Are u a human being?

There are two parts to us - human and being. These correspond to the form and formless or evanescent and permanent in us. Being (verb) is our very essence - consciousness itself. Is my consciousness different from yours? At this level, we are all essentially one. Have u ever been at a task so vigorously and then after its completion taken that moment of rest? For a little while, our thoughts almost shut down and we r very present - in the moment. And it feels so good. Why? Because all our love n happiness and goodness flows from 'being' and we r closest to feeling it purely in the NOW, with our thoughts fading away.

Human is the ever-changing body-mind complex. Our particular combination of body n thoughts and feelings (which are reflection of thoughts on our body) provide a unique albeit limited experience in consciousness and is therefore invaluable. But in itself, human is a surface self of disparities made coherent only by 'being.' Ignoring being gives a superficial existence full of strife n suffering. Ignoring human results in a blissed out impractical state. Only when we become aware of both are we a human being.

Being right does not guarantee a good life

At a time when abuse victims are labeled antisocial for looking sad, when asking civic authorities to restrain rabid dogs that are eating babies is construed as animal rights violation, when Dalits protesting against discrimination are denounced as casteist n antinational, it becomes clear that being right neither guarantees justice nor peace of mind.

Complain twice about some transgression and you are sure to be blamed as suffering from a 'victim mentality.' We can cry ourselves hoarse with hurt but we can expect nothing more than being prescribed an antidepressant. So what to do, in these times, when victims are punished twice, first with the crime and then taunted for being too sensitive, impractical, and not moving on?

Are you waiting for corrective action or justice to start living n smiling again? Have you postponed your happiness expecting it to arrive when you finally extricate yourself from some sticky situation? An entire lifetime may pass you by in that state of suspended animation.

So what can we do to reclaim our lives if we cannot get justice or be saved immediately from people who hurt us?

By all means, continue to strive for justice and safety and reaching out for help but in the meanwhile there is something we can do to bring happiness back into our lives. We have to heal ourselves. By feeling our pain fully and then letting it go. We let go of our hatred to those who harm us because the hate is hurting only us and hijacking our lives. In that space of forgiveness (does not mean what was done to us was right or we are denying justice, karma wil catch up), we find our heart at ease once again. For the greatest injury that was done to us was not the abuse itself but the dis-ease (burden and hatred) that entered our hearts at the moment of abuse. By letting go, we do not do the people who hurt us any service. We save ourselves, our souls. We find the expanse in our heart, that quiet stillness in which compassion can flow again. We become the love that we need. We are no longer under anyone's control. No action of another can thwart our tranquility. We hav the peace to function at our highest level. We dont waste time or energy running stories of hurt in our heads. We hav all the energy to chase our dreams and reach our highest potential. We thrive. It is not an easy thing to do but it can be done. What other choice do we have? No one else can do it for you. You hav to feel your pain. You hav to heal your heart. You have to do your work. But at the end of it, it is worth every bit!!

A writer's meditation

A writer needs to venture out into the world, fearlessly absorbing the multitude of sights, sounds and scents that it offers. In the cauldron of the writer's mind, those stimuli combine their flavours to brew intoxicating narratives.

Writing is mostly done in seclusion. When the ripened ideas present themselves for plucking, a background of stillness is essential to detect those delectable delights.

Once the writer has given birth to the offspring of lengthy contemplations, it is time to again mingle with the people. For it is only there, amidst the myriad hues of life and bustling rowdiness of awkward emotions and contradictory opinions that great tales lie dormant, ready to possess the writer's psyche.

Any seed will grow verdant in the fertile soil of the writer's imagination and many a canvas will be adorned with any flowery discourse. Yet, the writer must arduously select the perfect germ. The crucial criterion for inclusion is whether those ideas will be of service to humanity. Will they enrich our culture and enhance our level of awareness? Or will they be an unenlightened repertoire of human vanity that pollutes our minds and dulls our senses?

The writer must therefore guard the sanctity of the inner sanctum. Once the deity has been chosen with great deliberation, the writer's meditation commences. Fierce forces clash mercilessly in the inner arena. Many fallacious Titans are annihilated. Many a duplicitous idea sacrificed at the altar of integrity. In time, the nectar of inspiring vignettes pour unabashedly into virgin pages making readers ecstatic.

Oh poor me!

People think that they can spot a psychopath easily. It must be that cold-looking creep or bitchy lady. But surprisingly, most real-life psychopaths do not fit that cartoon-cliché. There is one tell however that is unmistakable. This is the pity party that the psychopath or malignant narcissist craves. Oh the drama, they yearn for. Oh their poor lives, oh, the horror of it all. Oh poor me! These people are bored. They need high levels of stimulation. For that reason, some psychopaths talk or eat incessantly. They want to fill that big hole of neediness inside them. Even if you worshipped the ground that the psychopath walked on, that love of yours will be like a tiny breadcrumb hurled at a deep bottomless chasm that can never be filled. Like blackholes, they suck you dry of your spirit and love and they look radiant in your reflected glow while you slowly shrivel up and crumble away.

They are always going on and on about how they have been wronged by so and so (usually dead scapegoats or prior victims). If you interrupt their constant bleak narrative to talk about some real unfortunate event in your life, you will either get a vacant stare at best or if you are a scapegoat, a taste of their rage. It is in these moments of great pain or need when people turn to the closest people in their lives that the true nature of the psychopath comes through. Most people are baffled. Suddenly things don’t add up. The psychopath is incapable of a true empathetic emotional response. Yes, they will use their intellect to mimic what they lack but they fall short by a mile in these unexpected situations where human warmth and compassion comes through for all normal people within microseconds without effort. In short, a psychopath is incapable of remorse or empathy – the very traits that make us human. 

A tale of love

Life is beautiful. Its myriad hues of pain and joy interspersed with moments of heightened awareness and fatigued stupor certainly warrants appreciation. Here is a poem in the mores of TA.

A tale of love

She, the love of my life,

The thorn in my soul,

How can I hate her?

Yet to love her is a sin,

Made in heaven.

This is the curse

I have to bear till the grave.

From this hell,

God alone can save.

The physical abuse,

The emotional abuse,
The covert sexual abuse,

The pain and anger and hatred,

These are excruciating

But I overcome them.

It is the love that truly defeats me.

Not hers, for she can never love

There is neither empathy there nor conscience.

She will use me till I drop dead

And then weep over my listless head,

Yet I will willingly die for her

That is the secret and the dread.

This hidden desire to throw away

My precious life,

For her cruel play.

It is my love that defeats me

I ever drown in this sea

Of my emotions,

Which I carry for her,

This sickness that blackens my soul,

None can erase this love so foul.

“Please help me!”

A cry from the depths of my soul:

The Child within weeps

Trapped in this forbidden love.

A greater love does exist

And this is the happy twist

That will efface the horrors of my tale.

This devotion for that presence

That envelops every sense

Will dry my eye

And draw out a smile.

Into His glory I will melt;

All my burdens will be smelt

In the fire of this divine love;

The ore of shame

Will yield a heart of gold.

En route to this haven of mine

There are pitfalls of pain;

The path is steep to traverse

Yet lit with His amazing grace;

Thirst quenched by snaking rivers,

And guided by Parental stars,

The Adult carries on in hope. 

A Book Review of “Scripts People Live” (1974; Claude M. Steiner)

The concept of Script is a basic tenet of Transactional Analysis. Claude Steiner takes the study of scripts further than Eric Berne (father of Transactional Analysis and his teacher) ever did. Steiner’s loyalty and devotion to Berne having been professed extensively in this lucid, path-breaking volume, he interestingly also goes on to highlight how a deeper knowledge of scripts could have prolonged Berne’s own life. According to Steiner, Berne had injunctions (Parental suggestions) which stood in his way to a rigorous exploration of scripts and strokes. Steiner perhaps wants to right a wrong even if it is too late for his mentor friend. In this way, he may have intended this to be a cathartic piece.

This book provides an illuminating outline of the key concepts of TA so that the lay person is not left stumped by strange terms. Having thus laid a firm foundation, Steiner then builds on this further to highlight his own unique contributions to scripting – the triad of the Lovelessness, Mindlessness, and Joylessness scripts. He delves into their causes. His approach is always practical and steadfastly aimed at curing pathology. In the end, he does not shy away from offering crisp, well-crafted, creative solutions. He enlightens us as to how scripting leads to powerlessness and takes us away from awareness, intimacy and spontaneity. He stresses the advantage of co-operation over competition and this is a refreshing view from a Western intellectual given the overt importance accorded to individuality in Western culture. 

He warns extensively against the pitfall of playing “Rescue” in both therapeutic and non-therapeutic relationships. His portrayal of an ideal therapist as one who brings a solid Adult, nurturing Parent and cheerful Child to therapy is appropriate and heartening. He also enlists Command, Permission, Protection, Fun and Potency as significant tools in a competent therapist’s armour. His suggestions on therapy are astute observations based on ground reality and are therefore priceless.

The short section on Sex-role scripting in men and women by Hogie Wyckoff unfortunately feels archaic, at times offensive, and often not in keeping with the modern and enlightened tone of the rest of the book. Steiner’s own inputs on liberation of men and women from stereotyping and sex-role scripting however stand the test of time and enrich the debate on gender equality immensely. His contribution to the upbringing of children is also valuable and gives a thrust in the right direction to a progressive and compassionate approach to child-rearing aimed at creating adults who are the epitome of autonomy – TA’s ultimate ideal and goal.

Synchronicity

Three incidents this month have shaken up my husband from the reverie of a materialistic world and onto the path of infinite possibilities.

1. The day after we talked of how the temporary fibre structure that gives our terrace shade will have to be chucked in favor of a new room, part of the fibre sheet collapsed.
2. The green palm near our fountain began to rot ever since we planned to remove it to make way for a staircase.
3. One of his sandals crumbled, the day after he decided he did not like the slip-on and would give it away (it is brand new).

I have been grappling with the idea that our thoughts affect matter for a very long time. Coupled with the spiritual experiential knowledge of the interconnectedness of everything in the universe, I feel more inclined now to embrace this view. Whether it is factual or not, I would rather send out peaceful thoughts than harmful ones. And towards this endeavor of rooting out all negative thoughts, feelings and behaviour and replacing them with useful and harmonious ones, I ardently hope we will propel each other on. Peace!!❤💜💙💚☺

Top 7 thinking errors

Errors in thinking can lead to ineffective behaviour that hurt us and others. It is thus very important to identify these in ourselves. I will enumerate 7 such errors that stand in the way of a blissful life and a short explanation on why these don't work:

1. Expecting people, things and situations to be in sync with our desires and becoming resentful when they are not.

Truth: It makes no sense to resist what is already happening. Instead, flow with life.

2. Believing we will be at peace only after a certain external situation is resolved.

Truth: Peace lies within and is available each and every second. Only our thoughts hide this inner bliss.

3. We have better things to do than try to heal our own emotional pain.

Truth: We see the world through the veil of our emotional pain. Only when it is healed can we see the real world. Without knowing reality, we cannot do anything effectively. So our first priority should be self healing.

4. Focusing on the present moment is a waste of time.

Truth: The past is over. Future is yet to be. So past and future exist only as thoughts. What is real and happening NOW is the present moment. If we don't catch it, we will miss out on life itself.

5. Thinking is far too important an activity to be stopped.

Truth: 99.9℅ of thoughts are repetitive. Like an overused knife becomes blunt, an overworked mind loses its edge. When mind becomes still, it regains its agility. New thoughts and creative solutions emerge from the stillness that resides in the gap between thoughts.

6. Love is something we dole out depending on the actions and qualifications of the one to be loved.

Truth: Love is our natural state. It flows effortlessly from the depth of our being to the depth of the other person's being. When our heart is open, we are a loving presence irrespective of the other person's merits.

7. Love is equal to blind obedience.

‌Truth: Love is being true to the truth of one's own being. Saying 'no' to abuse is love. Love is allowing others to be. If they choose to be their hurtful childish self, then that means either being a loving presence that can heal their emotional pain or if that does not work, walking away from them.

Holding hands

Unity does not mean homogeneity. It is a state of harmony in which diverse opinions coexist. Like myriad notes of a mellifluous song. These are the lofty ideals upon which our great nation was built. In a universe quivering with eclectic energies, this is an adaptive vision to uphold. Are such subtleties being tarnished by the rise of "majoritarianism?"

The onslaught has been cleverly disguised as a quest for justice and uniformity. First there was a great hue and cry about minority vote banks and appeasement. It seemed plausible, unjust. It was a call to coalesce the majority community into a vote bank and this ruse worked effectively. Fear mongering eclipses rationality. A simple dictum goes unmentioned - Elections are won by majority. Who needs a minority then?

In a family of seven – parents and five children – one child has no limbs. The parents have to clean, feed, and carry this youngest disabled child. The other children are strong enough to fend for themselves. They do not receive any special privileges. All of them take turns to look after the frail one and they live happily. One day, their uncle “Uniformity” came to visit them. He took the eldest son aside and whispered to him – “Your parents are so partial to the youngest one. A great injustice has been done to you. It must be rectified at once by treating everyone equally.”

It is this kind of justice that the proponents of the new Hindustan are clamouring for. Nuances are lost in the deafening thud of jingoistic nationalism. Rational thinkers are killed. Democratic institutions are denuded of sane voices and peopled by the children of “Uniformity.” Universities become battlegrounds. Intellectuals become enemies of the state. The “F” word is a conspiracy theory that cannot be uttered. Is this the India that our freedom fighters died for?

Are we to panic and metamorphose into another shadow of irrationality? If we did, what difference will there be between them and us? Let us pay attention to what they are feeling. Try to understand where the aggression is coming from. Gently pull the wool off their eyes and lovingly invite them to share in the truth. Address their fears. Increase their awareness as well as ours. Feel our common essence. This is the point of contact. This is a place from which healing can commence.