Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Magic Mirror, on the wall

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As J walked in to the fitness center, stood in-front of the life size mirror, started grooming his hair and said ‘machi*, I will join you from Monday. My tummy seems to be growing evidently’. I must tell you, J is one of the physically fit and sportive guys around. *Tamil word meaning brother in law. Slang for friend, colleague, etc.

I am sure you would agree when I say all human beings love themselves more than anyone or anything else. I wouldn’t deny or get into an argument, rather agree that there are countless selfless people around.

However, most of us wouldn’t resist or miss any chance of peeping into the mirror and feel happy about how we look. Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard rightly quoted Don’t forget to love yourself.

A few people spend long hours grooming. And few, only a glimpse. Let me not bring up the topic of beautiful ladies’ penchant towards the mirror.

Photo credit: Sushanth Kondi

Be it a mirror hung on the wall or a glass pane on a building or a shiny reflective surface or a steel plate while waiting for food or a tinted window of a car, everything turns out to be our mirror for a glance.

Many Indian Bollywood/ Tollywood/ Sandalwood etc. movies have a scene where the protagonist will try to groom his hair looking at the tinted window pane of a car while the leading lady or a villain brings it down.

Waiting for the 48 second signal to turn green, I noticed a jovial couple on a motorcycle ahead. Fresh in their looks, talking casually, the boy turned towards his right and started to check out himself at the car standing next to them. The girl seated behind, teasingly said, oye hero, mast lag rahe ho (you are looking good). She then held his chin and turned his face forward.

I really appreciated the gentleness of the person in the car. Noticing the happy couple, slightly moved his car behind a couple of feet to align the mirror, I mean the window, in line with the hero (bike rider). Noticing this gentle gesture, he returned the favor with a smile. Gentle!

This is a series of gentle gestures I observe. Read my earlier posts in this series here: Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four. It would be a pleasure if you could read all my posts. Thank you!

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Hey, Baby!

It's been quite a long time since I wrote my last post and on a comeback note, I wouldn't want to write a movie review, if you were assuming this to be one after reading the title.  

You could blame it to the rusty feel to my writing skills due to prolonged absence from the blogging world or the subject I am about to write here for the lame title. 

Happiness had no bounds for us, the happily married couple, and the families on both sides. With abundant hopes and excited feelings, we were expecting our first child into this world. It was only a few weeks ago that we both saw the wonderful images of the baby in the fetal monitor. Doctor was so happy in showing us the face, the limbs and other parts of the baby and explaining how healthy it was.

Photo credit: Google images
And last week, it was one of those regular visits to the doctor, this time on the beginning of her third and final trimester of her pregnancy. My wife was with the doctor and as usual, I was waiting in the dorm. A chill went down my spine as I was beckoned inside the scanning room, very unusual from the regular visits. I sensed something wrong. 

Much to my distress, the shocked doctor pointed out my attention towards the fetal monitor and went on to explicate the fetal demise of our baby in the womb. My wife grasped my hand tight, tears rolled out. The silence was so deafening at that very moment. It appeared like the world had come to an end, rudely.

I wouldn’t want to elaborate this post further and I think I can’t, even if I wished to. On this Mother’s day, I dedicate this post to my dear wife who has been through the toughest of the times and enduring the hardest of the pains.

Happy mother’s day to all the mothers in the world!

13th May 2015: Update: removed one image on a dear friend's request.