Day 281

“You should see this man’s house in Sussex. A huge mansion with woodlands, lakes and what not!”

“My sister-in-law is constantly working on poisoning the minds of the other family members against me.”

“He was so inappropriately dressed for the occasion. I am glad they didn’t let him in. That’ll teach him.”

“Finally managed to close a deal today after many months of hard work. Yay!”

“It’s such a tragedy that this brilliant boy from a lovely family didn’t get offered a place either in Oxford or Cambridge!”

“I so hate living in England but my partner absolutely loves it! Can’t wait to move somewhere with warm weather!”

“Completely forgot to add baking powder to the cake mix and remembered just before putting it in the oven! Too late! How silly of me!”

“For the first time I finished a half marathon in under 2 hours. Woooooah!”

“My cousin is going to introduce me to a man next weekend. I am a bit nervous.”

All these things happen to me or around me or to other people around me and the core of me feels completely untouched by any of it. I understand all of it as the drama of life.

There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved.

Day 274

wedding photo

Where arranged marriages are customary, suicides grow more common. This article from the New York Times highlights the problem of young girls ending their lives in Iraq. This phenomenon is also seen in other countries such as India and Pakistan. It is not unusual for this issue to show up in these communities living outside their own countries. ‘Shame’, a book by Jasvinder Sanghera is the story of a young girl’s attempt to escape a cruel, claustrophobic world where family honour mattered more than anything – sometimes more than life itself. Jasvinder’s story is one of terrible oppression, a harrowing struggle against a punitive code of honour and finally, triumph over adversity. Luckily she is here to tell the tale. Many don’t get that far. She set up a charity called Karmanirvana to help people like herself.

Many suicides get labeled as having occurred due to sudden possession by the ‘devil’. The families are closely involved in these deaths for ‘keeping up the family honour’, hence ensuring that the kids do not marry outside of their caste or religion. Adultery, or suspected adultery, by a woman is considered a very valid reason for killing her in some communities.

When I was a junior doctor in the north of India, I looked after numerous cases of young married women being brought to the Emergency Department with severe life threatening burns, allegedly ‘accidental’. Unfortunately many of them did not survive. Those who did had long gruelling hospital stays with major deformities from the scarring. That was when the wave of ‘dowry deaths’ had started sweeping across the country. It was a shameful marriage of greed and politics which still persists.

It is beyond belief that families, especially parents can directly or indirectly cause the deaths of their children or children-in-law.

This is the world we live in.

Day 267

No rain for the past few days! Very unusual for this place.

As I rushed out the door this morning, I remembered to water the potted plants in and around the house. I didn’t bother with the plants in the ground as I knew they could wait till later in the day.

While riding the bike to work I thought about what I’d just done and why. The plants in the ground possibly have deeper roots, more sustenance coming from the earth in the form of water and food. The potted plants on the other hand can only get what is given to them by me. They have no access to the resources of the earth. Their roots are not in the ground. Their survival depends upon their own resilience and what I provide for them.

In India, families used to stay together. Fathers, sons, their wives and children, uncles, aunts, cousins – they all lived together. There was always someone around. Kids always had someone to talk to, someone to fight or play with, someone to eat with, someone to ask for help and advise. There was always freshly cooked food in the house. Fewer women worked outside the house. It wasn’t always easy but there was tremendous strength in joint families. They all had deep roots that joined up under the ground. There was a beautiful symbiosis.

Then came the nuclear family, the working mothers and tiny families. The kids came back to locked homes. They had to make do with tired and preoccupied parents. They moved to another city or country. The roots got chopped.

He was a potted little plant. So was I. We were away from all our extended family. Although our feet were on the ground, we had no roots. All the phoning, Skyping and WhatsApping did not make up for the fact that we were isolated.

The modern malady – Isolation.

Day 266

This is a crazy, crowded city. Great for people watching. The Underground train staff were on strike today. It was even better as there were more people to watch over ground. It was fascinating – the long impatiently waiting queues for buses, the exasperation from prolonged journeys, the heat and the lovely summer clothes!

As I stood at the platform waiting for my train, I watched all these colourful people around me and thought about each of them and their stories. Countless stories. I was tempted to walk up and ask them one by one ”What’s your story?”

I really needed to get out of my own head for a while as it was driving me crazy. So, I got home and watched a film – “Begin Again”. I had no clue what it was about but liked the name. There I was, for an hour and a half, completely transported into another world, another life, another story. It was a relief. It was fun. It was light. The soundtrack was lovely.

For a brief period of time I was free from the shackles of my own mind and heart. I could let everything be. Keep it aside for a while. Let it rest.

Day 264

“Youth who feel suicidal are not likely to seek help directly.”

This is clearly stated on the Suicide Prevention page of an American organisation called National Association of School Psychologists (NASP)

It also says: “Parent notification is a vital part of suicide prevention. Parents need to be informed and actively involved in decisions regarding their child’s welfare. Even if a child is judged to be at low risk for suicidal behavior, schools will ask parents to sign a Notification of Emergency Conference form to indicate that relevant information has been provided. Additionally, parents are crucial members of a suicide risk assessment as they often have information critical to making an appropriate assessment of risk, including mental health history, family dynamics, recent traumatic events, and previous suicidal behaviors.”

This document is written for students up to the age of 19. But it is equally applicable to older ‘children’.

One set of parents bereaved by suicide discovered after the death of their young son that he had spoken with most of his friends about his suicidal ideation. It is well known that the parents are the last to find out. They have now set up a foundation with this sole message to young people: “if your friends share suicidal thoughts with you, please tell someone older who is in a position to help. Anyone.”

This afternoon I spent a few hours with one of my son’s close friends from university. I was amazed at his level of empathy and maturity. He shared this website with me on which he is a Listener. It is called 7 Cups of Tea, an on-demand emotional health and well-being service. Their bridging technology anonymously & securely connects real people to real listeners in one-on-one chat. I was impressed by the range of topics, languages and countries it covers.

It sounds perfect for those of us who may not wish to speak to anyone in person.
It must be an impossible subject to talk about, but it is amazing how many people are willing to listen.