Namaste!

Namaste!

When was the last time we said Namaste to anyone?

Let me guess…
When we were 7 or 8, and we met uncles and aunties, we bowed our heads a bit down, folded both our hands and said, “Namaste Uncle”, “Namaste Aunty”. Actually, even some time back, when we met the same uncle or aunty, it just came out, “Namaste Uncle”, “Namaste Aunty”, without much of the gesture though.. with a slight nod. Also, when we met a friend’s mom or grandmom, and we thought they were as old fashioned as our parents.. we said “Namaste”.
To our friends? Noooo… never.. Why?
In office? What! Why would anyone say Namaste in office?
Oh wait! The last time we had a foreigner on call, and he said “Namaste” in the end because he was speaking to Indians and he assumed it’s an everyday thing for us.. we replied with a smile and said “Namaste” in an accent that he would understand.

So, what is Namaste all about? Is it just another way of saying hello? If we translate Hello to Hindi, does it mean “Namaste”?

Here are a few things we would like to share that you might find interesting and intriguing –

The literal meaning of Namaste, when translated in English, is ‘I bow to you’.
There is a deep sense of respect hidden behind the three words. The Namaste gesture explains its significance. In order to perform Namaste, one places her/his hands together at the heart chakra, closes the eyes and bows the head.
The hands are placed together at the heart chakra to surge the flow of Divine love. Bowing the head and closing the eyes helps the mind surrender to the Divine in the heart.

Literal translation to another language often causes loss of crucial subtleties. Spiritually, Namaste is a way of respecting self as well as others and means “the divine in me recognises the divine in you.”

In Yoga, Namaste is a gesture to exude peace and positivity into the universe with the hope of receiving the positive energy back. With Yoga gaining popularity across the world, Namaste has also been adopted across many cultures.

The idea behind delving into and sharing the latent significance of greetings in our culture, we feel, is to acknowledge the appreciation of lives in our beliefs.

If we adopt this belief in our organization culture, wouldn’t it take care of Diversity and Inclusion?

If we live with this belief everyday, wouldn’t there be more kindness, openness and compassion in our relationships?

Wouldn’t it also reduce a lot of stress that the rat race adds to our lives? With divinity present in all of us, we are equally great and graceful. There is no ‘I’ vs ‘You’. Instead, there is reverence, unity and humility.

Think about it. Our culture has given us something very powerful and before we lose it, let’s know and appreciate its value.

How often do you use the Namaste emoji on WhatsApp?

Namaste! 🙏😊

Beauty and the beast

Can a beast be with a beauty? 👹 ⚡ 👱🏻‍♀️ 
Can a hammer stay with a flower? 🔨 ⚡ 🌷 
Can roughness survive with tenderness without destroying it?

Ice 🧊 breaks its bonds to melt and become water 🌊 when exposed to the warmth of light☀️. The rigidity it possesses is subject to change. It is water… frozen by atmosphere. It can, too, flow freely, quench thirst and liquefy itself. Is it scared of the transformation?💭 Maybe. Undoubtedly, there is risk of losing parts of itself and falling apart, if not held tight. “Would it lose itself” is a fear that makes it hold itself solid🧊. Water, on the other hand, is flexible, free flowing and “more” liquid. It does not possess good counters for hard blows and punches, it lets them pass through; does not attack the attacker but tears itself apart🌊.

Is water jealous of ice for its endurance?
Is ice jealous of water for its freedom?
Ice and water are two forms of existence of the same material; interchangeable yet different properties.

What if they are put together in a closed box? It is no less than amazement to see them not fighting but trying to unite🤝. They tend to lose themselves to become the other. There comes a point of equilibrium where there isn’t a need for them to lose themselves anymore to relieve the other of its discomfort with the coexistence. They start coexisting⚗️. What if we heat the box🔥? The discomfort rises again inside both. A lot is happening inside💔. The tendency to lose themselves pushes them in one direction; survival instincts and identity greed in the other. After all confusions and haphazard ups and downs, what happens in the end😞?

Equilibrium. ⚗️ 
Peaceful coexistence. 🤝

How? 😯😯

However.

Woman Shrugging on WhatsApp

Why? 🤔

Because they want it. 🙂

Isn’t love also a verb?!!! 🙂

Woman and Man Holding Hands on Facebook 4.0

The 3 sisters

Diya, Riya and Tiya were playing. Their mom was busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the family.

Suddenly, she heard someone crying. It was Tiya, the youngest one.
Mom screamed, “Riya, don’t bully your little sister.
Mom, but I didn’t do anything. You always scold me for no reason.” Riya replied annoyingly.

Mom entered their room and observed how upset they all were.
Fight as much as you want to. There will come a time when you will look back and miss these days badly.

Mom please! Not these dialogues again. It gets too melodramatic. I think you should stop watching those daily soaps.” Diya, the eldest one, said sternly.

Present Day:

Riya is spraying perfume on Tiya.
Tiya says authoritatively, “Not on my face.. it may damage my skin.
They all start laughing.

Tiya is getting married. Riya has come to India after 2 years to attend her wedding. Diya is just too happy for these 5 days when they are all getting to meet again. Though, there’s not much time to sit and talk. Their kids are too young and demand attention. Tiya is busy with customs and parlour appointments.

All they need is a little more time for their silly fights.

The 2 Worlds

Knock knock.
Shanti opened the door.

“Aunty”, the neighbour said. “Please have dinner at our place tomorrow. We have Ganesh pooja, and we need your blessings.”

Shanti has earned a lot of respect because of her simple nature, calm demeanour and warm conduct. Both her sons are married now. One is settled in Bangalore, and the other in Chandigarh. Shanti keeps shuttling between the 2 residences depending on who needs her more.

Shanti is in Chandigarh these days. Her husband, Randheer, is also in Chandigarh with the family. Randheer has not been keeping well for last few months, owing to his age and lifestyle. Shanti is still quite active; she is 12 years younger to Randheer. When they got married, she was 18. Since then, she has been taking care of Randheer, his family and kids. Last few days of Shanti have solely been dedicated to Randheer, making arrangements for his strict dietary requirements as well as his food cravings within the dietary restrictions and accompanying him for walks, hospital visits, etc.

Since morning, Randheer has been rather silent. He had his breakfast and wanted to rest a bit. Shanti, meanwhile, was busy with other work. She goes in to check if he needs something. “Would you like to have some milk or sprouts?”, she asks. He doesn’t respond. She goes closer and tries to move him. “Noooooooooooo”, she screams. His son comes running to the room. She starts crying and hugs her son. “He has left us alone.”, she shrieks.

Five days later, after all the rituals are done and the visitors have gone, she moves in her room. She is lying on the bed; her eyes are hurting as she has been crying all day for last 5 days. There is no one in the room. She sleeps for 2 hours, and feels quite fresh when she wakes up.

Somehow, she can’t stop smiling. A part of her wants to madly indulge in the dance of liberation. She is free, from the shackles of slavery and insult. No one is going to abuse her anymore. Her relationship with Randheer was never of companionship. There was no love. She was nothing more than a caretaker and a punching bag for him. He is gone now.

For the world, she is a devastated widow. There is a world inside her where she always dreamt of being free, of living her own life and of not serving someone endlessly; where she wanted to be treated as a human and not as a doormat. In her real and authentic world, she is finally free to live her own life.