It is no child’s play

Childhood is a beautiful phase…when you are the child. As a parent, you realize that Childhood is not just one phase. There are several phases in childhood. Every phase is marked clearly, with boundary lines, like the proverbial clouds. And no, they aren’t always silver. I can tell you from experience that until it lasts, you cannot be a judge of which phase of childhood was the best…. or the worst. I am warned that bigger challenges await me as my child grows older, wiser …and more arrogant.

The phase between helplessly waiting to be carried around as a new born, to toddling about in the confines of the house with a vocabulary of regurgitated sounds that are heard as words only by parents, is delightful, if you discount the number of diaper changes and night feeds. Every milestone met is celebrated and makes headlines.


The next phase  when the toddler actually begins to mime body language of the adults at home and begins to build a decent vocabulary from which the why questions begin to form is adorable. As a parent you wait to amaze the child with your limited knowledge of various subjects. If the child is toilet trained by now, it is like an unexpected bonus at work.

Then dreaded school phase begins. I use dread in context of the child. It takes time for the child to outgrow the weepy I don’t want to go and why me mornings. By the 12th year, the weepy why me mornings become the prerogative of the parents. The home assignments begin innocently as worksheets of standing lines and sleeping lines to fill up to working out compound interest in just 12 years. By now, school becomes a dreadful thought …to parents.

Mind you, it is not the academics alone that makes this phase of childhood- the one that I am living-  the worst so far.


It is the – who is she hanging around withFrom where did she learn that? What does she want next? I hope she didn’t see that! oh- she- knows- brands! When is all this going to end?!  that really nails you.

You evolve from this smart, knowledgeable, lovable person to this ginormous, ignorant old witch at home- in a short span of 10 years.

I hope to update this blog post, if I live to tell the tale.



If it were not for my mother, I would never even have noticed the advertisement. I knew that she followed his programs when they relayed it on TV. When I heard that the Sadhguru was visiting Singapore in September, the decision was simple. I booked two tickets for the talk on inner re-engineering for mom and me.

Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev

It must be one of the best decisions that I have taken this year.

The evening was pleasant in every possible way. The Sadhguru was at his perkiest best. He had us all nodding and agreeing to every ‘ Yes or No?’ and ‘ Isn’t it?’ question of his. He did not preach; instead he pointed out to the simple truths in life. He did not claim any prophesy that told of things to come; instead he called attention to our limitations.

It was impossible not to be amazed at the depth of knowledge the Sadhguru possessed. He spoke of Charles Darwin, the theory of creation, spirituality, issues of the World, Yoga, with the same ease and panache with which he recalled stories from childhood memory. His mesmerizing voice, intuitive sense of humour, his simple choice of words, his unbridled enthusiasm for story telling to illustrate the facts of life, made it all so entertaining.

I imagined the evening to be a serious sermon on how to live life like a yogi or a mystic. Instead I came back with a fundamental lesson learnt that if you do not live life joyfully, ecstatically, you have not lived at all. I will leave you with some gems I heard the Sadhguru speak, to share with you a part of the evening that you missed being in, live.

On how we all have the divine power within us: What you gather could be yours but it can never be who you are.

On why he was never able to hear what the teachers said in school: When you pay absolute attention to someone, you neither hear them or see them.

As a child I thought report cards were a transaction between my teacher and my parents. It never bothered me.

On the current raging discussions in the West: We have Gods that creep, crawl, fly, climb and in both genders. We are never confused about the gender of God like in the West.

On how the theory of evolution was understood even centuries ago: The avatars in Hindu mythology proves that we believed in the theory of evolution even before Charles Darwin proposed it.

On how we stereotype people who wear simple clothes and eat simple food as mystics: Spirituality is not a disability. It is empowerment.

When we die we become top soil ; unless you are buried really deep by your friends who don’t want you to rise from the dead.

On evolution of mankind: Part of our brain is still reptilian. That explains why we snap at some people.

On how we blame our busy schedules for the lack of time to be spiritual: Don’t carry attention deficiency like a qualification.

On perceptions: You cannot argue with an owl if the Sun makes the world bright or dark.

On how we do not consider life as primary value: Never take breathing for granted. Be aware of it. Is everyone breathing?

On our needs and wants that are infinite and limitless: People want to go to a better place when they die, because they make a mess of their lives here.

On how all of us want to work or live with joyful people: It is easier to create pleasantness within you rather than around you. It is a challenge when other people are involved

Being human is super. You don’t have to be super human.

On how we give ourselves prominent statuses: If worms vanish entirely, life as we know it will disappear in 20 years. If all humans die tomorrow, we will make excellent manure.

On how we all fear death: If you do not live ecstatically, you have to at least die peacefully

Like it or not, you inhale the air that others exhale, whatever their caste, religion or creed.

I would love to spread the word of the Isha Kriya  that promises to transform anyone spiritually. Check a video clipping of his talk here