November 22, 2017

Queen of Katwe

Posted in Inspiration, Uncategorized tagged , , , , , , , , at 1:39 pm by Venus Viswambharan

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Oh yes this movie has moved me sufficiently to include it into my blog. Yes its a plain simple review but Something that needed to be shared.

 An award-winning documentary that Bollywood director Mira Nair weaves with inspiring true life characters and their personal experiences to leave a lasting impression on our souls, infusing us with valuable lessons all along the length of the movie.
It’s about Phiona Mutesi a Ugandan Chess player.  She was born in Katwe, the largest of Kampala’s eight slums.
I have always been intrigued by watching people play chess, it is the brilliant agility of the mind of the players that draws me to the game like a bee to honey,  but no I can’t play strategically well at all…at this point and space of time(no, that statement is not to bind me).
All through the movie… we see Phiona and her family (Her two younger brothers and her single mom) struggling to live and have a roof over their heads (not figuratively!).  You must know what it feels like to get splattered with a few drops of rain – it has joy and mirth en-wrapped in that vision for most of us. Well then picture-  a house caving in, under torrential rain and the house filling up to its brim . How comfortable would it be to be drenched to one’s bone, when all one wants to do is sleep in the warmth of one’s bed?
Mira piercingly portrays the misery through her characters and they in turn very naturally and profoundly depict the galvanizing tale (completely naked of any glamour akin to the movies). The strongest thread of the story is – the idea “that losing is not failure”.
But what is success ?
That is another lesson we glean from this movie…
Success is the ablity to keep your head up… Not give up..
And search for that small lamp or flicker of light which burns up a new strategy…. a new way out of the distinctly desolate times – Here Phiona begins to believe that she is not her circumstances.  She is trained by her coach to figure out a new way out of the challenging maybe even trapping move of her opponent on not just the chess board , but on the board of life!
One of Robert Katende (her coach’s) dialogues :

Sometimes the place you are used to is not the place you belong. You belong where you believe you belong. Where is that for you?

Oh she does give up…
And she almost believes she has no way out of the heart wrenching poverty.
One of Phiona’s dialogues :

Coach, you told us to make a plan but I fear things will never change.

and Robert Katende’s reply :

“What matters is when you reset the pieces and play a game.”

… Which is when she knows that chess is definitely her way out !
So she grits her teeth and decides to find a new way, a new move, every time she plays chess ….
another dialogue of Phiona :

“Losing teaches me to play better.

Oh but her mother  Nakku Harriet, is the first beacon not flicker, nor lamp ,  but a mammoth beacon, who teaches her the biggest lesson- with her spirit of steel just by being who she is – a mother, who does not give up on her children no matter how wretched their circumstances were! Who embodies the principle-  “Never get bitter, But try …just once more in a new way!!” We see the steel melt and bend and provide intelligently for her children. This is very apparent when – she cleverly but discreetly furnishes more paraffin, to facilitate the learning of chess in darkness of the night for the love of her life, her daughter Phiona. A love that is apparent merely by the actions of this simple but resolutely improvising mom.
And her little girl writes history for not just herself but her own brothers and her weary mother!!
Phiona Mutesi has won the Ugandan Women’s Junior Championship of three times, has represented Uganda at four chess olympiads, and is one of the first titled female players in Ugandan chess history.

June 20, 2017

Do I only see a flat tyre?

Posted in Introspection, Uncategorized tagged , , , , , , , at 10:52 am by Venus Viswambharan

On driving halfway to my yoga class, this morning I realized my car tyre was punctured. I drove back depressed and a tad bit angry.


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My younger daughter did remind me of the option of going for a walk but I refused thinking my day had just started out wrong and its going to go all wrong…Image result for bad day

I’m sure you too might have had such days where things start of wrong and you feel like believing everything from this point on is just going to roll down south.
Or you may feel “This is one of those bad days”

Pause right there…
Remember these thoughts are magnetic and will draw more such thoughts and events to make it heavier, smellier and more depressing.

Look at it as a single moment and let it go, don’t hold on to it , don’t!

How does one let go? Listen to your favorite music, Listen to your favorite motivational person, read what you love to, talk to little babies or puppies or talk to plants, write or paint or photograph or even just dance.  Do something crazy, dancing in the rain. Do something new. Do whatever you know has the power to irresistibly draw you! What makes you smile no matter what !

How did I let go you may ask?I listened to Doreen virtue. Strangely in today’s video – She asked us to pray  “Give your worries to your creator , and no don’t ask for it to be handled in a particular way. But trust that it will be handled in the best way.”

Its the tiny steps that you take to make things get better, which amazingly make the right things appear to you, and strangely you listen or read or even see the most appropriate things!

What we sometimes fail to see is that : Maybe the universe wants to disrupt the normal motions of your day so that you open your senses to observe or notice something new. To maybe slow down give time to things that you would not normally give to. To maybe even be quiet and notice yourself.

Today surprisingly I found the time to speak to two of my friends and both gave me warm comforting news from their worlds, they made me smile and even tear up joyously listening to little pieces of magics occurring in their worlds.

So today I ask you to ask the universe “What is right about this whole episode that I’m not getting?” If something is not going right. What if it is right there but I don’t see it ? What if I just need to look with new eyes?

“What would it take for more glitter, sparkle and magic to show up in my life right away?” Again maybe the magic is right there in the moment I just need to be more aware?

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Do share the beauty the magic you experienced or how your awareness has opened up today.

May 4, 2017

Are we reaching the corners?

Posted in Introspection tagged , , , , , , , at 10:46 am by Venus Viswambharan

Today morning
As I brush my teeth and
I patiently run the brush into the corners of my mouth..
I realize suddenly there
are hidden areas….
Which I can miss or I just can’t reach with my brush.
I then vigorously move my brush to try reaching those crannies.

brush 2

After having rinsed I know there are still some remnants which I just could not pry out..

Sometimes I feel comfortable  believing there’s nothing there…
And let go..
An illusion clearly…

Why do we brush? To ensure freshness and to reach that squeaky clean feel.
So that the next meal that we consume is attacked(for effective digestion) by a clean sparkling effective set of tools- our teeth!

With Our mind too – do you load your minds with yesterday’s remnants…?
Have you lodged in the corners of our mind  things from the past…?
Can you see all those dark corners of your mind? or don’t they exist…?
Are there things you hold on to, conveniently tucked into the different corners of your minds, unknown even to yourself..?

What do these things that we hoard and squeeze inside of your minds do?
they make your mind stale and even stink…

These useless residues … experiences, opinions, voices, reactions, behaviors of others or our own, guilts , fears from so long back… that have been piling up since so  many years

They Must be removed! They must be brushed with utmost care to remove any remnant of yesterday, anything that is only filling up space, clouding our decision making and making us weak and worthless…

Only then can we efficiently smoothly and expertly  use this tool our mind

September 25, 2016


Posted in Introspection, Uncategorized tagged , , , at 9:33 am by Venus Viswambharan

She listens, She understands,
When unable to understand she gives silence and space,
For the other person to fill , whether they understand themselves or not,
She is pushing, encouraging, lifting so many up,
She learns to be the other person- may it be her husband, her kids, her parent in laws, her sibling in laws…

Learning a new language, to cook the way they like , to dress like the new family wants..
She borrows new likes, new joys, new adventures, from all around her.. Never saying she doesn’t know how to do something, To reach harmony, to roll smoothly connecting so many lives…

She is changing, tweaking , sometimes with resistance, but mostly not even conscious of the huge metamorphosis that happens within herself..

And she Changes !

Becomes someone else…

She leaves behind who she knew she was,
Not even barely remembering what she liked, what she enjoyed, what made her heart sing…


Not hating a bit the process, she does it without realising, something the society has taught her, every woman before her has done, has taught her by being themselves a woman.

That is who a woman is….

I see them daily around me…
My ma, my mom in law, my cousin, my daughter, my friend my neighbour the lady that works at my home, the lady who works with me…

Until she can’t take it no more…

Then she is labelled
As bold!
As uncompromising
As a person who doesn’t understand
As a rude/ mean person
A loose character
A home wrecker…

But then there are men look around you..

Who help,
Push her to be more than she is …
To be who she truly is
Giving her wings to fly..

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I see him too as my husband, my father, my brother, my father in law, my friend , my cousin…

This wife, daughter , sister , daughter in law, friend or cousin is strong, She is who she is because of them…

I have witnessed the lady that works in our home too is so strong, so confident because of that man who values her, who stands by her, handling their home their kids together! Their low income status or sparse education did not prevent this – he too “wanted” to contribute.. He felt the need.

So many women are who they are because of them…!

And then there are men who believe
Raising kids,
Cleaning the home,
Caring for and understanding the husbands parents and her own,
Caring for the husband’s range of needs, from sex,  feeding him wholesome food , ironing their clothes punctually and clearing after them  (when he is an adult himself?)
Expecting no appreciation.
Changing ,

As it is expected of her,
As it Is a mandate!
It just Should be done!
Cause as per society
As per the natural law of nature
They are supposed to do so?

I ask you really?
I ask you men, really?


May 8, 2016

My very being…

Posted in Inspiration, Uncategorized tagged , , at 7:52 am by Venus Viswambharan

imageWe have felt her heart beating next to ours, no matter how engaged we may be, if we quietened the noise inside, we could strangely feel it comforting us even today.

We know the warmth of her grasping our fingers when we ran our first free steps imto this new exciting world…indescribably, they still seem to be interlaced today…

She has looked patiently into our eyes trying to understand us..
Held us close in times that we were unsure..hold still, today too her eyes seek… And she is close..

She has raised her voice in fear… In exasperation … And oh in glee echoing just what we too each sound that leaves your voice box, has hers..

We have heard her move quietly and briskly at unearthly hours for those warm delicious meals…and the clean comfort of our home…today do you think you move alone?

Have felt our tears blend, hers and mine, in times of despair, in times of joy… No matter where she is today, the drops trickling from our eyes still seem to blend..

“Alone”? – She has tried so hard so that we never knew what that word meant.

Is it her smell, her eyes or her touch that makes us feel unbeatable…
Or does solely her thought accomplish all of that?

Mother a word…
That embraces her breath, the strength of her, the softness of her self, the beat of her heart, the tenaciousness of her spirit, the expansive reach of her being.

Am i just me? Is she just her….?

July 4, 2014

Under Tutelage…

Posted in Empowering, Introspection tagged , , at 10:23 am by Venus Viswambharan

image“Letting go” – I’m sure you’ve heard as much as I have about the same . Read up  the same amount or more on its importance in our lives, on the fact that we are all learning just this ….” Letting go “, during our presence here on earth. Oh! It does appeal to me ,to the insides of me….The very sound of the words letting go evokes a feeling of lightness, a feeling of being free ….  dare I say , a feeling of greatness?

But what happens when we are in the eye of the storm….?

We were to travel from Chandigarh back to Indore via Delhi. We contemplated travelling by train the Chandigarh Delhi portion. Which was a more comfortable, hassle free and quicker option. But at the last moment my husband informed me of the decision to drive down. On questioning why ,he said his father would drive us down….
Oh No I didn’t like it one bit! I could feel the anger rising inside of me. I wanted to whine about how inconvenient it would be with the kids and all the luggage. I wanted to give my piece of mind and follow it up with a tirade of how unfair it was and unleash everything out on my husband. But somehow I settled in quietly into the car’s drivers seat.  On seating myself,  I didn’t bite my tongue…or hold it in, I just let it go , completely. I just let myself be in the moment as it was. Purposefully forcefully , pushing out every preconceived judgement or expectation out of my head.

I explored Letting go.

After a while I saw my elder daughter fast asleep in the back ,snuggled close to her Dadu with her head safely in his arms. My younger one had her head on his shoulders and he protectively had an arm around each of them. I smiled ,it struck me my father in law wanted to spend some close moments with them doing just this much! Letting go , clearing the garbage in my head, gave me the space to be able to notice this, “I” allowed me to be moved.

Later we stopped for lunch and we changed places ,my father in law moved to the front while my husband drove. He then switched on the MP3 player searched for a while and put on a particular Shabad. My husband was going through a particularly hard time at work , I had spoken to papa about it. So in response papa played this and explained every single word of it to me . “Me  ” a lover of words, lover of songs with deep meaningful lyrics. I’m sure you understand how much and how deeply he had touched me? He explained : “With The Lord above us caring for every little bit , every hair on our head, we need not worry about anything, we need not fear anything or anyone.” Of course I already knew what he was saying, but coming from him and in this way, it hit home! I had tears streaming down! Not only did “I” feel empowered, I knew my husband was feeling strong and confident to face just about anything too!

And all along intermittently, the thought that kept showing up in my head was: I was ready to push these moments away , in exchange for comfort , convenience and speed? By “letting go  I  “Let ” THOSE things come to me, that were ALSO coming my way! I experienced what I had to, in due course, as time would have things play out…..and I was open and empty to observe and receive fully!

Most times we are fighting with ourselves or with time or with people, just because it isn’t just the way “we” want it to  be….So much of energy is lost , so out of focus we get and so much chaos we carry within us  and the moment passes us by carrying with it a huge treasure!

Letting go is oh so very hard . We mumble it in our mouths but it really never is sold to the heart. Is it because when we let go , we don’t know what the outcome would be? Is it because control feels safer?  When “we”propel the future it is more endurable?

Having experienced the beauty of letting go, it sure does lure me to try it out again and again…

But here I am in the middle of another incident where in a friend is going through a hard time ,and is pushing me away, making me wonder why? Making me want to go up to her repeatedly to explain, to make it all right… She has her wall up. Yes, I am under the clutches of control, of wanting to hold on so tightly, to steer and squeeze out the outcome just like “I “ want… but then is what “I” want , that which  is “laden with trinkets”?  is it rightly “mine”? Is  the ” moment” most appropriate? And yes, I know I’m supposed to let go… but there’s so much of the familiar addiction to control buzzing in the head …

Will I be able..?

September 6, 2013

Being Naked..

Posted in Empowering, Overcoming obstacles, Uncategorized tagged , , , , , , at 1:12 pm by Venus Viswambharan

image I was taking a brisk morning walk and I saw a water puddle that was in the middle of the road. There was no way out … I wanted to avoid the wet dirty puddle. I climbed the tiled pathway which was inclined in a slope bordering the puddle. Yes you guessed right since it was a slope and it was wet due to the rain I slipped and I fell badly bruising my knee. Now In retrospect I wonder,  was it not better to go through the puddle and  get wet instead of avoiding that little unpleasantness and getting hurt ? It was a gash that took a few days to heal.

It is strange we do it in most circumstances trying to save ourselves, to protect ourselves even from people and our relationships…. We talk safely, we behave safely (we tread on an illusory safe path )

Personal examples:

  • When I hold off calling someone as I just don’t know what to say.
  • Imagining why people say or behave the way they do. ( oh and we are sure that what I think is perfectly calculated by the very intelligent me and just can intuitively read anyone and their manipulations right on target)  and go ahead and imagine the worst about them.
  • The minute someone says anything , we imagine they do so to hurt us , to malign us, to get us.
  • Holding back communicating something for fear of upsetting a person and the relationship.
  • Not sharing our opinions, or not sharing ourselves, having a guarded demeanor as we fear that we would be ridiculed.
  • Explaining oneself all the time again to save ourselves from being – “ wrong”
  • Not being able to say no.
  • Not being able to cry , grieve or show any form of  “weakness”

What are we saving ourselves from: From feeling?  From experiencing?  From learning?

What if we just were raw in each situation… just naked and vulnerable what then?

From the last few days Im taking chances, allowing my vulnerabilities to be there right in the open and in the process feeling :

I debated a whole day calling my 10th grade class teacher who I haven’t spoken to or met since the last 24 years  . But finally decided to take the plunge!

I began voicing my requirements to my kids instead of  : holding it in hoping they’d “understand”my expectations of them, by reading my mind and then when they eventually were unable to do it by powers of  telepathy , I’d just loose it!

A girlfriend made a comment though I cannot deny there were some preconceived ideas  and a desire to  retaliate at first . I took the courage to face her with compassion, I STARED straight into my defensiveness  and instead prodded her with an open mind ,to truly understand  what she was trying to convey.

My Hubby thanked me on teachers day for being an amazing teacher to my kids and him,with genuine incidences, I was touched and in normal circumstances I would fight back the tears or turn my face away to hide the tears , this time I let them roll…unabashedly

I let another friend see me shouting at my kids and not be a prefect mom, I did not go to make her understand with an explanation, I held on to  the courage to accept the fact that we are not all prefect but do make slip-ups, not trying to put up a facade of a mom who never errs – I too am only human and at this time I too stumbled.

And you know what amazed me was that there wasn’t any unpleasantness or any disasters that I would have saved myself from  ….

My teacher Mrs Berry was so warm and echoed my excitement. And the fear that she wouldn’t remember me – was unfounded! We talked a lot about our families and I was happy that I did call her.

The kids were thrilled i was not shouting ! what’s more my work was getting done.

My friend responded just as warmly and honestly and I became aware that when we have no defenses up but just openness- the story is actually different. We essentially give space for the other person to be naked too. I only then grasped the fact that” she” actually needed some help .

My other friend continued being a friend but I think we are closer and she also is freed to be who she is without any pretenses or a façade

My hubby too shed tears, I had permitted him to be open and naked too!

These outcomes may have been positive there could have been negative ones. But being free , being “ME” with no restraints, no asphyxiation of the real me , With no façades was not just light it was oh so freeing, I could actually feel myself expand. I was swollen with so much of energy and I found myself smiling more often !

May 16, 2013

Shaping our Stalwarts

Posted in Generosity tagged , , , , , , , , , , , at 1:15 pm by Venus Viswambharan


strong and free2 I was waiting for my lil daughter just outside her drama class. As I waited I saw a few little men having a grave discussion. One 4-year old sitting inside his van that drops him home, says  to another boy waiting outside “ How old are you ? “ very proudly the fella states “5 years old” . The boy in the van with his chest swelling points to another little friend and replies “well my mate here is 6 years old , right ? aren’t you elder to him? “. At this the 5-year old who couldn’t bear to be any less  grapples for data from his memory and shoots “ my sister is 10 years old!” and the boy in the van retorts with certain indignation “but my sister is 20 “ . The 5-year old pauses for a second, then retorts ” no she can’t be !” And the discussion goes  on…

What does one infer? They are just 4-6 year olds? Why would they want to be better than the other ? Does making another feel inferior make them mighty? Kids of that age were to be full of unbridled energy , fun and joy… when one hurt and healed quickly ,very resilient … Sound of bubbly  laughter and such images are what flood my eyes when I close them….

It bought back a little memory a few weeks old :

One particular girl was ostracized from a whole set of kids who were playing a zippy game of Kho  Kho because she was calling them names. The other girls very emphatically refused to let her play because she was the archetypal “ bad” kid. In fact they stated clear conditions to me saying if they were to continue playing they very clearly did not want the “bad” kid joining in.

some thought lingering in my mind:

What is Bad and good? Was the girl bad or were her actions bad? Do we handle the “bad” by snubbing or cutting off people? What happened to simple wholesome communication? why are we unable to reach out and tell some one they have hurt us without hurting them or giving it back to them in equal or stronger measure?

Still more memories float in …

A few months back I had watched 2 parents sling words at each other because their kids fought :

Each parent tallying the number of times the other parent’s kid humiliated , hurt or misbehaved with her own kid . Each parent boorishly ,contemptuously and very publicly  faced the other . Eventually they began blaming and garnering the hate they held against each other . Each raked their own dark , fetid recesses of  storage devices – their memory , for all the past blunders and faults the other committed and conclusively cut off relations with each other and barred their kids to continue any semblance of acquaintanceship with each other

Questions I ask myself:

Aren’t we as adults supposed to support, strengthen and build stalwarts? We glorify and applaud the” brave”. But is being brave being overbearing , being a bully, being mighty?

Aren’t we supposed to nurture tenacious adults , With the strength of tolerating each others’ difference, with the patience and courage to look into the eyes of the friend and seek where they are coming from , what is it that their dear friend is carrying, why their friend is behaving way they do?

Aren’t we supposed to instill humility in these kids to be able to hold back the importance of “me” for a few moments so as to enable reaching out to hold up this other friend – who is also an integral part of this “me”?

When did running off , exiling someone or cutting off relations emerge as a solution? Are these the characteristics of a dauntless sturdy individual?

And since when did we see “our kid” as our sole responsibility? We have always endorsed and adulated  “charity” but are unable to hold our child’s friend and give him /her strength to face a situation , to explain . We are incapable of a little benevolence to be able to ourselves reach out, to tolerate and in the process pour these qualities into their little hearts?

When our child is hurting , hurting with them is understandable , but turning that to hate , when did that become a solution? What does that heal?

What is it our children are learning? Don’t they emulate sharply just what we portray?

How can we  contribute towards shaping young, robust Stalwarts?

January 23, 2011

Punch size, regardless…assured metamorphosis!

Posted in Overcoming obstacles tagged , , , , , , , at 9:31 am by Venus Viswambharan

Looking back 7 years, we as a family had a long crisis. We were then thinking it would kill us or at least mentally maim me and my husband. It looked like it would go on for ever! Leave it behind we did, not realizing that we passed through the appalling, self perceived wall,only  after growing robust. It left us with distinct and clear lessons.  Today we have come full circle to the same situation, it is only now, we comprehend- oh how well geared up we are to handle the same. With no complaints, no ill feelings but a stronger much better capacitated self, instead what we sigh out now is just gratitude to the lord for placing that particular challenge into our lives!

What comes to mind is Marriane Williamsons words :

“Sometimes people think calling on God means inviting a force into our lives that will make everything rosy. The truth is, it means inviting everything into our lives that will make us grow–and growth can be messy. The purpose of life is to grow into our perfection “.

“Distinct and clear lessons” I mentioned, which are :

1.      Not only does the worst pass , it leaves you nimble , invigorated and evolved! Were it not for this crisis we would never have come out renewed!

2.      The situations never changed , coming full circle to the same point , what was very discernible was: what changed was our Perceptions of the SITUATION! “No complaints “I had mentioned earlier– Not that we did not have blessings too, back then, we were just blind to  them – we had a myriad of blessings, but what did we focus on? We focused on all the things we did not want, we were paralyzed and bitterly zoned in on our challenges! What we saw, thought and felt about the situation 7 years back and what we do today is different. Today it is better, there is trust, there is confidence,there is humour, and largely there is Appreciation.  Not just between ourselves but towards others too. These were changes WITHIN the both of us, not WITHOUT! 

3.      The world is not a perfect place with perfect people & situations if it were, it would be so monotonous. What is a more vital inference is, we would never know how beautiful , limitless and powerful our intrinsic soul is, until we had a contrast against which we knew this ‘souls’ value . We live in a world of dualities: You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then. Hence both exist and are required so that with one (no matter how low or not so bearable the low may be) can you then only measure the other’s worth (high/good parts of the dualities).

4.      No matter how many times we had heard it , it just never drove home – was something that was absolute and unchanging through every circumstance, the fact that the creator loved us UNCONDITIONALLY! It was blatant! What bewildered us was that no matter what we thought, what we felt, how we behaved , he just loved us. He carefully paved the path for our metamorphosis! Providing just the right people , just the right material & circumstances to fortify each one of us in this family


I have not mentioned the crisis , there were a series of them … my only message being , no matter what the challenge or our self percieved size of the challenge :

  • Your spouse leaving you after many years of marriage,
  • A terrible illness you find out about ,
  • A loss of job ,
  • You living alone and struggling without family,
  • Your kid doing something inconceivable after you having invested so much of your sweat and blood in him,
  • People being mean or manipulative or even maligning you,
  • Living with a big family and suffering through home politics inspite of all your patient efforts with all.
  • Suffering through office politics albeit you work earnestly.


Through it all there is someone much larger than you and me , holding you, through it all , loving you , empowering you ! Open your eyes see him in the people and situations around you , see him operating silently, carving a luminous radiant “YOU”  .


December 6, 2010

Operation “Clean the fan”

Posted in Empowering tagged , , , , , , at 8:03 pm by Venus Viswambharan

I was mentally chewing  gum named: “ How would I go about it ‘? Was it as simple as “Im going to clean the fan” ?

This dirty Fan that I had grown familiar to ,and in time immune to ,which only seemed to accumulate dust was not stirring any trouble inside my head , only because I had knit up enough excuses mentally for me to feel “its ok”. Some of them being: Its too high up there , I cannot reach it , no ladder high enough, the cleaning is going to mess our beds, Its cumbersome, I have other more pressing issues, I don’t have the time…. Etc.  It hung just above our beds, I saw it every time I awoke and every time I went to sleep but not once did it worry me. Well, now I was working up a strategy on the shortest, immaculate way to get it done. Why? because my friend told me last night in all honesty how dirty it looked. It finally hit home. Some well intentioned person pointed the proverbial “finger” at the dirty fan!

So my maid and I worked out a strategy : We covered the beds with newspapers. She then climbed a huge stool and wiped each blade carefully with antiseptic solution and with each turn of her hand there was this comforting feeling (…dare I say relief ? )and each time lumps of black grime came off, revealing the clean ,shinning, original fan beneath . Each time she did that there was a cheering inside and an amazing excitement advancing to the final vision of my beautiful , pristine fan!

At the end of it , what kept dawning on me-  was the fact that is exactly what we do with  our minds…

We have cobwebs accumulating: “She is so irritating”. “He  doesn’t seem to respect my opinions” . ‘I know why she didn’t return my call. ” “ He is so selfish”. “ I can’t trust her”. “I know what he thinks of me”… they come with no restraint, quite naturally (just like the dust)… gathering but not contributing to any worry identical to the dirt on the fan. The excuses too would be  similar “I can see he is plainly this way, hence I speak of him so”. “What will they think of me?”  “ I  need to complain” etc…

If someone did point a finger- oh how we hate it. But the minute we make up our minds to “clean each blade”…(metaphorically) wipe each thought clean, and make sure we contribute to thinking wholesome ones – those that build up, that are loving, patient , positive thoughts about others and everything around us ; The minute we use the Antiseptic of faith to clean the negativity and fear, we see goodness ! We see things we could be grateful about in others and in ourselves , things that are now hidden by the grime filtered vision. We see the original me (which is inherent) cleaving through the soot and being revealed . Oh and the unbounded excitement on the achievement  of the same is akin to that one feels in the fan scenario.

Imagine, it is as simple as cleaning the fan !

We are INNATELY BEAUTIFUL, Just a little cleaning is what we need to do regularly….

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