How should I love?

Beauty of Orchid Beach, Frazer Island, Australia
White sands, high surf, airstrip, highway, great white sharks - all in one spot...

Their love was strong. Funny thing, they did not realize it until one of them moved on. He was left standing behind heart-broken and unable to overcome his grief. He was not ready. They were together for 40 years. They nurtured their love through many storms, hanging in there through it all. She left suddenly, zap! That's how life happens! What is there to live for, he asks?

She caught him stealing a glance at her when he thought no one will see, but their eyes met. Two hearts fluttered in unison for one moment and then the memory remained for a lifetime. Life for each on separate tracks. The possibilities are too difficult to comprehend, there will be hurt and lots of it. Too much risk, not sure it will be worth the reward. Let the unknown remain so.

They had lived together for 40 years, with children, jewelry, homes, cars, and all the shiny possessions. They were neighbor's envy, they faked it well. No, they did not know they were faking it! They were living an agreement that comfortably suited both. In their bond of convenience was strong enough to last a lifetime. Their love was stable, the rock.

She met him at a friend's place, he fell in love. Fairy-tale courtship and romance followed, complete with the evil queen trying to break them apart. They survived the hurdles and managed to live happily ever-after, or did they?

Is love measured by passion? Or, is it measured by stability? Is it measured by pain? Or, is it measured by consistency? How should I love?

Love and Fantasy, they say, go hand in hand....
I agree....

Improv and Me

For the last four months I have been taking Improv classes at the San Diego National Comedy Theater. I steadily moved on from Level I to Level II, and now I am going to graduate Level III. Our graduation show is on Wednesday, September 26th, where we will be performing in front of a live audience. Along the way, I have had some great teachers: Jamie (Level I) and Mike (Level II and III). I owe them a lot!

What is improv? We do it all the time in our daily lives. At any given moment when we are interacting with other people, we do not know what the other person is going to say next, but we almost always have an answer for them. That is improvisation! The difference is that in real life, you are yourself all the time, but when you are on that improv stage you have to be a character that you fabricate in a split second on stage or go with the character your colleague on the stage has assigned to you. That is the hard part. You have to leave all notions of "self' outside and get up on the stage as a naked no-name person. On stage you put on the shell of the character and act as him/her. It is quite challenging and for almost all of Level I, we had the trouble to leave our ego behind. In Level II, the challenge was letting go of the competitive spirit. You are not trying to out-smart the other person on the stage or show-off your comedy skills. All you do is "Yes-And" your partner on stage. You accept whatever the your partner says, not deny it, and then build on it. You are not trying to deliver clever lines, you are just trying to act your part the best way you can. And as you make a fool of yourself, the audience enjoys. In Level III, with more practice, it all sinks in. You realize that you are up on the stage only to make the audience happy, no matter what you do, if there is a laugh or any reaction from the audience, you have earned your time on stage. I have thoroughly enjoyed my improv experience. I wish I could do this more. I don't think I have it in me to take this on as a career, I just want to practice more. Let's see, I will have to find opportunities to do that.

Why did I chose improv? Many reasons. Lets start with the the story on how I discovered improv. I have to confess, when they used to show "Whose Line is it Anyway" on TV, I did not like it much. I did not get the point of the show and wondered why someone would create a "show where every thing's made up and the points don't matter". But I watched it since hubby liked it. This was when we lived in North Carolina and somehow had the time to watch TV! Fast forward to March 2012, I happened to hear Alan Alda being interviewed on NPR and talking about the Center for Communicating Science where they are trying to teach engineers and scientists to talk and connect with people. I got intrigued. Hey, I am an engineer! I could use some communication skills! I researched that program and since it was on the other coast, obviously I could not attend any of those courses. But I did find out that they use improvisation techniques to 'loosen up' engineers and scientists. That stuck with me and then after a few emails back and forth with the Center, I convinced myself that I will have to learn improvisation myself. Fortunately for me, there was a fantastic opportunity to learn the craft here in San Diego!

There are other reasons for picking improv too. Some are very personal. My mother passed away this year suddenly with cancer of unknown primary. I spent three months in India trying to help her and failed. When I returned back to the US in March, I was grieving, I felt lost, I was in a terrible shape emotionally and was finding it very hard to reconnect with the world. I desperately needed a distraction, something to take my mind off for couple hours a week, something to engage myself and forget the deep hole in my heart. Improv helped a lot. I made new friends, my colleagues were from professions very different from mine. Their life experiences and attitudes were very different too. It was very nice to find these people. Growing up I led a very focused life, we lived and hung out with folks of the same kind - engineers. My dad envisioned that I will grow up and become one and my family made sure that I was not distracted with any other career options. It was all study, no hobbies, no play, no fun. Even at school I was somewhat a pariah, no friends. There was not much fun in my life back then and I really did not learn how to have fun, how to let go and relax, how to just live in the moment and savor the happiness. This training of 'not to enjoy' stuck with me through adulthood. About the time I turned 30, I realized that I can do other things. But I found myself tied up with responsibilities, job, etc. and spent the next four years lamenting on lost chances - if only I had learned to draw and paint, if only I had spent time singing, if only I had learned to play an instrument, if only I could learn to write, if only I had gone to chef school, if only ..... About 2010, a door opened inside me and the person said - Stupid! It's no use thinking 'if only', just do it! If you want to learn singing, do it. If you want to cook, do it. If you want to learn acting, do it. Since then, I am looking for ways to advance my skills. I have been focusing all my free time on learning a new skill, does not matter what it is, it just has to be something that I find interesting. The best part is that I get the opportunity to meet new people, learn their stories, connect with them at a different level. This is very liberating. I am slowly training my right brain to wake up and become active. It has been a fabulous experience for me. I feel so alive. The world seems full of possibilities everyday. I feel as if I have a crush on life!

So, I welcome you to come watch me make a fool of myself and enjoy it! For more details click here.

White Cotton Sarees with Red Border

".... who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferosity,
and all the virtues of Man without his Vices."

Lord Byron wrote these lines for his beloved dog, Boatswain. It very eloquently describes the vices we humans possess and find very hard to shed in our lifetime. For me it is a constant journey and I find myself going adrift often, then my little boys, Freo and Ozzie, manage to put me back on track.

Yesterday I was reminded of this poem during a conversation. A lady was telling me how every festival season she donates cotton sarees (white with red border) to orphans. The orphans do not ask for it, but she does that on her own volition. The sarees are cheap, about a dollar and half per saree. I wore them for a fortnight during the mourning period for my mother earlier this year. I found them quite comfortable and soft after the first wash, especially for the Indian summer. But they are definitely not akin to the fashionable sarees that we wear during the festival seasons. I think many affluent people donate like this during the festival seasons or during a disaster, it is usually prescribed by the religion they follow and it also makes them feel good. And in theory, it seems to be a great thing to do. Give your money to the poor and the needy. Big countries do it, they give aid to the 'less fortunate' countries.

So what is the problem? The issue is not with the gift, but with the sensitivity of the giver and the assumptions behind the gift. Ask Anshu Gupta who runs Goonj. On a cold January night Anshu went outside AIIMS, and dropped a lot of used clothes for the people camped outside. Coming from other states to this government run hospital for affordable treatment, these people were not equipped for the Delhi winter and they did not have spare money either to buy woolens. Anshu noticed an elderly lady rummaging through the clothes. She put aside many good pieces. So, Anshu asked her what she was actually looking for? She said that she wanted a black shawl. It was midnight and it was freezing, why the fixation on black? She replied that she had a red saree and the black colored shawl will match well.* That day Anshu realized that even the poorest of the poor have dreams. They have preferences too. They have needs, but their needs do not match the giver's donation all the time. There is a gap, and sometimes this gap is so large that it voids the goodness in the act of giving. Unfortunately this pattern is repeated all the time with donations during disasters or festivals. It happens on the people scale and on the the scale of countries. And it is a reflection of the inherent vices in the human condition that does not always allow us to shed our vanity, insolence, and ferocity and act with beauty, strength, and courage.

All is not lost. People like Anshu exist. We just have to hope that more Anshus are born everyday. Social entrepreneurs are working round the clock around the world and there seems to be the start of a change. Seven decades of 'aid' to Africa did not do much good. Now we see organizations like Water For People working on a empowering the poor at a whole different level. May be not in my lifetime, but I hope that soon thereafter this force of will shine through and it will be a different happier world.

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* This story is from Rashmi Bansal's book "I have a Dream" where she chronicled 20 inspiring stories of social entrepreneurs.