I understand now..

I understand Judgement better now!

This happened during a 10-day Vipassana meditation course that I attended. Before telling you the story, let me give you some context about Vipassana, it will help the story. It’s a residential meditation course offered by S.N.Goenka (visit https://www.dhamma.org/). They have multiple meditation courses for 10, 20 and 30 days, all free of cost (donation based). Owing to Buddhism principles, there are some strict guidelines to be followed for those 10 days. 

  1. Meditators should observe ‘noble silence’ – should not speak to anyone for 10 days, only exception being queries to the teacher. Any eye contact should be avoided. 
  2. Meditators can have an alarm clock, water bottle, toiletries and clothes. No gadgets, jewellery, books or anything else.
  3. No contact with outside world for 10 days. No phone calls were allowed unless emergency.
  4. Food only twice a day except for elders and pregnant women. 
  5. Wake up bells (yes bells!) at 4AM, sleep by 9.30PM.
  6. No contact between men & women during the course. Both courses are separated.

So in summary, get up early, meditate all the time till you sleep. It’s tough. 

There were many registrations – maybe due to year-end holidays – so a third lady was added into our room originally designed for two people. So two of us had a cot with mattress to sleep on, she (third lady) had only mattress and was sleeping on the floor. 

We did not talk to each other for 10 days. Our schedule was almost mechanical. We all had our own alarm clock. Lady on other cot used to get up and get ready first (let’s call her Firsty), followed by me and then the third lady (let’s call her Lasty). So Firsty used to be present early for all meditation sessions, I used to reach on time and Lasty used to skip morning bath and barely manage to reach on time.

Meditation sessions used to go on from 4.30AM till 7PM, followed by a discourse for 1.5 hrs. We had 4-5 breaks in between and one hour of lunch break I guess. We all used to finish lunch within 30 minutes and then just sit somewhere (alone) to pass time. Lasty used to sleep for some time in the room in this break. In fact, whenever I went to the room during breaks (sometimes during self-meditation time), I mostly saw her sleeping. 

We start forming opinion about someone right from the instant we see them and it gets refined as the time passes by. Ideally, I had no contact with these two ladies  & meditation was overwhelming in itself, so I had no reason to form any opinion about them.  But… Has anyone been able to stop the mind from doing what it wants? 

I was surely not. 

So my perception of Firsty was that of an ideal person – sincere, devoted, calm and other good things. Though I used to get irritated by 3.30AM alarm, I considered that as a sign of timeliness. My perception of Lasty was not that great – lazy, uninterested, barely managing the course. I sometimes wondered if her reason for this course was to take some rest. 

10 days passed by and the course ended. After completion of the course, teacher told us that we should feel good about completing the course, not all have completed it. We got to know about some quarrels, some people leaving the course on 4th-5th day and some people not being able to follow ‘no talking’ guidelines. 

Then, we were allowed to talk with each other. That’s when I got to know both my roommates.

Firsty was apparently a newly married housewife, who wanted to take control of her anger and subsequent state of mind – that was her reason for the course. 

Lasty was a police officer. She had sent her son to children’s Vipassana course earlier and saw difference in him, so she had taken leave and joined the course herself. 

So I was partially (or maybe totally, I don’t know) correct about firsty. She was resolute, in fact all of us were, who made through 10 days and felt a difference. 

But it also made me realise how incorrect I was about Lasty. Lasty being a police officer, I could imagine how her day would be hectic and unpredictable. So her habit of taking rest whenever possible made so much more sense. She had sent her son and then came for the course herself – which showed her interest and dedication both. It’s difficult for a mother + working woman to take out 10 days in no contact scenario.

I am still in touch with lasty, she is following daily 1 hour meditation even after 6+ years. I have not been able to follow it. She inspires me to start again!

Those 10 days taught me a lot about myself, one of it being not to make judgements about people unnecessarily and surely not to act on those prejudices. Because, you never know, what you will discover about them in due course of time. 

I surely understand judgement better now!

I understand now..

I understand motherhood better now…

One day, our neighbours visited us to meet our one-month-old baby. Casual conversations led to the challenges with infants. They have a teenage daughter. Reminiscing her childhood, they were explaining how they dealt with those early parenthood challenges.

It’s interesting how all parents have faced similar challenges, dealt with them differently and yet were able to come out of those situations successfully. It amuses me to think that so many babies are born everyday, there are only handful of issues that people face with infants and yet there is no foolproof solution. These problems include baby not sleeping, jaundice after birth, latching issue, feeding difficulties etc.  On the brighter side, these experiences help people connect with each other on a different level.

Amid our conversation my neighbour said, “She (their daughter) is a grown up now. She can even travel on her own.” 

Reflecting on my childhood I replied, “That should be okay, right? I was staying in hostel at her age.”

She responded, “Yeah, I know. She will also go to hostel in a few years.” 

She had accepted it as a fact but I could feel the sadness in her voice. 

First and foremost I regretted my response. So much is taught about good listening etiquette. I am aware that we should avoid comparing anyone’s experience. It doesn’t help the conversation, just ends up making other person uncomfortable. Yet I did it… A lesson to remember.

Also, I realised that I was still thinking as a daughter, not as a mother. I remember when I was in hostel, I used to go home almost every weekend. Even then, if my mother was in town for some office work, she used to visit me in hostel. She would bring me food, fold my clothes, tidy my bed etc. I remember thinking why she has to come to hostel when I would come home on weekend anyway. 

Maybe that day I saw what my mother might have felt and realised why she used to come all the way to meet me. Now she is no more, so I can’t even tell her that I understand her now. 

Guess I can just say that I am starting to understand motherhood now.

With my one month old baby
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I understand teamwork better now

We all understand that childbirth is difficult. Childbirth through normal delivery (NVD) makes the experience even more difficult, with intense labor pain & contractions.

I had a normal delivery. 17 hours of wait in the hospital after my water broke, 2-3 hours of labor pain and I was ready to give birth. I was in great pain, screaming loudly, trying to push the baby out. My gynae was telling me, “Baby’s head is visible. You just have to push a little more and baby will be out in the world”. I was so exhausted that I remember asking the gynae “Can’t you take the baby out? I can’t push anymore.” She just smiled; she was confident that I can.

The labor room was full with women assisting the gynae and me during delivery. There was an anaesthetist amongst them. Just after the conversation above, she told me not to scream or make any sound and push with all my strength during contractions. That advice helped. I was able to push the baby out quickly. 

Later that day, a nurse asked if I received enough help and about overall feedback of delivery process. I told her that my feedback was good and mentioned that the anaesthetist was really nice, her advice helped a lot. The nurse said “Everyone here is good only madam”. I tried explaining why I felt anaesthetist was good, justifying myself.

Later it got me thinking. There were 10-12 women in labor room helping me deliver the baby. Two nurses holding my legs to help me push, gynae making required cut and guiding the baby, duty doctor duly cleaning up and making stitches, three nurses cleaning the baby once out and all of them encouraging me to push the baby out. The chorus of “Push, push, push…” by all those women was filling up the room. It still lingers in my ears whenever I think about the delivery and I remember the confidence it gave me to be able to push through. How could I be grateful to only one lady? 

I recall a story from Ramayana – one associated with building Ram Setu – A bridge supposedly built by Lord Rama between India and Sri Lanka. Rama’s whole monkey army was building the bridge by carrying big rocks in the sea. Meanwhile, there was a squirrel running to & fro across the bridge. She used to carry sand in her fur and put it in crevices between the rocks. Everyone laughed at her seeing her work. Lord Rama recognised her contribution. However small, he said, its making the bridge stronger by closing the gaps; her will and dedication matters. He thanked her by running three fingers on her back. The legend says, thats the day Indian squirrel got three stripes on her back.

Legend aside, story of squirrel strikes me for two reasons. One is obvious – There are always multiple contributions in any project – small and big. Everyone should be recognised for their contribution. I also think that we remember squirrel because there is a story associated with it, which highlights squirrel’s contribution. Surely there would be many others who contributed but we don’t remember them.

I remembered the anaesthetist because her advice helped when I needed it. Also, it was not expected from her – she was anaesthetist – but she did what she thought would help, that made a mark on me. Others may not have given such advice but they were all helpful too. While I appreciate her, I should be grateful to all of them.

When working in a team, everyone may not be visible or be remembered but everyone contributes within their capacity. Dedication matters. Such contributions, though invisible, should be recognised. It’s also evident that if someone goes out of their way to help/make contribution, they will be remembered.

I understand teamwork better now!

I understand now..

I understand cognitive overload now

We are planning to travel to my hometown with 2.5 months old baby. It will involve air travel where my husband and I have to manage the baby, 1 month worth of luggage. You might think one month of luggage for minimalists like us won’t be much and I agree. The problem is that our baby is not a minimalist, rather I would call her a maximalist. She needs bunch of clothes everyday and her mother being a Sustainbility enthusiast has increased her clothes. Where some people may manage by 4-5 diapers and can buy those anywhere, this baby needs 20-30 langots which are to be carried along. She needs a bather, feeding pillow, changing mat, toys etc. Again, mumma needs all of this for the baby to make her life on her terms. So it’s not exactly baby’s fault that she is a maximalist. 

Anyway, the luggage is quite significant with all of this and baby’s Baba is worried that we might not be able to manage both the baby and luggage during air travel. Mumma thinks that it won’t be a big concern and they have to come to consensus. Baba’s point is that the cognitive overload with the baby may make things difficult. We have to look after the baby the whole time which is a priority, babies are unpredictable. Then there’s check-in luggage and cabin baggage will also be higher with laptop & baby’s essentials (which are many). Amidst of all this if someone asks for ticket, ID card or something else, our hands and brain may not be free and it might make things tough. To all of this, I was my usual self thinking he is worrying too much and we will be able to manage. How? Somehow…

Last week we went out for breakfast. Our favourite coffee shop is just in front of breakfast place, so we decided to have coffee as well. My husband suggested that I sit inside car with the baby and he would bring coffee to the car, but I was sure that I can manage with the baby. So we crossed the road and went towards coffee shop. Then, there was an ‘easy to miss’ step near coffee shop and my downward visibility was limited as I was holding the baby. So my husband turned around to check whether I am able to see the step and he tried giving me a hand. In all of this, his foot dashed a sleeping dog which got up suddenly and bit his knee as a reflex. Fortunately, dog was old so the wound was shallow but it warranted doctor checkup as a preventive measure. He had to rush to the hospital to get it checked by doctor. Doctor prescribed four Rabies injections dose to be safe. 

In the evening, he said, “that’s what I mean by cognitive overload and risk associated with it”.

I understand it now…

Rather I should say I understand ‘him’ now!

Travelled finally!