependent on your decisions.

    If their happiness requires moving to the moon or mountains, to the beach or the desert, Move!

    It is entirely up to your family, but in no way a flimsy excuse of love of a place is enough, it has to work out in all scenarios.

    No love is big enough to help you just survive your things.

    Human potential reaches its zenith when it is thriving not surviving. 

    The choice Oh learned (Wo)Man is yours!

  • The Roles We Play-The People We Forget

    She stood in the kitchen, not because she loved to cook, but because being a wife meant she had to. He fixed the pipe, not because he was good at it, but because being a man meant he had to. 

    Beneath their roles, they were just tired people longing to be seen.

    Why do we choose to live as roles instead of just us? 

    Roles that we inherit due to our birth, that are assigned to us or based on what we want to be in a personal relationship, where we come from, our gender , and even our caste or race.

    We don’t just inherit roles, we crave love through them. As a child, we wish our parents would see us beyond performance. As adults, we carry that wish into marriage, friendships, and families. But instead of intimacy, roles offer scripts.

    Because it seems as though we’ve forgotten that beneath these roles, there’s a human being trying to make sense of the world, struggling to keep up with expectations and standards that are not their own, but set by others.

    One instance of our prejudice about roles is menial work. Blue-collar work is not respected as much in India because people are seen for the work they do, not for the human they are. 

    We fail to recognize the privileges we have and how they shape the way we interact with others in a society.

    The emotional burden of performance

    One of the things growing up I have always resented is how easily anybody is insulted when they are not doing the job intended for them as per the standard set by the society, beyond the salary or money involved, but sometimes including that too.

    We are reduced to tasks, roles, and duties, based on time, tradition, culture, location, and gender and are judged by how well we fulfill the expected roles, and this judgment is constant. 

    There’s no room for understanding the complexities of a person’s life or the struggles they face. 

    Instead, we’ve built a system where anyone can become a judge, offering critiques and shame without empathy. 

    The masks we wear

    It’s almost as if every person is a machine, expected to perform at the same level of efficiency and productivity without deviation, without room for humanity. 

    I wonder who said ‘we are all born unique’!

    And when someone doesn’t meet these expectations, it’s easy for society to point the finger. 

    But when those same judges are asked to look inward and examine their own flaws, the room falls silent. 

    Bubbles in my head

    These accountability questions lead to a cycle of shame, hurt, and dejection in the heart of the person who was busy judging others but never tried to take a look inside. 

    People feel as though they’re never good enough, that they’re failing at a role something they never even chose to play. 

    They seek acceptance, to be seen beyond their roles. They want someone to tell them it’s okay to not be perfect. 

    They want someone to tell them not to be so harsh to themselves. But more often than not, society offers no space for such grace.

    Despite this core desire of being accepted for who they are without being shamed for their perceived inefficiencies, the hurt and imperfect people cover this shame, and dejection because yes, maybe they are “so weak and inefficient’, because that’s how deep the conditioning is.

    Or they would turn these complex feelings into anger, that nobody is willing to help them or understand them yet are willing to judge them.

    So they build a chasm, or they become a doormat.

    They are willing to be treated like the worst person as their punishment, or they are willing to wear the strongest emotional armour so that nobody and nothing, no warmth and love, can pass through it.

    The fixation on structure v/s desire to flow

    This brings me to a bigger question: Why do we care so much about roles? 

    Why is it that our relationships, our entire way of living, is based on these predetermined expectations? 

    Is it a trust issue? Do we believe that if we don’t define everything, love and care won’t flow naturally? 

    Why do we prioritize tradition over genuine expressions of love, even when it suffocates us? 

    Why do we feel trapped by expectations from people who may not even love us?

    Unless there is some psychological reasoning behind it, for example, parents have to take care of the young ones because young ones are dependent on adults, hence they can’t worry about the child’s expression of love towards them, there is no room for discussion on why we have to continue to keep living up those roles which feel more like a burden.

    Putting my thinking cap on

    Shouldn’t expectations from the role we play in our relationships as adults should be on the basis of how the person is, rather than pre writing, pre-ordaining it?

    Because it puts the onus on the person themself, whether they want to be in that role or not, instead of society thrusting their traditions on them. There is a greater accountability in their behavior, should they choose to be in a certain role/relationship.

    For example, in modern married couples, both partners work. Why should gender roles still define who does the housework and who works outside?

    Why can’t the husband cook because he’s better at it, or the wife handle the finances because she’s better at it? 

    Haven’t we progressed enough to have a mature discussion with our partners and parents about how we would like to lead our life?

    Why do we still need religion and tradition to tell us if we are falling short of our own responsibilities, or what living a healthy relationship should look like?

    What exactly is missing?

    Is it education? Or is it critical thinking? Is it the belief that humans don’t or can’t change?

    Maybe some people should be left alone because they don’t want to take any responsibility. Society has to expect not everyone is born to build a family.

    The rigged system- Role inequality in marriage & family

    This also leads to another dilemma, why should everybody have the same set of roles and responsibilities to live up to, against their will?

    For instance, why should people be forced to marry if they are really not interested in sharing that ideology with anyone? What for them marriage should be just a label and they still live their life like when they were unmarried, without any burden? 

    Why should every couple marry, if they are happily making it work without a label? Why should monogamy be the norm for a couple if the couple is okay with polygamy or open relationships, or many other new formats out there? 

    Why should every person grow up with this notion that they will get a partner despite making zero efforts in becoming a good match? 

    Why should every couple think about becoming a parent just because society expects them to? 

    Why can’t friends raise a family together, and still date outside?

    Why should only the husband have to worry about finances and a house, why raising kids should be a concern for the mother only? Why is birthing the only way to become a parent? 

    Why aren’t people with pets acknowledged as a family?

    Why do people inherently think they will automatically have the right to their parents’ property or partner’s hard work, despite being an abuser to them? 

    Why should society decide how adult children take care of their parents? Why only daughters leave their house after marriage, why not the couple choose where they would like to live and how to take care of each other’s family? 

    Why is adoption looked down upon, even if the couple is able to conceive? Why adopt only neurotypical children? Why parents aren’t encouraged to adopt disabled or neurodivergent or special children?

    Why should a couple be told how many kids they should birth and what their gender should be? Why can’t a mother choose whether she wishes to work or not after having children or whether she wants to halt her career for raising kids? 

    When would it end?

    When a man and woman get married, the woman is expected to know cooking, house chores, and caretaking of elderly and children by default. It is never considered whether she is even interested in cooking, or caretaking or how skilled she is. 

    She is expected to cook and do house work like a professional, whereas for the same work there are professional degrees out there and men are at the helm of all these fields. 

    Men get the medals for performing best at these jobs which are basically domestic work for a woman, but a woman is never appreciated for the similar hard work she puts in to make a house, a family work.

    It’s said she’s born to be a slave (read wife and a mother) and shouldn’t complain.

    The husband has to know how saving works, and bring home the maximum amount of salary and financial freedom without understanding whether he is skilled to do that.

    He should do the heavy physical work of the house, be the alpha, and be aggressive. He also should be ready to fire a punch when required, and has to be the engineer, plumber, carpenter and mechanic of the house. 

    He has to put his personal goals aside, to meet the family goals always. A man’s life is about providing, he can’t dream of pursuing anything for his soul while taking care of his family.

    He can’t ask his wife to take care of the finances, should he feel not strong or inclined enough.

    The man is ridiculed for being soft and emotional and if pursues art as a hobby. He is made fun of if talks about emotions and self care.

    His identity is defined by the hours he spends at work, and the money he brings in. He would be shamed if he is dependent on his wife financially or if she earns more than him.

    A man is not a human being, but money making machine and free of cost handy-man for life.

    He also has to be on his masculine side always and if as a husband is warm to his wife and as a father is caring for his children, then he is made fun of like he is being too soft to be called a man. 

    Men can’t be feminist, else according to the society they’d lose their masculinity. Men can’t be non violent too, because that means they are just weak.

    If a husband chooses to earn less or looks less physically appealing than her wife, like shorter height, then society keeps reminding the couple how the wife is at the losing end.

    In the same breath, if the wife is less pretty, is not good at housework, tends to fight for her rights, has a voice and is a feminist (as they say it), then she is continuously reminded she is not the ideal partner her husband should get. 

    The best wife is a submissive kind who has no rights and voice of her own.

    When the wife expects financial support from the husband apart from the house expenditure, then she is ridiculed that she is supposed to sacrifice and made to feel like a burden and a money waster. 

    Whereas a husband can bring any number of guests to cater to and the wife should be ready to put up with a smile at any time of the day because of what the role demands.

    But the husband can say no to any demand in the name of only earner hence decision maker of the house, even after being aware that wife has no other avenue and time to earn money.

    Men are made the alpha, with only the criteria of money, without assesing how well they are taking care of their family.

    A wife is only custodian of the money that her husband earns, she can’t ask for an allowance, in fact she has to think before asking, else she will be ridiculed for being a spent thrift and called greedy. She is expected to never save and can be asked for her assets or jewellery to be sold at any point, without her consent. 

    This has already created dual pressure on women these days, to be a perfect homemaker and excellent at office work too. She can’t think of not earning, because whenever she will need money, she’d be made to feel like a beggar.

    This is the female empowerment, to save oneself from the insult. Instead of teaching men their responsibility and healthy mindset about it, women have to figure it out themselves.

    Women have to overperform to be heard, to be safe, to be respected. Not because they are weak, but because the system was never built to protect them, only to contain them. 

    Also, only a man’s work is valued because it is economically productive yet on the other side, the man is not supposed to enjoy any family bliss and has to spend his days only providing for family. 

    The number of hours and the hard work both the partners are putting in to make the family work are not accounted for equitably.

    Sometimes, I actually wonder is patriarchy even beneficial to men? Wouldn’t feminism actually empower them ?

    The cycle of pain goes on

    Parents have to be always on the providing end and children take no responsibility as adults, especially if parents are not able to.

    Parents are unwilling to adjust and change their lifestyles as per their adult children’s capacity, leading to tension between both the generations. 

    ‘It was your job to raise us’, that’s what parents get to hear. Or ‘we did so much for you, yet you complain’, told by parents to their children.

    These are the normal discourse between adult children and parents, where no side is willing to take any accountability of their behavior and how they could be hurting one another.

    All these scenarios, just indicate one side sacrificing their heart and body out and other reaping benefits of the love the other person is pouring, without any accountability.

    What starts as a tired sigh in the kitchen or a quiet resentment at work soon reveals a larger pattern. These aren’t personal failures. They’re systemic expectations. And they shape every household, every marriage, every mind.

    Disadvantages of preset roles and responsibilities

    People take advantage of the system, and repent despite falling short of that role. 

    For example in a lot of family disputes, adults who are not even properly taking care of their old parents, harass them for money and property. 

    In many marriages, one partner exploits the other in the name of the traditional role set by the society. A husband who doesn’t contribute financially still expects his wife to do all the housework with grace and might even push her for earning.

    A wife who is not interested in taking care of her side of duties, makes a big deal when her husband doesn’t support her financially.

    Men expecting dowry and women dragging and blackmailing men in the name of women’s rights to get alimony is the new trend.

    Societal rigidity vs personal choice

    All of these issues, according to me, could be resolved, if people just accepted their shortcomings and had an honest conversation about what they want from that relationship. 

    It shouldn’t be about this is how things have been done till now but more about this is what i’m able to offer, and is the other one agreeing to accept that.

    I am my own enemy

    The problem is people associating their behavior with their role, instead of assessing their own actions, they tend to maintain a report card of every other person.

    It seems, we are completely driven by ego, not by love. 

    We just don’t want to be blamed, yet in that process if we lose peace and happiness, then that’s okay.

    People tend to have a fair idea about where the other person is falling short and why they need to be ridiculed for being inefficient.

    But if you truly ask them, “why do you think the other person is inefficient?”, they have some brazen responses which include shaming people, calling them lazy, selfish, manipulative, and cruel.

    And if you ask them why they themselves are falling short in their own role, then they’d give you a laundry list of reasons, which eventually means, cut them some slack and not bother with judgment, have some pity on them.

    The abyss within

    All in all, the discussions are always futile because you can never reach a consensus point with someone who is unwilling to have a real discussion about themselves and those who are unwilling to extend grace to others.

    This always makes me wonder why there are such major trust issues in all of our relationships.

    And then I observe, during their childhood, none of these people were extended any grace or honesty or space to be themselves.

    So today, they struggle to name their feelings and emotions.

    They are scared of those big feelings, which stop them from performing their ideal tasks.

    They have learnt to cut corners and manipulate emotions to always have the upper hand in that toxic relationship.

    Instead of fixing the issues, they feel ashamed of discussing how they are struggling in some area of their life.

    They struggle and scoff at asking for help because since childhood the message was: you are weak if you are feeling sad and hurt, you are weak if you need a shoulder to cry on.

    They shame those who try to seek help and fix their relationships. Their answer to everything is ‘just drop this and move on’ or ‘who cares if anybody is hurting, as long as we are happy’.

    We have absolutely no awareness about what emotional stability, and processing is.

    We only care about emotional resilience, which should be automatic to every human being, which today, research has clearly stated, is a skill taught by parents.

    There’s light at the end of this tunnel

    So I will extend the grace, despite being disappointed that people don’t try to fix their relationships.

    I will pity them because they haven’t understood there is a better way to live out there.

    The least we can do as a society is to believe people are trying really hard and they still need to be celebrated. 

    We can motivate them to be something more, but never shame them for who they are, vehemently trying to achieve, yet failing in the eyes of society.

    In the USA, when homeless people were given a home like normal people for six months with no questions asked, they were able to integrate back into society more easily, because it was easy for them to feel normal. They didn’t feel they were homeless.

    I guess the same thinking we need here.

    We need to tell people that you are loved despite your shortcomings, but they have to stop hurting people in the name of a role.

    A hope for future

    There is a need to understand what we are supposed to be as humans: just nice and kind people who don’t treat others like doormats. 

    We also need to understand when it’s a privilege to be born in a certain way be it gender or caste or physical appearance or to find oneself in a certain role, without much effort, enjoying its benefits.

    And not to ridicule others who are trying their best despite all odds, trying to earn the role that you easily received without being grateful about it.

    At this point of civilization, with so much knowledge and experience and the pain of pandemics, natural disasters and wars and looming dangers of climate change, let’s try to find the value of human life as is, without the fear that we are here to hurt each other, rather to be loved by one another.

    Additional thoughts to munch on

    Professionally, all good organizations give a long grace period for people to try. And since it’s a corporation, it will ask you to let go if after some time you are not meeting the job requirements. 

    But it does give you a training period or even before firing, a chance to up your skill, to try to live up to the role you chose to take. Some organizations give a chance to change departments, should a person feel a lack of interest or want to hone their skills in a different way. 

    In any case, a good company tries to keep you on, with constant dialogue.

    But should we, or could we, do that in personal relationships?

    Divorce is already an official example of people not meeting their roles.

    But what about other blood relationships?

    Since we already have had many conversations on toxic relationships and chucking them, can we have a conversation on how to make relationships work?

    Can we try not to push people away?

    In professional and political spaces, a description of roles is necessary, else how will one assess the performance. Yet many times human angle wins and despite shortcomings, people are appreciated without even achieving their goals.

    But in personal relationships, we have to meet people for what they are, not the job or the role that is described.

    These days dual income families are promoted, and even when the wife is taking care of house responsibilities alone. Even if only the husband’s salary can suffice for the house, the wife is pushed to work without understanding the pressure of such life on the whole family.

    All this leads to reduced familial happiness and a lot of physical and mental health issues, but there is no interest in sitting down and understanding how our trends are affecting the daily lives of millions of people badly.

    Moving beyond the personal sphere of relationships, caste and race have devised professional roles, and it is a given in Indian society for certain castes to do some particular tasks.

    They are never seen for the risks they take or the hard work they put in, rather are always expected to do the difficult work with 200% dedication without complaining about pay. 

    In fact, for them the way for coming out of this caste and gender based loop of work is paved with obstacles and judgements.

    When it comes to gender, despite high quality and hard work, females have to constantly justify for a stable job and pay.

    They are discriminated against for promotion because of reasons like menstruation, pregnancy, child-rearing , which I have discussed in my other essay on Life After Becoming a Mother.

    Also one of the factors of any healthy society is the awareness of privilege. The privilege that is being enjoyed by the privileged class is not considered a privilege by the same people, it’s their birthright.

    And the hardships whoever is facing in the name of gender, caste, financial status is their punishment.

    They can’t complain, they can’t make a noise, lest they be pushed into ‘whataboutery’ and the cycle of bare minimum benefits.

    So with the new found awareness, it is imperative we reassess how we manage our relationships, because clearly older ways are not working, neither professionally nor personally.

  • Mom & Me: A Story of Life, Death, and Beyond

    The Fear Of Death

    I have three types of experiences with death. I had imagined it many times. Daydreaming about my mom’s death or the deaths of people I loved came naturally to me. Probably because I always watched her being unwell while growing up, I felt we could lose people anytime. 

    As a child, health concerns in my family in various forms was part of my daily life. Even when my mother didn’t have a real fear of dying, I always feared losing her. 

    To me, imagining the deaths of loved ones was probably my love language. It was my way of realizing how unbearable losing them would be. I would cry and tell myself, It’s not going to happen.

    These thoughts came and went until they came too close to reality. I don’t know if I manifested it or if it was an inevitable truth waiting to upend my life.

    My first experience with death spanned my childhood and teenage years. I was disturbed and probably needed help. I felt it was better for people to die because that was one way to rid themselves of the pain of birth and this dreadful life. 

    I used to think death had nothing on me, until it actually did.

    Slowly, the fear of death started to engulf me as I grew up. Life was getting real and true learning was on my way.

    Living with Death: A Game of Hide and Seek

    The second experience of death started, and I guess grief too, when I was told what to expect about my mother’s chronic kidney disease. This was when I just started my new job. It hit like a boulder, a giant mountain, a glacier, or a planet falling on my head. Until then, I was frantically trying my best to fix her kidneys.

    I thought if I tried hard enough, I could make her live forever, somehow happily too.

    During those times, the universe would play with me. On my way to the office, there was a cremation ground. Every alternate day I would see a death procession, and slowly started to feel nauseous expecting to see another one on my way, everyday. Right when parallelly in my personal life death was looming over my mom’s head.

    During a casual conversation with the doctor, a bomb was dropped on me: she might survive for another year, but not more than that. That was the typical average lifespan of a dialysis patient in India. And I did see a lot of patients succumbing to the disease within that time frame. 

    When I was told about this timeline, I didn’t know which dam broke in my heart, but I started crying profusely in front of the doctor, as if mourning my mother’s death already. I still do, whenever I happen to talk to him by chance. The doctor reminds me of her and the version of myself that existed then. He has been a silent audience to the whole experience. 

    Anyway, even after that dreadful conversation, I didn’t lose hope. I sulked, I cried, I complained to god for a while. And then I thought, three years is just an average. 

    My mom was not an average person. And she did prove everyone wrong.

    That’s a story for another day.

    I decided to quit my job. It became increasingly overwhelming for me to work and handle the stress of health emergencies. I would fear I’d need to rush home but what if I reached too late!!

    Since that conversation, as I got used to the disease, the caretaking, the regular hospital visits, the frequent operations and tests, our home became a second hospital, and the hospital became a second home. The hospital staff and the people who helped in caretaking in various roles, became extended family. 

    During all this, I was breaking every day. The nights were the toughest to pass.

    Every task related to her care, her dialysis, the slow walks that eventually turned into wheelchair rides, feeding her in the hospital, running frantically to call the nurse the moment her BP fell, or when the machine would start beeping, reminded me that this would take her life one day. It reminded me of the death processions I used to see on my route to the office.

    Watching my mother’s blood flow in the tubes thrice a week during hemodialysis, the blood that made me, the blood that was running in my mother’s body since her birth, made my blood turn into water seemingly. I could not feel my own emotions watching this. It seemed like watching a movie, but a silent one.

    Blood sometimes spilled on the floor, dozens of gauzes filled with blood, the crazy blood clots in her hand, made blood from something sacred life giving, to a mere fluid in the body which needs to be treated. Her hand became a pin cushion from the constant attempts of finding the right blood vessel. Her skin became multi- colored due to blood clotting and wounds due to frequent syringe piercing. 

    I stopped noticing her hand was a part of her, but a tool to keep her alive.

    From this craziness to the dullness and lull of the hospital waiting rooms, the coldness and eerie silence of the night spent at hospitals, with only machines’ beeping a constant sound just like your heartbeat, the smell of the hospital started to become a part of my core memory.

    I still have white coat hypertension due to this. Every time I step into a hospital, my BP increases.

    From almost learning how to operate machines to knowing what was about to happen medically to her, from predicting which medicines would be prescribed next to almost becoming a half doctor and probably a full-time nurse for her, I was living her death in every moment. 

    While doing her peritoneal dialysis at home, 4 times a day for 4 years, I just kept thinking she would die of this disease one day.

    Thinking about death like, I was possessed by it at this rate, wreaked havoc to my mental health and perception of life.

    Sometimes, I would look at that frail body in a wheelchair or on a hospital bed or at home, getting her dialysis done, and I would think about the woman she once was. A woman with broad shoulders who had carried the weight of the world, who was still carrying it, carrying us. 

    A revolutionary at heart, a spiritual guru in her soul, a compassionate woman ahead of her time, and a sad, broken yet a hopeful mother in that fragile body. 

    I listened to her new voice, which was hoarse, and weak. You could sense the debility in it. She always had a sharp, strong voice. And this reminded me how slowly things were deteriorating. 

    She would be lost in her world, maybe because her faculties were affected as the disease progressed. Maybe because of fluid retention, depression, diabetes, or the hearing loss that completely shattered her confidence to communicate with people. Her usual sharpness and confidence was missing.

    I mostly did the talking on behalf of her. She started to rely heavily on my psychological support, almost like I was her brain, and maybe I wanted her to not to worry about anything anymore. 

    But despite all these changes in her, something was always there, the grit, the optimism, the zest for living, and an inspiration in her to keep going, keep trying.

    She wanted to live for us. Even for herself probably.

    She probably wanted a tryst with destiny, a chance to have a few happy years after the long, arduous life she had lived. So she kept trying.

    She wanted to make me happy, probably. She could see I was trying. And even though she was in so much pain, she tried not to give up for me and her family.

    She was sacrificing for us.I sort of couldn’t see it then.

    But I did see her living in those dying moments every day.

    We lived our best years.

    We went out frequently. Wore new clothes regularly. Ate whatever we could because she could hardly eat or drink anything, so whatever she did was a win. We lived as if all was well.

    We talked, we fought, and she was mine for all those years. Whatever nobody could give her in her healthier years, I tried to give her in the days that were numbered.

    I made sure she did not have to ask for anything, I wanted her to believe I am one person for whom she is the top priority.

    I would look at her sitting from afar, trying to register that memory in my head forever. Somewhere deep down, I knew I might not see that face again someday, but not the following day.

    I tried to fix her body so she could have a good time before her death. Even though I didn’t believe her death was imminent, I felt the need to cherish her as much as I could.

    Denial has always been my close ally.

    She was my last hope of the lost childhood, a hope of getting the love I never received or maybe never understood, and would never get a chance to feel again.

    And then a point came when I started to believe, maybe my plan had worked. Maybe she would now live, as long as we kept fixing her. 

    I got married during all this madness but I kept trying to keep her alive. Going back and forth between cities, to get her dialysis done.I thought soon I’d have more control over our situation. 

    As long as I kept running and praying, I could do it all. 

    When things didn’t seem to work, I prayed harder, and God seemed to give in. I thought God has to grant my wishes if He wants to prove His existence. And He kept humoring me. My mother kept humoring me too.

    Things kept getting tougher, but hope was never lost.

    There wasn’t a single corridor, or a room or a person I’ve been with, where I did not cry while talking about my mom or even thinking about it. I did not know a person could cry so easily, that the human body had so many tears to shed.

    I never had a conversation with the doctor where my eyes were not teary or my throat was not choking. I could feel it took a lot to just smile. The way I spoke had changed. I did not feel excited about anything, I did not want to be anywhere but home, there was no one I thought about but mom, I was struggling. I was gasping for air, for peace, for myself.

    I had a struggle understanding what I am beyond caretaking and being a daughter, and is it really enough?

    Those days were so stressful and eventful that I never got a chance to mull over these things for long. It was like living in a war zone and anytime a bomb could be dropped on your head.

    Through all this God had some plans for us. And our lives were suddenly disrupted by COVID pandemic.

    During that period, I got her cataract treated so she could see better, it gave her hope and strengthened her will to live.  

    And then, after a series of events, stories of the truest, greatest acts of love and spirituality, where God Himself had to come to change fates, she went away.

    Rendezvous with Death

    It was 3:30 on a Saturday morning.

    The person who called had disdain in his voice, I was in a denial in what I heard.

    I reconfirmed with him. He also insisted that he was not wrong or he did not mix up her name with someone.

    She was gone.

    In the hospital. Alone. And hopefully, lost.

    Probably, she had already left when she left for the hospital to be admitted to the ICU.

    She had decided to leave me. She had made her plans.

    I was 9 months pregnant. I was strictly advised not to go to public places or a hospital to avoid picking COVID infection during this time. Hence, I could not accompany her for the first time to the hospital, especially when she was going there to stay.

    And that’s why she decided to choose this time. She already told me, she feels now she’d be a burden to me, because I won’t be able to care for her along with the baby.

    She didn’t let me see her like that. She knew I’d stop her, so she didn’t take me along to the hospital. 

    She left without making me feel like she was going.

    She did send a signal that I didn’t understand.

    She had her last two-line conversation with me, which I didn’t realize would be her last. She told me to prepare for the baby to come. She was thinking about me. She spoke to me when she could barely think or be conscious anymore. 

    A few days before, she told me she had the best three months of her life. She told me, I have never been loved by anyone this much. I am truly happy.

    I don’t know why she said that because we never thought her days were coming to an end.

    One of those days, she had asked me.

    She told me she wanted to leave now.

    She was tired of the pain.

    It was as if she was asking for my permission.

    But I would never tell her to go. Because I knew she wanted to live.

    She wanted to live fulfilled. Pain Free too.

    And most of all, I wanted her to know she was wanted. Not as a role, but as a person. That she deserved all the love and care and respect. That I would fight anyone and do anything to keep her alive and happy.

    But probably, the one thing I missed was that I couldn’t reduce her pain, even when I wanted to.

    I was no God sadly.

    And so, for the first time, I let go.

    At the age of 62, after 35 years of mental and physical struggle and an 8 year long heroic battle with Chronic Kidney Disease, she finally rested.

    Grief: Never Ending Echo

    My third ongoing experience of death is a slow dance with Grief. 

    Grief is a strange, silent companion. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it, latching onto moments and memories, warping time in ways you cannot comprehend. It makes the past feel too close and the present too distant, blurring the lines between reality and dream. 

    Her death and the grief that came along with it, changed my identity, my worldview, my spirituality completely.

    When she went away, I was nine months pregnant. I couldn’t even cry, at least not the amount I wanted to when the numbness would fade. I had to prepare for everything, take care of all the rituals.

    I didn’t know the clothes that I was giving for her were her last. And in a way, I feel she chose them—they were her color. 

    I missed welcoming her into our house, covered with white sheets on a gurney, her last time in her home. I couldn’t see when they lay her down on the floor of the house she cherished so much, or maybe she did not.

    This house saw everything, her own disease, her children’s marriages, her transient peace and now her death. This house was a small pit stop, though not a pain-free one, after a long, dreary life in our previous house, and now on to her final journey.

    She had always been the strongest person I knew. Now, I had to be the strong one. But I wasn’t ready. And I didn’t want to be. Even if I held it together for so long, I did not want to anymore. What’s the point after all?

    If I had to define what death feels like, it is cold. It is eerily cold. It is a vacuum. You can breathe, but you don’t really feel anything around you. You don’t know if you are capable of feeling anything now or ever. Your heart, your brain-they have decided not to feel any more emotion. Your hands and legs are moving, your mouth is talking, but you have no awareness of your own body. You constantly dwindle between reality and dream. What you are in is a nightmare and what is real is when you wake up.

    And somehow, time moves really fast when you want it to stop. You want to spend more and more time with your loved one, but suddenly, it’s time to go. 

    You try to soak in that face one last time in the hope that this remains, that maybe time doesn’t take the memory of it away from you.

    I touched my mom’s face, like she was my child or maybe my mother, how I must have looked at her when I was a child, in her arms. She looked so pretty. Her face was glowing. I felt her nose and her cheeks one last time, patted her forehead like I wanted her to finally rest, that this was finally over. 

    She looked peaceful, as if she had simply gone to sleep, waiting to wake up in another world.

    I couldn’t hug her or sit next to her on the floor because I had a baby in my tummy. We have never been those families who show love through physical touch. I have hardly hugged my mother in my whole life, this includes even my day of marriage. So I was in a way thankful when she got unwell, retrospectively. Because I got to hold her a lot, her hand when walking, her shoulders when she would be unable to balance herself. 

    In these last years, I fed her, held her, bathed her, and did countless number of dressings, which gave me a chance to be close to her as a daughter, the physical touch that I always wanted. I could mother my mom the way she mothered me. And today I touched her face like I could cherish her at my will, without any awkwardness, but the last and only time of my and her life. 

    And that day, while sitting next to her on a chair, I was hanging between real life that was in my tummy and death which was in front of me-who do I save, and who do I stop? How do I feel and not feel at the same time? Who do I hug, and who do I cradle? I didn’t know any of it.

    I tried to bid her goodbye as happily as possible. I didn’t want her to worry anymore. And it didn’t feel like she had gone for many days. She did come visit me, it seems. I kept looking for that one sign of acceptance even then. I wanted her to tell me she knew I loved her so much, that I did my best to save her, that she doesn’t feel I gave up on her. 

    I didn’t know what was what. But there was guilt, a whole truckload of it. So much of it, I shoved it all down. I started fighting with her through her photos. She didn’t give me a chance to help her. She gave up on me. Or no-I screwed it up. Why did I let her go alone to the hospital, that one and only time?

    It’s like she was looking for an escape from life, from me.

    I started to feel more and more numb, as time passed. I completely denied she had gone in my head. I stopped looking at her picture. I could feel her living in my body. I would talk about her in the present tense. 

    I could feel it when I smiled like her, sat like her, talked like her, nodded like her, and sometimes even looked like her. I became obsessed with her. The only way for me to believe she was still with me was through living like her, to feel I am her daughter and she is alive in me. 

    Sometimes, I would get soundless dreams, daydreams of her. A memory of hers,  and I am just watching her. I wasn’t even part of that memory. Every time I cooked, I thought of her. Every time I drove on the road which led to the hospital, I thought of her.

    I had kept old hospital bills, her leftover medicines, her reading glasses, her comb, her clothes and tried to find her in those whenever I felt lonely. 

    I couldn’t give away the things which were used in her dialysis, I have still kept her hospital bag as is.

    And just like that, all of my three years after her death were about reliving every memory of hers, but with no emotions. Just feeling betrayed by her for leaving. Then feeling lonely, like I was completely alone in this world. Not looking at her pictures at all because the world would start spinning, and I would feel nauseous. An empty pit in my stomach and I did not know if I am supposed to breathe in or breathe out. I didn’t know I had these weird feelings, and I couldn’t understand them. 

    Grief was my worst nightmare—or not even that, because I didn’t know I could feel this way.

    We never were a family of camera people. We were always too shy of spotlights, and felt really awkward about taking our own pictures. When I realized I may not have a lot of time with my mother, I felt I probably should be clicking more pictures of her or us, but I also felt if I clicked her picture thinking she might be gone one day, then I am accepting her fate, I am making it real. So I never clicked those pictures. 

    I won’t deny I always regretted it but even to this day when it’s almost her 4 year death anniversary, I still am not able to look at her pictures. It’s difficult to even talk about her with anyone without crying.

    I probably will regret not saving enough memories of her even more in the years to come.

    I would look at her old pictures, the ones when she got newly married. I would look into those eyes and try to understand what this young girl would have been thinking. She must be so excited about the new life that she’s going to start and looking forward to the dreams she wanted to come true.

    And here I was, grieving for her own unlived life as well as mine. It made me even more sad, realizing I could not ever change someone’s destiny, especially of the person I loved so much.

    I have hated myself for still living after her death, that my own heart was betraying me by still beating. I was supposed to die if she died, but I was alive, barely surviving. 

    The sense of identity loss, loss of purpose and understanding life after being a caretaker for so long, turned my emotions into a whirlwind. I couldn’t detach nor I wanted to detach myself from the role of a daughter. I felt this would be a betrayal to my mom if I thought of anything else, in fact I had spent years thinking about how to keep my mom well, that suddenly I realized I have no personal goal. I had no idea nor any wish to look forward to anything. To me life was just dragging, everything seemed pointless. 

    It finally started to hit me, I don’t know who I am, I don’t know how I would have been if things were normal. I had no idea who Neha could be, if not for this.

    There were reasons I was trying to live, denial being one. 

    And denial is probably the state that is always there, maybe even after accepting too. I don’t know if, on a daily basis, grieving people can reminisce about their dead loved ones. They barely make it through birthdays or anniversaries, especially death anniversaries.

    One of the things I hated was not being able to say goodbye at the hospital. Another was my own living. Then I was angry at her for not asking for my permission. 

    I would get vertigo whenever I looked at her picture. The Earth didn’t seem to rotate properly when I thought about her.

    I spent unhealthy amounts of time at night looking at her last rites. Fortunately, or maybe only for me, there were videos of her cremation. And looking at them made it real. Contrary to popular belief, it healed me. And the biggest of all—the one thing that healed me was Time.

    I don’t know if there’s anything apart from Time that can heal, but perhaps the other thing is Purpose. A reason to live. A reason to wake up every day. A reason to not think about your loved one and instead think about those who are left behind.

    Death, even when it seems to be looming over our heads, when it does come, it comes sneakily. It takes away our senses, our authority over our own thoughts, our ability to understand what is happening to us and around us. Brain fog becomes a constant companion. Our body doesn’t seem to know what warmth means for a long while.

    We unknowingly look for them everywhere, and we get scared when we do get a whiff of their existence in the corners of our daily life.

    It takes a while to realize the tenses being used for them need to change, that the incidents we are sharing about them are the only memories we have. The accidental things we touch that belonged to them still carry a trace of them, a coldness that feels almost unbearable.

    I only have compassion for the people who lost someone they were not prepared to lose. They may be living, but a piece of their heart has flown away and doesn’t belong to them anymore. They are looking for their loved one’s existence in another realm. They are looking for a sign from their loved one’s soul to tell them they are still loved.

    They are still trying to understand whether they are still related, or if the alive one is the only one holding the ropes of this relationship.

    Yet, they deny every day whether they are truly living or even allowed to live again like before. The void they carry in their hearts, in their life, engulfs them even when they seem happy, whispering to them to feel guilty for moving on. 

    Death not only takes a person—it makes the one left behind feel guilty for being alive. 

    Grief is not a journey for those who have never loved, but a road seemingly less traveled by those who choose to drag themselves through this road of loneliness, with no hope of ever learning to live without the person they loved so much.

    Healing from grief feels like you’re sitting on this bed, bed being your emotional self. You can’t put your feet down, which is outside of your broken self, a logical self. The logical self is very painful to face, and it feels too hot to step on this floor. The logical self tells you to move on because what is gone is gone. And you, despite being scared of the hot burning floor, still want to go out of the room, to the outside world, to the normal life like before. You step down and then go out with all your strength but you still badly want to come back to the delusional grieving emotional self. You again go through that agonising pain of facing your logical self asking you to heal and live a normal life, and return to the bed, with no hope of any strength to leave this room ever again. And this cycle goes on for months, years and sometimes decades.

    Grief doesn’t end; it shifts. And somewhere in that shift,it teaches, love never really leaves, it just changes form.

    So I am trying, and would keep trying to keep her legacy alive in me. She would not like it after all this, if i hated living this much. I would try to understand why she made that sacrifice then, and why in all possible ways, whatever she did or God does, is an act of love. I may not completely see it today, but one day, I’ll be able to cherish her memories, and not be haunted by the emptiness she has left behind. 

    Now, I look for her in the quiet moments, in the warmth of the afternoon which is as peaceful as her, in the way I love my own child and when my daughter looks at me lovingly. 

    She left, but she didn’t leave me.

  • Children & Parents- Two Sides Of A Coin

    One of the most empowering things children do is follow their parents to the T. For those parents who tell that their kids do not to listen to them, they should know that, even before they realize it, their children are copying their behavior.

    What is problematic in them is problematic in you. What is lovable in them, they have acquired it from you.

    Even though parental wounds are real, it’s deeply saddening to see how many parents don’t realize that having children is like receiving God’s love language.

    However, we receive our children, it is the greatest gift we can give ourselves. It’s an act of love toward ourselves.

    I understand that one needs to be healed enough to fully cherish this, but if you’re in a place where you can see your child for what they are, not what they could be, you will feel a glowing ball of love in your heart.

    Your child is here to show you the way you love. They are a mirror of how you love yourself. If what I’m saying hurts you, then perhaps you are also hurting yourself.

    It’s a painful realization that our children must endure suffering that should only be ours. But since we can’t change this, what we can control is how we see ourselves, and in return, how we see our child.

    We owe it to our children to be the best version of ourselves possible.

    And by “best,” I don’t mean the worldly best, but rather the version of ourselves that we can lean on when we need support. This way, our children will learn to love themselves the way we love ourselves, unapologetically.

  • Who Are You Without their Approval?

    Why Being Unable to Show Up Is a ‘You’ Issue, Not a ‘Them’ Issue?

    Most of the time, when we get ready to meet someone, we think about how they will perceive us. Will they approve of the way we look? Will we fit in?

    This concern makes sense in formal settings, where dress codes act as unspoken signals. Dressing like the attendees at a corporate event or a government meeting signals, I belong here. I understand your language. Even in creative spaces like art exhibitions or tech startups, a certain aesthetic exists—one that distinguishes us from them.

    But what about relationships? Shouldn’t those be the spaces where we show up as we are, not as someone trying to belong? Is that too much to expect in this world where everything else is made up?

    Living As Per the World vs. Living True to Yourself

    The truth is, many of us live as versions of ourselves shaped by the world, not by what feels natural to us. But what makes us doubt our authentic selves? What strips away our ability to stand firm in who we are?

    The answer: Self-esteem.

    A deep, unwavering belief that you are lovable and worthy exactly as you are, not because of your appearance, achievements, or status, but simply because you exist. Not an arrogance that stems from superiority, nor apathy that disguises insecurity, but a quiet confidence that says, I am enough.

    The Fear of Not Being Enough

    I’ve seen this trope play out in movies: Two childhood friends, now grown up, decide to meet. One of them, usually the heroine, recognizes the other right away. But the hero is searching for an idealized version of her -the pretty, polished version he remembers. She sees this, feels small, assumes she isn’t enough, and instead of revealing herself, she walks away.

    Is this the guy’s fault, or is it her own self-doubt? If he openly shows disappointment, sure, we can judge him. But maybe even he has a physical preference. And what if he’s just happy to see her, no matter how she looks? Would we pat him on the back for that? And if so, what does that say about our own standards? Are we promoting pity and negating the importance of authenticity?

    Who really needs to do the work,the person with an expectation that their love interest will have a certain physical appearance and financial situation, or the person too afraid to show up as they are in the present moment?

    Where It All Begins: Childhood

    What fuels self-esteem? Why do some people seek a lot of external validation while others don’t?

    It all is set in the first 25 years of life. Those years shape almost everything about how we navigate adulthood, including how much we like ourselves. And the biggest deciding factor? Parents.

    Or, if not parents, the primary caregivers ,the people who first taught us what being human means. Think about Mowgli. Raised by wolves, he didn’t see himself as a human. He measured himself by the wolf pack’s standards. Even when he was found, he struggled to integrate because his foundation wasn’t built on human identity. That’s how deep early influences go.

    If your parents praised you only when you looked a certain way, you learned that appearance equals worth. If they mocked others for their looks, you internalized that judgment, fearing they saw you the same way. And so, you either conformed to avoid shame or rebelled to prove a point,both behaviors driven by external validation rather than self-acceptance.

    If You’re a Parent, What Can You Do?

    First, learn to love yourself, the way you are. Do the inner work that’s required to reach that healthy stage. How you see the world and yourself influences your child’s worldview. The efforts you make for yourself and the words you use for yourself  and others, the things you approve or disapprove of, all these shape your child’s standards for themselves and others.

    Yes, you have to teach your child about societal norms. Yes, you have to protect them by teaching them certain behaviors and practices. But none of it should make the child feel inadequate,especially if they struggle to follow those norms. Their worth should never be intertwined with what they do or how they behave in the eyes of a parent. They don’t have to fight you to earn your love. 

    Second, self-esteem isn’t just about looks. It extends to career, relationships, and life milestones. Parenting requires a fine balance between nudging a child toward growth, setting necessary boundaries, and making them feel inherently valued.

    Sometimes, tough love is needed. But how it’s delivered determines whether it builds resilience or damages confidence. A healthy child who grows into a healthy adult doesn’t constantly seek approval. If your child never seeks validation, something’s off. If they always need it, something’s off. And if they tiptoe around your emotions to keep you happy, you might be raising a people-pleaser.

    A confident child pushes boundaries because they know your love isn’t conditional. In any case, never mock or shame your child-whether in front of them or behind their back. Sarcasm and shame never help a child (or even an adult) learn anything. They only teach them that they are unworthy of their parent’s love because they failed to meet a certain expectation. 

    Sarcasm and shame seemingly may work in the short term, but it should not be the norm for correction in the house, your kid (sometimes even adult children) shouldn’t fear that their parents can make fun of them anytime in front of anyone, in the name of motivation. In the long term, it destroys their self esteem and in a deranged way can also be used to gain an unhealthy form of attention from you. 

    Research shows that kids who receive enough love and  healthy attention actually listen more to their parents. Parenting becomes easier when children feel secure in their worth and receiving love that is consistent.

    As an Adult, What Can You Do?

    It may not be about physical appearance. It’s about how you feel about yourself overall. Career struggles, unmet expectations, and peer pressure can all chip away at self-esteem. If you feel like you’re falling behind, it’s easy to shrink.

    Instead of forcing yourself to ‘march ahead,’ start by surrounding yourself with people who see your worth beyond your current circumstances. Find friends or family members who remind you that you are you—not your achievements, not your setbacks, just you.

    These people keep you grounded when you’re soaring and lift you up when you’re falling. They may even be part of a digital community if your family is toxic and you don’t have supportive friends. Finding healthy support,through online spaces, doing self-care and inner work, reading good books, podcasts, and other perspectives, helps maintain and build self-esteem when it is shattered.

    Sometimes, you have to spend time with yourself to rebuild your self-worth from scratch. Something like rising from the ashes like a phoenix.

    Final Thought

    No one—not society, not your past, not even your own doubts—gets to decide your worth. If something isn’t working out, it’s a matter of strategy and time, not proof of your value.

    We all love achieving things, and that’s great. But your milestones should never dictate your right to get love, respect, or attention.

    Show up. As you are.

    That’s all you ever needed to do.

  • A Missing Village : A New Mother’s Reality

    The Vanishing Village

    Today, I came across a rather popular quote about how new mothers once had a village, but now that village is nonexistent. Now, new moms not only have to prepare for the arrival of their child but also brace themselves for a long and exhausting battle.

    We are the village. Yet, the village that was supposed to nurture new mothers now either hunts them or shuns them. The very people like the elders, the parents, the grandparents, the aunts and uncles, the seniors in the family whose age and experience should have made them more empathetic, often let their egos dictate their behavior. Instead of offering support, new mothers are met with judgment, control, and unsolicited advice.

    It becomes a battleground help is conditional, given only if the mother submits to their terms. Otherwise, they gossip, withdraw support, and choose to criticize from a distance. It is as if they are not family but like hired, imposing know-it-all consultants who believe their presence is a privilege, not a duty of love. When things go south, they are the first to step away and blame the situation.

    Sometimes, the village just watches from the sidelines, observing her through the lens of toxic tradition and fake dogmatism, while she burns in frustration and pain.

    The Maturity Paradox

    Adjusting after marriage is challenging, but I won’t delve into that here. That phase is new for everyone. What stands out is that many adults, elders included, are as emotionally immature as children. They refuse to learn from their mistakes or take accountability for their actions. If elders don’t know how to handle their emotions during difficult times, how can they expect the younger generation to navigate major life changes like marriage and parenthood with perfect maturity?

    Motherhood: A Sacred Duty

    But motherhood is sacred. It is a celebration beyond the institution of marriage. Bringing a child into this world, whether within a marriage or outside of it, deserves respect. This child is the future. And as living beings, protecting the future is our collective responsibility. It is an unspoken yet fundamental duty that nature itself has given us.

    Yet, somehow, parenting is treated as the mother’s burden alone. When a mother is left unsupported, everyone suffers ,the child, the father, the extended family, society, and eventually even the country. After all, the baby who is overlooked today could grow up to be anyone, a saint or a sinner, a prime minister or a farmer. The baby always matters.

    And if the baby matters, then the mother matters too. A child is as calm and healthy as their mother is, as peaceful as she nurtures them.

    The Inverted System

    We have gotten everything backwards. Yes, traditionally, patriarchal structures placed men as providers and protectors, but why? Because if the mother spent all her energy providing, who would nurture? Family is the center of humanity because healthy gene propagation is the purpose of life. It doesn’t matter who gives birth, what matters is that the young ones are nurtured. Because through them, civilization continues to live, not just survive. It is in interest of everyone to support parents while they put their heart and soul to raise the child.

    It is our responsibility, yours, mine, everyone’s to ensure that the future thrives, not just exists. We are all part of an ecosystem. We need each other.

    A Mother’s Mental Health

    It should be obvious, but a mother’s job isn’t just physical. If she is burning out while still handling all baby-related chores, she risks passing that exhaustion onto her child in ways she doesn’t even realize.

    Core wounds are the deep emotional scars formed before a child understands emotions, can develop when a mother is too drained to soothe, be present, or meet her baby’s attention needs.

    A child’s emotional well-being depends on the mother’s. A burnt-out mother can’t mother in a healthy way. A child mirrors their mother’s emotional state, sensing her distress subconsciously, which shapes their adult self.

    A child can either have a healthy childhood or spend adulthood healing from unintentional wounds.

    A birthing mother is different from any other caretaker of the baby because her body biochemically, physically, and psychologically changes, and it is completely out of her hands. Yet, it is left to her to handle her mood swings. She is shamed for a changing body, and she is shamed for feeling tired.

    If she were the queen, she would receive the treatment of a slave.

    Evolutionary Design

    Maybe evolution made mothers this way. Hormones taking years to regulate, the body needing time to feel like itself again. This way, the mother would spend more time with the baby, increasing the chances of survival for the baby from the caveman days. Maybe this is why oxytocin floods a mother’s system when she cuddles her baby, creating a bond that benefits both.

    Studies focus on the child’s needs, but the mother also benefits from the warmth and connection. Evolution designed this to increase survival chances, so why does society in the 21st century act as if the question is still about survival, not thriving?

    Yet, modern life refuses to acknowledge a mother’s healing. Many mothers experience lifelong pain that started after childbirth, yet it’s normalized. Women are treated as if they were born with skills to be a mother, pre and post-partum both. Instead of focusing on aftercare, people romanticize how women in hunter-gatherer societies gave birth alone and resumed survival tasks immediately.

    But if every industry today is optimizing for comfort and efficiency, why must motherhood remain brutal?

    The Dilemma of a New Mother

    A new mother is not just overwhelmed with the responsibility of being a perfect parent, she is also battling for her identity.

    Unlike previous generations, manipulated into believing child-rearing was their sole purpose, the modern mother has worked hard for her independence. Yet, when she takes time off to focus on her child, she is pressured to maintain her pre-motherhood career at full force. Society pushes women to have children before the biological clock runs out, but once they do, it shames them for taking a break, lest they become obsolete.

    People remind her how much money and opportunity she is losing. They insist that no matter how good a mother she is, her worth is still measured by her body and career. She is made to feel guilty, both for stepping back and for wanting to return. She is expected to do it all, to prove that all the years spent building her career weren’t wasted.

    I wonder what a woman thinks in those moments, holding her child, feeling the width of her new body, doubting how she will be ousted from the job she slaved for years to earn. And there is no break for her, neither at work nor at home.

    And if she does return, she faces skepticism. Employers hesitate to trust a mother. They assume she won’t be as dedicated because her mind will be elsewhere.

    Meanwhile, men expected to be unshakable worker drones, aren’t even allowed to enjoy fatherhood. Why are corporations so emotionless? Who are we making money for if it prevents us from experiencing the beauty of being human . From watching our children grow, from cherishing the years when they first start making sense of the world through us?

    A Spiritual Perspective

    My limited understanding of Sanatan Dharma tells me that a wife receives half of her husband’s good karma, yet none of his bad karma affects her after death. A woman can achieve spiritual liberation more easily than a man. God listens to her prayers sooner. Even divinity acknowledges the struggles of a woman, but we, the people, fail to see the struggles of the women among us.

    The human who brings and nurtures another human into this world is sacred, not just because she can, but because of what it takes to raise a young one. It requires everything. And if she is willing to give that, she deserves everything in return.

    At this point, I extend this sentiment to anyone raising a child alone, including single fathers. But since society reserves a special kind of cruelty for mothers, the focus remains on them.

    The Warrior Without Armor

    So why do families choose to hurt new mothers when they are already at their most vulnerable? Yes, new moms are superheroes, but why have we normalized their suffering? Why do we glorify their struggle instead of making their journey easier?

    We admire a warrior who fights even while bleeding, but would we ever send a warrior into battle without armor? Without a shield? Without a sword,especially a king?

    In chess, the queen is powerful, but the king is protected at all costs. He represents the bloodline, the knowledge, the survival of his kingdom. And in our family system, who is the king? The mother. And who is her armor? Her family, her partner, the people who are supposed to stand by her.

    Yet, instead of standing as her armor, society becomes another battle she must fight.

    A mother’s armor is not a diaper bag or a bassinet. It is the people she can rely on without guilt. The ones who tend to her wounds, not just the physical ones, but the emotional ones, the silent tears hidden beneath the storm of hormones.

    A mother is not just a caretaker; she is the foundation of the family. Her body, mind, and emotions are forced to change beyond her control, yet she is expected to manage it all alone.

    The Final Question

    Living with a new mom is not easy. She is emotional, unpredictable, and overwhelmed. She is trying to be perfect yet constantly feels guilty. And, instead of helping her, we judge her. Instead of protecting her, we make her feel unworthy.

    But at what cost?

    What do we gain by breaking the very person who is shaping the next generation?

    What kind of world are we building if we neglect the hands that raise it?

    Can we not strive to be more patient and empathetic towards her while she learns the ropes of motherhood?

    It is imperative and urgent for society to reassess its priorities.

    Is it people or tradition? Is it kindness or ego? 

    And as a mother, I ask again: Where is the village?

  • Self-Care Is Not Selfish

    History has not been kind to those who cannot advocate for themselves.

    Life and health, too, unfortunately, are unkind to those who devote themselves to others without attending to their own needs.

    Caretakers, for instance, often neglect their health because they lack the mental bandwidth or willpower to prioritize themselves.

    While they might know exactly how to care for others, planning meals, appointments, and exercises for their loved ones, they often fail to apply that same care to themselves.

    Self-care is often misunderstood. For many, it feels selfish or indulgent, especially in a society that glorifies sacrifice and selflessness.

    However, the truth is that self-care is one of the most selfless things you can do. Why? Because only when you care for yourself can you truly take care of others.

    Who is a caretaker? A caretaker is not just someone looking after an ailing or struggling person physically or mentally; it is anyone who pours themselves out to meet someone else’s needs.

    This includes a parent caring for a child, a working professional supporting their family, or a person managing both their job and an aging pet. The examples are endless.

    Being a caretaker is one of the most sacrificial roles a person can take on, but it is also one of the most self-sabotaging. The body and brain work in mysterious ways.

    When you are constantly focused on others, your own needs often fade into the background.

    Basic necessities required for a healthy mind and body, like exercise, nutritious food, and good sleep habits are ignored. Over time, this neglect takes a serious toll on physical and mental health, leading to chronic illnesses, particularly lifestyle disorders like hypertension, obesity, diabetes, and mental health struggles.

    Research has even linked prolonged stress due to neglected self-care with an increased risk of serious conditions like cancer.

    It takes immense grit, intention, and discipline to practice self-care, perhaps even more than it takes to care for someone else.

    Yet, without it, you risk burning out, becoming irritable, or even resenting the very people you are trying to help.

    You become the person you least pay attention to, and this neglect has consequences.

    If you are a parent, this may affect your parenting style. As a health caretaker, it impacts the healing environment of the home where you reside with the patient.

    This raises the question: is it wrong to prioritize yourself? Absolutely not.

    In fact, it is essential. Self-care is the foundation of effective caregiving and healthy relationships. It’s not about ignoring others’ needs but ensuring that you are strong enough to meet them.

    After all, you can’t pour from an empty cup.

    Unfortunately, societal attitudes make this even more difficult. We often glorify self-sacrifice to the point where those who prioritize their well-being are seen as selfish.

    But for those who are self-reliant or caring for others, self-care is a lifeline. It’s about maintaining the physical, emotional, and mental capacity to live meaningfully and support others effectively.

    At the same time, seeking help should be normalized and celebrated. Many people, including caretakers, struggle in silence because they feel they must manage everything alone.

    Yet, asking for support is not a sign of weakness but of courage, it shows trust in one’s community.

    This is why we must foster a culture where offering help is instinctive, even when it is not explicitly asked for. A simple offer of assistance can go a long way in reminding caretakers that they are not alone, that their struggles are seen and acknowledged.

    However, instead of encouraging practical support, society tends to glorify those who carry the burden alone to the brink of burnout. They are labeled as superheroes, praised for their endurance rather than helped in meaningful ways.

    For example, mothers juggling work and childcare without assistance are often called “wonder women” rather than being offered support. Instead of recognizing their struggle as a lesson in the need for communal care, we turn it into an inspiration for others to endure similar hardships.

    We celebrate perseverance, yet we fail to teach the importance of seeking or providing help.

    Ironically, while we admire success and ambition, we rarely consider empathy a skill worth cultivating. Internships and training programs focus on financial or professional growth, but who teaches us to support those silently struggling?

    The burden of caregiving often falls to those who grew up in difficult circumstances, not because they were taught how to handle it but because they had no choice.

    The lesson here is clear: to provide meaningful support, we must first be capable ourselves. Prioritizing self-care is not selfish; it is the most compassionate thing we can do for those who depend on us.

    We must foster an environment where taking care of our minds and bodies is guilt-free, while also ensuring that we uplift those who cannot do so themselves.

    Ultimately, self-care is about balance. It’s about recognizing that your well-being matters just as much as anyone else’s.

    It’s about creating a world where everyone, caretakers and those they care for, can thrive.

    And it starts with a simple but profound realization: you cannot help others unless you help yourself first.

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