Day 104

It’s thursday again : 15 weeks!
Today was spent in bed due to what feels like a viral illness. Time to rest. I am sharing with you a beautiful passage sent to me by one of my many lovely virtual friends.
“As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.

In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.

Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O’Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.

Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too. If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.”

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Day 103

How could this ruinous storm wreck my home and take away my sweetheart from me?
Let it go.

How I wish I could hold him in my arms one more time!
Let it go.

I hope he is happy wherever he is.
Let it go.

How am I going to keep his memory alive?
Let it go.

He didn’t deserve to suffer the way he did.
Let it go.

Where do I go from here?
Let it go.

What is the meaning of all of this?
Let it go.

I wish I understood his illness better.
Let it go.

When will this pain subside?
Let it go.

Does anyone really understand how it feels?
Let it go.

Forgive yourself. Forgive the situation and let it go.

Day 102

When I moved from India to the UK, one of the things that stood out for me was the high number of people that lived alone. One of the criteria for discharge after a Day Surgery procedure under sedation or anaesthesia is that the patient should be accompanied by another adult for a duration of 24 hours afterwards. It was very surprising for me to find that sometimes we had to cancel cases because this criterion could not be fulfilled – not one family member or friend could be with the patient for a whole day. In other cases patients were terribly stressed because their friend or relative could only come to the hospital at a particular time to pick them up, hence if the patient was not ready for home by then, they would not be happy.

The second thing that struck me was the number of people on antidepressant medications. In 2013, in some areas up to 1 in 6 people were on them. So many and rising every year!!! Figures from 2011 say that NHS England spent 270 million pounds on antidepressants – a massive 23% increase on 2010. In 1991, English pharmacies handed over 9 million prescriptions. In 2001, it was 24.3 million. In 2012 the number had grown to 46.7 million prescriptions – a 9.1% rise on the previous year. More details are available in this article: http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-23553897

Could the two things be related? No man is an island. We are designed to live in communities. We are interdependent in countless different ways yet in the modern world there is a high degree of isolation. How did it come to be like this? Is this the price we pay for modernisation or individualisation? Why do kids have to leave home at age 18? They might still be just kids. They don’t all mature at the same age. I don’t know. But this is our problem and pills alone won’t fix all of it. We need to think about the connectedness between us. They say a heart to heart with a friend is as much if not more useful than a session with a shrink.

Day 101

Matrimandir & Banyan

After 10 days of being in Pondicherry, we finally visited one of the most popular spiritual destinations nearby, Auroville. It has been described as the Divine’s answer to man’s aspiration for perfection. It symbolises Union with the Divine manifesting in a progressive human unity.

The Matrimandir, the main hall of concentration within Auroville is a golden sphere next to a huge and ancient Banyan tree. It is the symbol of the Universal Mother; kind and generous, according to Sri Aurobindo’s teaching. We were invited to enter the hall with the innocence of a child willing to surrender all our woes at Her feet and to receive Her unconditional love. Sounded perfect!

When viewing the Matrimandir’s structure and its immediate surroundings, the first impression it evoked was the image of a New Consciousness breaking forth from Matter. Inside I experienced deep silence. The light partially bouncing off the huge crystal in the centre of the hall was intriguing, captivating and inspiring. I left there feeling very much at peace with the world and myself. My faith in the potential for humans to be immensely creative was reaffirmed.

This quote by Sri Aurobindo caught my eye:

“None can reach Heaven who has not passed through Hell.”

Day 100

A hundred days have gone by. It feels like it happened just a few weeks ago. It is so fresh in my memory: the phone conversation with him that morning that left me feeling very unsettled as he did not speak much, the deep discomfort I felt as I was heading home from work, his note, the panic with which I yelled out his name and ran up the stairs, the phone call with emergency services where the lady at the other end of the line kept speaking with me till someone arrived, the Transport Police at my door, his wallet and keys, the description of a grey hoody with a penguin on it and lime green shoes …….

Most of today was spent in bed, feeling awfully sad, physically weak and defeated, trying to get my head around the fact that 100 days had passed and I was still stuck. I watched one TED talk after another concerning mental health issues and suicide, looked up the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention website and details of the PHQ-9. I watched myself get angry about the fact that 2 days before he ended his ordeal we had visited the GP who did not get him to fill out a PHQ-9, which is an essential monitoring tool for someone being treated for depression. That made me feel just plain exhausted!

Looking for some comfort I went back to reading the ‘Bhagwat Geeta’ which says, “The whole universe is filled with just one thing, one spirit and everyone is made up of that One Spirit”.  This oneness is a fundamental quality of everything. Everything is a part of and made of one non-dual consciousness. That made me realise that my son is me and I am him. You and I are one. I have known this for a long time. This reality lies way beyond the physical world, time and space.

During the silence of the evening, it was clear to me that I need to start making myself useful. To be able to spread peace and joy, I need to be peaceful and joyful. This hymn that I used to sing in school came to mind:

Make me a channel of your peace
Where there’s despair in life, let me bring hope
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there’s sadness, ever joy.

 Oh, Master grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul.